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The New Girls	By : TheEvilFaery Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 7225 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The New Girls
By The Evil Fairy
Chapter Eight: Home is Where the Action Is
By Special Guest Author Fairy Slayer
Veronica rushed into her house, barely pushing the front door closed behind her before she scurried up the stairs. But as soon as she entered her room she stopped dead in her tracks. She knew she had to do something important, yet she had no clue what it was.
She had spent most of the day thinking about what to have Trixie do next. Even though Veronica was close to taking over as the most popular girl in school, plus she had the previous queen kowtowing to her every whim, something was still missing. Even with all of the attention and power now in her hands, the blonde still didn't feel like she had won. Something had to be done about that.
After taking a moment to catch her breath and clear her head, she glanced at the full-length mirror next to her closet. She didn't look any different that usual. "Maybe that's the problem," she sneered at her own reflection. She quickly peeled off her school sweater and flung it at her trash can; her matching pleated skirt followed. Veronica looked straight into the mirror again, wearing nothing but her tight pink floral panties, a matching training bra, and white stockings. The girl ran her palms down the sides of her chest to her hips then turned sideways, likewise tracing her rear end. A smile came to her lips as she reveled in the feel of her burgeoning form. From now on, people should be cheering me, she resolved.
Satisfied with her body itself, she pushed open the closet and started flicking her seldom worn outfits across the pole, one by one. There were so many beautiful clothes that she had thought were perfect when she first got them, but every time she wanted to wear one something would tell her that she shouldn't. Usually it was Trixie.
Veronica stopped at a lovely persimmon sheath dress which had been in there for over a year. She lifted up the bottom to look it over carefully. I always wanted to wear it, but Trixie said it didn't go with my coloring. After slowly caressing the silk between her fingers and taking in its vibrant red glow, she snatched it off the pole and brought it over to the dresser, hanging it on a wall hook. "But she won't be saying that now," she snickered while unfastening her bra and dropping it on the dresser. Then she quickly pulled her panties down to her knees before sitting on her bed to take them all the way off. She left them and her socks on the floor as she hopped up again, now completely naked, and went back to the dresser.
Digging through her underwear drawer, she found a pair of matching red satin panties, which she slipped on before taking the dress from its hanger. She slid it over her head and stuck her arms through before slowly pulling the smooth fabric down over herself, reveling in the sensual feeling as it gently squeezed her supple body. At first it felt like she might have outgrown it, but seeing herself in the mirror was enough to convince her that it was perfect. Its snugness showed off the subtle rounded curves of her bottom and exaggerated her little cone shaped breasts, even adding some bit of cleavage to her usually flat chest. One more peek in the mirror confirmed what she thought: she was hot.
Next, she went back to the closet to look for matching shoes, but the doorbell rang. Just as it was getting good! Veronica pattered down the steps in her bare feet and pulled open the door to find Penny standing there. She nearly jumped in shock, and even a touch of fear. "Penny! What brings you here?"
"I..." Penny's green eyes went wide at the sight of Veronica in her tight red dress. The slack-jawed girl gave Veronica a quick look down and up, letting her eyes linger at the newly displayed chest candy. "I... aye, aye..."
Veronica's nervousness disappeared when she saw how the small girl was reacting to her new look. She craned her neck forward, moving her eyes into Penny's line of sight. "Penny?" she lulled before letting out a solitary giggle. "What can I do for you?"
Penny had to shake her head a little to collect herself. Only then was she able to look at the wicked girl's face. From her flushed look and traces of perspiration, Veronica figured that Penny had walked all the way there.
She was enjoying herself thoroughly and wondered if she could make Penny sweat even more. "Oh, what am I doing?" she mock scolded herself. "Come on in. You can help me pick out some shoes." With that, she reached over, grabbing Penny's knapsack. A quick glance upwards caught Penny taking the bait, staring down the front of her dress. Veronica stood up and used Penny's pack as an invisible leash, holding it out to her side so that the smaller girl would follow both it and her pert bottom across the large living room.
On the way up the stairs, Penny finally could finally remember what she had planned to say. Still staring at the striking bottom in red, she swallowed hard and began. "I wanted to make sure you were okay about," Penny's voice dropped to a whisper, "what we did yesterday." Penny continued, "You left so fast, and I was worried that you were mad or something." Though she really meant it, she was still very nervous that Veronica would figure out Penny was just trying to stall her.
"Oh, no, it was just that," Veronica paused for a moment as they entered her bedroom. "I didn't expect us to go, you know, all the way." She immediately realized that simply watching one another masturbating probably wasn't considered all the way, especially after what she'd caught them doing at the mall. She turned and put Penny's pack on her desk as she prepared to correct herself, but the green-eyed girl's giggles distracted her. The blue-eyed girl decided to laugh it off herself and just smiled back at her. "What's so funny?"
"It's just weird to see you looking all grown up in that dress and then seeing that big old ponytail clip."
"Oh!" Veronica reached behind her head and felt the large pink star still in her hair. With a nervous giggle, she brought up her other hand and started to take it out. Then, seeing that Penny was still staring at her adoringly, her confidence spiked again. While removing the ornament she also pushed her chest out a little further. She gave Penny a sultry smile while giving her head a little shake to free her hair. "Thanks. Hey, maybe you could brush my hair out?"
Penny's face lit up. Veronica smiled back, both proud and a touch uncertain. Overall this seemed like a good way to take it slow, even if she didn't understand what the "it" would end up being. Holding the star out to put it away, she absentmindedly stepped between Penny and the bed, turning sideways as her chest passed just inches from Penny's face. After grabbing a large soft hair brush, Veronica handed it to her, letting her hand linger as Penny's shaky fingers grazed hers for a moment.
So far so good.
Then the taller girl briefly raised an eyebrow at Penny and started to sit in her desk chair, but then she suddenly bolted up again. "Hold on. The brush might fray it," she started to explain. Without thinking, she pulled the dress up and started to wriggle out of it, "and this way it won't get my hair all over it." Veronica had just freed her breasts and was trying to ease the dress off of her head and arms when...
THUD!
Veronica instinctively yanked the dress back down at the noise, though not all the way. She looked down to see Penny lying on the floor next to the overturned chair. "Penny!" she shouted while falling to her knees and grabbing her shoulders. "Penny!?"
The little girl smiled and mumbled incoherently while trying to raise her arms. Veronica shook her some more and got Penny to open her eyes a little. They shot open wide when she saw those pretty blue eyes so close to hers and realized that Veronica's body was nearly on top of hers.
"Are you okay?" Veronica cooed while quickly brushing the hair out of Penny's green eyes.
"Uhm, yeah," Penny muttered before suddenly sucking in a bit of drool off of her lip; her hand darted up to make sure there wasn't any more on the side of her face. There wasn't, but she wiped her hand on her pants anyway. She started to get up and Veronica took her by the arm to help.
