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"Okay, mates, we're cumming to the end of the stream…" Rocket said bent over her bed and ass to the camera as it wobbled and clapped in a tassel bikini, rising and falling on her thick brown ass. Standing up and turning around as she continued to sensually move. The tassels brushing on her supple brown skin. "And I got a surprise for you all before we close out the night. A special guest."
Is it a dick?
Is it that hot Arabian woman?!
Take off your clothes!
When her usual chat, but she didn't answer. She just flopped onto the bed, her breasts bouncing in her tasseled top as she smiled. "Come on in."
Her bedroom door swung open, and in jean shorts and a tank top, the edges of her sun butt tattoo peaking out from her shorts. Celestia D'Whorse entered the room and looked into the camera, brushing her rainbow colored hair from her eyes before smiling. "Hello everyone!"
'Who dat?' Was a few answers in her chat… however, it was overwhelmed by the answer.
CELESTIA D'WHORSE?!
The Peppy Pornstar Girlfriend to Pip the Porn Director dropped her sun butt onto the bed next to Rocket, making them both bounce. Tia swung one shapely leg over the other, bouncing a glittering heel as she smiled at the webcam. "Hiiii!" she waved as Rocket smiled.
"That's right! I got the Celestia D'Whorse to come on camera."
"I'm friends with her boss!" Replied Celestia with a wink, rubbing her hand on Rocket's thigh as the comments ROARED with approval.
"Right," Rocket replied, not entirely sure if she should lie like that on camera, but hey, she won't look a gift horse themed Pornstar in the mouth. Mostly because after Arwa appeared that one time on her cam, she'd been getting requests for more 'hot friends' and Celestia volunteered… somewhat out of the blue, to be honest, Rocket had asked around at work and Celestia just so happened to be their boss. So here she is. "So. I thought it might be fun if you all wanted to ask a few questions. Let's see…"
After a moment of wild questions going out there, Rocket, a little overwhelmed, mumbled. "…Would you like to pick one?"
"Certainly." Smiled Celestia, leaning forward and pointing. "Oh! This one! 'What's the most Vanilla to extreme thing I can do… Hmmn." She rubbed her chin with coy playfulness. "…Well, I'm really open to just about anything. But usually it's up to my boss, and whatever plans he happens to come up with… I'm okay with romance or just full-on Gonzo gangbanging to be fair."
"Okay. How about this one…" Rocket replied. "What would you say to fans who want to have a night with a pornstar?"
"Be a pornstar," Celestia replied, obviously with a smile, but she chuckled. "But if you're asking about some sort of long-term relationships, I'm afraid that varies person to person. I myself am in a happily committed relationship, I don't fuck other people unless I'm getting paid." She paused, "…Or for fun… but usually with Pippy." She replied, "…And usually we turn it into work…"
"I don't think that helped at all," Rocket replied as Celestia laughed
"Okay… this is the most asked question…" she smiled, "Would you have sex with me. See my previous answer." She said with a giggle, "Honestly, that's the most obvious and consistent question I get asked."
"Let's see…" Rocket watched the chat for a second. "Oh come on-"
"Will you make out?" Celestia said out loud before giggling and shoving her tongue into Rocket's mouth. "Mmmnm… ah…" pulling away as Rocket's subscribers climbed. "Yes." She said as Rocket seemed to just write that off… she's used to it by now. "Oh! This is a good one! What am I filming next?"
"What are you filming next?" Rocket asked as Celestia smiled
"Oh, we're hosting a fan raffle! Winner gets to shoot a scene with a pornstar, signed to our studio, of their choice… after passing a test of course." She added as Rocket blinked at that, and didn't notice right away that the chat was blowing up.
"A fan raffle?"
"Oh yeah." Replied Celestia, "Well, a fan shoot. They do them all the time in Japan…" she added, and who did notice right away that Rocket's chat was blowing up, and she smiled. "You should do one too!"
"What? No-"
DO IT!
I WILL PAY YOU MY MORTGAGE
I WILL SELL MY FIRST BORN
"Oh, I don't mean out of the blue or anything! It's a lot of work to do a fan raffle…" she said, "A LOT of complicated paperwork… buuut." She eyed the chat again, "…Tell you what, fans! If her channel doubles… no. TRIPLES! in subscribers by this time next week for her next show, I'll try to talk her into one!" Rocket blinked, watching her subscriber count slowly tick up.
