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Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer, Part VIII
By Cal Y. Pygia
Another torrent of semen rushed through the cavernous vagina, sweeping
Buffy before its irresistible force. Again, she felt millions of fresh
sperm wriggling over her bare flesh, thrashing their whip-like flagella
against her erect nipples, puffy areolas, pert breasts, concave tummy,
downy pubes, stiff cock and bunched scrotum, rounded ass, and shapely
legs. The male sex gametes were all over her, writhing and squirming for
all they were worth in their frantic, desperate attempt to locate an egg
that may or may not exist within the planet pussy in which they swam.
Rather than attempt to resist the deluge of the thick, viscid fluid that
filled the demon dimension's gargantuan cunt, Buffy let herself be swept
along by its current. Although she held her breath, she'd swallowed
several mouthfuls of the warm, salty semen. She could feel oversize
sperm swimming over her tongue, against the insides of her cheeks, and
against the roof of her mouth. Resigning herself to the act, she
swallowed yet again, drinking this last mouthful of the demonic seed.
The latest flood of semen swept the Slayer rapidly through the tunnel of
rock-become-flesh. Buffy let her body go limp (except, of course, her
nipples and cock, which remained steadfastly erect). Within minutes,
she'd come to a channel that led off to the right, deeper into the
subterranean world of the planet's pussy, entering what she supposed
must be one of the Fallopian tubes. The sperm continued to race and dart
against and about her, seeking the demon-egg.
There were no additional floods of ejaculate from the monstrous prick
that, presumably, had released its load inside the cavernous cunt.
Apparently, the entity to which the enormous cock belonged, whether
physical or incorporeal, had exhausted its supply of seed and withdrawn
its virile member. Now that no further semen spurted into the planet's
pussy, the flood began to recede, and Buffy let the warm, thick fluid
carry her back toward the entrance to the passageway, where she could
see the faint radiance of the rainbow-colored sky without. As she
floated upon her back, past the stone-flesh walls of the cunt,
surrounded by questing sperm, great gobs of the thick, viscid semen ran
down the curved sides of the pussy and dripped from its ceiling, often
splattering Buffy anew. Occasionally, some of the salty seed would fall
into her face. She wiped it away with the semen-smeared back of her
hand. Buffy had been fucked many times--by Angel, by Parker, by Riley,
by Spike, and by others--and her own cunt, on a much reduced scale, had
suffered this same irrigation from their cocks, filling with their semen
and sperm. She'd never before experienced an ejaculation on this scale
and from this perspective--no woman had; now that she had, however, she
felt a kinship toward her own pussy. She felt sympathetic to her cunt
and the near-violence of repeated ejaculations (to say nothing of her
male partners' repeated pelvic thrusts and penile jabs) that it must
endure.
The semen carried Buffy to the opening of the cunt, and, as it oozed
forth, she rode a crest outside, onto the limestone lips of the pussy's
labia.
She'd lost precious time, and Willow was still in the hands--or claws--
or tentacles--of the demons who'd abducted her. For all Buffy knew, they
might, even now, be having their way with the witch. Buffy had already
had visions of what demons "having their way" with Willow might
represent, and she didn't want to think about that again--it had been
horrible. Instead, the semen still running in slow, meandering streams
down her breasts, belly, genitals, thighs, back, and ass, and the sperm
still frantically darting up and down and across her bare flesh, Buffy
waded through the pool of semen that had washed back out of the planet's
pussy and made her way across the solid rock of the labia. She resumed
her trek toward the north, at a right angle to the sun that, now that
dusk was at hand, was sinking in the west. She hoped that the sphere of
light with which Willow had been directing her might reappear to direct
her again, but she had no real hope that it would. Unless the ball of
light did reappear, the gigantic fortress atop the ice mountains to the
north seemed Buffy's best chance at locating Willow's captors.
The extreme oddity of a planet's being equipped with a pussy occurred to
the Buffy, of course, but she dismissed the thought. In her career as a
vampire slayer, she'd seen countless bizarre phenomena. A planet pussy
was weird, no doubt, but it wasn't necessarily any stranger than many of
the things Buffy had witnessed, including her possession of male
genitals in addition to her own pussy, courtesy of the Feral demon's
bite she'd received yesterday--or had it been centuries ago? Time seemed
to stretch toward eternity in this damned demon dimension. Poor Willow
must feel as if she'd been here lifetimes already, suffering the
unspeakable acts perpetrated by her demonic abductors.
She did consider one thought, though, as she trekked toward the
mountains of ice. It was one to which her mind returned from time to
time, for, although any final answer was elusive, the topic was
irresistibly interesting to her, possibly because, as the Slayer, she
had seen so many bizarre spectacles. She'd even researched the subject--
a little--when she'd attended Sunnydale High and, later--for a brief
period, at least--UC Sunnydale.