Veronica leaned back and helped Penny up before guiding her towards the bed. "What happened?"
"I don't know," Penny lied, but Veronica was still too worried to notice. "I just felt faint all of a sudden and tried to grab the chair. Then everything just went dark."
Veronica sat her on the bed and then darted over to her bookbag. Penny felt a little dizzy again when the cheerleader leaned over, exposing her panty-clad bottom below the still bunched up dress. Veronica pulled out a bottle of water and flicked off the cap, letting it fall on the floor as she rushed back to the bed. "Here," she blurted while nearly bottle feeding the smiling girl.
Penny held it herself and took a big gulp. Then she put it down and sucked in a deep breath before gasping, "Thanks." She tried to keep her eyes away from her hostess, lest she swoon again.
Veronica still didn't think about what she was supposed to be doing to Penny, or what Penny wanted to do to her. "Is there anything I can get you?"
"No, I'll be okay," she insisted. Then she turned back towards Veronica again, who looked terribly anxious and flushed with concern. It was adorable, plus the naughty girl realized that she could take advantage of the situation to stall Veronica, giving Lor more time with Trixie. Actually, that's not all the impish girl wanted to take advantage of, and it was hard not to get her hopes up.
"Maybe I should lie down for a few minutes." Then Penny looked up into Veronica's sparkling eyes and quickly added, "If that's okay."
"Sure, whatever," Veronica said while trying to ease Penny down.
Penny suddenly pushed herself up again. "Oh, my shoes," she commented while leaning forward to take them off. "I don't want to get your bedspread dirty." She stopped short and, purely for effect, jammed one hand into the mattress while putting her other one on her knee, pretending that she'd almost fallen over again.
Veronica grabbed Penny's shoulders and sat her upright. "That's okay, I'll get them." Without thinking any more of it, she knelt down in front of Penny and started to unlace her sneakers. Watching as Veronica's head bobbed up and down so close to her thighs, Penny eased both fists into the mattress behind her, fearing she'd faint again for real. Once steadied, she grabbed the water bottle and finished it.
She started to wonder why it was taking Veronica so long, but she peeked down and saw that she was loosening up the laces, treating her worn old sneakers with care even though Penny usually just stepped on the heels to get out of them. It was probably out of habit, since she had so many beautiful girlish clothes she wouldn't want ruined. Penny felt a twinge of jealousy, and for a moment she even regretted not accepting Trixie's makeover attempt Monday afternoon.
Penny's body tensed up when Veronica suddenly squeezed her calf, holding her leg steady while pulling off first one then the other sneaker. Her unwitting temptress even pushed the laces into the openings before placing the sneakers neatly next to the desk. Then she hurried back to ease Penny down. "Can I get you a blanket? Another pillow?"
"I'm already kind of warm," Penny breathed while smiling up at Veronica.
The other girl noticed the empty bottle and reached for it. "I'll get you some more water."
But Penny stayed her hand. "No, that's okay, but..." Penny sucked in a deep breath as quietly as she could, steeling herself before channeling her beloved friend Brain: she opened her green eyes wide and turned out her lower lip ever so slightly. "Can you stay with me? I'm a little scared I'll get dizzy and fall out of bed."
At that moment, Penny's face could have made even Dr. Claw give want to give her a big hug — Veronica didn't stand a chance. "Okay, sure," she answered, unable to stop gazing into that almost hypnotic face. Veronica sat on the edge of the bed, but just as she was settling Penny shifted herself closer to the wall while taking her hand. She guided Veronica to lie down on the outside edge of the bed. Veronica hesitated, suddenly remembering Penny's lascivious intentions towards her, but she was still somewhat under the spell. What's the worst that could happen? she thought. I can just roll off the bed and get up anytime I want.
It took a few moments for Veronica to lie down completely, and even then she was staring at the ceiling uncomfortably. However, Penny turned on her side, nuzzling the tense girl's upper arm while loosely hugging Veronica's lower arm, all but pulling it towards her own lower body. That would be too much too fast, which might make Veronica anxious to leave. As it was, she was stalling the gorgeous and perky, if bitchy, cheerleader quite nicely: it seemed like she might actually be able to keep Veronica occupied more than long enough for Lor and Trixie to talk. She felt her girlfriends would be very proud of her, though she avoided thinking about how they might reward her for a job well done.
Instead, Penny closed her eyes and lied still, trying to relax herself with slow deep breaths. She even turned her face up so she wouldn't be blowing her hot breaths directly on Veronica, though it was a struggle not to crack her eyes open and peek down the girl's chest again. This was too warm and too comfortable to mess up, but she was also a bit too excited to doze off. Plus she knew that if she did fall asleep then Veronica might get up and at least try to call Trixie at home. Maybe Veronica would take a little nap instead, or at least pretend so that she couldn't make any advances. Penny started to think that if Veronica did fall asleep then she could do to Veronica what she and Trixie had done to Lor at their sleepover. After all, there must be plenty of nice belts, bathrobe ties and scarves in Veronica's closet that could be used to...
Penny felt her fingers clutching all on their own. She quickly reined her thoughts in again and held her breath, worrying about how Veronica might react. Well, at least she knows I haven't fallen asleep.
But when Veronica had lain down, letting everything go quiet, all of her repressed thoughts and feelings had started to swirl around in her head. It hadn't taken long for her to nearly forget that she was in bed with a girl who wanted to do weird things to her, so when she felt Penny's hand gripping hers it hadn't registered as anything more than a friendly gesture. Without thinking, she simply gave Penny's hand a slow little squeeze back.
Penny breathed a sigh of relief and rested her head facing Veronica's arm. Then she ever so slightly brushed her ring finger against the inside of Veronica's palm. Veronica didn't complain, so she let her fingers glide gently and almost unconsciously. Meanwhile, Veronica was only starting to notice that Penny's breaths were sending slow pulses of cool air down the front of her dress, and her nipples were reacting.
Still, Veronica was more absorbed in thinking about what she was doing overall. Trixie's words from a few days earlier came back to haunt her. "I thought we were friends." It was true, or it least it had been a long time ago. But over the years Trixie had grown cold and distant, and then she started treating her with more and more contempt. Veronica had thought about simply leaving the clique, but even though the fear of not being "cool" anymore was pretty big, the thought of being alone, especially without Trixie, had been overwhelming.
Now, all of a sudden, Trixie had nearly destroyed the social hierarchy that she had been living under — the very social structure that Trixie herself had created! No. After all that struggle, all that sacrifice, all that humiliation, there was no way she was going to let Trixie take her identity from her, especially not for those geeky, awkward and downright weird new girls.
Like the one lying right next to her. Penny contentedly cuddled Veronica as much as she would let her. But Penny wasn't doing anything that would make Veronica upset, maybe just uncomfortable. Even if she didn't fit in, Penny was so joyful, so free, maybe because her happiness wasn't an act. The fashion-challenged green eyed nerdgirl didn't seem to care how the rest of the world saw her. Sure, she probably didn't like being alone either, but she had made friends pretty fast. And apparently Penny did pretty well by not being afraid to go after what she wanted. From the way Penny was caressing her hand it was clear that Penny wanted her too.
