". . . a harem!" Willow exclaimed.
Buffy's jaw dropped, and looked with shock at Willow. "Wh-wh-what!?" Buffy exclaimed. She loved dressing up, but this was going really far.
"A harem, you know, multiple wives, one husband, wielding power over the women with a strong iron fist and the wives must obey," Willow elaborated, looking intensely in Buffy's eyes.
"I know what a harem is! But . . . a harem, that's . . ." Buffy started trying out the concept of being Xander's obedient sex slave wife in her mind. That was so . . . that was so, ew. And yet, she was shocked to find out part of her wouldn't mind. She shook her head, so not for her, even as Willow talked.
"The exact opposite of what you are, Buffy. You can't get much more 'not' you, that's what you wanted right? Think about it, obedient, submissive toward Xander and guys in general unless Xander orders otherwise, sweet, always agreeing with Xander, never speaking for yourself, certainly not fighting people and demons. Harem Girl Buffy will be as far removed from Buffy Buffy as you can get," Willow said excitedly, with a simmering anger toward the already left Lotion.
That was true, it did sound like fun for a night, Buffy thought, starting to get into the idea. "A-are you sure about this, Willow?" Buffy wondered. The angry, fiery Willow wasn't the standard Willow, she couldn't chicken out of course, the same went for her, she realized. This was starting to become more exciting, almost forbidden; she could just imagine her mother's and father's reaction to her announcing, 'Mom, dad, I fell in love with an Arab sheik and I will become his sixteenth wife.' Not to mention the feminist outrage in the papers of a nice American girl going in a harem. A secret thrill started filling Buffy; this was so taboo, and so not done, and so not her, that it became more and more thrilling to be for a night.
"What?" Willow asked, actually getting a bit more angry and determined. "You think I don't mean I rather share Xander with you than let Lotion have her?" Buffy blinked at Willow's bluntness. "I'll prove it to you!" Willow told her, taking a sudden step forward and dipped forward a bit. Before Buffy had time to get out of her shock, her best friend's lips pressed against hers in a deep kiss. Buffy's eyes widened to their full extent, shocked at the soft lips against hers, the lovely kiss, and tongue slipping her mouth just a bit and suggestively licking her upper lip. Then Willow pulled back as quickly as she came, the whole kiss have lasted less than two seconds. Buffy blinked with the shock, her right up moved up of its own accord, touching the lips to try and figure out if the kiss had really happened. "Wh- . . . huh? Ho- . . . .wuh?" Buffy managed to mutter out, too shocked at the realization she was just kissed by a girl, by her best friend.
"I'll take that as a yes," Willow grinned, and moved one outfit to the other hand. She then grabbed the still stunned Buffy by the arm, and pulled her along to the register. Xander wouldn't know what hit him, Willow thought, and then came across a pot of green paint. "Even better," Willow said and took a pot. She showed it to Buffy.
"Huh?" Buffy muttered still dazed, and unsure if this was really the way to go, although it appealed to her.
"Orion slave girls," Willow said with an enthusiastic nod. "You remember in the letter? From Star Trek? They are green-skinned. All sexually ferocious and irresistible to human males and such."
Buffy blinked, and then shook her head. She gave the guy behind the cash register a look, bent over and whispered, "Not for me, too much like ferocious, unstoppable Slayer. Want to be something else remember?"
"Okay, only I will wear it then! I'm not ferocious at all," Willow said with a grin. Now Xander /really/ wouldn't know what hit him.
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Buffy looked in the mirror, and asked, "Are we really going through with this?" She was in the red harem girl outfit. The top barely reached past her breasts, which were prominently on display via the deep cleavage. In fact, if one looked closely they could actually see the underside of her breasts peeking just under the top. A see-through, red cloth covered her mouth. Her hair was covered by a kerchief made of the same see-through substance, allowing her blonde hair to be visible. Her long hair came out from under the shawl, displaying her alluring blonde tresses. Willow was wearing the same thing, but blue, contrasting her red hair nicely. Both girls eyes wore made up with dark and black colors, offering two deep penetrating alluring eyes as the only thing truly visible from the face. Their lips were made up bright red, but the mouth-covering cloth hid most of them. Willow's breasts, although slightly smaller than Buffy's, were just as prominent. Buffy had actually delighted in realizing that Willow wasn't as flat-chested as she appeared in her usual outfits.
"Do we have another costume?" Willow questioned Buffy, who shook her head. "Than we don't have a choice," Willow spoke and took in their visages. The frilly earrings, and the frilly edges of the garments, broidered with gold, and green, gave them an additional look of allure. Their stomachs where naked, showing off their belly buttons. The pants part of their outfit had frilly edges as well, and two soft brushes hanging by their hips. Willow's were red, while Buffy's were yellow. The part that kept the pants up was tight, and high cut, not quite a thong but close. Half see-through substance started at the tight panties part and blossomed out over their ass, thighs, and down their legs. This way, if someone took their time, they could actually see parts of the girls' ass cheeks. Also the tiny covering part of the pants, was far too tight and small to allow for panties underneath them, except perhaps a tiny g-string, but what did that matter? When they found that out, it had brought a whole new slew of insecurities and doubts about this idea in both girls, but they had convinced each other, and with each other's support put it on. The pants weren't closed though, in strategic positions, like the outward side of the upper legs and lower legs there were slits - thus as their legs moved, they'd give on occasion sights of their lovely legs.
Finally their shoes. Buffy had suggested to forego the traditional shoes and put high heels on instead. Buffy wore a white pair of her own, while Willow had found a red pair of Buffy's mother that fit her quite right. Buffy had put a letter on the kitchen table explaining the missing shoes, as well as their chaperoning duty. It was almost half past three now, the chaperoning started at four, and her mother wasn't due to return from work until well after five. They looked amazing. Willow only wished she had a tan like Buffy, that she didn't look almost as pale as a vampire . . . usually, for the big difference between the two was that Willow's skin looked completely green from the paint.
Buffy told Willow, "We can cut some holes in sheets and go as ghosts."