10 minutes later.
"Seriously?" Rocket asked as she and Celestia walked out of her room. "You're going to talk me into a fan shoot?"
"If your subscribers triple." Said Celestia sweetly. "By next week." She added as Rocket frowned, but admitted it DID seem rather… far-fetched that her subscribers would triple in a week, not to mention that Celestia didn't exactly guarantee that she'd be able to get her to say yes, just 'try' to talk her into it. Tia can be convincing, but it's not like she's Orders or anything-
BUUUR
Her bubble but vibrated, she glanced down, reached into her shorts pocket, and pulled out her phone. "…Bloody hell." She mumbled before answering.
Time: 9:09 PM. Place: Gotham Suburbs (Superbabes House)
Ring-BOOP
"…Yes? Orders?"
"You should know by now what it means when I call you at surprisingly coincidental times."
"…Bugger me."
"That is the overall idea."
"Fuck."
Meanwhile, that's Australian for Meanwhile.
Tia smiled as Rocket slipped her phone into her pocket. "…was that your manager?" she joked as Rocket sighed.
"…Yeah." Rocket noted as Celestia patted her shoulder.
"Don't worry. What are the odds?" she replied sweetly, turning and jiggling away as Rocket contemplated on her words… and decided they were fairly good.
About one week later
…So her subscribers didn't triple… they quadrupled. Celestia, of course, offered to handle everything… a little more excitedly than Rocket liked, but then, thanks to Celestia holding the raffle, the subscribers grew AGAIN.
"This can't be a good idea," Rocket said, pacing in front of Orders' counter in her costume as Orders casually did her crosswords.
"It'll be fine." Orders noted, "You're in costume." She added as Rocket frowned at her.
"…They already know it's me!"
"Trust me when I say it won't matter." Orders replied as Rocket rolled her eyes. Orders' purple ones lifted from her crosswords, flickering at Rocket. "Besides, it's good business."
"It's not your arse…" Rocket said, but Orders scoffed.
"You think I'd let you do this if you were in danger?" The purple-eyed boss put down her pen. "It's good business."
"You keep saying that."
"Because I'm right." Orders replied, before tilting her head towards the door. "Now go on, or you're going to be late." She said, reaching for the phone a second before it rang. "Superbabes, we deliver." Rocket sighed, adjusted her jacket, before strutting her bubble butt out the back door of Superbabes. She actually wasn't working tonight, but Orders said the costume was a good addition.
Also, it just kinda felt right… or at least soothing. Somehow, being 'Rocket' made it much more bearable. She walked out to her car, slid into the driver's seat, molded to her shapely black bubble ass, and slowly pulled into Traffic, heading off to the location Tia had texted her earlier.
She, eventually, pulled up to a brownstone building in Old Gotham, slipping out of the Driver's seat as she parked on the curb and wiggled up the stoop, and walked into the building before climbing the steps and approaching a room at the far end of the building… reaching the front door, she sighed, raised her fist, and knocked.
Time: 8:09 PM Place: Old Gotham (Porn Studio Loft)
The door swung open, revealing Celestia D'Whorse in perhaps the most clothes Rocket's ever seen her wear. A pressed Jacket and a matching grey mini-skirt, she looked like a sexy secretary, considering her big breasts were practically bursting from her top. "Hi! Great! Come on in!" she said a little too eagerly, but Rocket walked into the porn studio loft that's seen many a Superbabe on it's cum stained couch…
"So…" Rocket asked, looking around at the oddly empty room. "…Who won?"
"About that…" Celestia smiled disarmingly. "There's been a SLIGHT hiccup."
"A hiccup?" Rocket asked, and barely a second later, there was a LOUD smash coming from a nearby room as Celestia's disarming smile faltered in a slight flinch. "What the bloody hell was that?" followed by another crash as Celestia sighed.
"So… there was a SLIGHT hiccup in our raffle program. It actually picked two winners instead of one."
"What?"
"Two winners instead of one-" repeated Celestia, but Rocket raised her hands to stop the shenanigans.
"I heard that. What does that have anything to do with-" and another crash, followed by a nearby door swinging open and Pip rushing in.
