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Buffy The Shemale Vampire Slayer, Part IV
By Cal Y. Pygia
Damn!
Wherever Willow was, she wasn't home. The witch still hadn't returned
to her motel room. At least, this time, Buffy hadn't had to rely on
Sunnydale's public transportation system. Xander had given her a ride
across town. He'd offered to wait, to make sure that Willow was back,
but Buffy, wanting to be alone with the witch, had dismissed her
chauffeur. Although Xander was no doubt anxious to get back together
with Chester, the construction crew member he'd been fucking when Buffy
had arrived at Xander's house earlier in the afternoon, Xander was also
notoriously spontaneous, and his favorite company was Willow and Buffy.
It was possible that he'd defer sex with Chester for time to spend with
his two favorite girls, especially now that he knew of Buffy's
transformation into a chick with a dick and the Slayer's hope of making
love to Willow. He might hope to turn their lesbian coupling into a
bisexual threesome.
With Xander gone and Willow still not home, Buffy wasn't sure what to
do. Should she visit her mentor, Rupert Giles? Her former Watcher's
apartment was near the UC Sunnydale campus, which was within walking
distance or, for that matter, she could call him or she could call
Xander. However, she didn't want to interrupt his liaison with Chester
a second time, even though Buffy was a little concerned about Willow.
It wasn't like her to say that she was going someplace and then not
show. Maybe she and Giles should organize a search party, and--no.
Willow was a grown woman, not a careless teen. She was also an
extremely powerful witch, well able to handle herself against anyone
who was foolish enough to attempt to assault her. She'd wait a while.
Then, if Willow still hadn't shown or called anyone, Buffy would
contact Giles.
Meanwhile, there was another not-so-small problem to contend with.
Buffy had an erection. Since she'd left Xander's house, her cock had
become rigid. The stiff, swollen member jutted from her groin, making a
tent at the crotch of her sweatpants. It was very embarrassing. Buffy
had no idea how guys put up with an errant member that seemed to act
upon its own volition. How could a person function with a penis that
stood erect at the most inopportune times? At first, Buffy assumed that
she was sexually aroused, but how could she be sexually aroused without
knowing it? That didn't make sense. Besides, if she were aroused,
wouldn't her pussy be wet, too? Moreover, when she was horny, her
nipples were usually erect as well. At the moment, her cunt wasn't
awash in its own juices and her nipples were not stiff and swollen.
Nevertheless, she had a raging erection, and it didn't seem about to
diminish any time soon.
Anya! Xander's former girlfriend, the vengeance demon whom he'd jilted
at the altar, lived nearby. At the time, Xander had attributed his
rejection of Anya to his fears that their marriage might end up like
that of his parents. He claimed to have been visited by his future
self, a slovenly bum whose marriage to Anya was a hellish existence for
them both. It wouldn't have helped their relationship as husband and
wife that his parents were boorish, uncultured louts and hers were
demons, he?d argued. Now that Buffy had learned of Xander's sexual
proclivities, she wondered whether his sexual interests in men and
women both had had anything with his reluctance to be legally tied to a
female for the remainder of his days. Maybe all that stuff about his
parents and Anya's family had been a smokescreen. Whereas another man
might secretly indulge himself with other males, to do so when he was
wed to Anya, a vengeance demon, would be to incur a long, slow,
torturous death at the hands of a scorned female of tremendous powers.
If Xander wasn't ready, able, and willing to renounce other men in
favor of a lifelong marriage to Anya, it would be much safer for him to
back out of the marriage, as he had. That way, he could have his cake
and eat it, too, so to speak, without having to fear evisceration,
castration, or worse at the hands of his supernatural spouse.
Buffy made up her mind about what to do. She'd visit Anya. Although the
demon and the witch weren't the best of friends, it was possible that
Willow had gone to see Anya. Besides, the vengeance demon had always
seemed to Buffy to been an especially hot lover to Xander. Buffy would
like to find out whether she'd been right to assume this about Anya.
Besides, Anya was a hottie. It would be nice to have sex with her.