Willow was tempted for a moment: this /so/ wasn't her. She did not display herself like this: she couldn't do sexy - what was she thinking? But her anger at Lotion returned, as well as her boosted confidence of the past few months, and a determination not to let herself be beaten down again. "No, we're harem girls for tonight, and me an alien one, you remember what we planned?" Willow answered and then asked Buffy. Buffy nodded, looked at Willow, and smiled. Her doubt was quickly evaporating as well; this was going to be fun.
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Xander didn't know what hit him. He had just rung the bell, and then two visions of beauty, sexiness, and lustful, sexual fantasies opened the door. His jaw dropped, when both girls bowed deeply, actually sank to one knee, or perhaps just almost, and they said together, "Greetings, great master Xander. Please, allow your humble wives to bid you entrance."
Willow and Buffy slowly rose to their feet again, but heads bowed they gestured inside. Xander shook his head, and half stumbled, half walked inside. "Great thousand and one nights, what a . . . harem? With an Orion slave . . . oh, boy." Xander could hardly believe the visions of submissiveness. The two sets of deep dark eyes, with their mouth and nosed half-withdrawn from sight, gave the two an incredible, mysterious sexiness - even his best friend since kindergarten. There was really no way around it, Willow was hotness personified, as was Buffy - but in fact, the green made her more alluring; the ultimate Science Fiction enjoyer sexual fantasy. He let his eyes glide over the clothes and the skin they showed - wondering how their backsides looked in those skimpy briefs with see-through, swirly pipes attached. Then the high heels. Looking back into their eyes he felt himself grow warm. Damn the look both girls somehow put in their eyes. They were both blazing with strength, triumph, intelligence and confidence, while a certain something shimmered there that Xander could only call sweetness, submission, and weakness. The combination made the look practically irresistible. Their nod at his question - and he just new they were giving him a pouting smirk - made them even more alluring. Then Willow decided to go with the role, realizing she made a little mistake. She took off her mouth covering garment, let it drop suggestively slow to the floor, opened her mouth, and licked her upper lip in a sexual predator manner. A shudder ran down Xander's body, before he stated, "I renounce spandex, girls." Xander felt the need to slap himself, the almost possessive 'girls' had just slipped out automatically at their sights.
Neither girls seem to mind though, in fact they seemed to welcome it: tonight they would. Tonight they were Xander's harem. Both fighting off giggles, they gently bowed in gratefulness, displaying their cleavage in an even more inviting manner, and Buffy said flattered, "Thank you, master." Xander realized with some surprise that - unlike he had earlier thought it would - his short time as sex slave in training was not diminishing his appreciation for these visions.
The girls rose back up again, and Xander was shocked at the continued role play game, so he asked, "Are you going to call me that all night long?"
Buffy was too busy stifling her laughter to answer, but Willow managed a confused, yet respectful furrow of her eyebrows, and asked with just a hint of force from her Orion heritage, "Of course, master. What else would we call you?"
That was really too much for Buffy and she burst out in laughter. Willow chuckled along, and Buffy got herself back under control, and said, "I'm sorry, I'll try better."
"As your, master, I should give you a spanking for that," Xander played along, smiling brightly.
Buffy gasped, and exclaimed, "Xander!" She quickly bettered herself, adding, "Master, no, please don't, I'll be better."
"You're forgiven then, wives," Xander said and turned around, offering his arms. The girls hooked their arms into his, and Buffy having her right hand free opened the door.
"You look good to, Xander," Willow complimented with a smile.
"Not as good as you do," he said and stepped outside. Buffy unhooked her arm so she could close and lock the door. That done, Buffy hooked her arm back into Xander's, and she said, taking her costume in for a moment, "We're lucky we live in California."
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The high heels clicked on the pavement, and it affected Xander greatly as he led the two girls through Sunnydale to their school. "Sweet . . . you two are going to get me killed, you know that?" Xander asked a little embarrassed at who, and how they were dressed he had on his arms and what affect it had on him. He really hoped the stirring didn't grow in a full blown erection, and if it did that it was lying against his skin, not forming a tent. These two really didn't play fair.
"Oh?" Willow asked innocently, /much/ to innocently according to Xander.
"If a heart attack won't do it, it'll be the jealous guys in school that will," Xander answered her, only half-joking.
"Thank you for the compliment, master Xander," Buffy answered sweetly. Oh, man! The girls giggled. He was /so/ dead!
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They arrived at the school, and prepared to enter. "Xander!" a familiar voice yelled. Xander turned around and his eyes widened. Cordelia came over, wearing about the same thing as Buffy and Willow, except hers was green and she wasn't wearing high heels but some kind of puffy sandals.
Cordelia paused, taking in Buffy and Willow. Her eyes widened, and then narrowed in anger. How could they /dare/ to wear the same thing she'd decided to wear? Didn't they know you were meant to check first with Cordelia before you wore something to check if the queen of Sunnydale High wasn't wearing the same thing? Buffy's and Willow's eyes narrowed right back, ready to defend their 'master' the way slave girls would from interlopers. The green skin on Willow was a puzzle for Cordelia though, but she ignored it. "Hello, Xander," Cordelia said seductively, while Xander just looked with wide eyes at her. This really just couldn't be happening. "You'll come by the bronze when you're done with the brats won't you." Three harem girls, one an Orion one: what was a hormonal teenager's mind to do but melt down? Xander nodded slowly, feeling himself heat up through his body, especially since Buffy's and Willow's free hands touched him possessively. "Good," Cordelia purred, and then turned around. Xander's gaze went down, as Cordelia purposefully swayed her hips and ass. The narrow high-cut panty-like part of the pants offered up a large part of Cordelia's buttocks. Xander's eyes widened, and imagined his two best friends backsides in the same manner. Oh, boy, there was the erection he'd been fearing-
-No! Control yourself! Icebergs, snakes, castration . . .- Xander thought and it was work-
"Nihau! Xander!" Xander turned his head to the right and saw the Amazon girl, now dressed like another Amazon - namely Wonder Woman - bound to him. She had died her hair black for the part apparently, she obviously hadn't had the time to put in the curls Wonder Woman often had, because her hairdo was further still the same, right down to the ribbons. Her star-spangled panties were high-cut, her golden and red bustier were tight around her large breasts and had a very deep cleavage, her high-heeled red boots with white lines fit her perfectly, the tiara looked awesome, the bullet-proof and laser reflecting cuffs finished the look. "You like?" Lotion asked and made a twirl. Three harem girls - Cordelia had actually stopped and turned to take in her final rival - looked with angry looks at the Amazon.
