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Buffy The Shemale Vampire Slayer, Part VI
By Cal Y. Pygia
Buffy arrived in the demon dimension on her elbows and knees, just as
she?d been when her mentor, Rupert Giles, had been butt fucking her a
moment before the spell they?d cast transported her from his apartment
to this bizarre land of the damned. Her legs were still spread wide
apart, and ass was still high in the air. Although Giles had not been
transported with her, it felt to her as if his huge, stiff cock were
still stretching her asshole to many times its normal size. The
sensation was perhaps rather like the phantom pains that amputees are
said to experience, Buffy thought.
Instead of Giles? apartment, Buffy was in an environment totally alien
to her. Rising to her feet, Buffy surveyed her surroundings. It took
her but a moment to discern that she stood at the edge of a cliff that
overlooked a long, wide, gently sloping valley.
Great, towering mesas rose from a plain that stretched on all sides to
the horizon, beneath a sky illuminated by a sun the rays of which
formed a rainbow in all directions, filling the sky with radiant bands
of color--red, orange, yellow, purple, green, and blue. The mesas were
columns, formed, it appeared, of limestone, topped with roughly
circular lawns from which, among tufts of exotic flowers, smaller
columnar mesas, also topped with verdant lawns, rose against the sky.
Some of the mesa tops contained pools that spilled over their edges,
falling between the smaller mesas that rose at the edge of the stream
that ringed the perimeter of the circular tablelands, contributing to
the river that meandered, like a ribbon, through the center of the
green plain far below. Between most of the rearing mesas, natural stone
bridges had formed, presumably as a means of steadying and reinforcing
the strange, tall towers. Against the far northern horizon, a mountain
of jagged white ice rose. A pale lime-green, rectangular structure
stood atop the summit of the ice mountains. It was so light that Buffy
did not notice it at first. It seemed but a continuation of the
mountaintop. It was only upon further reflection that its true nature
as a probable building if some sort asserted itself, and it was only
after even further reflection that its size became apparent. Although
it looked relatively small, compared to the mountain of ice upon which
it was perched, the fact that it was discernable at all, and the fact
that Buffy had mistaken it, at first glance, for the top of the
mountain itself suggested that the structure must be truly immense.
Somewhere in this exotic landscape, perhaps in the mountaintop
building, Willow was at the mercy of a demon horde that dwelled in a
realm of fire and brimstone.
The question was how to get off the top of this soaring mesa and down
into the presumably subterranean hellhole in which her friend, the
witch, was being held hostage by her tormentors. If the sides of the
mesa upon the top of which Buffy had landed--or materialized out of
thin air--was like the others, and there was no reason to suspect that
it was not, since the rest all looked the same, it would be ribbed with
bands of rock that slow centuries of erosion had carved into it. If the
bands were close enough together, they might offer toe- and footholds
that would allow Buffy to climb down to the plain. However, the prairie
was hundreds of feet below; even her Slayer?s strength and stamina
might not be sufficient to endure such a test. She might not be able to
hang on to the ribbed rock surface long enough to make it to the low
grassland, and a fall from such a height would no doubt kill her. Dead,
she wouldn?t be any help to Willow or anyone else. Since Buffy had
endured the humiliating ordeal of allowing her fatherly mentor to fuck
her in the ass to gain access to this demon dimension so that she could
rescue Willow, dying before she could do so wasn?t an option.
Like those of the sun on Earth, the rainbow rays of the demon
dimension?s star were warm and bright. Nevertheless, there was a slight
breeze in the air that chilled Buffy, keeping the Slayer?s nipples
stiff and swollen and keeping her horny. Since leaving Xander?s
apartment, her cock had remained perpetually erect--another side-effect
of the Feral demon?s bite, Buffy assumed, like the male genitals
themselves with which she?d awakened after fighting the demon the night
before, during which event the bastard had bitten her. For the
umpteenth time, Buffy, shaking her head at the absurd sight of the
stiff, upright cock that jutted from her downy girl?s groin, thought
boys were damned freaky. Having an out-of-control cock was totally
weird--and, well, embarrassing. Now, she thought she might understand
better why boys acted so awkward and bashful around girls. They were
probably terrified that their pricks would decide to rear up, stiff and
swollen, and humiliate them. Girls, fortunately, didn?t have to worry
about such betrayals by their own bodies unless they went braless.
