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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 7 --- This Land is Your Land, This Land is Dry Land
As if the storage compartment on the sailboat wasn’t crowded enough already, Kitty, Juniper, and Plenty O’Toole ripped into Waterworld. Violet turned over control to Kitty. Both had been part of the same initial rip sequence, but Kitty had ripped first. Into the Incrediverse in fact, making her senior by only one rip.
After the introductions and a situation report, Kitty, Storm, Rogue, and Violet soon had Kim Possible’s technological friend Wade in a conference call on their Kimmunicators, and explained the situation on Waterworld.
“So is there something we can do?” Violet finished off.
Wade’s face looked at the girls soberly. “As a matter of fact, there is. It turns out I was wrong about the effects of interference. There aren’t any. At least nothing that affects the overall Multiverse.”
Violet gave him a startled look. “Really?”
“Yep. I’ve been meaning to tell you guys. On the last rip sequence, somebody actually did change something by her presence, despite her best efforts not to. Clover, I think. Yet we are all still here. That universe simply accepted the change, sort of, and went on from there.”
“But what about the TV interface? Did the plot change to match the universe?”
“No, I went back and watched it. The movie is unchanged.”
Storm gave him a perplexed look. “How can that be? The movie is supposed to be a window to actual events, is it not?”
“My new theory is that the changes occur in a duplicate universe. Remember when Marty McFly created an alternate reality with the sports almanac? That was time travel, but we are talking about a similar concept, changes to an existing stream of events after the fact. I now think that when you Freefallers rip into a universe, you actually create a new universe that is an exact duplicate at the point of ripping in. Anything you do affects only the copy, while the original remains just as we saw it on TV. But unlike the Marty scenario, both realities continue to exist side by side.”
“Holy fuck,” Kitty said. “Since you mentioned Marty, ‘that’s heavy, Doc’ comes to mind.”
“No shit. The important thing is that the non-interference mandate is pissed away. If you have a chance to save yourselves, or to rescue somebody, or to avoid some of the suffering that you know is going to happen to someone, go for it. Tell people if bad things are going to happen, so they can circumvent them. Well, if you can get them to believe you. In any case, do whatever you have to, with no consequences outside of that universe. So you can fight the smokers. Or if they haven’t arrived yet, try to get the Mariner to leave early and hitch a ride with him. But do it before they lock him in that cage.”
Violet scratched her head. “Going with him might not be easy. He’s not exactly the social type. Look at how hard it was for just Enola and the woman to go with him. He’s not likely to be wild about a convention on his boat.”
“It was just an idea.”
“Thanks for that, Wade,” Kitty said. “We’ll figure out something. The important thing is that we can do something.”
The Freefallers worked out a plan. It was a little complicated, because they also wanted to save the people on the atoll. It they simply left with Enola, the atoll would be attacked anyway because the smokers would think the girl was still there.
The atoll was much closer by the time they decided what to do and put the plan in action. Violet and Rogue left the compartment and the two of them approached the Mariner under cover of invisibility. Rogue took off her glove and touched the fish-man’s arm. He collapsed, just like anyone else.
Under ordinary circumstances, it would be inadvisable to knock out the only person who knew how to operate such a complicated vessel, especially when said vessel was on a collision course with a larger object. But Rogue had absorbed the Mariner’s knowledge, so she easily took over the handling of the trimaran, with help from the other girls after they came out of hiding. She told them what to do and the boat continued its controlled approach to the atoll. Most of the controls were highly mechanized anyway, not requiring huge physical strengh. The unconscious Mariner was packed into the storage compartment, and tied up as an added safeguard.
But, unlike the original plot, the trimaran didn’t actually try to enter the atoll. Instead, Rogue and her impromptu crew stopped a few hundred yards short of it. Then Bloom and Mirta went through a Winx power-up sequence. Accompanied by Storm, who could also fly, and Violet, who they had to carry, they approached the atoll and landed on the rim. The foursome waited for the Elders to arrive, protected from attack by Violet’s force field.
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The Deacon and his armada approached the atoll. According to the Nord, the girl was here, and by Saint Joe, they would snatch her. He barked orders and the flagmen relayed them to all the cousins.