"Spandex is back," Xander muttered as he took her in. -Oh, no!- Xander thought, as his erection really was unstoppably now. He was relieved as hell when he noticed it was standing straight up, not forming a tent, so his condition could hopefully stay hidden until it went away. But it wasn't his fault! Three harem girls, one an Orion slave girl, and Wonder Woman - a century old man in his death throws wouldn't be able to keep it down. Lotion smiled sweetly, while Buffy and Willow felt disappointed, and pained that it seemed the Wonder Woman get up was more of a hit than their harem girls outfits. Lucky for them, Xander added softly without thought, "Frilly not gone, I'm multi-preference guy now." Buffy and Willow straightened their backs again, glaring at Lotion.
The Amazon took in the Slayer and the redhead, and then said, "I knew it. Pig-nosed girl, and skeleton have /no/ self-esteem and are hypocrites. Look at you . . ."
"Now listen here, you bitch!" Buffy yelled back interrupting the Amazon. "With Halloween you're supposed to come as something you're not! I can wear whatever the hell I want to wear, and it doesn't make me anything!"
"Stupid pig-nosed- . . ." Lotion started.
This time Willow cut in, being dressed like a ferocious Orion slave girl, made this so much easier, "You stop insulting us, three-year-old ribbons-in-your-hair! You're the skank that falls in love with a guy that beats you up!"
"Light house not- . . ."
"SHUT UP!" Xander yelled out, fed up with the fighting girls, his erection gone. They did. "You three stop insulting each other, and start acting like the friends you are, damn it! I'm tired of this."
"FRIENDS!?" Buffy exclaimed in disbelief. "We're not friends!"
"If you weren't, you would have tried to beat her up already, even if you couldn't win! And Willow, you would have complained more about her to me and Buffy," Xander explained, stunning the girls, and then stalked toward the entrance.
"They're not friends of mine! You forced me to interact!" Lotion exclaimed.
Xander turned around, and grinned, "Nope, I forced you not to attack them, I never said anything about simply ignoring them, which you would have if you didn't consider them friends somewhere." Xander then entered the school, disappearing from sight.
The three girls stood silently watching each other for a few moments. "Xander's wrong," Buffy said, and nodded with satisfaction at that statement and followed him inside. Willow and Lotion looked at each other for a little longer, then narrowed their eyes at each other, before following Buffy.
Inside, the band guitarist, one Daniel 'Oz' Osbourne was busy with his locker. He closed it and turned around. His eyes widened widely when he saw Willow and Lotion walk by. The girl he had seen as an Eskimo was now dressed like an Orion slave girl. She looked incredible. "Who- . . . he- . . ." Oz started to call.
With a thud a large guy dressed as a pirate crashed into Oz back first. It was Larry, and he looked around, for a moment a frightened look on his face, as he had just avoided Xander, the guy who had picked him off the ground that morning. Needing to vent his emotions, he latched onto Oz, and growled, "Hey, you little runt! Can't you watch where your going!?"
Oz tried to go around Larry on either side, but was blocked to his utter frustration. "You're the one who- . . ." he tried finally.
Larry shoved him hard against the locker, and said, "Are you speaking back to me?"
Oz looked up annoyed, he could make this a fight, but the girl. He shook his head. "Good, coward," Larry told him and left him. Oz looked back down the corridor.
"Damn," he muttered when he couldn't find her anymore.
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"Buffy Summers, you just love to prove how much of a vagrant you are, don't you?" Snyder's voice sneered at harem girl Buffy. Buffy looked at him, wanting to say something, but Snyder ignored her, pointing and said, "Here's your group. Just don't talk to them, they don't need your negative influence." Snyder then turned around and walked up the stairs.
Buffy ended her angry stare, realizing she couldn't take it out on the kids by staying angry. She turned to her group, bent forward a bit, and started with a smile, "Hi- . . ."
"UH!"
Buffy looked up a little startled, seeing Snyder turned around, and pointing a warning finger at her. Her shoulders slumped, and Snyder continued his trek upstairs. Once he was out of sight, she said, "Come on, guys."
Willow took her own group along, and Xander took in his proteges. "Some tips," Xander said with a big grin. "On sleazing extra candy: tears are key. Tears will normally get you the double-bagger. You can also try the old 'you missed me' routine, but it's risky. Only go there for chocolate. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," the kids shouted happily in choir, nodding their hands.
"Okay, troops," Xander said taking lead. The kids turned as one, where their faces were visible, their smiles could be seen. "Let's move out!" Xander said, pointing in the direction with his plastic gun, and he started walking, the kids - single-file - walked dutifully after him.
Lotion looked at her group of trick or treaters, and then smiled at them. "You guys have luck," Lotion told them with a grin, "if I had forgot to ask friends about trick or treat, I wouldn't even know what to do." The kids looked at each other with dubious expressions after that statement. "Let's go, we get most candy of all," Lotion said, and then led her group outside.
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Ethan Rayne finished his spell to roman god of chaos Janus, and the magic spread outward. Deo felt the magic pass her by when she finished a dish, and looked up. It was just getting dark out, and Deo thought of what she felt. "Hmm, magic," she thought with dread. "Doesn't feel good, don't know much about magic, certainly not western magic. I should look up the expert."
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The nice old lady bent forward and said, "Oh, don't you look cute. Let's see what we've got- . . ." Bent down to look in her goodies bag, she failed to see the kids dressed as demons turn into /actual/ demons. The first grabbed the lady's throat and squeezed hard, growling.
"Hey!" Willow called out in shock. "What are you doing!?" She took several steps forward, grabbing for the 'kid'. A demon next to the first wanted the 'treat' too and reached for the lady. The first demon slapped the second's hand away, and then started fighting each other. The old lady regained her breath, shrieked and fled into her house, closing the door.
