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  The girls were leaving school, Clover was still steaming over the jerk who had dumped her after one date.”That jerk…”

“I think we’ll leave that at that and not pollute the air any more.” Sam said softly as she guided Clover to a bench.

“How dare he…OOOOOO….jerk!!!”

“Calm down okay, it’s not worth it.”

Clover was fuming until she heard that voice, the voice that somehow sent shivers up and down her spine for no known reason.

“Hi girls, sorry I’m late.”

“Hey Alex, Clover’s in a bad mood.”

“What happened?”

“She got dumped…again…”

“You poor thing!”

Alex bent down to hug Clover, the innocent contact of skin on skin sent an odd tingle through Clover’s body…what was this??? She hugged Alex back. Read the rest of this entry »

Check Related Post for first parts of story about WITCH and WINX porn.“This is fucking awesome!” June yelled. “How fast are we going, anyway?”

Bloom chuckled. “Who knows? Fairies don’t come with airspeed indicators. Pretty damn fast, especially to be carrying someone.”

June looked over at Elyon, who was sandwiched between Irma and Flora. Elyon grinned back at her and waved.

“Hey, guys, would it possible to roll over? I’d like the see the ground better, watch the scenery go by. Would that be okay?”

“Sure, June,” Will said. “Which way, Bloom?”

“Counterclockwise.”

The tightly bound threesome performed a slow half roll and June found herself face down. She couldn’t look straight down because Will’s body was in the way, but she could see well enough to the side. She found this whole Guardian transformation thing pretty amazing, given that she and Will had been much closer in size back at Alfea. She would have had no trouble looking past the smaller Will.

She watched the scenery roll by. “Oh, wow, this is much better. I can really get a feel for the speed now. We’re not that far above the trees and they are going by really fast.”

The flying was marvelous enough, but having two dicks in her as well, one of them huge, made it even more awesome. Bloom and Will didn’t have much freedom of movement as tightly as the three girls were bound together. But that was okay. The slow short strokes kept her at a simmer. She was perfectly happy to go just like this for a while, let them step up the pace closer to the end of the run. It should be a hell of an orgasm.

She wished Jody and Ophelia could be with her. Jody would go nuts, and Ophelia wouldn’t be able to maintain her goth indifference with shit like this going on.

********

Brandon was far less bored in the cockpit this time, with Stella in his lap. Techna was in Timmy’s.

“Thanks for stopping to pick us up, honey,” Stella said. She tossed her hair. “How could those girls schedule an orgy and not invite me? What were they thinking?”

“I thought the fucking patrol would never be over,” Timmy said. “I’ve had a constant boner since the encounter with Bloom and the others.”

Techna squeezed his dick though his pants. “I calculate a turgidity factor of 94 point 7. My own genital area is increasing in moisture at a high rate.”

Timmy shoved his hand into her panties. “Yep.”

They heard a noise behind them and turned to find Hay Lin. “Are we there yet? I’m really getting horny.” She looked around the cockpit with her usual wide-eyed expression. Then she put her arms around Techna and Timmy and kissed both of them. Read the rest of this entry »

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  As it is three Goddesses came down from the skies

Let not the duality of man and woman perplex you

For through three has creation been brought

And through three was a road drawn

A triforce created, given to the worthy

Two to caretakers, the remaining to a life giver

From power to courage and courage to wisdom

Light shall reveal the path of truth

***

   Zelda stopped reading out loud and looked at the back of her hand, the triforce glowing intensely, proving that she truly was one of the worthy of legend, the life giver.  She then turned to her mentor, the mysterious Impa who had secretly taken her to this hidden room, deep inside the princess’ own castle.

   “That is what ales the people of Hyrule, the dark secret behind every precious few birth.  It is the secret Lord Ganondorf of the Gerudo, wielder of the triforce of Power, seeks.  For the woman of Gerudo are many and the man are one.  Their extinction seems inevitable.”

   “I still do not understand what all of this means,” Zelda replied, frustrated and shaking her head towards the marble tablet containing the scriptures.  At seven years old, she had quite a character and if she had to hide it during her duties as a princess, Zelda had no retention as a scholar of Impa.

“Then I shall tell you.  And once you learn, then your fate shall be sealed.”