He noticed a big boat with a sail a short distance off the atoll, probably preparing to trade. However, it had seen the mass of jet skis and larger craft and was coming about, making a hasty retreat. And well they should. He dismissed the boat for the moment. After he had the girl, he could send some of the cousins after it, in case there was something of value on board. As just a sailboat, it should be easy prey for motorized pursuers.
As he turned his attention back to the atoll, something strange happened. A couple of dots rose up and hovered above it. Then they increased in size and he finally figured out that they were approaching. What the fuck? he thought. Some kinda weapon? He gave the order to shoot the things down, and the smoker armada erupted in gunfire, once the directive rippled through it.
But the firepower had zero effect. The unknown objects kept coming. To his astonishment, as they approached they became recognizable as human figures, in fact female. Flying, without any kind of equipment. More precisely, three were flying and carrying two others. To confuse things further, the two on the right appeared to have wings, yet the one on the left didn’t. The winged pair, who seemed to be teens, were holding a smaller girl between them, probably ten years old. The small one wasn’t wearing a top, though at her age it didn’t make that much difference. The adult woman had black skin and long white hair, while her smaller passenger was almost a reverse image, but with equally long hair. There was some sort of protective bubble around the group. The Deacon could see flashes at the perimeter where bullets were striking without effect. Even the big-ass, boat-mounted, belt-fed machine gun, which could easily penetrate the metal walls of an atoll, was stymied.
The Deacon’s jaw dropped. What the fuck kind of technology was this?
The quintet continued to advance until they were only yards away from the command ship. Most of the cousins had stopped firing, given that the targets were now too close to the Deacon, but some of the slower-witted ones had to be commanded to cease fire. After more flag waving, finally there was silence.
The adult flier spoke, while pointing to the smallest girl. “This is the child you seek, the one with the map to Dry Land.” The two winged girls spun their trio around as a unit, until all three had their backs to the Deacon. The map was clearly visible on the small girl’s back. “Know this,” the speaker went on in a stern tone. “The child is under our protection. You cannot have her. We are taking her away from here. Follow at your own peril.”
Then the airborne group was in motion again, following their original course and passing over the Deacon’s head. They continued on in the direction completely opposite from the atoll. The Deacon was a little intimidated by the apparent capabilities of the fliers, but had no choice other than to turn the smoker flotilla around and go after them. He couldn’t keep the cousins in line without the promise of Dry Land, and the girl was the key. After a few minutes of jostling, the smokers were in pursuit. But that turned out to be even more difficult than expected. A huge storm came out of nowhere. The sky turned dark and visibility dropped so much that the quarry was already out of sight. Lightning strikes were everywhere and the wind whipped up the ocean so much that it was difficult just to stay afloat, much less chase someone. At the beginning, things had looked good. The fliers did not appear to be fast enough to elude the motorized boats. But now the pursuers were almost dead in the water.
Ahead of the weather, Storm and the fairies turned to the right as soon as the smokers lost sight of them, holding the turn until their heading was 180 degrees from the original. Since Storm had created the weather in the first place, it was trivial to keep it centered on the smokers while her group skirted around it in clear air, moving in the opposite direction, back toward the atoll. The smokers couldn’t see a fucking thing.
They passed the atoll and continued on. The plan had been for Rogue to also take a heading directly away from the smoker position, so the fliers should soon catch up with the trimaran. They didn’t go over the atoll, however, passing on the side at a height lower than the walls. The Nord was still there and could give the Deacon a direction if they were spotted. By the time the storm dissipated, and/or the smokers turned around, the quintet should be out of sight, along with the trimaran.
A little while later, the fliers caught up with the trimaran and plopped down on the soft mesh, gasping with the exertion of flying such a distance while carrying someone. Storm hadn’t used physical energy, but such heavy use of her power drained her. As soon as they were on board, Rogue fired off the rapid-deploy spinnaker, as the Mariner had done in the original plot, causing a tremendous burst of speed as the huge box-shaped headsail grabbed wind. In the movie, the sailboat had left the smokers behind with ease, even without the huge head start. Rogue changed the heading by 15 degrees, still mostly away from the smokers, but not directly away. Over distance, that would put them in a much different place than expected, if anybody had witnessed their initial heading.