"Stop that!" Willow exclaimed, and noticed the change in the boys. She felt something coming, and quickly told the still normal kids who looked frozen in shock, "Go! Run! Ugh!" The kids snapped out of their stupor and ran away screaming as Willow staggered back. Then she stopped, took a deep sensual breath and righted herself. She let her head roll around, stretched her back, and licked her upper lip. "Mmh, whoa, what am I doing here? Where /is/ here?" she said and looked around, noticing the fighting monsters. "What species are you?"
The monsters stopped their struggling, looked over at her, and got up. They growled at the green woman, seeing a tasty treat. Willow bared her teeth suddenly, and growled right back from the back of her throat. She could growl sensually, but this was nothing but a ferocious growl. The monsters went rigid, then turned around, and ran away screaming. Willow righted herself again, pushed her bosom out, and looked around. "Damn," she spoke suddenly. "I better find my master quick, or a way back to him. If he gets angry I'll get whipped again, and I don't want another one already." Willow gingerly touched her ass, and was surprised it didn't sting. She turned around and looked, no characteristic discoloring. "Then again . . ." she said with a sexy grin, thinking she had been away longer than she had thought. Perhaps she had been drugged; but who would beam away and drug a sex toy from her master? Confused she started out to find out answers, and hopefully her master. She paused for a moment, then reached up to her head and found the shawl. With raised brows of confusion she ripped it away. She shook her head letting her red hair toss about a bit, and then settle naturally. Soon she focused on the street, and found chaos.
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Private Xander Harris rose up, machine gun against right shoulder, peering along his scope, ready to pull the trigger when necessary. Chaos everywhere, women and children screaming, and running from monsters - some human, some distinctly inhuman. Private Harris assessed the situation, and realized he didn't have enough intelligence or for that matter a mission briefing on what was going on. He better not come to any conclusions, and only work on self-defense for a while.
A monster jumped at him, and he shot it. The demon dropped to the floor in pain, and to Private Harris' shock he watched as the wound started closing. Quickly he slammed the butt of his machine gun hard into the monster's head. To his relief, the monster slumped into unconsciousness, even while its wound continued healing.
"Master! You are here!" a voice called enthusiastically and Xander swivelled around, machine gun back in firing position. He looked directly at a very scantily dressed, green-painted woman.
"Who are you?" Private Harris snapped out reflexively.
"Who am I?" Willow asked in surprise. "But Master, don't you recognize your third wife, and sex slave?"
"Why would I have three wives? Why would I have a sex slave? And why would I marry a woman who paints herself green?" Xander snapped out his questions.
"Paints herself . . .?" Willow said, and looked down. She looked back up and said in shock, "I'm not painted, my skin is green; all Orions have green skin." She rubbed furiously over her left arm, the color did not change or blur out, "See, master?"
"I am not your master," Xander answered her. Strange, she seemed familiar somehow, and yet he knew for certain he never saw her before in his life.
Willow sighed, and said, "Whoever placed us here, must have tampered with your brain."
"Look out!" Xander exclaimed, and Willow turned around. A demon came flying and her arm suddenly shot out, slamming the heal of her hand in the flying demon's chin, with a quick yell.
The demon flew back and rolled around, surprising private Harris, and Willow hissed, "Don't you dare touch my master!"
"We require a more strategic position," Xander stated calmly, covering the street with his gun.
"Of course, master, but where? I am unfamiliar with this place," Willow said, arched back.
"That way is as good as any," Xander said and started walking, weirded out that the green girl continued to call her master. Willow nodded and followed her master, bent through her knees, ready to pounce, and looking around.
They walked like that down the street, but saw nothing familiar. Until . . .
"AAAH!" sounded and a girl came running from a side street. A blonde girl that was wearing a red harem outfit.
"Buffy," Willow said in surprise.
"MASTER!" the girl screamed when she recognized Xander. She changed course and slid to her knees in front of him. "Save me, master!"
"I am /not/ your master," Xander said in annoyance as two growling demons appeared from the side street.
"Of course you are. You are our great, strong, master. Willow?" Buffy whimpered, looking with up dazzled eyes at Xander, utterly in love.
"His mind was tampered with," Willow said gently to the sweet Buffy.
Xander rolled his eyes in irritation, aiming for the demons, and said, "I think we've got more important things to deal with right now, don't you?"
"You are right, master, as always," Willow said smiling, and turned to the onrushing demons.
Surprising them all, a woman came rushing in, and beat the crap out of both demons in an instant. And then neatly dragged the unconscious demons off the street. Deo came walking over, took the gun in for a moment, and then said, "Do not kill the demons. They are children dressed for Halloween, but magic has turned them into their costumes. Should you kill them, I do not know whether they will be brought back to life when the spell is broken. You too changed into your costumes."
"Ma'am, that is ludicrous," Private Harris stated.
"Of course, everyone knows magic doesn't exist," Willow stated calmly, making Deo look at the two of them. "Perhaps we're in a holosuite that's malfunctioning, that could explain this. What do you think, master?"
Deo sighed, and said, "Get to 1630 Revello Drive, around the corner. She has a key, you can hole up in there." The thirty-something-year-old woman looked around the neighborhood, where the chaos was still going on. Luckily, she considered, most of the ones not affected had already returned screaming to their houses, leaving only the ones affected; and their supernatural existence should keep them mostly safe, or at least alive for the time being. "I'll get to someone who can solve this, now hurry." Deo then ran onward.
"What should we do, master?" Buffy asked whimpering.
Xander took a deep breath, and decided, "We don't have anything to lose, we might as well check out the address. Let's move out."
"Yes, master," the girls answered together and followed Xander down the road.
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Elsewhere in Sunnydale, Spike with four more vampires behind him stepped through the chaos. Pirates fought demons, Jedi fought pirates; damsels in distress ran screaming soon finding a noble knight to protect them, and the occasional unchanged ones were running, screaming and/or hiding similarly. "I like this," the vamped out Spike said with a grin. "Oh, I really like this, I can work with this. Boys, imagine, out here, somewhere, is a Slayer who doesn't even know who or what she is." The other vampires chuckled evilly. "Let's find her, and bring some of the new recruits, I'm certain they'll join us when we explain the treat that is waiting for them." Spike then laughed loudly.