Yet Veronica didn't think anything of it. Weird, yes. After their encounter in the classroom the day before she knew that Penny wanted her in the worst way, and it was all too obvious that Penny had ulterior motives for visiting. Yet it was also clear that the goofy little blonde was too naive and harmless to do anything bad, to her or anyone. Penny wasn't a threat, and it was actually nice to be adored. Especially by Penny. Veronica wondered if this was how Trixie felt when she was with Penny, or if it's how Trixie had ever felt with her.
The pigtailed girl just wanted to be accepted and loved. Deep down they were basically the same, but Veronica had just let it get so complicated. Now she didn't know if she wanted to just become Trixie or actually destroy her.
I don't want to think about it anymore!
Veronica dropped her left leg to the floor and started to ease her arm out of Penny's grip. The sleepy girl's fingers tried to hold on, but on just barely. Veronica kept looking at Penny's peaceful face, hoping not to disturb her.
Penny half-opened her eyes and stared at Veronica, who froze in hopes that Penny would simply go back to sleep. But Penny stared for a moment and took Veronica's hand again. "Why are you crying?" Veronica hadn't even realized it, but now she could feel the faintly warm trickle on her cheek and the slight tremble in her own hand. Penny gripped her hand a little harder and pushed herself up onto her other elbow. "Wanna talk about it?" Veronica didn't suspect any false sentiment in Penny's concern. There was none.
Penny slipped her hand up Veronica's arm, half supporting herself and half pulling the girl back towards her for a long, simple hug. It was a little awkward for Veronica, but she settled back down and rested her hand onto Penny's waist. For her part, Penny's forehead was pressed into Veronica's bare shoulder, but she wasn't doing anything amorous, just comforting a near stranger as if she'd been a lifelong friend. "Is it 'cause I..." Penny offered.
"No," Veronica answered in a whisper so raspy that it even surprised herself. She cleared her throat and continued, "I was just thinking about stuff." It was becoming more uncomfortable for her, but not due to Penny's subtle advances or Veronica's doubts about her own sexuality. She was starting to feel the vulnerability she'd been repressing for the longest time. A tightness rushed through her body for an instant and she realized it was time to take charge again. She let her free hand slide onto the mattress, behind Penny's head, until her face was almost level with the short girl's. She inhaled sharply thought her nose.
Penny moved her head back and looked into Veronica's shining eyes. "If there's anything I can..."
Veronica's lips closed around Penny's before she knew it. The cheerleader pulled on Penny's waist securely and moved her other hand to the side of Penny's head — not holding, more encouraging her not to pull back. Then she rolled a little bit into Penny while raising her foot back up onto the bed.
Every thought in Penny's head disappeared in a twinkling: her mission, her genuine concern for the girl, and even her naughty fantasies. There wasn't even the tiniest bit of curiosity about how this warm and excited mouth came to be pressing against hers, how their bodies had suddenly become so close, or what to do about Veronica's tongue teasing the inside of her lips. Penny just closed her eyes and got into it, without any conscious thought whatsoever. She was insensate to all else and loving it.
It all felt a bit weird to Veronica, but it didn't feel bad; it was a bit nice, actually. She closed her own eyes and became more daring, sliding her tongue a little bit farther into Penny's mouth, to which Penny gingerly poked her own back against Veronica's. Then the cheerleader was pleasantly surprised when Penny tried to pull Veronica's tongue further into her mouth, but so gently, as if she were suckling Veronica's tongue. She gave in and started sliding her tongue back and forth in Penny's mouth, but since this was her first kiss she didn't know what to do. Fortunately, Penny's pure instincts took over and she took charge, sliding her tongue into Veronica's mouth and playing with Veronica's.
Veronica had to consciously cede that control, but she wasn't unhappy with the decision. Instead, she busied her hands, gently clutching and mussing up Penny's hair, even sliding the band out of one of her pigtails, and using her other hand to rub and squeeze Penny's waist; she even ventured to feel the cute girl's firm round bottom a few times.
Penny moved her free arm up to Veronica's neckline and started to hook a finger inside the cleavage, but the dress was far too tight. She wouldn't be able to get a finger inside without stretching the dress and possibly ripping the stitches. So instead she moved her hand down and lazily ran her fingers over one of Veronica's tightly ensconced breasts, basically tickling it a little before teasing it with a little more grip.
A little squeal escaped through Veronica's nose when Penny started to feel her up, but she quickly recovered and tried to keep up with her mouth. She also massaged Penny's hips and waist tentatively, trying to get into it as much as she could, though even she couldn't tell if she was just keeping up her act or it was something more. Veronica relaxed a little and thought about their encounter after school the day before.
In her mind she was there again, exposing her breasts and sliding her fingers down inside her shorts while staring at the other two girls: Penny with her jeans down around her knees, and little Timmantha's squinting eyes staring right at her while they all showed off for one-another. The memory scared her a little, but it also gave her a thrill. There was something special about the look on Timmantha's adorable face and the squeaks she made when her body was rocked by her orgasm. It was almost how she used to dream that Timmy Turner would look like when he was coming...
Veronica's eyes popped wide open and she pulled back from Penny's hungry kisses.
Penny gasped in shock and then stared at her, looking almost hurt. "What's the matter?"
Veronica had to think quickly. "Oh, wow! Uhm, I'm starting to feel a bit woozy myself."
"Don't worry," Penny cooed. She moved her face forward again, breathing in quick bursts, "That just means it's getting to the good part."
"No! I mean, no, that's not what I mean, uhm..." Veronica took a deep breath. "I mean, I need something to drink." She slipped her legs off the bed and started to turn, pausing when she realized her fingers were caught all the way in Penny's belt loops. A nervous laugh escaped her mouth as she extracted them. Penny was flushed and still trying to catch her breath, making it hard to re-create her pleading expression that had worked before.
"Stay right there. I'll get us some more water," Veronica said while backing away from the bed. "And a snack maybe?"
"Okay." Penny's green eyes stared down at the empty spot on the mattress. When she heard the cute cheerleader's footsteps pattering on the stairs she rolled onto her back and pressed her palms into the sides of her face. "Nice going, Penny! You moved way too fast." Her hands dropped to her sides and she muttered, "So much for making it a foursome..."
Penny's self-rebuking was short lived. She suddenly thought Veronica might try to call Trixie while out of the room. Penny still didn't know what kind of hold Veronica had over her raven haired lover, or if it was even as bad as Lor thought, but she certainly wasn't going to let the other girls down.