Have sex with Anya? What was Buffy thinking? Maybe she was horny on a
level much deeper than conscious thought. If so, she had the Feral
demon to thank for this state of affairs, too. Buffy glanced at the
demon's bite mark. It still looked as bad as it had when the bastard
had sunk its teeth into her arm the night before. That worried her,
too, because, normally, her Slayer's blood was filled with such a high
number of white blood cells and antibodies that she healed
extraordinarily quickly. A bite, for example, would usually heal within
minutes. This one was almost as fresh now as it had been hours ago.
Maybe, she thought, her erection would last forever, too. That was an
unsettling thought!
Still, while she had a cock, a pair of balls, breasts, a feminine ass,
and a cunt, she might as well make good use of them. There might be no
better way to start than by having sex with a vengeance demon.
Seducing Anya was easier than Buffy had thought it would be. In fact,
it wasn't clear who'd seduced whom, which was surprising since Anya had
always come across as thoroughly heterosexual. If there were a term for
womanly women that equated with "macho" for masculine men, it would
apply to Anya--or so Buffy had thought. Maybe, in a way, it still did.
The instant that Anya opened her apartment door to see Buffy's stiff-
standing erection jutting against the cotton of the Slayer's
sweatpants, Anya had been attracted to Buffy the way that, previously,
she'd been attracted only to Xander and (one time, while she'd been on
the rebound, to Spike). After all, the attraction was, as far as Buffy
could tell, to Buffy's newly acquired male genitals and not to the
Slayer's feminine charms.
"Hi, Buffy," Anya had said, upon admitting the Slayer, "how's every--
whoa! What the hell?" Her eyes had widened at the sight of the bulge in
Buffy's sweatpants. "You have a cock!"
Buffy had nodded, adding, "And balls." She'd explained to Anya about
the Feral demon's bite.
Now, they talked about the attack.
"Feral demons are nasty," Anya said.
"How long do the, uh, side-effects last?"
Anya shrugged. "I've never been bitten by one." She gazed at Buffy's
crotch. "Unfortunately." Anya bit her lower lip in thought. "They tend
to recur, though."
Buffy frowned. "That's all I need."
Anya stepped close. She put her hands upon the cheeks of Buffy's ass,
kissing her firmly upon the lips as she squeezed the Slayer's firm,
compact buttocks. "Are you sure about that, Buffy?" she whispered, her
breath warm upon Buffy's neck.
Buffy kissed her back, sliding her tongue between Anya's lips. They
lost themselves in one another, surrendering entirely to the physical
sensations that swept through their minds and bodies. Buffy had come
here to seduce Anya, but it wasn't clear to her who was seducing whom,
nor did it matter.
Their tongues swirled about one another, smooth, slick muscles flicking
and thrusting and rolling about in each other's wet mouth-pussies.
Their nipples swelled and stiffened, and their clitorises enlarged
within the moist caverns of their cunts. Buffy felt a tremble of
excitement flash through her, and she returned Anya's embrace,
clutching the demon's buttocks with the same fervent intensity with
which Anya cupped Buffy's ass cheeks.
"I've thought of doing this with you many times," Anya confessed.
"Me, too," Buffy admitted.
"Let's get naked," Anya invited, as bold and direct in speaking her
mind as ever.
They undressed. Of similar height, both women were beautiful blondes
with comparable charms. Both had relatively small breasts that were
high and round, topped with pink nipples about the size of pencil
erasers, surrounded by puffy areolas. Their tummies were concave, their
hips narrow, and their legs long and smooth. Each had sleek, compact
buttocks. Each was also equipped with a tight, wet pussy behind
somewhat thick labia, inside of which their respective clitorises had
swelled like the buds of blossoming flowers. However, Buffy's cunt was
hidden from view behind the testicles-filled scrotum that dangled
beneath the upright, nine-inch penis within the golden thatch of her
neatly trimmed pubic hair.
The ladies kissed again, their hands releasing one another's buttocks
to explore their partner's breasts.
"You're beautiful," Buffy complimented Anya.
"So are you," Anya returned her praise. "But let's not waste time on
small talk or, for that matter, foreplay."
"Okay," Buffy agreed.
Ever forthright, Anya announced, "I want you to eat my pussy."
