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The Cartooniverse Mother-Daughter Crossover Sextacular

George_Glass

Chapter 4: Chapter

Chapter 4: The Surprise Event

The curtains had just closed. Now, the auditorium was abuzz as the members of the audience chatted ardently amongst themselves about what they had just seen in the hardcore competition and shared wild speculations about what the final competition would be. Then Johnny Bravo emerged from the wings, another sheet of paper in his hand.

"Before we get to our fourth and final contest," Johnny called, "we've got another kind of action for you. Performing some butt-kickin' stunts for your enjoyment, teenage super-spy Kim Possible and her archenemy, Shego!"

The audience applauded, and their applause only got louder as Kim and Shego emerged onto the stage, each in her own spotlight. 

"Wow, Kim Possible," a young, clean-shaven Bow said to his friends Adora and Glimmer. "Not only is she one of the best non-powered fighters in the Cartooniverse, but she's about as sexy as children's cartoon characters get. I mean-" he quickly added, "-not that you guys aren't sexy, it's just-"

"In my defense," Adora interrupted, "if Netflix let me wear a belly-shirt instead of this dumb jacket with the pointy shoulder pads, I'd look pretty damn hot, too."

"Exactly," Glimmer griped. "Same if they'd given me actual boobs, which would totally go with the rest of my body type."

"What the hell is Netflix?" a twenty-something She-Ra asked, sitting behind Adora and between a white, mustachioed Bow and a version of Glimmer whose body seemed to have been made from the same mold as She-Ra's. "And how come they're such prudes? Back in our day, we all dressed like Gladiator Barbie, and no one batted an eye."

"Ooooh, Gladiator Barbie sounds like a great idea!" Barbie butted in. "Ken, let's bring that up at our next meeting at Mattel."

Kim Possible and Shego now stood facing each other at opposite ends of the stage. Between them, Johnny held a red flag up above his head. 

"Ready?" he called. Then he whipped the flag downward and shouted "Fight!"

Kim ran at Shego and launched into a flying kick, causing Johnny to scramble backward out of the way. Shego's fists lit up with green energy, and she took a swing at the flying Kim—connecting solidly with her midsection and sending her sprawling to the floor. Kim flipped herself back to her feet and began trading punches with Shego.

"You were supposed to dodge that kick, not counterpunch!" the young agent hissed.

"I thought knocking you to the floor would be more entertaining," Shego replied flatly.

"C'mon, Shego, this is for charity. I'm giving my share to the Middleton Orphanage." 

"Well, my charity is a beach hotel in the Bahamas," Shego retorted. She threw an energy-enhanced hook punch at Kim's head, which the teenage spy ducked.

"They call this entertainment?" Holli Would pouted, tossing her platinum-blonde hair in a fit of pique. "I should be up there performing. This audience wants a hot chanteuse, not a pair of circus freaks."

"Aw, give it a rest," Nails the spider replied. "Everybody knows you're the poor man's Jessica Rabbit, and she's already been on."

"Oh, my Kimmy is so talented," Dr. Ann Possible said, looking admiringly at her daughter on stage.

"She gets it from her mother," Dr. James Possible replied. He squeezed his wife's hand. "I'll never forget the year you and Kimmy-cub won this contest. Your performance gave me a boner like a Saturn V rocket booster."

"And I'll never forget how many times you 'blasted off' inside me after we got home," Ann replied. "I could hardly stand up for my circumferential corticectomy the next morning."

Kim leaped into the air and threw a spinning kick at Shego's head. Shego ducked it, then flung herself at Kim, seizing the neck of her belly shirt with both hands.

"You were supposed to pretend to get hit!" Kim hissed.

"Hey, you're the one who wanted to make this entertaining," Shego replied. "And I know exactly how."

In the audience, a boy in a striped shirt with sleeves that were clearly too long for him turned to the short-statured Black kid sitting next to him and said, "Craig, when you found the flyer for this show in the Creek, you said there were gonna be cannons."

"Um, no," Craig replied. "The flyer said the show wasn't going to be canon."

"Which means," their friend Kelsey added, patting the PVC sword at her side, "that it doesn't keep to the established facts of the original source material."