She hopped off the bed and rushed to her backpack, pulling out her computer book and flipping it open. A few keystrokes later if flashed the message, "Activating signal block: ..." Penny put the book on the desk and then grabbed Veronica's princess phone. Upon picking up the receiver she was relieved to hear only a dial tone, so she held it between her ear and shoulder while opening a side pocket on her backpack.
"Old technology: simple solution," she mumbled while pulling out a small phone line tester. She flipped the phone over and removed the cord, which she then plugged into the tester. Both LEDs lit up, assuring Penny that the phone lines had been blocked. She sighed with relief.
"Thank you, Radio Shack."
Then she put the disconnected phone back where it belonged and, as a precaution, dropped the line so that the tester was sticking out near the bedroom door. That way she could stop and pretend to tie her shoe while retrieving it; Veronica would later think that her phone had become unplugged accidentally.
After taking a moment to fix her undone pigtail, she snatched up her computer book and started to put it away, but her eye caught something odd just as she was closing it. She popped it open again:
Cellular bands:      BLOCKED ALL
Cordless bands:     BLOCKED ALL
Wireless bands:     FAILED - INSUFFICIENT POWER TO BLOCK SIGNAL
"That can't be right," she grunted while checking the battery level. It had a nearly full charge, and the concealed antennae didn't appear to be damaged. The phone lines were disabled, whether or not their service was through the Internet. And it wasn't like Veronica could expect Trixie to answer any instant messages quickly. Besides, she'd probably only send them from her own laptop, which was sitting right there on her desk. Penny peeked over at it saw that the power light was on, but she also noticed the hard drive light blinking.
Not just blinking: It was thrashing.
Forgetting that Veronica may return at any moment, she flipped the lid open and watched as some unknown program called up several files, apparently any that had been modified within the past three days. The Program suddenly looked familiar to Penny, but she couldn't quite place it. She tried to cancel it, but the keyboard and mouse didn't respond. Desperate, she held down the power button, but an overlay popped up reporting, "Hibernation failed."
Her own computer beeped sourly and she glanced down.
Cellular bands:      FAILED - INSUFFICIENT POWER TO BLOCK SIGNAL
"What the...!"
Something else started beeping, sickly and drawn out, and it was coming from Veronica's bookbag. The noise wouldn't stop, and Penny worried that Veronica would blame her for whatever was happening. Even worse, Penny wasn't so sure that her recent upgrades weren't somehow responsible, especially since everything started happening when she started the jamming.
"Screw you, Radio Shack!" she cursed while digging out Veronica's cell phone. It was flickering through a series of pictures, one about every five seconds. Penny's eyes went wide with horror when the first blackmail picture popped up. After pausing for a few seconds, the next picture in the series was shown, and then the next.
She slowly realized what Veronica had done. A dull and heavy pain welled up in the pit of her stomach, quickly spreading throughout her body. Tears welled in her eyes and she started to shake with anger and horror. The lingering taste and smell of Veronica suddenly made her retch and nearly vomit.
The rage tore through her, but she managed to pull up the phone's menu so she could erase its memory. However, it froze up and then flashed the message UPLOADING... "No you fucking don't!" she spat. Her nimble fingers flicked off the cover and yanked out the battery in an instant. She dropped everything into her pack, intending to deal with it after taking care of the laptop.
Pulling its battery too seemed like the answer, but the program had stopped cold. Then she glanced at her computer book and saw that her custom security software had already intervened. Something had tried to break into that too but, good as the hacker might be, Penny's programming skills had been better: her book had taken control of their system.
A few seconds of poking around explained why she couldn't jam the signals: the hacker's signal was incredibly powerful; yet there was a nearly three second delay between packets — even a signal relayed from the other side of the planet shouldn't take that long. Instead of dwelling on the details she started hacking the hacker. "Two by four?" she mumbled, then gasped Penny's green eyes lit up and her face glowed with awe. Her fingers started typing at lighting speed. A far cry from only moments earlier, she let out a gleeful squeal and tapped away.
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Meanwhile, Veronica headed to the kitchen, planning to take her time preparing a few fancy treats. That should keep us busy, she thought, and it should take care of her fainting spells too. I don't think I could handle any more surprises today.
"Hello, Veronica," Trixie's pleasant voice rang from the living room.
Veronica shuddered. For a moment she wondered if it was just her guilty imagination playing tricks on her, but glancing over that the couch confirmed that her once best friend was sitting there. After quietly sucking in a breath, Veronica reminded herself that she was in control.
She walked straight over to where the brunette was sitting. "Why hello, Trixie. What a surprise! And for some reason I thought we were supposed to get together later."
"I hope this isn't a bad time," Trixie answered politely.
Something didn't sit right with Veronica. The brunette's voice was quiet and free of sarcasm, as it had been since the blackmail started, but now she sounded almost calm. It was completely alien to Veronica. Even when Trixie had been on top and everything was going smoothly, there had always been the tiniest hint of effort in Trixie's voice. Every word, every sound was calculated, whether she was flatly delivering a tremendous put-down or simply asking someone to pass the salt.
The blonde was starting to feel butterflies in her stomach. Despite knowing she had considerable power over the girl, plus more than a little hold on Penny, she decided to play it cool. I'll give Trixie a little rope. It didn't even occur to Veronica that her approach was precisely what a top girl would do.
Veronica quickly walked over to the couch and sat on the other end. "Actually, a mutual friend stopped by, so I was just entertaining."
"Penny?" It was as much a statement as it was a question, but she didn't sound at all worried.
"Yes, as a matter of fact. I was just getting something to eat," Veronica explained. "Oh, better yet, why don't you join us? I'm sure you'd love that. She's upstairs taking a nap in my bed now. Poor thing's exhausted!"
Veronica smiled as Trixie's eyes fell and the brunette smoothed her skirt, showing traces of building anxiety. Then she continued, "She's a very sweet girl. I'm starting to understand what you see in her. Plus she's so adorable when she's all flushed and sweaty."
Trixie's gaze moved to the distance and her fingers gripped her knees.
Veronica suddenly worried about what Trixie would think along with how that might affect the secret she was keeping. She also worried that the thought of losing Penny would be too much for Trixie, which made her feel a twinge of guilt.
"Oh, dear me! No, nothing like that!" Veronica laughed it off. "She walked all the way here to see me, and the poor thing was so dehydrated that she fainted." Trixie shot her a concerned look and Veronica continued, "I made her lie down, and now I'm just doing what I can to make her feel better. She carries around that heavy backpack anyway, so you'd think she'd have some bottled water in there too. I mean, it's so not cool to be relying on public water fountains..."
Trixie's shot forward and snatched the blonde's hand, cutting her rambling off. "Veronica," she said with her familiar assertiveness. After pausing to make sure she Veronica's attention her voice calmed again. "We need to talk."
Veronica's two big blue eyes leer back at her, confused then angry. "You seem to forget that we have a deal..."
"Not anymore."
Veronica huffed in disbelief. "Remember what I can do to you?" she snarled.