Helen had been anxious putting Enola in the hands of strangers, and hugged the girl almost the point of smothering when she was returned unharmed, hysterically happy that the gamble had paid off. She profusely thanked the rescuers as they laid there breathing hard.
“Are we really going to Dry Land?” Helen asked Kitty. “After all these years, I can’t believe we’re really going there.”
“Dry land is a myth,” the Mariner snapped. He was conscious now, but still tied up. The girls had brought him topside and lashed him to the mast while he was still knocked out.
“That’s true on this world,” Violet said, “except for one tiny little piece that even you haven’t found. But the Dry Land we are taking Helen and Enola to is not on this world.”
Helen blinked. “You’re taking us to heaven?”
“Sort of. Just another physical world, but different from this one. In fact, you’ll have your choice of many different worlds, and all of them have almost as much dry land as ocean. Billions of people live on dry land in each one.”
Helen’s jaw dropped at that revelation.
Storm approached the Mariner. Even though Kitty was in charge, the surly fish-man was more likely to deal with an adult. “If we release you, will you behave yourself? You have seen what we can do, so I warn you against attacking any of us. We apologize for hijacking your boat, but in a short time we will all be gone and you will be alone on the water as always. All you will have lost is a little trading on the atoll.”
“Where are you taking my boat?”
“Away from the smokers, which I assume is something you agree with. If you want to resume control, be my guest. We may be traveling in a direction that will lead us toward other hostile factions, so feel free to take another course. But be warned that a huge smoker fleet might have followed us from the atoll. They had a spy there who might have seen us leave. As a side note, I might add that without us you would not even have this boat for much longer. It would have eventually been destroyed by the smokers.”
He looked skeptical, but didn’t argue. “How are you even able to run it? My boat is full of controls unlike that of any other. In particular, how did you know how to activate the spinnaker? I have used that only a few times, on occasions separated by years and thousands of miles. It’s an emergency measure.”
“We know many things about you and your boat that no one else does. Remember that before you try anything. For instance, we know that you have been to the cities of the Ancients on the ocean floor. What used to be called Dry Land.”
His jaw dropped farther than Helen’s had earlier.
There was no reason for the Mariner to build up an affinity with either Helen or Enola, as he eventually had in the movie. He had left them in the end anyway, so why should their feelings get hurt? This time, he had not even met them. Other than their clothes, which merely identified them as local to this world, there was nothing to differentiate them from the other females on the boat. “So you keep away from us and we will keep away from you. Again, we will soon be gone and it will be as if we were never here.”
After being freed of his bonds, the Mariner made a slight course change, then climbed up the mast and rode up there for a while, as was his custom. The girls kept an eye on him, knowing that he could slide down the sail and be back on deck in only a couple of seconds.
Freefallers usually tried to avoid ripping people out of their home universe, unless close contact had already been established, but this time it was a goal. Helen and Enola desperately wanted to live on land, and that was hard to come by here. So one girl or another held on to each of them at all times. Direct physical contact with an active ripper pretty much guaranteed going along for the ride. Having a much happier life would make up for the occasional combination of nuisance and fun known as Freefalling.
The two of them didn’t really understand what was being offered, but they didn’t care. Anything would be better than this. Helen was sick of the atoll, sick of the small number of people on it, sick of the ocean. She and Enola wanted to go wherever the others were going.
The other girls didn’t have an aversion to the ocean, so they enjoyed the sun, stripping and lying naked on the mesh. The Mariner could see them, but they didn’t give a shit, didn’t even care if he jerked off to it. Helen was a little more uptight about it, but eventually she took her clothes off as well, as did Enola.
At the moment, Kirsten was Helen’s designated rip buddy. She conscientiously held onto the woman nonstop as they laid on the mesh. Not that she objected to that. Helen had a nice body. She rested her hand on the stomach after Helen stripped, but a little while later moved it up to the tit on her side. Helen didn’t object, just laid her on hand on top of Kirsten’s.
Kirsten noticed Nikki coming toward them, and looked at her co-worker anxiously, if “work” was the right word for what Nikki did at Khaki Barn. The other girl was unpredictable, and Kirsten never knew when she would get her head bitten off.