"How do you know that?" Craig asked.

"I read a LOT of Ythrith of Scriggith fanfic."

JP gawked as Shego yanked sharply and ripped Kim's top open down the middle, exposing Kim's white sports bra.

"Even without cannons," JP concluded, "I think I like this show pretty good."

"Hey!" Kim shouted at Shego. Then, without even thinking, she returned the favor by pulling hard on Shego's green-and-black belt until the button gave way and flew off, leaving Shego's jacket hanging open.

"Now it's a show!" Shego shouted gleefully.

Kim, recovering her composure and trying to get back to their choreographed routine, launched into a jumping front kick at Shego's head. Shego dived and rolled out of the way, then fired a beam of green energy that was aimed at Kim's belt. The beam narrowly missed shearing off the belt and instead cut through a rope somewhere in the wings. A boy sitting in the front row, his face largely obscured by the hood of his orange jacket, managed half a scream before a stage light fell from above and crushed him to a bloody pulp. The two boys seated on either side of the victim looked agog at their friend's corpse before hollering in outrage.

"Oh my gosh, they killed Kenny!"

"You bastards!"

Meanwhile, backstage, Isabella was in a state of elation as she and her mother got dressed for the ultimate round of the competition.

"I can't believe we made it to the finals!" the girl shouted. "What do you think the last competition is going to be?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, yingelija," Vivian replied, using the Hebrew-Spanish word for "cute little daughter." Then she added, "Probably better."

"Well," Isabella said, "from what I've read about the mystery competitions from past Mother-Daughter Sextaculars, they've done gangbangs, lesbian orgies with random women from the audience, a cocksucking contest, all kinds of stuff. But I don't think they're going to do any of those again, so I don't know what we might have to do." She briefly shivered with excitement as she added, "But I think I like that."

On stage, Shego had closed the distance between herself and Kim and had managed to cut Kim's belt off with an energy-enhanced swipe of her clawed hand. Now, Kim retaliated by leaping right over Shego's head, performing a front flip with a half-twist, and using the momentum of her landing to yank Shego's jacket down, simultaneously pinning Shego's arms to her sides and exposing the rather minimal black tank top she wore under the jacket. Snarling with rage at having her arms trapped, Shego used her powers to explode the jacket into shreds—inadvertently destroying Shego's tank top and bra as well. The audience cheered at the exposure of Shego's green breasts with their black nipples.

"This what you had in mind, Shego?" Kim asked tauntingly as her opponent spun around to face her.

"Oh, you're gonna see what I have in mind," Shego retorted. "And so will everyone else!"

All choreography forgotten, she leaped at Kim and tackled her by her legs to the floor before grabbing the teenager's white sports bra between the cups and pulling so hard that the stretchy fabric extended until it tore. The two torn ends of the elastic undergarment snapped back into Shego's face.

"Aaaagh!" Shego screamed, falling over backward and putting her hands to the stinging skin around her eyes as she rolled onto her stomach.

Too caught up in the moment to think about trying to get the act back on track—or to cover her perky, pink-nippled boobs—Kim saw an opportunity and grabbed Shego's pants by the waist, then yanked them down to her knees. The audience cheered at the reveal of Shego's surprisingly petite black panties, which barely covered her green-toned ass. And they cheered even louder when Kim ripped those flimsy panties off.

In the wings, Johnny was watching this action raptly, until Snagglepuss approached him and pointed urgently at his watch. 

"Heavens to Murgatroyd, look at the time! You need to get the final competition started."

"Aw, shoot, already?" Johnny replied. "Uh, um, okay!"

He dashed out onto the stage, stopping right behind the two grappling young women. Then he raised his red flag high above his head and brought it down rapidly.

"Winner, Kim Possible!" he shouted.

As the audience erupted with applause, the topless Kim waved at them gleefully. Then she trotted off stage. The fuming, naked Shego snatched up her clothing and hurried off after Kim.