"Okay," Buffy agreed again.
Taking her hand, Anya led her naked guest to her bed. The demon laid
upon her back, her thighs spread wide, and Buffy knelt on the mattress,
resting her upper body upon her elbows, the hard nipples of her breasts
brushing the bed's satin sheets. She lowered her head, her blonde hair
spilling over Anya's thighs, like a sprinkle of soft silk. Anya moaned,
squirming. Buffy slipped her hands under Anya's buttocks, feeling the
weight of her sleek ass cheeks pressing down upon her palms. She kissed
the demon's labia, tasting the dew that had gathered on the petals of
Anya's sex. Then, she licked the demon's soft, thick pussy lips before
slipping the tip of her moist, pink tongue into the folds of Anya's
cunt to lick the hard, smooth button of her swollen clitoris. Again,
Anya moaned, twisting upon the bed.
Buffy's lips, nose, and chin were wet with Anya's cunt juices. A river
seemed to have sprung up inside the demon's pussy, and it overflowed
with a constant stream of fluid. Buffy lapped the flood, rubbed her
nose in it, drank deeply of it, and still more of the nectar gushed
from Anya's quivering loins. Grasping Anya's tits, Buffy squeezed them
in her hands; she kneaded, lightly pinched, and tweaked their stiff
nipples with her thumbs and fingers. Mostly, though, she concentrated
on the smooth, hard nub of Anya's wet, pink clit, lavishing loving
attention upon this bud of her femininity, this blossom from which her
sexuality bloomed and flourished. Her tongue licked the firm button of
flesh while she kissed and nuzzled the slick, glistening labia that
continually drooled the juices from the demon's overflowing cunt.
Although Buffy knew that a pussy was meant for a dick, that it was
vestibule to the womb, in which babies were conceived and developed and
were brought forth into the world, it seemed, just now, to have no
other purpose than to be licked, bathed, and washed with another
woman's tongue; to be kissed with another woman's lips; and to be
rubbed and caressed and fondled by another woman's fingertips. Any
other use of such a holy place seemed impious and wrong. It seemed
self-evident that a pussy was intended solely as a means by which women
could worship their femininity, giving pleasure to and receiving bliss
from one another.
As she licked and sucked Anya's pussy, Buffy made occasional slurping
sounds that would normally have embarrassed her. However, in the
context of their lovemaking, these rude sounds were merely titillating,
making the sight of her tongue probing and licking Anya's watery, pink
cunt all the more exciting. With renewed vigor, Buffy stroked and
bathed Anya's lust-hardened clit. The demon cried out, writhing, as
orgasm swept through her, clutching at Buffy's hair. "Willow! Oh! Eat
my cunt, you lesbian slut!"
Willow?
Buffy frowned, drawing back from the flooded cunt she'd been licking
and poking with her tongue. Suddenly, she saw something terrible inside
her mind, so frightening that it obliterated all the lust that had,
only moments ago, possessed Buffy so completely as to have nearly
overwhelmed her. Her own sopping cunt, her throbbing erection, and the
insistent stiffness of her aching nipples were forgotten as the vision
asserted itself, and she saw her best friend, Willow, cowering before a
band of hideous monsters that had surrounded her at the edge of a sheer
precipice beyond which flames flared hundreds of feet into thick,
sulfurous air.
Caught in the throes of orgasm, Anya rolled rapidly back and forth,
from side to side, her eyes shut tightly, her face a grimace, and her
fists balled in Buffy's hair. "Willow!" she cried again.
Buffy knocked Anya's hands away, dismounted from the bed, and grabbed
Anya's wrist. "Where's Willow?" she demanded. "What have you done to
her?"
Anya allowed the Slayer to pull her off the bed and onto her feet, but
it was a different Anya who got out of the bed than the naked young
woman who'd gotten into bed. Anya had transformed herself into Anyanka,
the vengeance demon. As such, she was a formidable adversary. True,
Buffy had beaten Anyanka before, but, as sports teams proved every day,
a previous victory didn't mean that the winner wouldn't be vanquished
by the loser during their next encounter.