"Fellas! Guys! PLEASE STOP!" he ordered as two burly men, one with white skin and tribal tattoos on his arms, and the other a caramel brown-skinned man with a US Marine tattoo on his right arm, fell into the main room. Both wearing black balaclava masks, black and white boxers, and a great deal of body oil, wrestled and smashed against each other, both throwing hands.
"I won!" shouted tribal tattoo
"The hell you did!" replied Marine Tattoo
"What the fuck?" Rocket replied as they tried to wrestle, punch, and then crashed into each other again, grappling on the floor in front of the couch as Celestia sighed.
"So… Funny story. They're apparently both Mixed Martial Artists…" Celestia said, mostly ignoring her poor boyfriend trying to stop the fighting… or the beginning of a gay porn scene, and explaining to Rocket. "And they've recently been in a match together that ended in a draw…"
"I won!" Marine tattoo snapped
"The hell you did!" replied Tribal tattoo.
"…And apparently our program sent a message to their subscriber accounts…" Celestia said, "…So… yeah. Now that's happening. GUYS!" Celestia shouted before approaching and grabbing poor Pip, dragging him away from the fighters. "If you keep fighting, then no fucking!" she started kicking them, slamming her heels into their backs and jolting them out of their fighting long enough to realize Rocket was there. They pulled apart from each other as Celestia sighed.
"…We were in the middle of deciding who won!" snapped Marine.
"Yeah! How else are we going to decide?!" Tribal grumbled
"Are you talking about the fan competition or your fight?" asked Tia as Pip adjusted his sunglasses.
"The fight." He mumbled.
"Well, that's just silly; they should be fighting about who won the raffle," Celestia replied.
"Who did win the raffle?" asked Pip as Celestia flinched.
"…Oh right… well…" she mumbled, "…Flip a coin?" she asked with a shrug.
"Just let me knock his ass out, and we can shoot this shit!" declared Tribal
"The fuck did you say?!" Marine replied
Rocket must be getting used to being a Superbabe… because she already saw the solution long before Celestia, Pip, and even the Fighters… a veritable Orders foresight moment.
"I'll just fuck them both." She said abruptly, which stopped the fighters mid-punch. Celestia blinked and rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
"…Why didn't I think of that?" Pip could only shrug.
"I mean… if she's all for it, I don't see why not." Rocket ran a hand through her dark hair before heading toward the couch.
"Let's just do this then." She said, "How do you want to start?" She asked, glancing at Tia, who clapped and shoved her boyfriend behind the camera that was set up. Tribal and Marine watched her ass intently as she stood in front of the couch, hand on her hips.
"Just act natural!" said Tia excitedly, as Pip began working the camera. "Give us a little show first, take off your pants, and just go wild! Oh, right." She then turned to the two oiled-up idiots, groaning from the slight bruises they had given each other. "Ass only boys."
"What?" they said together, somewhat surprised as Tia promptly replied.
"Those were the instructions given. Only butt stuff!"
"Who-" Rocket began, but then sighed, realizing that of COURSE Orders gave those orders. "Why do I ask?"
"Well, if you WANT to open up both holes." Celestia replied, "We won't say no."
"No… It's fine." She said, "I prefer it." She added as Tia, then grabbed the two idiots and dragged them behind the camera, pointing at them both with the split fingers of her left hand, before pointing those fingers seriously at her eyes.
"Alright, we're all set to start." Pip said, giving Rocket a thumbs up, "Just act Natural." He said as Rocket ran her hands through her hair again, psyching herself up as she wiggled her hips.
"Don't suppose we have music or something?" she asked absently as Tia grinned, and produced a remote from somewhere, possibly her cleavage, and clicked a button as a steady, rhythmic beat began to echo out from somewhere in the studio.
"I just assume you want something ass-shaking," Celestia replied, "But we also have slow jams, and classic 70s porn!"
"It's fine." Rocket replied, Tasha 'trained' her to ass-shaking beats, at least when they weren't just hanging out. Rocket slowly turned around, ass to the camera, she bent over, shaking her hips as her bubble booty wobbled even in her tight jeans. Bending over, she kept shaking her hips before bending her knees and squatting down, popping and twerking her ass for the camera. Booty popping away with a sexy pout on her lips as she glanced over her shoulders.