Backstage, Lois and Meg were getting ready in their dressing room, and Lois was nervous. Yes, she and Meg had made it to the finals, but they were in last place. And now they were going into the last competition without any idea what it might be. But it was probably something even raunchier than the hardcore competition, so Lois had chosen outfits for the two of them that would be amenable to getting down and dirty. She herself was wearing a green teddy so gauzy and diaphanous that it could easily be torn right off her if need be. Beneath that, she had on satiny green crotchless panties and a matching demi-bra so "demi" that the cups only covered the bottom curve of her breasts, leaving her pink nipples exposed. For Meg, Lois had selected the least unflattering thing she could think of: a loose silk nightie in the same satiny green as Lois' bra-and-panty set, worn over a green bustier that squeezed the girl's tits upward to the maximum extent possible, and green silk control-top panties.

"Meg," Lois said, "I don't know what we're gonna have to do out there, but I need you to be the biggest slut you can be. I know you're gonna have to dig deep, but-"

"All contestants to the stage, please," a voice announced over the PA system. "All contestants to the stage."

Moments later, the three pairs of finalists emerged from the wings and formed a line at the foot of the stage, in front of the closed curtain. Like Team Griffin, Teams Garcia-Shapiro and Parr didn't know the specifics of the upcoming event but had assumed that it would involve hard-core action and had dressed accordingly. Vivian Garcia-Shapiro wore a red dress with a plunging neckline and a silver zipper down the back—clearly designed for both maximum sexiness and easy access. Her daughter wore a dress of the same red fabric but that had an even higher hemline than the one she'd worn for the kissing event, such that almost every step she took gave the audience a peek at her cute pink panties, which matched her pink hair bow. 

As for Team Parr, Helen and Violet had again donned matching outfits. This time, per Helen's preference, they had thrown modesty to the winds and put on nothing more than an orange string bikini with a top whose little triangles covered Helen and Violet's nipples but left the rest of their breasts exposed.

On the opposite side of the stage from the contestants, Johnny took the mic from its stand.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have come to the last event of the night. None of the contestants have been told in advance what this part of the competition will be. So without further ado, our final round of the evening is…"

Johnny doffed his sunglasses and squinted at the paper, apparently concerned that he wasn't reading it right. Then he shrugged, looked up at the audience, and finished, 

"…DOG FUCKING!"

The crowd went crazy with hooting, whistling, and cheering. It was clear that most of the audience members were thrilled by the prospect of watching the six finalists get doggystyled by actual dogs.

Once the noise died down, Johnny continued to read, "For this event, each of our three remaining teams will select two of the six canine volunteers you see on our screen."

On the screen above Johnny appeared six photos of dogs. Each pic was labeled at the bottom with the dog's name and a couple of stats.

Name: Brain

Weight: 121 lbs

Cock size: 7.5 inches

Name: Dudley Puppy

Weight: 178 lbs

Cock size: 7 inches

Name: Gromit

Weight: 132 lbs

Cock size: 9 inches

Name: Marmaduke

Weight: 192 lbs

Cock size: 12 inches

Name: Odie

Weight: 25 lbs

Cock size: 5.5 inches

Name: Scooby-Doo

Weight: 174 lbs

Cock size: 11.5 inches

"Then," Johnny continued, "for the next twenty minutes, anything goes! The team that puts on the most exciting show with their new canine cock-buddies wins!" 

As the crowd cheered wildly, Judy said, "That's quite an array of dog-talent up there. Daria, which dog do you think would be the smartest choice for our contestants?"

"Probably not Scooby-Doo," Daria replied. "If he's anything like his best friend, he's a stoner who can't get it up. I'd go with Brain—from what I hear, he's got plenty of experience banging a young girl."

On stage, the six remaining contestants looked up at the screen. Vivian Garcia-Shapiro and Violet Parr looked apprehensive. Helen Parr examined the pictures as though studying a battle plan. Isabella seemed intrigued, and Lois even more so.

"Well, sweetie," Lois said to Meg, "you ready to try a little dog-fuckin'? My, this takes me back to my days pledgin' a sorority."

Lois' eyebrows lowered a bit as she looked at her daughter's face. Meg was staring at the screen, open-mouthed but silent.

"Meg, honey?" Lois said, waving a hand in front of the girl's face. "You okay? Don't crap out on me now."

"This is perfect," Helen whispered to Violet. "With my powers, I can take any cock, no matter how big. All we have to do is pick the dogs with the biggest dicks and let them fuck the hell out of us, and we'll win for sure."