But Nikki merely plopped down and squeezed Helen’s other tit. “I’ll take over now, if you want a break.”
Kirsten looked at her nervously. “I’d rather stay. I like it here.”
“Suit yourself.” But Nikki stayed as well. Helen put her arms around both girls, pulling them onto her. The two of them kissed her, and she turned it into a triple kiss. The teens at first balked at physical contact with each other, then submitted to it, kissing each other as much as Helen. Then they looked at each other, both surprised that they had done it. Then they decided they wanted to do it some more. They kissed each other, then Helen.
Both of the girls were still holding Helen’s tits. They mashed them together, then sucked and licked the nipples. Helen placed a hand on each of their heads.
“When we get to Dry Land, I’m looking forward to getting fucked,” the woman said. “It’s too dangerous on an atoll. The population is fixed, no room for expansion. No babies are born unless somebody dies. And we don’t have any means of preventing pregnancy. If I had gotten pregnant without permission, I would have been sent away, given to the next drifter that came along. Or sold to the slavers.”
Nikki grinned at her. “You’ll get fucked. I guarantee it. In fact, let’s do it right now.” She nanomorphed to a dick, noting that the changeover was getting much easier now, not requiring as much concentration. And one of the girls had told her how to change the size, so this time it was quite a bit bigger than the original. Not to be outdone, Kirsten matched her, but didn’t exceed her, to avoid pissing her off again.
“Yahhhhhh!” Helen said when she caught sight of the girlcocks. “How did you do that?”
“It’s too complicated to explain,” Nikki said. “I don’t understand it myself, even though I come from a world with a higher level of technology. Let’s just say these things work and leave it at that.”
Helen reached out and grabbed both of the dicks, then felt them. Then she tugged gently. The teens got the idea and moved closer to her. Helen jammed both of the cocks into her mouth. Even though they were fairly big, they weren’t hard yet. “Oooooooooh,” Kirsten moaned as she felt Helen’s mouth on her dick, not to mention Nikki’s mashed against it.
Nikki rubbed Kirsten’s ass as the two girls were blown by Helen. She liked the other girl’s body, it was the personality that she couldn’t deal with. Kirsten reciprocated, and both girls placed a hand on Helen’s head, even though their cocks in her mouth satisfied the constant-contact requirement.
The newbie dicks didn’t remain soft long, so Helen was soon forced to blow them separately. The girls soon found that the woman was good at it.
“I thought you never had sex,” Nikki said unsteadily.
Helen popped Kirsten’s dick out of her mouth. “I said I never got fucked. I have had sex, just not the kind that could get me pregnant. I haven’t had anything live in my pussy.”
“We’ll, like, fix that,” Kirsten said between moans.
Violet, June, and Jasmine hung out with Enola. Violet and June were the closest to her age. Jasmine also picked that group in order to spend some time with her granddaughter. This was their first time together since leaving Orchid Bay. Both had been relieved to find the other intact.
The girls had rolled Enola over on her side. June kissed her, while Violet snuggled up behind her and draped an arm over. They laid like that for a while, then rolled Enola to face the other way, so that Violet got equal time. Jasmine spread her attention between Enola and June. Finally, they placed the local girl on top of June. All three kissed her and rubbed her ass. Jasmine looked at the tattoo on her back and traced the outline with her fingernail. Enola’s hair was longer than it had been in most of the movie, because the Mariner hadn’t whacked it off with a machete this time.
Violet used fingers in the girl’s pussy and asshole, drawing moans out of her. The manipulation was for pleasure, but also to gauge what dick size she would be able to take. Violet nanomorphed, creating a dick that would be compatible. Jasmine saw her do it and produced one the same size.
A few minutes later, Bloom joined the group, kissing and touching everyone. She noticed that Violet and Jasmine had dicks, which the face-down Enola couldn’t see, and played with them while she continued to kiss the others. In the meantime, Violet rubbed and fingered the pussies of both June and Enola.
Mirta and Kitty prepared to pop Plenty. With all the farting around with the smokers, and the subsequent run across the ocean, the nanobot incubation period had long since passed. There was no need for the tit expansion step, as what she already had was more than adequate. Plenty achieved First Cock in a reasonable amount of time, and the others let her explore it a few minutes before taking over. Kitty held her and squeezed the amazing tits while Mirta sucked the dick.
