Chapter 8

Noon, July 4
Independence Day

“See, Billie, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Danny asked as he lit a bong after fucking her in the backyard.

“Well, this time was up my ass ... and I have to admit that I enjoyed it ... a lot! Okay, I confess that! It was fun! Why I like rough sex so damn much is a complete mystery to me, just as is my decreasing desire to even try to help the Charmed Ones. I have no fucking clue why, but I just ... I no longer feel the urge to go out and fight demons or save the Halliwell sisters, despite what all we’ve been through ... I have no motivation, which is truly strange,” Billie replied as she took a hit of the same bong.

“That’s fine weed! I can smell it from here! That should help mellow you out and help you chill, honey!” Becky told Billie as she planted a steamy tongue kiss on her mouth.

“Yeah, it’s the Fourth! Kick back and celebrate our Independence Day together! The fireworks! The barbeque! The watermelon! The beer, hopefully not Canadian this time!” Jesse needled Joey for his fondness for Labatt Blue.

“You’re gonna be with us for a while now and you’re one of my baby mamas now, so settle in, dear,” Danny Tanner encouraged the captive witch.

“What he said! I’m just thrilled that I’m gonna be Mayor of San Francisco soon! Mayor! Sweet! I can’t wait to tell Ginger the great news! She’s gonna be the Mayor’s wife! This will be awesome!” Joey grinned while snacking a bit and grilling some baby-back ribs.

“Go ahead and call her, dear,” Vicky urged Joey, who smiled as he dialed the numbers.

“Oh, hi, honey! Hey ... I got a confession to make ... Harlan, he’s one of the men gang-banging me ... he kinda ... not-so-accidentally ... tossed out my birth control in front of me, down the toilet ... and flushed them. I have no birth control ... and they refuse to wear rubbers. What do you want me to do about it? Be a good girl ... or fuck them all and let them breed me?” Ginger asked Joey with a strong hint in her voice of her own preference for the latter.

“God, yes, let them breed you! We’ll work out a new plan later ... clever bastard! I’d have done the same thing, I think, in Harlan’s shoes. By the way, don’t ask me to explain yet, but you’ll find out how and why ... I’m gonna be the next Mayor of San Francisco soon, honey. How’s that for fun?” Joey sprung a surprise of his own on his delectable strumpet of a wife.

“Yes, honey ... do it! Become Mayor! Run, get yourself elected, make me the Mayor’s wife! That’s gonna rock! I know that certain hosts of ‘Wake Up San Francisco’ will help promote your campaign in their own not-so-subtle ways. Guys, I’m gonna become the Mayor’s wife soon! Come on, run a train on the wife of the future Mayor of San Francisco! Come on, Harlan, don’t just be talk ... knock up the future First Lady of Frisco! You flushed the meds, you take me to bed!” Ginger egged the fellas on her cruise on to gang-bang her good and rough.

“Talk to you later, babe. We’ve got ... some other surprises in store for you when you get back, but for now, love you ... good night ... and make me proud of what a hot slut of a wife I got!” Joey prodded his good lady wife to pull the best train she could with her shipmates.

“Oh, honey, you know that I will ... you do me proud, too, and not just in politics. Make sure to get you guys some more horny baby mamas who will let you guys breed them again ... and again ... again ... and again!” Ginger laughed as she blew a kiss over the phone and hung up.

“So, she’s gonna get herself bred on the honeymoon cruise ... sweet ... fuck me now, give me another chance to make the baby that Aunt Ginger can’t make with you since she’s too far away!” Kimmy begged Joey, “and don’t forget to sniff and lick my smelly feet at any point that you please!”

“Honey, you’re singing my song!” Joey whistled as he began sucking his way upward from Kimmy’s toes.

“Eww ... you’re into that?” Lola Wong now spoke up to reveal her presence among the family, which had been undetected as she simply walked through the unlocked doors.