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Wonder Woman looked around her. Magic and demons. She had faced both before, although the latter was more uncommon. One demon was chasing a girl in an elaborate blue dress that was screaming. Wonder Woman always helped those that couldn't help themselves. She flew forward and knocked the small demon out with a solid fist to its chin. The reaction she got from the girl was unexpected though. The girl looked with confusion and fear at her, and then ran onward with a scream.
"Now that was unexpected," Wonder Woman, aka Diana, Princess of Paradise Island and Amazon ambassador to the United States told herself. She looked around, and chaos was truly everywhere. She could start beating demons up or killing them, but until she found out what was going on, where she was and how she got here that wouldn't be very productive. Wonder Woman took to the air, but stayed low so she could keep close watch and get down fast enough if any of the demons were about to attack another innocent. Oddly enough, most of those that seemed human were fighting back, or fighting amongst each other, some dressed as pirates, and cowboys . . . She shook her head, this was just utter chaos, a free for all. "What the . . ." Wonder Woman muttered in shock, lowering herself to the floor. She took a better look, got another glimpse and was gone. Had that really been Spider-man slinging between the houses? That couldn't be; super hero comics didn't really work in a world with real life super heroes, but Spider-man was one of the very few exceptions. The story of a young guy trying to do what's right in a world that hates all super humans had a powerful appeal to the people of her world, and indeed even the super heroes. There were often debates among a few super heroes that ranged around, 'What would you do if you were in that situation?' It was also a reminder that they were probably very lucky with a race of humans that at least accepted them, if not revered them in comparison to that. That really couldn't have been Spider-man, could it?
She shook her head and looked around, seeing a group of three humans or at least humanoids, one a soldier, the other two women in harem girl clothes, one of them with green skin. The outfits were an affront to her feminist sensibilities, but she would reserve judgement. Now, she couldn't quite place the fatigues, they seemed old, but she was pretty certain it was American. He might have an idea of what was going on. She walked to them, and said, "Hail, soldier, I hoped you know what is going on."
Xander had twisted around and pointed his gun directly at a woman dressed as wonder woman. He relaxed his stance, but just a bit. "Not really, everything is chaos, I just heard an explanation but that was too strange for words," Private Harris explained quickly and to the point. "These two civilians have come under my protection, you can join us if you wish."
Wonder Woman frowned, and asked, "Why would I need protection?"
Xander's eyebrows raised, and said, "Because you're an unarmed civilian?"
"I am Wonder Woman," Wonder Woman stated as if that explained anything.
Private Harris looked at her silently for a moment, and then groaned in frustration. "Master?" Buffy questioned uncertain. Willow just looked suspiciously at the interloper.
"Master?" Wonder Woman exclaimed in shock.
Xander shook his head and looked up at the sky, muttering, "Great, two of them think they're my slaves, now a third thinks she's a comic book character. Really awesome! And where's the brass when you need them?"
"Comic book character!?" Wonder Woman asked in surprise. "I'm as real as anyone, and I'm right here. I don't think I should take a slave driver's word for anything."
"Slave- . . ." Private Harris shook his head again, and said, "Okay, Lady, are you coming with us or not. If you do, shut up and follow us."
"What!? I am /WonderWoman/ !" Wonder Woman exclaimed in annoyance. "I don't take orders from a simple soldier. You should be following mine, the governments of the world have given me jurisdiction, understood?"
Xander sighed, everything would soon be even more fubar if he went and followed the orders of a loon, and so he told her, "Look, lady, insane or not, Wonder Woman or not, you can either be part of the solution, or part of the problem. We're going to what was said to be a safe house. You're either with us or not, but if you are, you follow my orders, it's that simple."
Wonder Woman was taken aback by that, and watched as his companions suddenly looked at him with huge admiring - if not downright worshiping - and aroused eyes. It was obvious they were staying with him . . . and she was sworn to protect those who couldn't defend themselves after all. "Fine," she said with a little annoyance. "I'll follow your orders."
Xander nodded satisfactorily, and walked past her. She joined the outer ranks of the little entourage, and watched with the disgust as the two girls looked at the soldier with adoring, obedient eyes. The disgust grew when she noted that the see-through pants allowed her to see a glistening beneath both the girls' crotches. By Hera, they had gotten aroused by his show of masculinity. She sighed, this was going to be a long day. As they walked to this 'safe house', she suddenly remembered Spider-man when she thought over this soldier's claims she was a comic book character. Perhaps she hadn't just switched locales, but also dimensions? Could she be a comic book character here? Things were really getting more strange by the moment.
Xander quickly walked onward, moving his gun from left to right. He had read the street name, and was now reading numbers to find the right one. He ignored several demons chasing a few kids down the street. "We have to help them," Wonder Woman stated when she saw it.
"No, we do not," Xander answered annoyed. "I have no intelligence on the situation, or the mission, and you have been placed under my protection. Until I know more about the situation I will keep reasons for the mission and your safety to go fubar at a minimum."
"Fubar, master?" Willow wondered.
Wonder Woman spoke, "Could letting innocent little children be torn to shreds be part of mission objectives?"
Xander froze, thought, and then rose in defeat, "Fine, I'll go get them, but if they slit our throats in our sleep, I will petition death you be sent to hell. Willow, protect these two." Xander then ran off.
Wonder Woman had in mind to go with him, but the casual way he dismissed her as a valuable asset to such an extent she needed protection kept her rooted to the floor in shock and annoyance for just a moment too long. Buffy leaned over to Willow and said, "They really feebled master's mind, didn't they? He would never have accepted such a tone from a woman."
Willow nodded, and said, "Master, don't worry, when I find who did it, I shall make them pay dearly." Willow suddenly looked up, as she noticed a bunch of demons started to encircle them. "They don't seem particularly friendly," Willow said with a grimace, and putting herself in a ready stance.