Then, their nipples could behave rudely and treacherously, making firm
points beneath tight shirts, blouses, or halter tops. Still, there was
quite a difference between a pair of erect nipples and a raging hard
on!
Buffy?s quandary as to how to reach the plain below her was solved for
her by the pterodactyl-like creature that swooped down from the sky,
seizing her in its long, thick, curved talons and sweeping her from the
lip of the lofty precipice. The great creature carried Buffy across the
landscape below at a speed that made the grassy plain a blur of green.
Before she had time to be frightened, the avian beast had set her upon
the ground, and her bare feet came to a rest upon the soft grass of the
prairie that stretched, seemingly endlessly, beneath the rainbow-
colored sky.
The pterodactyl-thing?s claws had left deep slashes in the Slayer?s
shoulders and upper back, which hurt like hell, but Buffy wasn?t
worried about them. She had supernatural healing abilities. Her blood
was inhospitable to every imaginable germ, and her wounds always healed
at an incredible rate, usually within seconds. If she faced a threat in
this Godforsaken world, it wouldn?t be as the result of a few
lacerations.
Now that she was on the ground, rather than standing at the edge of one
of the mesa tops, Buffy?s perspective had changed. The valley didn?t
seem as flat as it had from hundreds of feet in the air. Rather, it was
a rolling plain, with gently rising swells, like a sea of grass rolling
toward the ice-mountains that reared against the northern sky. She
couldn?t see the river that wound through the center of the valley any
more; it was lost to sight among the gently rolling hills. Had she not
seen it from her earlier vantage point, high above, she?d not have
known of its existence. The soaring tablelands also looked different.
The more distant ones looked like massive tree trunks of rock rather
than wood. The closer ones were like walls in which nooks and crannies
and fissures were discernable, along with lichen- and moss-like plants
in a profusion of odd colors that grew within the deep crevices between
the outcroppings of the banded rock.
The whole landscape, although beautiful in its own, bizarre way, was as
alien to Buffy as the surface of a world in another galaxy, far, far
away would be. Strangest of all, perhaps, was the lack of animal life.
Other than the pterodactyl-thing, she?d seen no signs of any life
besides that of the plants, grass, and flowers. There were no small,
furry, fuzzy animals among the grassy hills. No birds flew in the
kaleidoscope skies. It seemed unlikely that there would be any beasts
among the icy mountains of the north, either. Nowhere, with the single
exception of the lizard-bird that had deposited her upon the plain
below the towering mesa columns, was there predator or prey--except, of
course, for the very predatory demons who held Willow against her will,
wherever they were hidden.
While Buffy stood, surveying her surroundings, her cock still stiff and
swollen, despite any lust or sexual interest whatsoever on her part,
wondering what she should do next to find Willow, a sphere of light,
about the size of a grapefruit, appeared in the air before her, and the
Slayer grinned, delighted, as she recognized the ball to be a guide
sent to her by the witch. Willow and her late girlfriend, Tara, another
witch, often used spheres of light to guide one another to themselves
when they were lost or separated. Somehow, Willow knew that Buffy was
here, and she was directing her rescuer to her location!
Buffy smiled, following the signal. The ball of light was a welcome
sight. It meant that Willow was aware of Buffy?s presence. It was an
act of communication. More than that, it was a connection between the
witch who?d sent it and the Slayer who followed it. As Buffy alternated
between sprinting and walking, she concentrated upon this incandescent
sphere, which was her only link to her friend. She vowed anew to
herself that she would rescue Willow, no matter how great the cost, and
she knew that the cost might be much higher than her having allowed
Giles to fuck her in the ass in order to make Anya?s inter-dimensional
transportation spell work and bring her here from her mentor?s
apartment in Sunnydale. No matter. Whatever the price, even if it were
to be her own life, Buffy would pay it if need be to save her best
friend.