***

Elsewhere in the castle, Lord Ganondorf could hardly contain his anger.  There he was, in the royal castle, pledging the loyalty of his people to the royal family and his personal quest was left unfulfilled.  He had no illusions about where he stood in the eyes of the people gathered: distrusted by all and not worthy of the redemption he sought for his people, asking for their exile to be lifted.  Not that they were wrong of course.  After all, his true goal was to find the reason the woman of his tribe would not bare children, he who had been chosen to live when all other males were condemned to die. Read the rest of this entry »

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Will was totally overwhelmed by the chaos of her new environment. The earth and sky swapped positions with distressing frequency, she was being slung violently back and forth, rolling over forward, backward, and sideways at random. The only constant was Flora.

She was not a stranger to free fall, having been knocked out of the sky by Elyon a few times, including a pretty heavy whack during the Battle of Meridian Plains. She had reached terminal velocity on more than one occasion.

But Will knew what any skydiver knows: there is a certain body position that is totally stable. Once you reach it, you can fall for miles blissfully viewing the countryside below. When she was forced into a tumbling state by external forces, her procedure was to not use her wings at all until stabilized, then take it from there.

But there was no stable position here. Two bodies bound together were inherently unstable. So the tumbling went on and on.

She became gradually aware of a pattern of sound in the midst of all the wind noise. It slowly coalesced into a voice. Flora.

“Will! Will! Are you okay? Talk to me!”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Oh, I was afraid you had passed out. How are you doing?”

“I don’t know.”

“Close your eyes, sweetie. It helps.”

It did help somewhat. At least she didn’t have to watch the ground and sky chasing each other around. Now if the jerking around and vertigo would just stop. Read the rest of this entry »

  Chapter IV. The Mile High Club.  Kitty was in euphoria. She was at the controls of the SR-77 again, and she was thrilled to have saved the mission, especially after she had come so close to destroying it. And she was sure the Professor would be happy to have someone like Peter on the team.

  This time Scott was administering her pilot training, which was a lot more pleasant than a session with Mr. Logan. She liked Mr. Logan and certainly trusted him, but he wasn’t much fun to be around. Scott even let her disengage the autopilot and fly manually for a while, choosing her own course and everything.

  Peter was standing behind the pilot console, watching everything with interest. His usual mode of transportation had been inside a metal sphere with no windows. Or anything else other than a seat. During the Apocalypse showdown, he had flown in a regular transport with the team sent to Egypt, but that was a SHIELD aircraft, not the Blackbird.

  It gave Kitty a kick that he could see her in total control of a supersonic transport. Almost hypersonic, but the Blackbird couldn’t quite reach Mach 5. He seemed duly impressed that someone her age could do this, even if under supervision.

  Scott was on the comm unit, briefing the Professor on what had happened on the mission, while still keeping an eye on what she was doing. Finally he disconnected. “The Professor is happy with the outcome of the mission and is looking forward to the debriefing. Kitty, he wanted me to congratulate you on your part in making the mission a success. And Peter, he is certainly willing to give you a chance with the X-Men, assuming the deep probe checks out. At the very least you can stay at the mansion until you get yourself together, even if you decide not to join.”

  “This is good news,” Peter said. “I thank the Professor.”

  “Kitty, plot a new course for Dallas. The Professor says that Amara needs a ride.”

  “She’s back from South America?”

  “Yeah. She got as far as DFW, but her connecting flight was cancelled, and she’s having a hard time rebooking. Everything is full, so we’re going to pick her up. And since we’re going to be entering the regular traffic control system so we can land at the airport, take us out of stealth mode. Now that the mission is over, there’s no longer a need for secrecy. Ever since the Sentinel incident, the authorities know about the X-Jet. They just don’t always know where we are going. But now we’re just picking up a friend.”

  Kitty was excited that Amara was joining them. She cared a great deal for everyone at the Institute, but the former Bayville Sirens had a special bond. She adored Amara, and was always a little jealous that Tabitha was closer to her. But then, Amara might feel the same way about her relationship with Jean.

  Now that the Blackbird was no longer in stealth mode, Kitty contacted air traffic control so that it could be added to the system. The controllers made no comment about the reported airspeed or the fact that a teenage girl was talking to them. They had been trained to expect pretty much anything from a callsign belonging to the X-Men, the FF, the Avengers, or SHIELD.

  Scott allowed Kitty to fly most of the way to Dallas, but took over as they entered the landing pattern. “Sorry, Kitty, you aren’t quite ready for a real landing yet.” Read the rest of this entry »

    It had been a month since the night Milhouse had toyed with Bart in his sleep and Lisa awaked.  Since then, he had not had the opportunity to have sex again, with them or anyone else, even though Bart had slept at his house only a week ago.  Milhouse had to resort to hand, but it was getting tiresome.  After having a feel of both Simpson kids, he craved for more.   Bart had quickly forgotten his strange wake of a month ago, but Lisa hadn’t.  She had remained somewhat distant of him however.  The sex had been good, but she was only interested in playing with Milhouse, not actually dating him.  But even from afar, she could tell Milhouse wasn’t only interested in her.  She noticed the glances he gave her brother’s butt and crotch area, even though Bart didn’t.  Maybe she could do them both.