She then shot up, bending over with her hands on her knees and making her ass bounce as she smiled at the camera, and stood up straight, and while swiveling her hips, unbuckled her pants. She rolled her hips around and around, before peeling her pants down and showing off her thick black bubble ass, hooking the waistline of her jeans under her cheeks and bouncing them by tugging them up and down before pushing them to the floor, bending over again and shaking her ass to the camera once more. Only now half naked and with far more freedom to bounce about.
Of course, they weren't here JUST for twerking… but if they were, it could be improved. A note that Tia promptly acted on, grabbing Marine and Tribal, forcing them to look away from delicious black booty before shoving a chair and a bottle of baby oil into their respective hands, and pointing at the clapping cheeks. Even the idiots got the point without words.
Over the sound of twerking cheeks, the two winners with large bulges in their tight boxers, walked around the camera carrying their pornstar-approved baby oil, which sounds weird when said out loud, and the chair, approaching Rocket, and both taking the opportunity to grab a fistful of ass cheek. "Ah…", squeezing her meat as Tribal put down the chair in front of her and she slid over the seat in reverse. Straddling it and sticking her ass out behind her as Marine dumped the baby oil bottle onto her booty, glistening it up instantly to a dynamic shine.
They rubbed it into her smooth, chocolatey skin, her athletic ass clenching and flexing in their fingers as they hooked their oily fingers into her asshole and pulled her stretchy orifice open. It's taken a lot of dicks to stretch like that, their fingers scrapping against her anal walls as she moaned loudly… which made the idiots bolder, sliding more fingers up into her body. "Aah…" Slippery booty squelched in their hands, and soon the Marine pulled his hand away and smacked her right ass cheek. "Mmn!…"
Her ass cheeks wobbled as he pulled his oily hand away, and tugged down his boxers with the other, revealing a massive 10-inch dick. "Ah fuck…" she moaned as it twitched erectly.
"Alright, let's get in there!"
"Hold up. Who the fuck said you could go first?!" Tribal growled, tugging down his own shorts and smacking Rocket's other ass cheek with his oily hand and producing an EQUALLY big cock as Rocket flinched, glancing over her shoulder as he smacked her bubble ass with his dick.
"First cum first serve." Replied Marine.
"You'll cum first, alright, after like 2 minutes you'll tap just like you did in our fight…"
"Bullshit! Mother fucker do you want to go?!" Their cocks practically sword-fighting on her ass as she sighed loudly, getting impatient…
"Hey? Are you two morons going to fuck each other, or me?" she asked as Marine glanced at her still slightly gaping ass as it struggled to close.
"…The one who gets her to cum faster wins!"
"I love competition!" declared Tia excitedly, pulling out a stopwatch.
"…What if she doesn't cum?" Pip asked as Celestia shushed him with a finger on his lips.
"Then they're obviously bad at fucking." She replied sweetly with devastating effect on the masked fighting raffle winners.
BAM! Marine pushed Tribal back with a sumo palm thrust to the chest. He stumbled backwards, giving Marine enough time to line up his massive cock with her ass. His hands grabbed under her chin, pushing her chest against the back of the chair and jerking her head upwards as he thrust up her ass with his cock.
"FAA-Uuuck!" Rocket gasped, her feet scraping back on the floor as she felt his girth stretching her hole as it pulsated against her inner walls. She bit her bottom lip as he immediately started swinging his hips back and forth, "Haa! Ah! Uugh! FUCK…" She shivered slightly as he spent the next 4 minutes jackhammering her ass as hard as he could. "Aaah! Hah! AH!" her eyes rolled as her bubble ass bounced against his muscular legs, driving his cock into her body again and again. "UUUGH!!!" she suddenly squealed, shivering in an obvious anal orgasm as her mouth hung open, her eyes rolled, and her entire body vibrated as Marine buried his dick into her ass and ripped out. "Ugh! UUUGH…." She visibly quivered in front of the camera as Tia shouted excitedly.
"Time! 4:43 seconds!" she waved the watch as the Marine smacked Rocket's wobbly booty with his still erect cock.
"All that stamina training is paying off!" BAM!
Tribal shoulder tackled Marine aside, knocking him to the floor before clapping his hands firmly on Rocket's ass as she gasped meekly. "W-wait, give me a-FUCK!!" she howled as he rammed his meaty dick into her still sensitive asshole, grabbing the back of the chair and furiously pounding away. "Fuck! Fuck! FUUUUCK!" she grunted repetitively with the clap of her black ass cheeks until it became a sexy raspy purr. "Uuugh!" The chair rocked back and forth on the floor with his furious pounding as she howled. "Haaah!" Her thick black bubble ass wobbling and jiggling as his cock plunged in and out of her tight hole, a vacuum seal around his meaty dick as her body tensed up. "AHAAAH!!"