Buffy followed the light sphere to the top of a grassy rise. As she
descended the knoll, the grass before her shifted, and something rose
out of its midst, something green and grassy, like the plain itself--
something huge, of a vaguely humanoid shape. Buffy had no idea what it
might be, but she knew what she and her friends back home would
unhesitatingly call it--a monster. That was all right with Buffy,
though, since, after all, she was a monster slayer.
As the risen entity lunged toward her, Buffy glimpsed its face and form
more clearly; involuntarily, she shivered. Matted vines, resembling
thick, green dreadlocks, hung from the top of the thing?s head. Its
eyes were opaque and white, like the pods of a milkweed plant. Thick
grass formed a dense beard and a heavy mustache upon the creature?s
verdant face, and large, thick leaves formed its ears. Its lips were
roots, twisted into an elliptical shape; when they parted, she saw
large, jagged teeth, of granite, inside its black, cavernous mouth.
Shaggy grass draped its powerful chest and belly. The legs were of
densely packed earth, in which thick vines formed veins and arteries
that carried whatever vital fluid circulated through the monster?s
impossible, grotesque body instead of blood.
As hideous as the creature was, the worst, most hideous aspect of its
appearance was the penis that reared from its grassy groin. A log-like
column of wood about which vines twisted, the phallic appendage bore
small leaves as well as sharp, sturdy thorns. Below the penis, a pair
of stony testicles hung inside a mossy scrotum. Buffy could only guess
what vile substance might spurt from the monstrosity?s balls instead of
semen.
All these observations occurred to Buffy during the instant between
which the monster had spring from within the grass of the field and the
moment in which it seized her with its powerful vine-fingers. The
thing?s grip was immensely strong--and painful--but, fortunately, as
the Slayer, Buffy possessed enormous strength of her own, and she
managed to pry the creature?s fingers from her arms and shove it back.
A look of surprise, followed by an expression of rage, twisted the
creature?s grotesque features, and then it bounded forward again. It
moved fast, considering the fact that it was twice the size of an
average man, but Buffy was faster, and she side-stepped the assault.
The monster?s lunge carried it past Buffy, and she ran, thinking
discretion--and escape--better than senseless valor, in this instance
at least. She had no doubt that she could outrun the fantastic creature
that had attacked her. Males ere all alike, she thought wryly; even in
a demon dimension, the fiends wanted just one thing--pussy. Well, she
was damned if she was going to be raped by a grass-covered freak with a
log for a cock and stones for balls.
She loped across the field, briars and brambles snatching at her naked
legs. After thirty seconds, she glanced over her shoulder. The huge,
grass-covered creature was in hot pursuit, although it was thirty feet
or so behind her; as Buffy had suspected, she was in no danger of being
caught by the hulking predator.
She smiled as she thought that this would-be rapist was one fucker who
was going to be disappointed--and, then, she tripped over a root,
falling headlong into the thick grass underfoot. Fortunately, she was
unhurt. She shoved herself up from the ground, onto one knee, and rose.
She started to run again, when she fell a second time, her foot caught
in another root. She gazed in the direction of her pursuer. The thing
was much closer. Still, she could increase the distance between them
again easily enough. Regaining her feet, she sped off again, tripping
over a third root that sent her sprawling. With a swell of dread, Buffy
realized, as she rose a third time from the meadow, that the creature,
spawned, perhaps, of the grassy plain itself, controlled the prairie?s
greenery; it was the monster that had caused the roots to trip her.
Now, the hideous predator was upon her, and, twists and struggle as she
might, she was unable to free her feet and calves from the roots and
vines that had ensnared her. The meadowland demon pounced upon her.