Why did people--and, apparently, demons--find that which was perverse to
be so engrossing, even, oftentimes, titillating. As an example, she
considered her current hermaphroditic state. When she'd awakened
yesterday, she'd been horrified to observe that, in addition to her
pussy, she now sported both a cock and a pair of balls. She'd always
found a penis and a scrotum full of testicles a handsome, exciting sight
before, when they'd adorned the masculine physiques of her male lovers.
When she'd seen male genitals protruding from her own groin, however,
she'd shuddered at the sight. They'd filled her with disgust.
Immediately, she'd wondered how to get rid of them. Over time, as she'd
become accustomed to them, she began to enjoy the sight of the male
genitals, especially after the dangling, flaccid penis had become erect
and stood upright and proud before her girl's tummy. Having breasts, a
pussy, a rounded ass, shapely legs--and a cock and balls--was exciting.
It felt somehow wicked and, at the same time, delightful. It felt
sinful.
Buffy recalled watching Xander fuck the guy on his construction crew.
Unannounced, Buffy had come to see Xander after she'd visited Willow's
motel room and had found that the witch wasn't home. Admitted by
Xander's dad, Buffy had descended the stairs to the basement, which
Xander had converted into an apartment that he rented from his parents.
When she'd seen Xander and his friend in action, she'd uncovered her
friend's deepest secret. Xander, whom she, like everyone else, had
always supposed was thoroughly into chicks, was a bisexual. Talk about
something incongruous! The sight of a stiff, hard cock shoved through
the wide-stretched anus of another man, whose own half-erect prick and
balls are left to jiggle and sway between his spread thighs while he is
brutally assaulted, was totally inconsistent with Buffy's image of both
Xander and men in general. All the guys she'd ever known, except Larry,
one of her high school's jocks, was heterosexual. Seeing Xander pumping
his cock inside another man's ass had been shocking, to say the least.
Nevertheless, once she'd processed the information, she'd found the
memory of seeing Xander in such a compromising position to have been--
and to be--very arousing. Even the thought that his cock and balls were
doomed to failure in the sense that they could never fulfill their
biological destiny by impregnating another male was exciting to Buffy
because the frustration of the genitals' purpose--and, on a more cosmic
level, she realized, God's will--was, although evil and sinful,
titillating.
Two women having sex was also sexy because forbidden. When she herself
had had sex with Anya, Buffy had been more than merely aroused. Licking
the demon's pussy had been heaven. Of course, even the thought of
lesbian sex should have seemed like hell to both Buffy and Anya.
Instead, Xander's former fianc?e had enjoyed Buffy's tongue action as
much as the Slayer had enjoyed slurping, licking, and lapping at the
hard bud of Anya's erect clitoris and the dewy petals of her wet, slick
labia. The very idea that she was performing cunnilingus upon another
woman was wildly thrilling--and not simply because of the physical
sensations--indeed, the thrill was more due to the perverse nature of
the act than anything else. Two women could no more conceive a child
than could two men, especially when their only form of sex was oral. The
inner tissues of Anya's watermelon-red cunt, the flood of her warm
juices, and the slick lips of her labia against Buffy's probing, lapping
tongue, like the proximity of the demon's hairy cleft, was exciting in
the extreme, and Buffy's own pussy had been soaked behind the stiff male
organ that jutted from her downy pubes.
The ancient Greeks had known something of the excitement that
manipulating nature could effect. What was a centaur, for example, but a
reshaping of creation? Nature had made horses and men as separate
creatures; in combining them, the Greeks had transformed nature,
flouting the will of the Creator. The same was true, in general, of all
art. For example, the Beatles, not God, had created "kaleidoscope eyes"
and "marmalade skies," just as, from his observations of, and thoughts
upon, life and human nature, William Shakespeare had created Hamlet,
Prince of Denmark and hundreds of other fictitious characters. Each was
his creation, not God's, just as each of his plays was his version of
reality, not God's.
The thought that the frustration of God's will should be sexy, should be
arousing, was also very disturbing, for, she knew, that sinners--
unrepentant sinners--would suffer forever in hell. Damnation was the
ultimate price that one must pay for delighting in the ways of the flesh
and the ways of the devil, for "the wages of sin are death." To be
delighted at the prospect of eternal anguish was astonishing, but isn't
that what alternative sexuality, centaurs, Hamlet, demons, and her own
hermaphroditic state suggest, ultimately? Weren't they all frustrations
and perversions of the will of God? It seemed that, as a Slayer, Buffy
served the will of God, for she was his scourge, but did she not, at the
same time, serve her own will--and, possibly other wills as well, which
were, at times, at least, antithetical to the will of God? Wasn't a
delight in wickedness itself a wickedness? Wasn't an attraction to that
which was perverse an act of sin? If so, did such an attraction lead,
eventually and inevitably, to an endless, tormented existence in just
such a demon dimension as the one in which Buffy found herself at the
moment?
Although, as she walked through the darkening, twilight countryside,
Buffy continuously wiped the coating of semen from her bare body, it
seemed that she couldn't wipe away the thick, viscid seed completely.