Private Harris by now had rounded a corner and was out of sight. Not out of hearing, though. Several shots were heard, while one little demon jumped at the group of three women. Wonder Woman simply caught the demon by its leg, and flung it off in another direction, slamming into a few more demons and bringing them down. Then Xander reemerged, carrying two frightened children. He paused then, and waved at them. The three women saw it, as Willow knocked down another demon, and then the three of them ran toward Xander who ducked into a garden.
A few moments later, with the demons not too far behind them, they ducked into the same garden and house. "Buffy, the key," Xander said gesturing for her too hurry up, while the kids he held up started crying.
"But I don't have a- . . ." Buffy complained padding herself down to show she was right. She bumped against something hard wrapped into something soft near her waist. She looked down. It was a small pouch, which hung from the waist of her pants on a hanger. She opened the pouch and to her shock retrieved a key. Xander rapidly took it, unlocked the door and swung it open.
"Hurry!" called out, taking the kids and handing over one to either harem girl as they rushed inside. "Hurry, hurry, hurry, move!" Xander called out, gesturing for Wonder Woman, who promptly went inside. Xander did too and closed the door rapidly. Just before he closed it there was a loud sound of demons crashing against the door. The door opened a bit with the impact and closed right away with Xander's pushing. He pushed hard against the door to keep the demons out. Wonder Woman joined him in his efforts and a moment later the door was closed and once more locked. "We need to barricade it," Xander said, and he and girls went to look for something. A table, and a few stairs were quickly donated.
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"Hello, Rupert."
Giles suddenly stood straight from alphabetizing his filing cabinets. He whirled around and looked directly at Jenny Calendar dressed like a French Maid. "Jenny . . . I- uh . . ."
Jenny grinned and seductively walked over while saying, "I knew you would be up to this, doing some filing on a nice night like this." Giles found himself blocked by his cabinet as Jenny pressed herself against him. "So I thought to myself, my boyfriend will be all alone, what should I do? And I realized, it was about time we take this to the next level."
"Uh . . ." Giles managed, as his body heated up quickly. Jenny pressed her crotch area, barely covered by a tiny black skirt against his, and then pressed her lips against his. A moment later her tongue slipped into his mouth.
With a whoosh the library doors were swung open. "Stop the smooching," an authoritative voice commanded.
Giles and Jenny quickly parted and a flustered Giles spoke, "W-we were n-no- . . ."
"You were, and we don't have time for this," Deo spoke stopping right in front of Giles and Jenny. "We've got trouble, it seems everyone turned into their costume."
"E-everyone?" Giles asked.
Deo nodded, "Yes- well, actually I think I've seen a few exceptions."
"Like me," Jenny commented, gesturing to her almost pornographic costume.
"Certainly my daughter's future husband and his friends, as well as my daughter were affected," Deo stated quickly. "I felt the wave of magic wash over me, it was almost tangible, I came to here immediately - after kicking out a few customers."
His charges! Giles was all business now, and asked, "Any commonalities to the ones affected."
Deo thought it over, and then said, "My daughter, her future husband and his friends went to get costumes together, it would be the same store; what did she call it again? E- . . . Enad's, no, Ethan's, that's it: Ethan's!"
"I got mine at Party Town," Jenny commented, even as Giles went rigid. It couldn't be, it had to be coincidence!
"Do you have an address?" Giles asked coolly.
Deo frowned for a moment, and then said, "No, but I know it's near Wal Mart."
Giles went over to his weapons cabinet and took out an axe, then walked resolutely out the library, saying, "Stay here, I'll handle this."
"You su- . . ." Deo started.
"Yes," and Giles was out of sight.
"Wow," Jenny purred with a smile.
"What?" Deo asked the other woman.
Jenny grinned at her, and said, "I've never seen his take-charge, bugger-all, determined side, didn't know he had such a side; it's very . . . hmm . . ."
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The demons had given up getting in - for now at least.
"Now that we have time," Willow said with a smirk, walking over to Xander with swaying hips. "Would you like a relaxing blowjob, master?" Willow licked her lips.
"By two of your wives?" Buffy added, coming to stand next to Willow. Xander's eyes bugged out in disbelief. This was just so . . .
"Uh, ladies, I'm sorry, but no, there are children present," Xander tried to get away, pointing at the two scared little kids sitting on the couch.
"Hmm, intercourse, threesome, upstairs, please, master?" Buffy asked.
"No!" Xander said forcefully, but not unkind. "Get your minds out of the gutter, they may be back at any time!" He then walked away from them.
Wonder Woman looked at them, and they looked at her. "You two are disgusting," she said, shaking her head.
"So are you, bitch," Willow hissed out, as Buffy glared at the super heroine.
Xander stopped when he saw the picture on the dresser in the hallway. He blinked, and then picked up the photograph. Two of the girls with him on the picture wasn't a big surprise, but that he was himself on there was. He frowned at the smiling face, and the smiling faces of the girls with him. The redhead seemed very shy. "Hey, perhaps that woman wasn't completely full of it after all," Xander called, then turned around to show the picture.
The three girls came over, and while Buffy and Willow took in the picture, Wonder Woman asked, "Full of it?"
"She claimed we turned into our costumes through magic," Xander spoke with raised eyebrows.
"Magic is real," Wonder Woman confirmed casually, not that the crazy woman had much leeway with Xander. Wonder Woman though, started thinking; costume, Spider-man, comic book character. She was /not/ Wonder Woman?
"Hey, that really does look like me, somewhat," Buffy muttered taking in the picture.
"That can't be me!" Willow exclaimed, practically in horror. "Look at that, all shy, and small, and hiding. Now look at me! I'm not even green on the picture. It's obviously doctored, or she just looks like me, or this is all holograms." Willow looked around the others, "Right, master?" Willow pouted with big hopeful eyes at Xander.
"Yeah, that's got to be it, or not, master?" Buffy said, looking hopefully at Xander, who felt the need to comfort them. Wonder Woman rolled her eyes at the pathetic display.