   Everyday of summer seemed the same for Bart.  Not that it was a bad thing.  He liked to spend his days roaming around Springfield, with his trusty sidekick Milhouse at his side.  Playing video games, blowing stuff up, watching Itchy and Scratchy… it was the good life.

   Milhouse had been invited to stay for the night at the Simpsons, again.  This time, Homer and Marge would be gone until late into the evening however.  Lisa had managed to convince her dad that they deserved a vacation and that she could baby-sit Bart. Read the rest of this entry »

“Homer!  Please, stop!” Lisa winced in agony.

  Lisa Simpson was crying out her rage and her pain.  Her rage because she was useless to stop the fiendish acts of Homer.  She was too petite in front of his 200 pounds.  And her pain because he was raping her.

  It had all started when she was only 5 years old.  Back then, she still looked up to him, he seemed to be there when she needed him the most, even if he was quite irresponsible.  She loved him.  He loved her for more then that.  Actually, love wasn’t the right word.  Homer just used her body for release.  He didn’t like Lisa Simpson the person; only body she had.  That’s why one warm summer night, he had come into her room.

  Marge had left with her sisters to see a show and said she would only be coming back the day after.  Homer had then decided to make Lisa into a woman, moreover, his woman.  He had entered into her room with out a word.

  “Hey dad!  What are you…”

  He had thrown her on the bed, had removed her nightgown and immediately starting sucking her private parts.  She didn’t like it at all, she was afraid him.  She kept asking Homer to stop, hitting his head with her small fists when he refused.  He hit her back in the face, hard, making her cry out. 

  The walls had no ears to hear her plea.  On that warm summer day, Lisa had not become a woman, she had become a victim, the victim of a lewd and perverted man.  Since then, Homer had taken advantage of her every time he could: when Marge was out, when he was alone with her, even late at night when she was sleeping.  There was no escaping his monstrous cock, the symbol of her nightmare. Read the rest of this entry »

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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 »

            As Bart loaded his bag, in the car, he couldn’t help but complain again.  He didn’t want to be up so early, didn’t want to go camping and certainly didn’t want to go there alone with his father for a whole day and night.  He couldn’t blame Homer however. It wasn’t his idea after all, it was his mom’s.

            “Please Bart, do it for me,” she had said with her pleading eyes, the ones which no son could resist but agree to.

            Homer had complained as well and Marge had dealt with him as well.  It was ironic that the camping idea was meant for father and son to bond, when the one thing they did agree to was that they weren’t interesting in camping alone together.

            But having agreed to it and with no way to back out of it, they had left home fairly early on Saturday, both men grumpy and complaining to each other.  Homer didn’t trust the boy and knew that he would have to watch his back with his son around.  There was no anticipating what devilish plot Bart might come up with to torture him.  It was Bart’s favourite pastime it seemed and Homer his favourite victim.  But for the moment at least, the boy was sleeping on the passenger seat.  Getting up early on a weekend is never easy for a ten year old after all.

            It took little over an hour before the Simpson men arrived at their designated camp site.  Marge had chosen a peaceful forest spot for them rather then public camping grounds.  She said that being completely alone together without opportunities to meet and socialise with other people would help the bonding.  Also, she secretly wanted to avoid giving Bart any opportunity to humiliate his father in public. 

            As Homer stopped the car, Bart woke up and yawned loudly.  He looked around and was surprised to find the area to his liking.  The camping spot was a clearing surrounded by tall trees and as the boy opened the door, he heard a small river not too far in the distance.  A circle of stones was set on the ground, the remains of another camping family no doubt.  As he stretched, his father opened the trunk to bring out the tent and other camping gear.  The food would remain in the car, to avoid attracting any wild animals.

            Homer laid out the schematics for the tent and studied them for a moment.  “Alright, so if I put this here…” he said as he planted a stake in the ground to set the tent, “and I put this one here… and I attach this here…”  One could almost believe that he knew exactly what he was doing; ‘almost’ being the key word.  Bart knew his father well enough to know that he was basically guessing and not really thinking through his methods. As he planted the last stake, Homer took a step back to look at his work.  Three full seconds later, a small gust of wind brought it swiftly to the ground, to Bart’s laughter… Read the rest of this entry »