Storm and Rogue reluctantly stayed out of the sex this time. Someone had to watch the Mariner, and the path ahead for that matter. They let the younger girls have fun, especially the newbies. It wasn’t as if there was a shortage of sex during a rip sequence. They would get off in the next universe. If nothing else, the Lockdown Orgy would provide more sex than most people had in a year. They did lightly finger each other once Rogue’s ground was in place, but nothing intense.
Nikki let Kirsten go first, once the dicks were hard. “Have you had anything in there at all?”
“I don’t have a hymen if that’s what you mean. I’ve had things in there, just no actual dicks.”
“Okay. Bear with me, I haven’t been doing this long. Better yet, why don’t you get on top? That way you have control.”
Kirsten laid on her back, while Helen prepared to impale herself on the dick. “Ohhhhh, that’s big.” Nikki held it in position for her, while she bumped her vulva up against it and got ready to push back. Kirsten got a little side thrill out of Nikki’s fingers on her dick. She never dreamed that her nemesis would ever touch her sexually. But then, she had never dreamed she would ever have a dick either.
Helen was excited, and her pussy reflected that, so entry was not a problem. It was a tight fit, but Kirsten’s dong glided right in. Both of them moaned. It was a totally new experience for Helen, but Kirsten had only been doing it for a matter of hours, so it wasn’t exactly commonplace for her either.
Helen humped on the dick, driving it into herself and gasping with each reverse thrust. Kirsten trembled as the pussy swallowed her dick repeatedly. Helen gradually adjusted her body position until each stroke filled her completely.
Nikki wanted to place her hard dick somewhere, but she didn’t know how to do a double penetration, especially with the target moving like that. For the same reason, Helen would have a difficult time sucking the dick. So Nikki bumped it against Kirsten’s cheek instead. Startled, the girl looked up at her, then at the dick. She turned her head to the side and opened her mouth, then Nikki pushed the dick inside. The Goth girl fucked the Clone’s face, but was more gentle about it than Kirsten expected. Having Nikki’s dick in her mouth was not something that she had ever anticipated either. She enjoyed it, though the massive sensation flowing through her own dick dominated her senses more.
Bloom sucked Violet’s dick, while Jasmine ate both Enola and June, alternating between them. Enola was still lying on top, so the pussies were adjacent to each other. Jasmine was able to swipe both with one long lick.
Due to Bloom’s skill, Violet was soon hard. Jasmine had equal ease in getting Enola wet. All that remained was to put them together. Bloom pulled at the girl’s thighs, indicating that she should get up on her knees. That was hard to do when straddling June, so Enola moved to the side and waited. Obviously she was to be penetrated with something, but she certainly didn’t expect living flesh. Violet’s exploration of her passages and adjustment to match worked perfectly. The girlcock fit her snugly, but not too snugly. She moaned with pleasure as she was penetrated.
Bloom had Jasmine online fairly quickly as well, given that the young/old girl was already halfway there, so Jasmine plunged into her granddaughter. “Ooooooooooh,” June moaned, looking into Jasmine’s face. “Oh, Ah---, er, Jasmine, that feels good.” She placed one hand on Jasmine’s back and the other on Enola’s thigh, remembering that contact was to be made with her at all times. Of course, Violet’s dick inside pretty much qualified as contact, but more couldn’t hurt.
Now that the two couples were fucking, Bloom called up her own dick with the phallic incantation and played with it while she watched Enola and June getting reamed.
Since Plenty wouldn’t last long anyway, Kitty nanomorphed to a dick. She and Mirta could continue on after Plenty fired her load. Kitty got on her knees, the dick hanging straight down, while she lightly sucked Plenty’s. Mirta crawled underneath Kitty and took the downhanging dick into her mouth, but not before playing with it a little, making it swing back and forth. She slid her hand up the length, brushed past the balls, and jammed her finger into Kitty’s asshole. The mutant girl’s reaction was muffled by her mouthful of dick. “Mmmmmpppphhh.”