"Do whatever you want. I don't care what happens to me. Maybe I deserve it. It seems like everyone's been making me do what's expected for so long, but no one is going to make me do anything anymore."
Veronica felt her hold crumbling and began to panic. "What about your friends?"
Trixie's lips were so tight, her words so soft that they almost didn't come out. "I'll tell everyone it was my fault, that I made them do it."
"They'll never believe that!" Veronica sneered.
"But it's true! I've kept a bigger lie all this time, so I can certainly make the truth sound believable.' she admitted. "There's no way I'd never let them get hurt."
Veronica jumped out of her seat and balled up her hands, shaking them at the ceiling. "You're lying now!" Then she lunged forward and hovered over Trixie, staring down at her while wildly waving her fists. "You don't care about anyone! You only care about yourself, your reputation!" Tears started running down her cheeks and her eyes burned with the fires of Hell itself.
"No!" Trixie shouted back as she shut her eyes tightly.
"You've only ever cared about yourself. Everyone else is just disposable to you!"
"No no no..." Trixie forced out between her gritted teeth.
"And when you can't use them anymore you'll just throw them away, just like you threw me away! All those years I stood by your side! I adored you! I tried to be like you! I fucking tried to be you 'cause then maybe, just maybe, you might like me back even just a little instead of hating me so much!"
Trixie's eyes went wide with fury. She snapped her head forward, getting back in Veronica's face and yelling, "You stupid bitch! I only did that because you remind me how much I hate myself!"
Veronica was stunned to silence, her mouth stuck wide open in a silent gasp. She stared at the raven haired girl, who instantly slammed her hand over her own mouth.
Trixie was even more shocked by her own words, and she felt like she'd just stabbed herself in the heart. Until that moment she had believed her blonde friend had irritated her only because she was Veronica. Trixie suddenly realized that every put-down, every bitchy comment — every humiliation she'd ever inflicted on Veronica was really meant to hurt herself.
The brunette unclasped her mouth while letting out a yelp of pain as her tears started falling like rain. She lunged forward and wrapped her arms tightly around Veronica, burying her face in the blonde's neck. Though she could barely speak through her uncontrollable gasps and strains, she choked out, "Sorry! I'm so sorry Veronica."
Veronica was caught off balance and had to grab the back of the couch as she fell into it, but Trixie's grip barely wavered. She pressed the side of her face against the blonde's and, between sniffles, cried in her ear, "I'm such a fucking bitch! I never wanted to be this way. I was just so afraid people would hate me if they knew what I really was. I had to make everyone like me."
Veronica couldn't help but embrace Trixie back. "But I already liked you..."
"I know! I know! But instead I only cared about being popular, the most popular, no matter what. And you... You always liked me no matter what I did. I shouldn't have taken it all out on you."
"Why? Why! What did I do to make you treat me like crap?" Veronica squeaked out through her own crying breaths.
"I don't know... I guess because you tried so hard to make people like you too, to make me like you, it only reminded me of the lie I've been living. That was so unfair."
"Tell me about it!" Veronica guffawed.
Trixie couldn't help but let out a snort herself. "I guess I really do deserve to get found out after all." She separated from Veronica, staring into her eyes. "It's kind of a relief actually, and if someone had to catch me I'm kind of glad it was you."
Veronica looked down to avoid Trixie's eyes. "Because deep down you knew that I could never bring myself to do that to you?"
A new twinge of guilt ran through Trixie, but she also felt a tiny bit stupid. She had been so terrified of having her secret revealed that she never considered that Veronica could have been bluffing the whole time. She closed her eyes for a moment and almost laughed, but then she leaned forward and held Veronica close again.
"I should have told you I was..." Trixie hesitated, realizing that she'd never been able to use the proper word before. She took deep breath. "... that I am homosexual as soon as I realized it myself." Trixie couldn't help but giggle and add, "Well, maybe not right at that moment."
"Why not?"
"Remember when we were seven and your parents took us to Vegas? We had a room with two huge beds but we slept together every night anyway..."
"Huh?" Veronica pulled back and looked utterly confused. "You mean... You went gay for me?" She suddenly felt very self conscious, sitting there while they were still loosely holding onto each other.
Trixie shifted herself and looked down to hide her blushing. "Well, it's not like that. But I did have an awful hard time sleeping that week."
"Oh...." Veronica stared off in the distance, pondering for a moment. "So, why didn't you ever, you know, try anything?"
"Oh, I'd never do that! I was too scared of losing you to even let you find out," she explained. "Besides, it never seemed like you'd be into that at all. I mean, you seem to like boys, and you're so totally crushing on Timmy Turner..."
It was Veronica's turn to blush and look down, but it only took a moment to get her courage up. "After the past couple of days, I really don't know anymore. I mean, after what Penny and I did..."
"Oh yeah, I heard about what you naughty girls did yesterday," Trixie teased.
Veronica's eyes bulged for a second. "Yeah, yesterday, heh heh heh..."
Trixie stopped short of asking Veronica about Timmantha, but she joked, "Maybe I should have tried something with you after all." She let out a laugh but stopped when she realized the blonde was just staring at her, a wistful expression on her face.
Veronica tightened her grip on Trixie's arms and little more than whispered, "Maybe you should."
Without a thought between them, their faces slowly came together, their eyes closing the instant their lips made contact. Trixie put her best tongue forward, wanting both to find out if Veronica really was into girls too and also to make up for all of the bitterness, even in a small way. Veronica simply tried to use what she'd just learned from the nerdy girl not half an hour earlier. They both wanted to give it a fair chance, but after thirty seconds Veronica gently broke their kiss, leaning back slightly with her eyes still closed.
Trixie looked at her expectantly. Veronica finally opened her eyes, looking a bit uncertain.
"WHAT THE CRUD IS GOING ON!" Penny's voice broke the awkward silence.
"Penny!" Both girls quickly turned to see the girl gawking at them. Penny dropped her backpack on the floor and reeled back, dumbfounded. It took them a second or two to realize they were still holding each other's arms, so they quickly disengaged. Trixie jumped up, looking quite embarrassed as she waved her quivering hands at her side. "It's not what it looks like!"
Penny pointed at Veronica with her entire hand but stared right at Trixie. For a moment she was thoroughly flustered. "How could you ki...!" She realized that would be hypocritical, which only pissed her off even more. She turned her hysterical gaze to Veronica, "And what about...?"
Veronica shot up and stepped around the table so that she was only a couple of steps from the irate girl. She held her hands up in front of herself. "Penny, wait! I made a big mistake..."
Penny's eyes were about to pop out of her head when she looked at Trixie again and blurted out, "She has pictures of us in the dressing room!"
Trixie stepped towards her too. "I know. It's all right."
Penny thrust her face into her hands, confused and nearly hyperventilating. "I can't believe it! You stopped making out with me to come down here and make out with Trixie! Is this some sort of sick game?"
Trixie shot Veronica a questioning glance, to which Veronica could only let out a strained laugh.
