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 Elyon and June were on the beach towel, in a 69 position, with Elyon on top.

June was doing long licks on Elyon’s pussy, but was finding it hard to concentrate with the other girl teasing her clit like that. She raised her head so that the licks included Elyon’s asshole.

“Ooooohhh,” Elyon said. “You nasty girl!”

“How about this for nasty?” June inquired, as she shoved a finger in Elyon’s ass.

“Whoo! Did they teach you that in Tae Kwon Do school?”

“Te Xuan Ze.”

“Whatever. Just keep doing that.”

“I want to cum,” June said. “And the airshow may be starting soon.”

“Okay. I’m ready. Let’s head for the finish line.”

The two girls doubled their efforts on each other, stepping up the pace to an unbearable level. Elyon continued the torture on June’s clit, periodically giving her pussy a light smack. June jammed fingers into both the pussy and the asshole, thrusting into both in unison, and fingered the clit with the other hand. The pace became more frenzied yet.

“Oh! Oh!” Elyon cried. “That’s it! I can’t last any longer! Oooowwwwoooooo! Uhhhh!” Her body shuddered and she clamped down on June’s fingers.

Directly feeling her partner’s orgasm pushed June over the edge as well. She came hard, twice.

They laid there for a few minutes, Elyon’s head resting on June’s thigh. Then they stirred.

“I wonder what’s going on with the Fuck Squadron,” June said. “They should be putting on their show by now.”

Elyon rolled off June and looked around the sky. June sat up and did the same.

“There’s one couple,” June said.

“I see the other. They’re in the opposite direction.”

“Are they going up or down?”

“Up, I think. They don’t seem to be moving very fast right now. That doesn’t make me think of freefall.”

“Yeah, mine are moving slow too.”

The girls reached for the binoculars. Read the rest of this entry »

Chapter III. Colossus.

  A few minutes later, Kitty had resumed her stroll down the alley. The tracker indicated that Peter had moved, but not so far that she needed to change course. It was still worthwhile to stay in the alley for several blocks, until the tracker indicated that she was even with his position and needed to cut over.

  She reported in, but Scott answered this time instead of Mr. Logan. She gave him the information about the fleabag hotel.

  “Good work, Kitty,” Scott said. “We have him under surveillance right now, but knowing his permanent location will be a big help if he gives us the slip. We should be able to pick him up again.”

  “You know where he is?” Kitty asked. “Should I like follow the tracker? Does it have his current location?”

  “It does now. The location was off a little because he moved after the last time he used his powers. But we updated it manually when we found him. He’s in a titty bar called the Candy Store. Jean and Logan are already inside, but I was waiting for you. It’s hard to communicate from the inside because of the noise level.”

  “A titty bar? What the hell kind of Magneto business would be going on in a place like that?”

  “If we knew, we wouldn’t be following him. He appears to be watching the show, even tipping the dancers. We assume he’s waiting to meet someone and is putting on a show, acting like a typical drunken pussy hound. Logan is at a table on the other side of the place. Jean is pretending to be a waitress or something.”

  “What do I do? Nobody’s gonna let me in a place like that, not at my age.”

  “Not if you go in through a door. Jean says that the women’s dressing room is in the northeast corner of the building. Just go through the wall and see if you can find a waitress uniform your size. With the crummy lighting in places like that, you should be able to get away with it. But keep your distance from Rasputin, though. He knows you.” He gave her the street address. “I’m going inside now. Are you set?”

  “Got it. See you inside.”

  A short time later Kitty was standing in front of the Candy Store. It didn’t look quite as dumpy as she expected. After getting her bearings, she found the designated corner. She took a quick look around, then closed her eyes, whipped off her sunglasses, and stuck her head through the wall. There were a couple of women in the dressing room, but they weren’t looking her way. She noted the elevation of the floor and quickly phased the rest of the way into the room… Read the rest of this entry »

  Another morning, another day of training.  To Krillin, those were the thoughts he had every morning as he got up.  Not that he totally minded of course, he had asked for it after all.  It was only fitting that the best martial arts master in the world would be the toughest trainer.  And so every day, Krillin would go deliver milk, run from dinosaurs, swim in the lake, dodge bees and do construction work.  But before that, he had one important task: to wake his partner in arms, Goku.

  To Krillin, Goku was the luckiest boy in the world.  He was stronger and more enduring, so he got to sleep with Lunch, the girl appointed to prepare meals for the fighters and clean up the house.  Usually a charming and beautiful girl, she could however turn into an angry bitch when she sneezed.  He was often afraid to wake Goku because of that, afraid to wake Lunch who might have sneezed during the night.  It was with great relief that he noticed Lunch’s black hair compared to the evil Lunch’s blonde hair.  Still wanting to be quiet, he tapped Goku on his chest to wake him.  A few minutes later, they were both off making their rounds together.

  The morning went about without any interference.  Their master had followed them during the first couple of days, but now they were used to the routine and he just slept his morning away.  Goku never seemed to lose heart against any obstacle and it encouraged Krillin to be stronger as well.  Over the weeks, the spiked haired boy had remained Krillin’s nemesis, but a great friendship had been forged between them as well.  Since Goku was so naïve, the bald boy tried to teach him some matters.