"That must be it," Xander said, figuring that if the woman succeeded it didn't matter much if they believed their identities now; in fact, it would be better strategically to have them have the mental strength to fight, and not just hide in a corner.
"Oh, good, you're all here, thank god, it's- . . ."
Xander turned, jumped forward and slammed the intruder up against the open door, the nuzzle of the gun against his jugular. "Don't move, scumbag," Xander commanded, and Angel looked with wide-eyed shock at Xander. Wonder Woman looked surprised, and the harem girls stayed back shocked behind their master. "See about the back door," Xander then ordered Wonder Woman who he was starting to suspect was 'actually' Wonder Woman; or precisely a magically induced 'real' Wonder Woman. Annoyed to be ordered around, but seeing the logic in the decision of her doing it, Wonder Woman quickly went to the back of the house.
"What's wrong with you, boy!? Chaos is out there, we need to do something! Buffy, tell him," Angel growled out. When he actually looked at Buffy and what she was wearing his eyes bugged out, and his jaw dropped.
"Tell my master?" Buffy asked confused, but undulating under the appreciative look. She gave Willow a look. The Orion shrugged. "I can't order my master to do anything," Buffy muttered.
"Master?" Angel exclaimed shocked, and then narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Harris, what did you do?"
Xander growled, and told the intruder, "Nothing, and I'm the one with the gun pointed at your throat. You are the one who came barging in here; now who are you, before I pull the trigger."
Angel blinked several times. "You better do as he says," Willow surreptitiously said with a smile, shaking her tush suggestively. "Master never makes empty promises when it comes to punishment. If my ass could talk . . ."
Xander rolled his eyes, while Angel looked shocked at the green-skinned, submissive, sexual predator version of the girl he still saw as the sweet and shy type. Xander was really getting tired of the whole 'master' thing. Sure, it was a nice sexual fantasy for a night, but having mostly strangers go on about it all the time was getting annoying quickly. He pushed the gun harder and said, "Well?"
"I'm Angel, I'm a friend of all of you, you can trust me,"Angel spoke out loud. "We've fought the forces of darkness and stuff like this together."
"You fought in the gulf?" Xander asked with narrowed eyes.
Angel looked at him, and then said, "Yes, I'm still bummed that we didn't finish Saddam back then right away."
Xander looked at the guy, like with the others, despite the fact that he /knew/ he'd never met them before, there was something familiar about him. And the picture of him and the other two proved he should go with that feeling. "Apparently we all became our costumes," Xander commented to the vampire, whose eyes widened in understanding.
"HEEEELP!! AAAAH!" The high-pitched scream penetrated the house easily.
A moment later Wonder Woman returned, and said, "We need to help whoever that is."
"The back door?" Xander questioned as he went to the front door and looked out.
"Barricaded, a chair under the handle, couldn't find a key," Wonder Woman answered immediately; the annoyance starting to ebb away. The soldier's take charge attitude was familiar, beyond even the similarity with Batman from the League.
"I'll go get her, you keep this door closed while I'm gone," Xander said, while pulling aside the barricade. He unlocked the door, and tossed the key to Wonder Woman. A moment later he slipped out, and ran out on the chaos-filled street. He quickly found the source of the screaming. A young woman being chased by five monsters. Without taking her in, he grabbed her, pulled her aside, and shot several warning shots across the demons' heads. He really hoped he wouldn't be forced to kill any kids, he guessed he had to be lucky the first one he shot had a big healing capacity. The demons flinched, and slowed down, half afraid, half confused. It was really all he needed, he grabbed the girl around her waist, and pulled her along back to the house, saying, "Run!"
She did, and so did he. A few moments later they were back inside, and Wonder Woman and Angel were busy closing the door and rebarricading it. "Oh, Xander, you guys, I tried to fight them, but five was just too much," Cordelia Chase said breathing hard.
Buffy and Willow's eyes widened in recognition of the green-dressed harem girl. "Cordelia, you here too?" Willow asked with wide eyes, "Does that mean the others are too?"
It was then that both Xander and Wonder Woman took a good look, and both thought the exact same thing, -Not another one.-
"What the hell are you talking about?" Cordelia exclaimed in confusion.
Buffy clarified, "The head wife, the second, and the fifth, are they here too?" Cordelia looked at her, "The master has six wives remember? I'm six, Willow is three, you're four?" Buffy then pointed at Xander, "Master?"
"ME?! A harem wife!? Of Xander!?" Cordelia blurted out. Then added less powerfully, thinking, about why she had put the costume on in the first place, "Okay, that last is a possibility." Cordelia wouldn't be Cordelia if she hadn't added, "And you went mental when?"
Angel spoke up, "When whatever spell kicked in that made them become their costumes."
"WHAT!?" Cordelia exclaimed and then looked outside, remembering all the little demons. "Oh, shit."
"No, we are not. Magic does not exist, I'm an Orion," Willow stated with conviction.
Cordelia looked at Willow for a while, and then disappeared into the kitchen. Everyone looked at each other wondering. The faucet ran, closed, and then Cordelia returned. She walked over to Xander and splashed the water in his face.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT FOR!?" Xander demanded, and everyone but Cordelia looked with shock at the female Xander, and Xander equally shocked at the high-pitched voice that came from her throat and the sudden tightness of his uniform around his chest. She reached fort her throat with her left hand, and came along an obstruction. She felt her throat and then went down, fondling her left breast for a moment. She looked down, seeing her breasts straining against the fabric, one button threatened to spring open. She took a deep breath - the middle button sprung forming a diamond shape offering of parts of her breasts - and she screamed, "AAAAAH!! What the hell!?"
Cordelia looked pointedly at the female Xander, and said, "Xander, the guy he was before the costume took over, not Private Harris here, fell into a cursed pool of the drowned girl. Now cold water makes him a girl, warm water makes him a guy again."
Private Harris took himself in, and realized the newest member of Harem Girls Anonymous had proven the case, to him at least. "Oh, my god, master?" Buffy whispered in shock. Then rectified herself questioningly, "Mistress?"
Buffy turned to her companion, and the green-skinned Willow looked at Buffy in shock. "You were saying about magic?" Cordelia said coolly. Cordelia then noticed Wonder Woman looking at her, and bit out, "What are you looking at?"