Trixie put her hands on Penny's shoulders, gripping tightly when Penny tried to turn away. "Listen, you know things between Veronica and me have been pretty bad, right? And it's not like I did anything to make it better. But I think we've worked it out." Trixie managed to turn Penny to face them, then she looked to Veronica and asked, "Have we?
Veronica nodded. She laid a hand on Penny's shoulder, saying, "What you just saw was..."
"A mistake?" Penny mocked.
"It was a question," Veronica finished.
Penny glared suspiciously while Veronica explained, "I just needed to know if... you know, I really was the same as you two. Especially after what we did."
"And...?" Penny asked.
Both Penny and Trixie looked at Veronica and held their breath, waiting for her answer.
"It definitely felt good," she said, but then she stopped for a moment to think. "But it didn't feel right."
"I understand," Trixie answered. It was what she'd always expected, but despite how devastatingly ironic it would have been she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Penny didn't say anything right away, so Trixie continued, "But let me just add that you're not a half bad kisser. I'm sure some lucky boy will agree." Trixie gave her a wink.
Veronica blushed and swayed a little. "Well, I did just have my first 'lesson' today."
Penny finally looked up. "You mean that was your first kiss?" Veronica just nodded shyly, which cheered Penny up a little.
"Anyway," Veronica changed the subject, "I'll go erase all of those pictures right now and then we can just hang out."
"Oh!" Penny bent down and quickly started going through her backpack. "I already took care of your phone." She pulled out a handful of broken plastic, PC board and other pieces of Veronica's phone. "Sorry."
Veronica gave her an annoyed glare but let it go. "Well, I wanted a newer one anyway." She turned to go upstairs. "Okay, I'll get rid of the copies on my laptop and then..."
"Uhm, I got those already too."
Veronica turned around slowly, her face becoming red as her dress.
"Don't worry! I only wiped the pictures."
Veronica let out a relieved breath.
"But if there's anything I can do to make it up," Penny offered meekly.
Veronica and Trixie smiled at her, simultaneously saying, "You're so cute."
Then they leaned in and hugged Penny from both sides. Veronica just gripped her upper arm with both hands and pressed her head against Penny's. But Trixie slipped one hand around the small girl's waist and the other in her back pocket; then she made sure to kiss Penny's ear before giving it a little play bite.
"Hey!" Penny squeaked just before the front door slammed open.
"What the crud is going on here!" Lor's voice boomed out. She stormed over to the trio, never taking her eyes off of the now terrified Veronica. The girls broke their hug but instead clung onto one another in fear. "You!" Lor grabbed the front of Veronica's dress, pulling her face-to-face.
"Lor, wait!" Trixie yelled as Lor raised her other hand high in the air, balling it in a fist.
"It's not what it looks like!" Penny blurted out. She tried to push herself between them, but Lor was immovable and her grip was solid.
Though scared, Veronica didn't resist. Instead she glanced at Trixie and commented, "And I guess this is what I deserve..."
"No!" Trixie cried while grabbing Lor's raised arm. "Don't do it, Lor! It was all my fault.
Lor turned to Trixie, letting the brunette pull her fist down to her side. "What do you mean?"
"Veronica's been a friend from far back as I can remember, and she's stuck by me even though I've been shutting her out for so long. But I was only blaming her for everything I didn't like about my life."
"Of course! All of that in-crowd stuff is stupid," Lor answered while still glaring into Veronica's wincing eyes. "It's evil, just like her."
"Lor!" Trixie growled while yanking the girl's arm fiercely. "Look, I treated her like garbage for years and then when you and Penny came along I dumped her — just like that. She was just trying to get my attention, that's all. If she was being 'evil' it's because she was being like me! So if you're gonna beat someone's face in then it should be mine."
The butch girl glared at Trixie while letting out a strained grunt. "Well I'm gonna make sure she never bothers us again." With little effort, she pulled her fist away and raised it again.
Penny suddenly shoved herself between Lor and Veronica, breaking them apart long enough to tackle Veronica to the ground and cover the girl in red with her own body. Lor was unsure whether Penny was protecting Veronica or holding her down to make it easier to beat her up. Either way, Lor gripped Penny's shoulder and rolled her off of Veronica, opening up a clear shot.
While Lor was still off balance from moving Penny, Trixie lunged forward. She reached up and seized Lor's wrist while pushing her sideways towards Penny, making her trip. With her hand trapped, Lor had to twist her whole body to keep from crushing Penny as she toppled; that caused the brunette to fall over with her, landing on her stomach across Veronica's upper legs.
Lor's angry mouth opened to scream, but before she could start to curse Trixie hollered at her, "If you ever try to hurt my best friend again we're through! Got it!"
Penny gasped in shock, but Lor remained completely mute, her mouth still open but without the nerve to argue.
"Trixie," Veronica peeped. "Do you really mean it?"
"Of course I do. I'm never going to let anyone hurt you: not me, not anyone — not anymore."
"No, Trixie." The brunette looked curiously at Veronica. "I mean, am I really still your best friend? Even after what I did to you?"
Trixie hesitated, thinking carefully as she got on all fours and then stood up on her knees. She reached out a hand to Lor, giving it a little flick so that Lor would take it. "I guess so," she said, almost surprising herself. She got back on her heels and pulled Lor up while getting up herself. "After all, what I did to you wasn't any better."
Lor got on one knee to check on Penny and then help her up. Trixie helped Veronica up and then helped straighten and brush any carpet lint off the tight dress, which she finally noticed. "Damn girl!" she muttered. "I was so wrong about this dress."
Veronica didn't think about what Trixie was checking out, her or the dress. "So we're good?"
Trixie stood up straight and smiled at her. "The best." Veronica smiled back and they hugged.
Meanwhile, Penny gently urged Lor towards Trixie and Veronica, but she only looked sore. Penny got up on her toes and whispered to Lor, but she crossed her arms and shook her head slightly. Penny tried again, pressing her lips a bit closer, moving them slowly while blowing hot little breaths in the taller girl's ear. Lor's eyes went wide and Penny smiled while briefly nuzzling her nose against Lor's ear. Lor gave a quick, short nod and then stepped towards the other two.
Penny smiled victoriously as Lor reached out to shake Veronica's hand. "Oh, Veronica, I'm sorry about the whole trying to beat you up thing. So I hope we can be friends too."
Trixie gave Veronica's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, so Veronica nervously reached out and accepted. Lor added, "By the way, you can have lunch with us anytime."
Trixie quickly added, "But if you still want to eat at the popular table, that's okay too. I understand. You deserve to be there." Trixie then took both of Veronica's hands. "But whatever you do, just be yourself. You'll feel so much better, and you deserve that."
Veronica hugged her again. "Well, I don't think Chad and Tad will miss me all that much, but maybe I should still let them down gently."