"That's a real one! Time!" Tia declared as Tribal yanked his dick from her gasping ass, her mouth hanging open as she moaned exhaustedly. "4:43 seconds!" Tribal smacked Rocket's ass lightly, watching it wiggle as she moaned again.
"Hah~!"
"That's my time, dumbass!" snapped Marine as Rocket moaned.
"Sucks to suck," Tribal said as Marine shoved him aside, smacked his hands onto Rocket's ass cheeks, spread her open, and rammed back in.
"AAGH!"
"Going again!" Tia said, clicking the stopwatch as the anal marathon began…
"AAAAAAH!!"
"4:21!" Tia declared.
"MMngh-aaaaah!!"
"4:20! BLAZING!!"
"Aah-AHA!! Wai-aaaaaaaaaah!!!"
"3:44!"
"NNNGNH-OOOOOOH!!!"
"3:45!"
"HA!!" laughed Marine snarkily as Tribal caught his breath and Rocket moaned herself hoarse, draped over the chair, her ass spasming rhythmically as her ass cheeks flexed. "Sucks to suck!"
"Fuck you, drippy," Tribal replied, his cock throbbing as Marine's dribble pre-cum. "You look like you're barely keeping it up!" Rocket moaned, pushing herself up slightly from the chair she was slumped on.
"Oh shut the fuck up and keep FUCKING already…" she moaned as their cocks twitched, "I've never seen two men who wanted to fuck each other more!"
"There is a perfectly good ass to fuck right there…" Tia noted casually as Pip shushed her.
"I'll do better." Tribal snapped, "Let me catch my breath."
"While you do that-" Marine squeezed Rocket's ass, making her moan, "I'll have another go."
"Fuck that! I don't need you keeping that ass warm for me!"
"That fuck is wrong with you two-" Rocket moaned, before they started fighting again. Greased up like ancient Greek warriors. "Seriously…" she sighed tiredly, her body like jelly. "Ngh!"
"Out of the way!"
"Fuck off!" They pinned her to the chair by the shoulders, each before pushing their cocks up her ass.
"AAAAH! AAAAH!!" Rocket howled in orgasm, "MMMGH!!" her hole stretched to maximum capacity as two 10-inch dicks slid into her "F-UUUCK!!!" screaming as she was double stuffed by two fighting cocks.
"Oh fuck." Pip hissed nervously, about to try his best to stop them as Tia slapped his shoulder and held him in place.
"…Give her a second." She said cautiously, her pornstar sense was tingling… and if necessary, she'll get the Gotham Brand Pepper Spray: Hits so hard it's like an actual mace.
Speaking of, Rocket's ass felt like someone was shoving an actual mace up there… one without spiky bits.
"AH! AAGH!! NBHGH-FUCK!!!" she squealed again as they pushed into her ass with both cocks, sliding in and out as she clenched her teeth, "OH BLOODY FUCKING SHIT!! AAAH! AAH! FUCK! MY! ARSE!! AAAH!!" her body trembled in orgasm, violently shaking as they pounded into her hole. "Ooh! Oh! Oooooh!!"