She still felt the squirming, wriggling sperm as they swam this way and
that across her breasts, belly, groin, legs, back, and ass. She made a
face as she remembered, from her biology class, that sperm--human sperm,
at any rate--could live for twenty-four hours or more after they'd been
ejaculated. Did that mean that she'd still be covered with writhing
sperm as late as tomorrow evening? It would be just her luck, Buffy
thought, sighing.
The Slayer stepped on something that felt nothing like earth or rock or
plant. It was shaped like a cylinder, and it was as thick as her wrist.
It wasn't soft, but it gave under the pressure of her bare foot, and she
sprang back, thinking she'd stepped on some sort of serpent. Then, a
safe distance from the snake or whatever it was she'd stepped on, Buffy
gazed down at the ground. Her eyes widened at the impossible thing she
saw. She hadn't stepped on a snake, and she hadn't stepped on a vine or
a root. She'd stepped on a phallus! All around her, as far as she could
see, the demon plain was thick with phalli. They grew from the prairie,
the way that cacti or mushrooms might grow, in profusion, but, instead
of being composed of leaves and stems, these phalli were fleshly. They
grew out of the ground, like plants, but they were erect penises, with
fleshly shafts, pink, domed glans, and thick blue veins. Some were
topped with clear drops of dewy fluid. She wondered whether their
testicles grew, like bulbs, beneath the ground. Could these fleshly
penis-plants impregnate or would they be sterile? Buffy certainly did
not want to know.
The Slayer didn't remember seeing this small forest of phalli before
she'd begun to trek cross country, but, then again, she'd been lost in
her own thoughts until now, speculating upon why some people, herself
included, seemed fascinated with the bizarre, the eerie, the uncanny,
the paranormal, and the supernatural each day. Maybe she'd been walking
among them for several minutes without being aware of them. Fine, she
thought, This was just what she needed--a fresh crop of stiff, hard
cocks. This was one fucking weird planet, even for a demon dimension.
She shook her head, deciding to quicken her stride. There were hundreds,
probably thousands of the pricks, on every hand, but she could clear
them--she hoped--before twilight turned to darkness. If possible, she'd
just as soon not camp in the middle of a forest of erect penises. Camp?
She hadn't thought she'd be spending the night in this godless place,
but, now, it was obvious she would. She judged that there was only half
an hour of daylight left, if that, and she hadn't found Willow. In fact,
she had no idea, really, where the witch was. She wasn't leaving without
her best friends, though, not if she had to spend a dozen or a hundred
or a thousand nights on this wild world. Even so, she didn't have to
sleep upon a prairie full of cocks.
Walking much faster, Buffy watched her step, dodging the pricks that
jutted from the ground. The penises were from five to twelve inches,
pink, brown, reddish-brown, and black in color, with pink, purple,
chocolate, or muddy brown mushroom heads. Some ran with a white, sticky
fluid. It wasn't sap, Buffy suspected, but semen. Perhaps, as she'd
imagined, they did have subterranean testicles.
Although she hurried, Buffy stepped high. She stepped gingerly. She
stepped cautiously. She hadn't liked the feel of the cock under her bare
foot, soft but not squishy and round despite her having flattened it.
She didn't want to step on another one.
Instead, she tripped over one--a big one.
She fell headlong into a patch of the damned things. She felt wetness
against her cheeks and chin and lips. Licking her lips, she tasted salt
and realized that the moisture was semen. The cocks glistened with the
fluid of their thick, viscid seed. She grunted in disgust as she shoved
herself away from the foul members. Getting a knee under herself, she
started to stand when a much longer penis, wavering in the air behind
her as if it were the tentacle of some predatory beast, rammed itself
between the smooth, round cheeks of her bare ass, seeking the tight
little opening within the sleek, compact globes. Reaching behind her,
Buffy seized the trespassing organ in her fists and yanked it from
between her buttocks. Holding it at bay, she stood, just as a second
cock sprang up between her legs, darting between her labia and into her
pussy. Keeping a grip with one hand on the first prick, Buffy now
grasped the second with her other hand, wresting it from her cunt. She
felt like the infant Hercules, strangling the snakes that the jealous
Hera had sent to kill him in his cradle. A third penis rose past the
Slayer's breasts, shoving itself between her lips and into her mouth. It
was thick and hard. As it slithered into her throat, she choked, her
eyes widening in fear. Releasing one of the other attacking cocks, she
pulled the third member from her gullet. The released penis streaked
toward her pussy, and she stepped back, stumbling over a clump of pricks
that grew directly behind her. Tripping, she fell, and a bed of penises
looped over her, their purple and muddy brown tips seeking to pierce and
to penetrate her anywhere they could gain an entrance. Several probed
her anus. Others prodded her cunt. Still others poked at her mouth. Once
or twice, a penis also shoved itself against her ears and eyes. Buffy
shrieked, afraid that she might be fucked deaf and blind by the lively,
writhing cocks.
. . . To be continued. . . .
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