"Fair enough." As Trixie hugged her back Penny prompted Lor, who hesitated at first, and they joined in to make it a lasting group hug. Their eyes closed and they all breathed in the peace they had found.
After several seconds Penny suddenly giggled.
"What's so funny?" Trixie asked without looking.
"It's just really weird. I can't believe keeping one secret from your best friend can make everything so messed up."
Trixie leaned closer and gave Penny a kiss on the cheek, then nuzzled her face. "Well, don't worry. That's never going to be a problem again."
Just then, the room filled with various soft clicking, springing and whirring sounds all around them.
"Hold it right there!" a familiar voice commanded.
The girls slowly opened their eyes to find themselves surrounded by half a dozen kids in strange costumes. It looked like they had converted old sports equipment, pajamas and even pieces of cookware into some kind of armor, and each had a tag on their hats or helmets with different numbers. They were also holding what seemed to be handguns made from condiment bottles, small bubblegum machines, and even planks with rubber bands and nails.
Standing closest to them was Rachel, who was wearing a tiger-stripe pajama top over a gray turtleneck and had wool socks on while also wearing thick flip-flops. On her head she had a colander with holes so fine that it looked more like a metal bowl, with her ears sticking out through the handles; in front there were two blue curved blades sticking out of an orange block with the number 362 engraved on it.
"Move in!" Rachel shouted. Various children stepped forward and separated the girls, standing behind them with their makeshift weapons sticking in their backs.
Trixie's eyes flitted left and right. She whispered, "What's going on?"
Penny murmured, "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention..."
Lor tried to shush them as she stared menacingly at Rachel.
Trixie cocked her head towards Veronica and suggested, "Maybe we should make a run for it?"
"No way! Do you know what mustard would do to this dress?"
"SILENCE!" Rachel snapped, getting all four girls' complete attention. She calmly walked up and stood right in front of Lor. "What the crud is going on, Numbuh 869?"
Penny couldn't stifle her giggles, mortifying Trixie and Veronica. Lor and Rachel pretended not to notice at first, but then Penny blurted out, "Eight...?" She grabbed her stomach, nearly doubling over, "sixty-nine!" All of the other children didn't seem to understand, but both Rachel and Lor glared at her until she regained her composure.
Rachel suddenly turned to Veronica. "You're not with them, are you?"
Veronica slowly nodded and started to answer, but both Lor and Trixie shouted out, "No, she isn't!"
A redhead with a less-fancy colander helmet, stamped with the number 86, stepped forward and reported in a thick Irish accent, "She's doesn't appear in the, uhm, evidence, sir."
Rachel looked Veronica up and down before asking, "And Lor was about to pound on you a few minutes ago?"
"Yes sir!" Lor answered before Veronica could.
Rachel waved her hand at Veronica. "Right then, off you go." A small blonde girl with big pigtails and the number 83 took Veronica's arm, leading her towards the front door.
"Hey!" Veronica complained.
Rachel didn't even look back at her. "You can leave. This doesn't concern you."
Veronica stopped and turned back, giving Rachel an annoyed glance. "This is my house and these are my friends..."
Rachel turned to her and barked, "GET OUT!"
"Getting..." Veronica spun around and rushed for the door.
Rachel turned back to the other three. "All right, 'girlfriends,' we're going on a little trip."
"Ooh!" Penny breathed with a big smile.
Before she could turn to give the order Lor spoke up, "Leave them out of it. Your beef is with me."
Penny softly interjected, "No Lor, I'll go."
"I give the orders around here, and I'm pretty sure that they're involved with you, if you know what I mean. So they're coming, as insurance."
Lor edged forward and growled, "They're staying here."
The two kids holding her arms looked nervous, but Rachel just snickered at her. "Oh yeah, you've really kept yourself in fighting shape." She glanced at the floor and shook her head for a moment, chuckling. "I saw your little tussle a few minutes ago, 869: you got taken down by a preppie. So what makes you think you could take me?"
Lor's face turned red with rage, but she backed down. The other operatives quickly tied up all three girls' hands before leading them out the back door. The redhead picked up Penny's backpack and brought it along.
In the back yard there was what looked like an old school bus with uneven pieces of sheet metal attached for wings and metal garbage cans where engines should be. As they got towards it, Trixie struggled against her bonds. "Excuse me? These are too tight. Hello?"
"Turn your palms together. That will give you a little slack," Penny suggested. "Also, don't try to bring your elbows closer together because that just makes them tighter and your arms sore."
Lor gave Penny a quizzical look. "You seem to know a lot about being tied up."
Penny laughed. "It's not as exciting as it sounds."
"Don't let them sit near each other and keep them quiet, 86," Rachel quietly instructed as the prisoners were brought on board. "I'm gonna interrogate them separately."
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Timmy dropped himself onto his bed. Wanda floated over to him and patted him on the back. "Gee sport, what's wrong?"
"Trixie," he moaned. "I'll never have a chance with her now that she's into girls."
"She's into girls?" Cosmo wondered loudly, but then he cringed. "Does that hurt?"
"Argh. I wish there was some nice, pretty girl who liked me — and liked me for me," Timmy grumbled.
Wanda raised a finger and opened her mouth to cite Da Rules for the eleventy-billionth time. But just then the bedroom door burst open, so she and Cosmo immediately poofed into the fishbowl.
Mrs. Turner stuck her head in and sweetly told him, "Timmy, you have a visitor." She turned and said, "Go right in."
Timmy looked up, wondering whom his mother would bother to escort up to his room, but at the first sight of his guest he fell off of his bed. He saw a very pretty blonde girl, her slightly wavy hair flowing down just past her shoulders. Two thin straps over her shoulders were attached to a silky red dress that was more than tight enough to hold itself onto her noticeable prepubescent curves; he instantly wanted to hold onto them too. As his eyes continued wandering down he noticed that her little feet were bare and dirty, but that only made her even cuter. "Hi," he beamed while picking himself up off the floor. "My name is Timmy."
The girl's smile lit up his room, but only when she spoke did he finally realize it was Veronica. "Hi Timmy, I'm Veronica," she giggled.
Timmy quickly dusted himself off, never taking his toothy smile away from her. "Oh, yeah... Uhm, what can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if you'd teach me how to play videogames."
"Sure!"
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As the three girls were led out of the transport, still being kept separate, Trixie looked back up at the Earth with wide-eyed amazement, not even noticing that Lor was desperately trying to make eye contact with her. Meanwhile, Penny almost never took her eyes off of the beautiful young leader of the KND. Rachel had been annoyed by it at first, but now she seemed okay with Penny's infatuation, and she was even smiling back once in a while. Rachel was also quick to notice when Penny's eyes followed her backpack being passed between operatives.
Rachel turned and gave out the orders, "Okay people, listen up! I want Numbuh 869 brought to the decommissioning chamber." She immediately turned to Lor and explained, "Don't worry your pretty little head. I just want you to be on your best behavior for a change." Then she turned to Fanny and added, "But don't hesitate to push the button if she gives you any trouble."