Like that of all the other newbies, Plenty’s mind was in chaos. Everything had been so normal just a very few hours ago. Then she fell several stories into a pool, got gangbanged by a bunch of girls with real dicks, and somehow found herself out in the middle of the ocean, in daylight. Not to mention seeing some of these girls actually sprout wings and fly. And now she had her own dick and could feel Kitty’s soft lips on it. Yet she could also feel the girl’s hand on her tit, a familiar girly sensation.
After a few minutes, Mirta had Kitty hard. The two of them switched positions. Mirta took over the blowing of Plenty, while Kitty plunged her girlcock into the fairy from behind. “Uhhhhhhhhh,” Mirta moaned around the dick.
By now, Helen had switched to Nikki. The Goth girl had laid beside Kirsten and Helen simply moved over and sat on the other cock. Kirsten’s was not in use now, but Nikki reached over and stroked it with her fingers. Kirsten touched it herself, loving the fact that it was coated with another woman’s juice. She licked her finger, tasting Helen on it. Then she gave Nikki a taste. And Helen too. The woman stopped pounding long enough to taste herself on Kirsten’s finger.
Helen shifted back and forth repeatedly, impaling herself on both girlcocks in turn. The tasting ritual continued, with whichever dick was not buried in Helen’s pussy. Nikki and Kirsten kissed each other, and handled each other’s tits, while Helen slammed herself down on one or the other of the cocks.
Soon after Bloom created her dick, something occurred to her. If she understood this nanobot thing correctly, she should also be able to switch over that way by now. Which meant that she had two different mechanisms for acquiring a dick. The magic worked fine, but she might as well try it the other way too, just for the hell of it. After a “phallus removus” spell, she went through the mental exercise that had been used with the newbies. She was fascinated to find that it worked for her too. The actual change was quite different. She could feel the genital flesh flowing and shifting, whereas the magic changeover was instantaneous. While she was at it, she increased her boob size, like the others had done. She didn’t have a spell for that.
Since this was a new dick, she had to start over getting it hard, but that was no big deal. She played with it, noting it was slightly smaller than the magic dick, but apparently that could be changed. She’d experiment with it later. She hardened fairly quickly because of the newness of it. She was used to having a dick, but she loved the feel of her new tits as she handled them. She couldn’t really feel the weight because of the force bra, but she could feel the mass when she squeezed them.
The dick was soon ready to plant somewhere. She thought about going in Jasmine’s ass, but she needed lube first. So she pulled Jasmine out of June and took over long enough to give her dick a good coating of June’s juices. Then she reinserted Jasmine and pushed her dick into the asian girl’s asshole.
Jasmine didn’t know how to daisy chain, so Bloom grabbed her hips and manipulated her, pushing her forward into June’s pussy, then backward onto the dick in her ass.
In the meantime, Violet continued to pound Enola. After a little while, Violet and Jasmine switched places. Bloom remained in position, plugging Violet’s ass now. The super already knew how to daisy chain, so she automatically drove her dick forward into June, and then pushed back to force Bloom deeper into her own ass.
By now Kitty’s dick had the consistency of an iron bar, so she plunged it into Mirta, while the fairy blew Plenty. The woman was starting to get close now, judging by the amount of pre-cum leaking into Mirta’s mouth. “I think she’s going to blow.”
Kitty changed her position so that she was still inside Mirta’s pussy, yet both girls could suck Plenty’s dick. Mirta repeatedly shifted the dick between her mouth and Kitty’s, while the mutant girl slow-fucked her pussy.
“Ohhhhhh,” Plenty moaned. “I’m gonna...I’m gonna...uuhhhhhhhhh.”
There was no doubt about what she was gonna. Kitty and Mirta prepared to receive the bounty, both frantically licking the head of the dick. Seconds later it spewed forth, covering their tongues and faces with spooge. Plenty groaned and trembled as she poured cum all over the faces of the other two. The cascade went on and on, but finally slowed and stopped. Giggling, Kitty and Mirta mashed their faces together to smear the goo around even more. They laid there for a second or two, then Kitty suddenly remembered she was still inside Mirta and resumed fucking. The interlude hadn’t been enough for her to go soft. Mirta laid her head on Plenty’s thigh as Kitty drove the dick into her pussy.