Buffy punched the demon in the face. In turn, Anyanka slammed a fist
into the Slayer's ribs. Both of them, imbued with supernatural
strength, had blows like sledgehammers. Fortunately, they had skeletons
like steel, too, and their soft tissues could withstand the punishing
blows that their kind delivered. Moreover, their bodies healed with
unnatural speed--except, it seemed, in the case of a Feral demon's
bite.
The combatants separated, eyeing each other warily.
"What have you done with Willow?" Buffy demanded again, delivering a
powerful blow to Anyanka's midsection.
The demon slumped.
Buffy closed the distance between them, raising her fist to strike
again, but Anyanka blocked the punch, answering Buffy's attempted
battery with a blow of her own that sent the Slayer sprawling across
the bed, her cock and balls bouncing and jiggling. The sight of the
male genitals gave Anyanka a plan. When Buffy rebounded from the bed
and spun to face her foe, the demon kicked her savagely between the
legs.
Buffy howled, dropping to her knees. Tears sprang to her eyes as she
clutched her balls, gritting her teeth in anguish. Suddenly, she
believed that she knew why Slayers were always girls and never guys.
Despite the superior strength that most boys had, they were equipped
with a serious weak spot. Kicked in the balls, all a guy could do was
try to breathe and maintain a heartbeat while he recovered from the
intense, crippling pain that owned him, body and soul.
Now that Buffy was helpless, Anyanka informed her that she'd sent
Willow into a demon dimension after she'd "fucked the bitch with a
strap-on dildo."
Between gasps of pain, Buffy managed to whisper, "Why?"
"Why do you think? She and Xander have been best friends--in a Platonic
way, of course--since early childhood. What better way is there to get
back at the bastard for jilting me at the altar?"
"That's ancient history," Buffy mumbled.
"You don't know what ?ancient' is, girlie. Wait until you're a few
millennia old before you talk about ?ancient.' Oh, wait. You're not
likely to live to such a ripe, old age, are you?" Anyanka kicked Buffy
in the ass, and the Slayer grunted, falling onto her face.
When she could speak, Buffy whispered, "I thought you'd forgiven
Xander."
Anyanka laughed. "Vengeance demons don't forgive; they get even."
Buffy struggled, gritting her teeth. She managed to get to her knees.
She also managed to block Anyanka's kick to her face. Holding the demon
by the ankle, Buffy upended her, and Anyanka fell heavily onto her
back. Straddling her, Buffy ignored the pressure of her scrotum against
Anyanka's thighs and the feel of the demon's sleek, cushiony buttocks
against her bobbing, swaying erection. "How do I get Willow back?" she
demanded.
"You don't."
Buffy wrenched one of Anyanka's arms behind her back, forcing it up,
toward her shoulders. "How?" she repeated.
"Fuck you!"
Buffy applied more force, and Anyanka grimaced at the sudden pain in
her twisted arm.
"How?"
"Fuck you, super bitch!"
Buffy jerked the arm higher.
Anyanka screamed.
"I'll break it," Buffy warned.
"All right! All right! I'll tell you."
Buffy maintained the pressure on the demon's arm.
"Just let up."
"Tell me first."
"I'll tell you, but you won't like it."
"I'm losing patience. When I lose patience, things get broken."
Anyanka told her.
The demon was right. Buffy didn't like it, not at all. "You're lucky I
don't break your arm," she told the demon.
Instead, she let Anyanka go, but the vanquished foe made no move to get
up.
"If anything happens to Willow," Buffy told the demon, "I will break
it."
Even after Buffy had stalked from the room, Anyanka remained lying on
the floor. She'd come close to being killed for what she'd done to
Willow, she thought, and for what Buffy--and Giles--would have to do to
retrieve the witch from the demon dimension. Anyanka couldn't say she'd
blame the Slayer if Buffy had killed her. If she'd been in Buffy's
place, she certainly would have; a broken arm wouldn't be nearly enough
pay back for what Buffy and Giles were about to go through. After all,
even if Buffy and her Watcher managed to escape with their lives, some
things were worse than death.
Much worse.
She smiled at the thought of telling Xander all about it.
To be continued...
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