Rachel then went back at Lor again. "Oh, and don't think that you have any friends here, Numbuh 869. After all, I probably wouldn't have known about your illicit activities if Numbuh 35 hadn't been trying to copy those pictures you asked him to delete."
Then she looked over at Penny, who smiled back at her and even started to blush. "And this one, uhm, what's your name?"
"Penny," she gleefully answered.
Rachel noticed that Penny's enthusiasm seemed to bother Lor, so she decided to rub in some salt. "Penny? That's a beautiful name. But that only makes sense, doesn't it?" She winked and then told the kids guarding her, "Put Penny in inter... uhm, 'guest room' 2. And get her a soda or something, Numbuh 83. She looks a bit flushed."
Trixie was being guarded by twin boys, both wearing the designation 44, A and B. 44A asked Rachel, "What should we do with this one, sir?"
Rachel had to think for a moment. She knew that Lor probably wasn't too happy with Trixie right then, but she wanted to keep up the 'good cop' persona she had started using on Penny. "Ah, yes, the rich girl." She briefly gave Penny a reassuring smile and then patronized, "She looks like she's had a really rough day too, so take her to 'the spa.'"
Trixie shrugged and mumbled, "Well, that doesn't sound so bad." The boys led her away while Lor slowly shook her head in disbelief. She herself was then led away by Fanny and several members of her decommissioning team.
Rachel then had a thought. "Hold up, Numbuhs 83 and 84. I'll walk with you." Rachel then quickly caught up to them and got right behind Penny. "These must be hurting you a bit," she said while starting to untie Penny's hands.
"Oh, I'm used to it," was all that Penny could say, but then she realized how weird it sounded. "I mean..." She turned away her already reddened face.
Rachel pretended not to notice, but she couldn't help but smile. " We’re all friends here, after all."
"Oh, right," Penny suddenly remembered. "Are Lor and Trixie gonna be okay?"
"Oh, of course. There, that's better," Rachel soothed as she finished freeing Penny's hands. "None of you are in trouble, really, but you know how Lor's temper is."
Penny bit her lip and nodded.
They all started walking again as Rachel explained, "The only person in any real trouble is the boy who was poking around in other people's computers without authorization. But my only real concern is how our computers were penetrated so easily."
Penny's voice went soft. "I see..."
Rachel put a reassuring hand on Penny's back. "Don't worry. I understand that you were just protecting your computers. But I was hoping that maybe you could give us a few pointers, that's all." She gave Penny's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Is that okay?"
Penny relaxed. "I guess so. After all, I know how important your work is."
Rachel smiled at her. "I got the feeling you've heard of us before. So, just for fun, tell me what you know about the Kids Next Door. Tell me everything."
Penny smiled. "Sure."
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The 44s led Trixie into a large glass domed room which seemed to be in a central part of the base. From there she could see into several levels of corridors on all sides that led to different parts of the base. There were perhaps hundreds of operatives walking through them, going to and from many unseen places.
She was led towards the center of the room and left standing on a giant bull's-eye at the edge of a subtle depression, shaped like the inside of wok and about twenty feet in diameter. Two clamps rose out of the floor and grabbed her snugly by the ankles before the boys let her go. Hanging directly above her was a worn-out old collapsible kiddy tunnel.
"So, what am I supposed to do?" she asked the boys.
They giggled, and 44A answered, "You're going in the bubblebath." Meanwhile 44B pushed a button on the wall. Hot soapy water started rushing in from the bowl's edges.
The sound crashing of the water echoed loudly throughout the chamber, making Trixie more nervous. "Bubblebath?"
An even louder computerized female voice boomed out:
kids next door
b.u.b.b.l.e.b.a.t.h.
barely underwater bare bottoms likely ensnares bashful abductees trapped here
Trixie gasped. "What's this about 'bare bottoms'?"
Numbuh 44B reached for another button, but before he could press it the redhead girl's heavily-accented voice shouted, "What in the blazes do you think you're doing, Numbuh 44s!"
"Uh, just putting the prisoner in the bubblebath, sir," 44A answered.
"Don't hand me that, you dirty-minded little dogs! You know that only girls are allowed to search girls," Numbuh 86 yelled.
"Yeah, but..."
"Just get out of here!" she commanded, sending the two scurrying out the door. Then the redhead turned to Trixie. "Sorry about that, but you know how boys can be."
"Uh huh," Trixie nodded, still uncertain.
"Anyway, let's do this properly, shall we?" Without waiting for an answer, she pressed a few buttons, making the glass around them go dark. “First, a little privacy. Then we don't want to get those pretty clothes wet..." Another button press made the tunnel above her start whirring and sucking up the air. The vacuum pulled her so hard that it would have picked her up except for the ankle restraints. Instead, it forced her arms up above her head as it whisked away her top and head scarf. Then she felt Fanny's finger against her back as they first unclasped her bra then unzipped her skirt, both of which were immediately sucked up into the tube, leaving Trixie in nothing but her panties and shoes.
Numbuh 86 returned to the controls and stopped the vacuum. Then she looked back at Trixie, who had her arms crossed in front of her chest and was desperately pleading with her eyes.
After looking Trixie up and down for a few seconds, she pressed another button. The bull's-eye holding Trixie suddenly rotated 180º and two bicycle seats popped up behind her, cradling her body as she was dropped backwards. She slid on her back, head first, into the bubble-filled water as her panties and footwear were pulled off by the edges of the seats. After a brief struggle she righted herself and was able to sit up in the shallow water.
Trixie rolled over and tried to crawl out from the center of the dish, but the sides were so smooth and the water so soapy that she couldn't get more than a few feet before sliding back into the middle. She tried a few more times as the redhead watched, smiling as wet, hot, slippery parts of the struggling girl would rise out of the water and then slide all around.
"Ah ah ah!" Fanny finally scolded before pressing a few more buttons. "Unless you want everyone on the base to get a good look, you might want to just keep still." The dome around the room turned clear again, and she could see all of the corridors again, thought this time several kids, mostly boys, were stopping and looking down at her.
Self-consciousness finally won and Trixie settled down. She was able to lie back just enough so that only her head, shoulders and knees showed above the froth. With a huff she pulled back her long hair before glaring at Numbuh 86.
Fanny meanwhile had pulled out a lounge chair and brought it to the edge of the bubblebath. She took her time unfolding it and then sat down, getting comfortable before turning her attention back to Trixie. "Well, we're probably going to be here a while, so why don't we have a little chat?"
Author's Addendum:
As noted above, this chapter was actually written by my good friend and very favorite author, Fairy-Slayer. I'm quite honored that he did this guest chapter for me, and I think he did a wonderful job! If you haven't read any of his other work (and you really should!) you can find him on this very website at http://members.adult-fanfiction.org/profile.php?no=1296883627 Thanks FS!!!
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