Pip and Tia watched as Rocket's squeals of surprise turned into the previous squeals of pleasure as they rammed away at her tight booty hole, rapidly loosening as two angry mixed martial artists fucked away at her ass like it was a sport…
Ass fucking. Not Mixed Martial Arts… But Rocket was fairly certain now that both were a sport… that she was obviously enjoying. "FUUUCK!!" she twitched and jerked about on the chair, popping her ass back as they drove into her. "Aah!!" AAAH!!" writhing on the chair with her tongue lolling from her mouth as they managed to cram all that dick into her ass. "AAAH! YEAH!!" she howled suddenly, wildly shaking as they pulled away from her shoulders and hooked their arms under her legs, lifting her up from the chair and using Gravity to get her meaty ass to drop on their cocks like a particularly bubbly meteor. "Oh! GOD! OH GOD!!" she howled, head rolling back on her neck, gazing at the camera upside down in her mask, wide-eyed and twitching in orgasm. "OOHO! FUCK!!" her tits bouncing in her shirt as they jackhammered in and out of her hole
Both of them flinching and snarling like rabid beasts, grunting and groaning as their bodies jerked about, twitching together as Rocket howled in orgasm, clawing at their shoulders, her legs stretching out and jerking about as they buried their cocks into her ass, before lifting her off. "NNGH!!" she jerked in the air, feeling their girths against her bubble booty, like she was sitting her gaping ass on their steel bar dicks. "Haaah…" she slid down their bodies, dropping to her floor and on her knees. Legs apart, her ass popping and gaping, her hands on the floor as she gasped and drooled, her eyes rolling up in her skull as the boys howled, jerking their meat as they shot hot ropes, finally, across her black ass like they were trying to cross a colossal black crevasse with a sticky rope bridge…
Still twitching and flexing her booty on the floor, she glanced over her shoulder at the camera, drooling slightly as she panted for breath. "…FUCK…" flopping forward, ass in the air, and wobbling as it 'chewed' their loads. The two collapsed to the floor, groaning tiredly.
"…So much for stamina," Tia noted, but Pip steadily turned the camera off.
"At least they're not fighting anymore."
"Once you sword fight in someone's ass, it's hard to actually throw hands. Trust me." Celestia replied 'wisely', smiling at her boyfriend and kissing his cheek before going to help Rocket up. "There you go!" she said, grabbing Rocket's arm and pulling her to her feet, as unsteady as they were. "Let's get you all cleaned up!"
She half-carried Rocket into the showers, leaning her up against the wall and helping her take off the rest of her clothes before turning on the shower and letting it spray on her body. Rocket moaned softly as Tia folded the costume and put it aside. "Take your time, Ginga!" she said, giving Ginga's bubble butt a light pat, rinsing her hand, and then walked out. "I'll go get your pants."
"…Oh fuck." Ginga moaned, eventually pushing herself off the wall, and spreading her cheeks so the water could spray towards her still, slightly, gaping ass. "Bloody HELL." She washed her beautiful body down, she wasn't sure how long she was in the shower… but eventually she turned the water off… and jumped slightly as piercing screams echoed into the shower. "What the fuck?" she gasped, before drying off quickly, and tugging her clothes on, and rushing out into the studio to find Marine and Tribal howling on the floor, covering their faces as Tia held a device that looked like a blowtorch and held it like she was a James Oath Girl posing for a movie poster.
"I TOLD you two to stop fighting! Now crawl to the showers and cool off!" she ordered as they howled in pain, but crawled across the floor to get to the shower. "Okay!" Tia said cheerily, putting the Gotham Brand Mace down on a nearby table as she approached Ginga. "Pippy and I will edit it tonight and send it to you tomorrow!" Ginga sighed, rubbing her ass with both hands.
"…Bonza." Ginga replied, rolling her head on her neck as her hole twitched… then she glanced at Tia. "…Okay, I have to ask, why ARE you dressed like that?" she asked as Tia blinked.
"Like what?"
"Like a teacher fetish?"
"Oh, I'm playing a teacher later." She said, "…Or at least I WOULD be, but once AGAIN. One of our girls, who is supposed to be a student, dropped out… I swear it's getting harder and harder to find sluts in Gotham. I don't know how Orders does it."
Ginga stopped rubbing her hands on her ass, "…You're down a girl?"
"That's right," Tia replied as Pip returned to the studio room.
"Yeah. We're going to have to put the shoot on hold. But at least we can edit your video sooner."
"…Want me to fill in?" asked Ginga as Pip and Tia blinked at her.
"You'd do that?" Tia replied, legitimately surprised.
"I'm not doing anything else today," Ginga added as Tia smiled.
"…Well, alright then!" she said, "Shootings back on Pippy!"
"I'll get her a script," Pip said, as Ginga licked her lips. Her lips stretched into a slight smile.
Time: 10:30 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Orders looked up from her Crosswords, her purple eyes flashing, before she too smirked and went back to her crosswords. "…I don't hire girls who can't do the job." She said to herself and wrote. 'Coalesce'
6 Across: 8 letters for "Just as planned"
End
Took me a little longer then I would have liked but Ginga is done. Nikki is next, though I reserve the right to change it up :D