"But Mom," Violet replied, anxiously, "my powers won't help me take-"

"The team currently in last place will get first pick," Johnny went on. Then a spotlight appeared on Lois and Meg. "Team Griffin, which two dogs do you choose?"

Suddenly, Meg snapped out of her catatonia.

"Scooby-Doo and Marmaduke," she said in a whisper. Then, shouting, she repeated, "Scooby-Doo and Marmaduke!"

"Meg, sweetheart," Lois said, startled, "are you sure? Those are the biggest-dicked dogs they got!"

"Yes!" Meg cried.

"Team Griffin chooses Scooby-Doo and Marmaduke!" Johnny said.

"Wait a second," said Go Go Tomago, her hand pausing mid-reach in her bucket of popcorn. "Marmaduke is from a comic strip, not a cartoon."

"You're forgetting," replied Fred Frederickson as he scooped up some popcorn from around Go Go's wrist, "the Heathcliff and Marmaduke animated series from 1981."

"Pretty sure everybody's forgotten that," said Wasabi. He eyed the tub of touched-too-much popcorn and grimaced.

An assistant walked into the booth and handed Judy and Daria each a folder containing a fact sheet about the no-longer-secret dog-fucking competition.

"Looks like Team Griffin likes a challenge," Judy said into her mic. "Both dogs weigh in at over a hundred and eighty pounds and have cocks roughly a foot long. And I should add that those measurements do not include dogs' cock-knots."

"Wow," Daria replied, clearly a bit amazed by Team Griffin's choices. "That is a lot of dog-dick."

"Now," Johnny continued, "Team Garcia-Shapiro has next pick. Which two dogs will they choose?"

Isabella whispered in her mother's ear. The woman nodded, then turned to Johnny.

"We choose Brain and Gromit," Vivian announced.

"Ah, our two cerebral canines," Judy said as she glanced at her fact sheet. "Each weighing approximately a hundred and thirty pounds, and each packing seven to nine inches of thick canine cockflesh."

"Smart dogs are probably a smart choice," Daria added. "I'd hate to be on a team that gets stuck with really stupid ones…"

"By default," Johnny read on, "Team Parr will be getting busy with our last two dogs: Dudley Puppy, and—let me make sure I'm pronouncing this right—Oh-Dee."

"…and that would be Team Parr," Daria finished.

Now, the curtain rose to reveal three king beds, each with a spotlight on it. Next to each bed was a nightstand with a dispenser bottle of water-based lube. The two dogs chosen by each team were either sitting or lying down on one of the beds. Some of the dogs were slowly stroking their red cocks in anticipation.

"All three teams will be performing simultaneously for your enjoyment," Johnny read. "So get ready, ladies and dogs…On your marks, get set, fuck!"

Meg practically leaped onto the right-hand bed with the two biggest dogs. She literally tore off her satiny green gown and then wrestled her panties off like they were on fire. 

Now wearing only her green bustier, Meg got down on all fours on the bed and seized Scooby-Doo's flaccid cock in both hands. She began massaging it vigorously as she looked back over her shoulder at the surprised Marmaduke.

"Fuck me," Meg demanded, her iris-less pupils so dilated with lust that her eyes were more black than white. "Get that big dick into me!"

Marmaduke might have been half again Meg's size, but he seemed to have no desire to risk defying the owner of that crazed voice. Besides, her plump, bare ass looked inviting, and her glistening-wet pussy even more so.

Marmaduke jumped onto Meg's back and made several experimental thrusts of his foot-long, red member before its conical head encountered her entrance and plunged in.

"Yes!" Meg cried out.

Then, even as Marmaduke started fucking her good and hard, Meg's maniacal gaze turned back to Scooby-Doo as she continued working his cock in her hands.

"Ruh-roh," the dog said nervously.

"Fuck my mouth," Meg hissed, her voice shaky from Marmaduke's powerful, rhythmic thrusts. "No, forget that—fuck my throat. Make me swallow your cock!"