Helen was enjoying sitting on the cocks so much that she planned to finish that way. She wanted to keep pounding on them until one or the other fired, then she would detonate the other one too. She slammed down as hard and fast as she could. Needless to say, this had quite an effect on Nikki and Kirsten. The two girls couldn’t do anything more than hang on, barely knowing where they were. But even though the haze, they kept physical contact with her, even when she was shifting from one dick to the other.
Helen badly wanted both girls to cum inside her pussy. She knew it would be messy, having taken cum in other orifices, but ejaculation inside her pussy was something she had never experienced, because the potential cost was too high. As she slammed herself down on the teens in alternation, she looked at their faces, trying to gauge which one would let go first. I’m guessing Nikki, she thought. The purple-haired girl was thrashing her head around, while Kirsten was just lying there with glazed eyes.
But Helen’s guess was wrong. On Kirsten’s next turn, the girl groaned and fired her load up into Helen. “Nnnnngggggghhhhhhhh!” The woman stopped, just sitting there feeling the dick pulse inside her. After Kirsten ran down, Helen pulled herself slowly off the dick, leaking cum back down onto it. She watch the goo ooze out of her for a moment, then transferred to Nikki for the final push.
Helen slammed down on Nikki harder than ever, squishing more of Kirsten’s cum out, to ooze down on Nikki. Helen had been holding off on her own orgasm, but now it was go for broke. “Ggglllllaaaahhhh,” Nikki groaned under the onslaught. Her head movement was more pronounced now. Helen knew the girl was getting close and concentrated on her own orgasm. She was sure they would be close together. After a few more seconds, Helen’s orgasm hit and she churned around inside, setting Nikki off as well. The goth girl sprayed cum into the works, arching her back and groaning again. After it was over, she laid still, tongue hanging out. Still enamored with the idea of a live cock in her pussy, Helen didn’t pull herself off until it went soft, causing more leaking onto Nikki. Then she laid between the two girls, thrilled that she had cum residue from both inside her.
The group around Enola continued to shuffle around. She and June retained pussies, one by choice and one not, while the other three took turns fucking them and each other.
“I want to get double fucked,” June said.
“We ought to give Enola first shot at that,” Bloom responded. “This is her show. We don’t have enough dicks to double-penetrate both of you.”
“It’s all right,” Enola said. “I just want to be fucked in the pussy. I was never allowed to do that. My ass has had plenty of action.”
So the girls shuffled around again. Bloom fucked Enola, while Violet plugged June’s pussy and Jasmine drove her dick into the ass. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh,” the asian girl moaned. “I’ve been double-fucked before, but not with girls on the other end of the dicks.”
The double penetration was a little awkward at first, as Jasmine hadn’t done it before, but after a little adjustment she was able to drive the girlcock deep into June’s ass. Holy shit, June thought. How many girls have been assfucked by their grandmother?
Like Helen, Enola was thrilled to be fucked in her pussy for a change. She pushed back against Bloom to force the dick in as far as it would go. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh.” Like everyone else, Bloom was fascinated by the map on Enola’s back and touched it with her fingers as she fucked the girl.
Since Plenty was out of the action, Kitty and Mirta merged with the group, providing another dick and another pussy.
After another shuffle, Violet fucked Enola, Jasmine plugged Mirta, and Kitty did June doggy style, with Bloom in Kitty’s ass. As a change of pace, Kitty didn’t move. Instead, June pushed back against her, impaling herself on the dick, while Bloom slammed Kitty from behind.
Everyone was starting to feel the signs now, and stopped changing partners, realizing this was the final push.
Enola came first, which wasn’t surprising, given that she had really never done this before. She cried out and her love tunnel clamped down on Violet’s dick. The super was close anyway, and that set her off. Enola received a load of spooge in her pussy for the first time ever. She marveled at it, while the girlcock kept pumping more into her.
Bloom let go next, surprising herself. The biological equipment appeared to be a little more sensitive than the magical, throwing her timing off. She groaned as she sprayed cum into Kitty’s ass. She lost her balance, pulling out of Kitty before she recovered and squirting the remainder of the load on the outside, coating Kitty’s asshole and the surrounding area. The mutant girl looked back at her and giggled while she continued to pound June. “Thanks a lot.” She and June came pretty close together. She could feel the love tunnel squeezing her dick, trying to milk more cum out of it. But there was already plenty, filling June up.
