Tonya smiled as she finished reading the missive from the Shlonski brothers. Apparently they missed her quite a lot (hence, it was a "missive" rather than a regular letter), but not enough to come home. The three well-endowed dwarfs were feeling quite at home with their cockies in many bums over in Gwendolyn and Al's kingdom, and so they'd decided to officially make their homes there (In the kingdom, not the bums, although they spent quite a lot of time there too...)
"Stop babbling!" Tonya demanded, "You're worse than Drksideofthemoon sometimes." A moment's reflection on what she had just said and she groaned, "Oh no... I'm in another story aren't I?!"
Heavenly music suddenly filled the room and a light shone through the ceiling, depositing her good friend Angel on the floor in a rather compromising position with a very attractive male angel.
"Oh!" said the pretty blonde divine, "Ooops! Chystostom, we over ran our time!" The black haired angel pulled his head up and saw Tonya.
"Oh... well know you this might not be so bad..." His eyes were big and round as they took in those bodacious boobies jiggling in the tight confines of a Wonder-bra (it was a wonder they stayed covered) and her heart-shaped pubic hair peeking out from behind the matching thong. Tonya sighed as she realized that she was definitely in a story having been relegated out of her normal trenchcoat and back into underwear. Not that she was wearing it under anything.
Angel shrieked, "Absolutely not! You're not supposed to be in stories! Get back up where you belong!" One swift kick to his well-shaped rear startled him into flight and he drifted up slowly, not wanting to tear his eyes from the lovely ladies in Tonya's office. Angel was looking pretty good, Tonya had to admit, her luscious 36DD's were clad in a tight transparent white sports bra and she was wearing absolutely nothing over her smoothly shaved mound. It was still glistening with juices from the attentions of Chystostom.
Looking back at Tonya, Angel saw where her friend's eyes had headed and blushed. Looking back up she called, "Hey! Big woman! Little help!"
"Oh, like it's my fault you missed the alarm... I told you not to get caught up with Chysostom, his name MEANS 'golden mouth' you twit, I warned you..." Tonya winced at the booming voice although Angel paid no heed at all.
Stamping her little foot her breasts bounced provocatively in their tight confines, pink nipples poking through angrily, "I didn't ask for your opinion, I asked for some coverage."
*poof*
Looking down she saw that she'd been given a white thong that was just as transparent as her top and it was decorated with halos.
"Cute," she snorted, turning back to the other blonde, "Ok Tonya, we've got..."
"NO." said Tonya, "Absolutely not. You couldn't help me get rid of the ghost-writer and he put me into ANOTHER story. I absolutely refuse to help again. I don't WANT to be in another story. I was having a perfectly good time taking Herman in and out of the closet and..."
Angel interrupted her, "No, no no, Tonya. This isn't for a story... you're in danger."
Blue eyes gaped, "ME? In danger? Why?"
"The forces of evil are gathering - not Satan, another force. It's much darker and much more horrible, it wants to wipe out Satan's domain and take over. We think..." she gulped, "We think that it wants to get rid of all interesting sex... to end all the stories... and make all of them the same with just boring old missionary sex. No passion, no spontaneity, just puritanical sex."
"No..." gasped Tonya, overcome with the horror of this vision, "No anal? No blowjobs? No cunnilingus? No bondage? No loving wives or husbands? No fantasies of kinky rapes? No submission or domination? Nothing?!"
Angel shook her head, blonde hair swaying seductively although her expression was completely sober (as it should be, she hadn't had anything to drink since the night before), "Nope. The only category that will be left on the site is 'Erotic Couplings'."
"Well, Erotic Couplings aren't bad and all, but that's not all there is to life!" Tonya was absolutely horrified by this blase picture of the future, "What is this evil force called."
"It's called.... Anonymous."
"Anonymous? What kind of stupid name is that?"
Angel shrugged, "I don't know. But it seems that this 'Anonymous' has been leaving nasty comments on people's stories, trying to get them to conform to their own boring ideas. Between you and me, I don't think that they must have much of a sex life and are rather jealous of how great the sex lives of the kinkier characters can get. Allison's been in tears lately, she and Todd have taken a brutal beating, but fortunately Goldeniangel is backing her completely, she doesn't have to worry that our writer will succumb to the pressure."
"So what does this have to do with danger to me?" asked Tonya.
"Well," Angel sat on the desk, warping the wood as it tried to move its knotholes over where it could get a better look at her superior posterior, "It seems that you embody the worst of both Goldeniangel and Drksideofthemoon, your author. Anonymous has singled them out, among others, as being the perpetrators of interesting and kinky sex. As part of its move towards Site-Domination it needs to take you out. You have interesting sexual adventures, you meet all the characters in the other stories, and not only that but you've got an absolutely fantastic body." Angel eyed that absolutely fantastic body and licked her pink little lips before getting back to the point, "So you're kind of the poster-child for everything that Anonymous is against."
"What can I do?" asked Tonya, suddenly feeling fearful. If the Big Woman was sending her protection that couldn't be a good sign, Tonya usually knew how to look after herself - after all there were plenty of hazards when you were an international woman of mystery.
"Well, we're going to help you hide." Angel told her.
"We?" the blonde asked innocently (although she was anything but innocent.).
"Yes well," Angel never finished her reply as a corner of the room started to spew red smoke, out of which walked the three-horned (we already knew he was horny) Bri-Guy, leering lasciviously at the two lovely ladies. Tonya groaned and Angel looked at her sympathetically, "It can't be helped. The Big Woman and Satan wanted to send a representative. And it'll help with our disguise."
"Disguise?" Asked Tonya, trying to ignore the way the Bri-Guy was drooling. Suddenly both Angel and the Bri-Guy disappeared into small poofs of smoke and then there was something on each of her shoulders.
"We're going to be your shoulder angels." said a tiny voice to her right, that was Angel... her outfit didn't seem to be fitting any better despite her shrunken stature. If anything it looked to be more in danger of popping off.
"Ain't never been a shoulder angel that looked like that before," chuckled the Bri-Guy, leering around Tonya's neck at his counterpart. Then he got a little lost in the way Tonya's cleavage was suddenly so much larger and closer, "Ohhh... check out those babies... EEEEEEE!!!!!!!" Tonya flicked him from her shoulder, annoyed at the way his tiny penis had jutted out.
"HEY!" protested the Bri-Guy as he reappeared on her shoulder, "It's not tiny! It's perfectly proportional to how I am right now!"
"And to me, that's tiny," Tonya informed him, then turning back to Angel she asked, "So now what do we do?"
"We have to go into Storyland, and hide you among the characters and stories that Anonymous hates the worst. We're hoping that Anonymous will avoid there and won't find you."
"What if Anonymous goes after the writers directly?"