  “I still don’t understand why master Roshi and you like girls so much,” Goku said as they were taking a break before swimming their laps… Read the rest of this entry »

            Tho you thee, Rad Duck wath a great duck, thomeone you could alwayth count on.  Had he not been here, the thcool would have burned down and who knowth where we would live now!

            Daffy paused to look at his students.  Some were taking notes, especially since a big exam was coming up; others were at least paying some attention.  Heck, he even got Plucky’s attention with the history of famous ducks.  All listened, even if only slightly.  All, but Buster Bunny… again.  The blue bunny had fallen sleep five minutes into his course and slept for the whole time.  I wasn’t the first time Buster did this either, Daffy had lost count how many times it happened.  And to add injure to the insult, the bunny had very high grades, topping 85% during the two previous evaluations.  Still, the teacher felt frustrated to have such a student two to three times a week in his class.  He finally decided to go see principal Bugs about it after class.

            Soon, the bell indeed rang, though not waking up the kid.  Babs, sitting besides her boyfriend, got up and gave him a nudge.  Buster said something unintelligible, but still slept and so Babs decided to give him a lesson.  She packed her things and left along the other students, leaving only Daffy and Buster.  Daffy approached the boy.

            -Ith there a problem, mithter Bunny, he asked.

            -No problem thir, uh, sir.  I was just meditating your deep words.

            -Meditating huh?  What wath the name of Rad Duck’th wife?

            -Uh… Shirley, he tried, Shirley being the first girl duck name he thought of.

            -Cherry Duck.  I want you to make a 300 word report on her, punishment for thleeping in my class.  And I want it tomorrow morning, on my desk.

            -Come on teach’.  Shirley, Cherry, it’s almost the same!

            -You are dithmithed, mither Bunny…. Read the rest of this entry »

“It’s not exactly hate. I treat you that way because…”Kim turned her head so she could see Bonnie’s face. She was expressionless and staring up at the ceiling.

Kim waited for a few seconds and then prodded. “Because?”

Bonnie mumbled something unintelligible.

“I couldn’t hear that.”

“Because I’m jealous, all right?”

Kim was stunned. She didn’t know what she had been expecting, but that certainly wasn’t it. “Jealous? Of me? But why? You’re the most popular girl in the school. You’re dating the captain of the football team. I don’t even have a boyfriend at all.”

“Big deal. So I’m queen of one high school.”

“You were queen of those metal girls too,” Brick said.

Bonnie stared at him. “Huh? What the hell are you talking about?”

“I think he’s talking about when the bebes made you their queen.”

“Those crazy fucking robots? That was all your doing anyway. You were the one who told them I should be their queen. The point is that I’m queen of one high school, one out of thousands across the country. People all over the world know who you are. You have your own fucking TV show, for christ’s sake!”

Bonnie gave a sigh of exasperation. “It started the day we met, when you tried out for the cheerleading squad in eighth grade. I was tired of watching girls try out by then and gave you a routine that I thought was impossible, but it didn’t faze you at all. And then you took over leadership of the squad in no time.”

Kim didn’t speak for a moment. “Jeez, Bonnie, I don’t do it to spite you. It’s called competition, ya know?”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just frustrating. I do my best but I can’t come anywhere close to you.”

Kim realized that she had stopped diddling Bonnie and started up again. “Well, what do you want me to do? Slack off? Let people beat me on purpose?”

“No, I’m not that shallow. That would be pointless.” She smacked Kim’s pussy. “Don’t worry about it. Things have changed anyway. I’m not as pissed at you as I used to be.”

Kim looked at her in surprise. “Really? Seems to me you been meaner the last year and a half than ever before.”

Bonnie grinned. “Think back. When did that start?”

“Huh? I don’t know. I’d have to look at my diary to get a timetable for our battles.”

“When you do, you might find that the increased hostility coincides with the start of the Kim Possible TV show.”

Kim nodded her head. “You already said you were pissed about the show.”

“Envious, yes. I was truly hostile the first few weeks of production. But I soon realized that the show was a benefit for me too. Since you and I fought so much, I got a lot of airtime. Because of that, I have made a shitload of contacts in the entertainment industry. I even get fucking fanmail! True, a lot of it is from wannabe bitches who see me as a role model and parents who think I’m a shitty role model, but still, people across the country know who I am now. And I owe that to you. So rather than be angry at you, I decided to climb aboard the Kim Possible gravy train.”

Kim looked at her in confusion. “So if you aren’t mad at me any more, why do you still dump on me so much?”

“Because that’s my established role. Monique is your buddy. I’m the nemesis, the bully, the antagonist. Well, secondary antagonist. Those weirdos you fight are the main ones. Anyway, if I started being nice to you, there would be no conflict and I would just be one of the herd at school. Which would be the end of the show for me. So I started treating you worse than ever.”

Kim’s jaw dropped. “I don’t fucking believe this! You are saying that all the shit you give me is play-acting?”

“It is now. Didn’t used to be.”

Kim was too astonished to speak, just lay there with a gaping mouth. Read the rest of this entry »