Generally, Scooby-Doo much preferred female dogs to female humans. He had banged Jenna, Lady, and Blue on many occasions, and he'd fucked his way through all fifty-one of the Dalmatian girls. But the only humans he'd ever plowed were Daphne and Velma—and then only because they had bribed him with Scooby Snacks. 

But this human girl was different. Her thick white body was like that of a purebred French bulldog, and the look on her face reminded Scooby strongly of a schnauzer in heat. So the next thing he knew, his "red rocket" was erect and ready for takeoff.

He seized Meg's head between his paws and, as requested, shoved his long, thick cock into Meg's mouth and down her throat in one long, slow stroke. Meg looked up at him with big, eager eyes and gurgled triumphantly. The working of her throat muscles added to Scooby's pleasure.

In the audience, Fluttershy exclaimed "Oh, my!" and covered her eyes with her front hooves.

"Now, sweetie, don't get upset," said her mother, Mrs. Shy. "Interspecies mating can actually be very enjoyable. Why, in our younger years, your father and I-"

"Mom!" Fluttershy squeaked, then curled up in her seat so that she could cover her ears with her back hooves while her front ones remained pressed to her eyes.

On stage, things were off to a good start on the next bed over from Team Griffin's. Isabella was looking at Brain with an unmistakable come-fuck-me expression as she peeled off her short red dress, leaving herself in just her pink panties and hair bow.

Living with both the oblivious Inspector Gadget and his precociously horny niece, Penny, had given Brain quite a taste—literally and figuratively—for preteen pussy. So as soon as the uber-cute little brunette lay back on the bed, spread her legs, and gestured at him enticingly, Brain wasted no time; he shoved his yellow-gold snout between Isabella's slender thighs and started licking her little hairless cunt like it was his favorite flavor of ice cream.

"Ooooohhhhh!" Isabella cried, making the audience cheer.

Gromit, for his part, didn't have much in the way of real-world experience with sex; his high-maintenance owner and the zany adventures they regularly got into together didn't leave him much time for dating. But, in preparation for this event, Gromit had purchased a copy of Human-Fucking for Dogs from the local bookshop and read it cover to cover, which had given him at least a theoretical understanding of what he was meant to do in this situation. 

It also didn't hurt that his human partner for this event had dropped to her knees in front of him and was massaging his red member to hardness with her skilled hands. She looked up at him with a lusty smile, and her position gave Gromit a very good look down the woman's deep cleavage. 

As soon as this combination of erotic stimuli had made Gromit's cock very hard indeed, Vivian took it into her mouth and began sucking it, bobbing her head such that her tight, soft lips ran up and down the first few inches of his cock. Gromit had never received a blowjob before, let alone one as skillful as this. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

Meanwhile, on the third king bed, Violet found herself looking at Dudley Puppy—who wore a black shirt but no pants—and his seven-inch cock, plus the knot at its base. Before today, Violet would have found the canine member intimidating. But now that she knew just how big a cock she could take, she actually found the furry white dog-man's penis rather appealing. And even though her performance with her mother had been borderline-traumatic, Violet liked the idea of getting it on with this big furry fellow. He seemed sweet and kind of dumb, which would put Violet in control.

Dudley, for his part, was excited by the idea of fucking a human girl—especially one as attractive as this dark-haired, sweet-faced teenager, who wore only a teensy little bathing suit and who was untying its tiny top as she looked enticingly at Dudley.

"Hi!" Dudley said with his characteristic uncontrolled enthusiasm. "You're pretty. Do you like fucking? I like fucking. Wanna fuck?"

As flirtatiously as she knew how, Violet replied, "I do like fucking. And I bet I'll really like the way you do it." 

She pulled Dudley to her and put his paws on her little breasts as she kissed him. Dudley got the hint and felt Violet up as they made out.

Overhearing this exchange, Helen wasn't sure whether Violet's words were meant as a jab at her, but she saw that there was a rapport between her daughter and Dudley Puppy. And although Helen felt a twinge of jealousy, for the sake of the contest she did not want to interfere.

So she turned to the other dog assigned to Team Parr: Odie, who was also white-furred but was considerably smaller and more anatomically dog-like than Dudley. Odie's saving grace, Helen thought, was his huge tongue, which appeared to be nearly as long as the dog was tall when he was sitting down and panting, like he was now.