It was absurd, Buffy thought, what one noticed at the strangest times.
Here she was, fighting for her honor, if not her life, and she was
noticing the small wildflowers that grew from her would-be rapist?s
cheeks, chest, belly, groin, and thighs--violets, periwinkles,
goldenrods, bellflowers, foxgloves, and others.
The demon straddled Buffy, its massive buttocks, formed of hard-packed
soil and rock, resting upon the Slayer?s groin and lower belly,
crushing her erection and her balls as it struggled to force its log-
penis into the cunt behind Buffy?s scrotum. Buffy twisted, wriggling
beneath the demon?s tremendous weight as she struggled to topple the
would-be rapist. If it managed to shove that gnarly log of a prick into
her, its jagged end would rip and tear her pussy to shreds, and she
would die in agony. She fought desperately, but the demon?s weight
restricted her movements, and, as powerful as she was, the demon?s
strength matched--maybe surpassed--her own. It continued to jab at the
rose-petal soft lips of her pussy, and Buffy felt a stab of pain, as if
she?d been poked by a needle. Then, she felt more prickling sensations,
and she realized that her monstrous adversary was about to impale her
with its log-cock. She gave a last, huge, desperate shove, but to no
avail.
The demon screamed, rearing, as a brilliance shone amid the grass,
vines, leaves, and twigs that had formed its misshapen head, and the
milkweed pods that had served as its eyes exploded, spewing their vile,
milky contents over Buffy?s breasts and face, as if the exploding eyes
were ejaculating a foul semen. The remnants of the head, like the
grassy body, was on fire. Thick black smoke poured from the fiery mass
as red, orange, and yellow flames crackled and spat within the
blackening vegetation of the demon?s chest, belly, groin, and legs.
With horror, Buffy saw that the thing?s penis was also on fire. All she
needed was for that flaming member to cauterize her cunt, sealing her
vagina closed forever--or, at least, until some embarrassing and
humiliating surgery, not to mention the need to concoct some unlikely
cover story as to how she?d received such a bizarre injury! Buffy
shoved the demon, and, this time, concerned for its survival more than
its intent to rape the Slayer and weakened severely by the damage that
the fire had done to it, the demon offered no resistance, toppling
sideways. Buffy rolled away from it.
Gaining her feet, Buffy saw the cause of the meadowland demon?s
immolation: Willow?s reconnaissance sphere glowed brightly within the
vitals of the demon. By chance or design, the ball of light that Willow
used to use to communicate with Tara had collided with the demon,
setting it ablaze. Buffy watched the fucker burn. Within minutes, the
would-be rapist was nothing but a charred heap of burned grass and
smoking earth. Buffy scowled at the burning rubbish. ?Loser,? she said.
When she was sure that the demon was no longer a threat to her, Buffy
examined her pussy. It was sore, as if the labia had been pierced with
needles, and she saw that the demon had left two splinters of its log-
penis in her labia. Using her fingernails as forceps, she extracted the
slivers and tossed them upon the demon?s smoking remains, to burn along
with the rest of him. She felt uneasy. Like the feral demon?s bite that
had transformed her into a hermaphrodite, the wounds from this demon?s
phallic splinters, although slight, could have unpredictable
consequences, too, which, like those of the feral demon?s bite, may or
may nor recur. Buffy gulped. She didn?t want to imagine what bizarre,
depraved effects might result from her having been pierced by
splinter?s from this demon?s log-penis.
Looking back to the ball of light--or to the place she?d seen it last--
Buffy discovered that the sphere was yards ahead of her, streaking
toward the ice mountains of the north. If she didn?t want to lose it,
she?d better move. The Slayer ran, following her only link to her best
friend--and the demons who were holding Willow here, in this demon
dimension, against her will. The thought that the witch might be
subjected to the same fate that the meadowland demon had had in store
for Buffy made the Slayer run even faster.
. . . To be continued. . . .
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