Jasmine let go early, forcing Mirta to finish herself off. But that was expected for the newbies.
Everyone laid around, wiped out. Then they cleaned themselves up as much as they could. Even with thousands of miles of water around, there wasn’t much suitable for bathing.
After dressing, Nikki and Kirsten laid together, while Helen went to check on Enola.
“Y’know, Nikki,” Kirsten said. “I’ve never known why you hate me so much.”
“I don’t hate you personally, I hate your type.”
The blonde girl blinked. “But Caitlin is my type, and she’s one of your best friends.”
“I know, but that took a while. And she did something really nice for Jen the day I met her.”
“I could do something nice if you would give me the chance.” She looked into Nikki’s eyes. “I’m the way I am, and you’re the way you are. We could just let each other be the way we are. People can be different and be friends.”
Nikki didn’t respond for a moment. “I’ll think about it.”
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Nikki was totally zonked out and was about to fall asleep. But she didn’t quite go under, vaguely aware that something had changed. She opened her eyes. The sky looked mostly the same, but then she realized that the sail was missing. And she couldn’t feel movement any more. She sat up quickly, forcing herself to wake up completely.
She was on a beach, with Kitty, Enola, and Mirta lying beside her. She looked around for Helen, but the woman was not there. Hopefully she had ripped out of Waterworld. The fact that Enola had was a good sign.
Nikki shook Enola gently. The girl’s eyes opened, though they wouldn’t focus. “Enola, wake up. It’s Dry Land.” The magic words broke through the haze. Enola struggled to sit up, then looked around wildly. She shrieked when she caught sight of the sand, waking up the other girls.
Enola excitedly walked on the sand, bending over to scoop some with her hands and let it run through her fingers. Then she looked back at the others with an amazed expression. By now everyone else was fully awake and watched the girl’s antics.
“What’s with her?” someone asked.
Nikki turned around to find Tabitha, along with Ripley and a pre-teen that Nikki didn’t recognize. She appeared to be another Goth, with hair colors similar to Nikki’s own.
Kitty explained the Dry Land thing, then both group leaders introduced their charges. The other girl’s name was Ophelia.
Enola was just standing still, as if she had turned to stone.
“Anything wrong?” Kitty asked.
“It really doesn’t move. It just sits there. I can’t believe it. I’ve never felt anything like that. Even something as big as the atoll moves some.”
Tabitha looked around, and noticed someone walking along the beach toward them. It appeared to be a young girl. As she approached, Tabitha noted that she had blue eyes and fairly long black hair, in a pony tail. Probably 11 or 12.
“Hi,” the girl said, a little nervously. “Uh, did my mother send you?”
“No,” Kitty replied. “We don’t know your mother. We aren’t from around here.”
The girl blinked. “But how did you get here? The only way in here is by boat. This beach is completely blocked off from the land. Well, almost. I found a way, but no one else knows about it.”
Even though non-interference wasn’t a problem any more, Kitty didn’t want to jump in with both feet. She didn’t want to change the plot of whatever show this was unless there was a reason for it. She talked to the girl, gently probing for clues, while everyone else lounged on the sand. Enola continued to play with the sand, absolutely fascinated by it.
Unfortunately, Kitty wasn’t getting anywhere. The girl didn’t seem to know much, at least nothing that could help identify the show. She seemed pretty sheltered. The conversation went on a little while, but the girl didn’t seem to mind. She appeared to like the ocean a lot, as she kept looking out that way as she talked. Finally everyone just turned and faced the water, to make it easier for her.
Unfortunately, that made it easier for someone to sneak up behind them. Everyone jumped when they suddenly heard a angry voice. “Somebody is in big trouble.”
Everyone whirled to find a beautiful woman standing there. She had long red hair, and was wearing an elaborate dress, which she had hiked up in order to walk on the sand. Exquisite shoes were dangling from the other hand. But the most notable thing was the crown.
“Sebastian is so going to get it,” she snapped. “Louis the Chef will get to make crab cakes out of him after all. Sebastian was supposed to prevent this.” She glared at the unknown girl. “Melody, you know you aren’t supposed to be anywhere near the ocean.”
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