"What you're wearing: degrading, unfeminist," Wonder Woman stated.
"And what do you call yours?" Cordelia told the super heroine bluntly indicating the skintight almost naked costume. "At least I'm mostly covered up, you can't even see my mouth," Cordelia said and pointed at the green half see-through cloth in front of her mouth. Wonder Woman glared at Cordelia and was about to say something when a powerful slam rocked the front door. Everyone turned to look at it, and Angel jumped forward and peeked behind a curtain. "It's Spike," Angel said.
"Who?" a chorus of voices asked, effectively ending their philosophizing about what was happening.
"Trust me, it's bad," Cordelia said with a hint of fear.
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Outside one of the vampires asked Spike, "What will this help? We can't get in without an invitation." A costume demon crashed into the front door again, and then turned away for the second to crash into it.
"We can't, but they can," Spike said with a huge grin. "You two, go around back." To dark-brown demons looked at Spike, chuckled and growled at the same time, and sped off. "This is going to be fun," Spike said, looking around at the at least sixteen demons around him.
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Inside Wonder Woman was pushing back against the door. "Their strength is nothing compared to mine, I'll be able to keep this up for hours," Wonder Woman relayed to the others.
"Good," Xander said with a grin, with any luck between then and now the woman that had known what was going on had solved the problem at the source. Taking charge of the situation had temporarily alleviated her concerns about her now female state, and she was throwing herself into it fully
There was a crash of glass from the kitchen, and Angel quickly sped to it. A moment later the large window of the living room shattered and dropped. "Fuck, Buffy stay with the kids," Xander cursed, and went to the two demons climbing in. Wonder Woman took a step back from the door, when she realized those demons too were going for the window.
Buffy nodded her head in fright, and went to the children, coaxing them to trust her and taking them by hand, one on either side. She returned to the middle, so she had as many avenues of escape as possible to protect the children . . . and herself.
At the same time, Willow quickly appeared next to Xander, baring her teeth at the demon. "You won't touch my ma- mistress," she whispered dangerously, but the ever increasing numbers of demons were not impressed. The fight started a moment later, with a frightened Buffy holding two frightened children by hand watching.
"Buffy!" Xander called slamming the butt of her gun into a demon's face - it would be so much easier if she could just shoot them. "See if the way out back is free!"
Buffy jerked and then fearfully nodded, "Yes, master." She shook her head, rectifying, "Mistress." She quickly sped into the kitchen, taking the kids along, looking frightened as Angel was fighting two demons - one large, one small - that had come through the kitchen door after smashing in its glass, and wiggling away the chair. Swallowing fearfully she went around the table and looked out the window. There didn't seem to be any more demons outside. She didn't know what to do. What did master want? Report now? Or wait till this ally had taken care of the demons? Or take the children as far away right now as possible? She watched fearfully as Angel slammed the little demon against a door post, and it slumped into unconsciousness. The bigger demon tackled Angel to the ground, and Buffy fearfully circled further, away from the fighting couple and closer to the back door, the children went along.
The demon and the man struggled, the monster's mouth coming closer to Angel's neck. With effort Angel twisted them around so he was now on top. He forced the innocent man taken by magic down, and vamped out for extra strength. He the turned around, and said, "Buffy, the frying pan!"
"AAAH!!" Buffy and the children screamed in fright at Angel's vamp face. Buffy on her own added, as the kids started sobbing, "MASTER!! HELP!! HE'S A . . . HE'S A . . . VAMPIRE!!"
"Buffy, no, stay- . . ." Angel tried, but too afraid to think clearly, Buffy ran out the back door into the darkness, pulling the children along.
The demon then gave a howl into the air, and Angel looked down in confusion as most of the demon's struggling ceased. A moment later Xander with the others in tow entered. She slammed the demon on his head with the butt of her gun, and it slumped. "They all just . . . What the!?" Xander pointed the gun back at Angel.
"You're a vampire!?" Cordelia exclaimed in shock. Willow looked ferociously at Angel.
"I'm a good one! Some gypsies cursed me with a soul!" Angel called out in explanation.
"The blonde left with the children, the demons left," Wonder Woman observed as Angel got up and put away his game face.
"That's why it howled, they're after Buffy, they don't care about the rest of us," Angel quickly surmised. He explained, "She's the Chosen One to fight the forces of darkness, the Slayer, and she's been reduced to a frightened s- . . . sex slave."
"We have to find her and the kids, before this Spike does. Move out, troops," Xander commanded and smoothly ran past Angel and out the back door. The rest followed, and Xander said, "Which way did she go?"
"I can follow her scent," Angel said, and as Xander gestured he took point.
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The group walked fast through the night, following Angel's nose. They didn't run, they couldn't quite afford to run into traps, or lots of demons. Wonder Woman was annoyed. The green-skinned girl, and the other harem girl was who was annoying her. Both wore their outfit with a sense that it was them, although Cordelia somewhat less. Willow though, was worse, the same as the third, the blonde, they seemed to wear their subservience, their submissiveness, their stature as slave wife, as property with a righteousness, and almost pride they shouldn't be. They were human beings, women, they should be free, not chained and shackled. Even if it was a spell, she couldn't understand why the apparently very smart woman, and the other an independent champion of good would lower themselves to even put on a mere costume like that. It was . . . wrong to the Amazon.
"I do not understand you," she started looking with narrowed eyes from the 'Orion' to the Human. "Why would you lower yourselves to this? We are women, we are meant to be free, not slaves to a man's every whim. You are doing a disservice to everything feminism has fought for, for the past seventy years. How can you toss that just aside?"
Willow looked confused at Wonder Woman, and said, "Huh? I'm not from this planet remember? I've got no idea what you're talking about."
"Like feminism is so good," Cordelia mocked the super heroine. "I've heard the sounds from them lately; men are bad this, men are bad that, men are pigs thus. Hell, I've heard them say men should be locked away in cages, and only left alive for procreation."
Wonder Woman nodded painfully, and said, "All right, there are some bad apples, and the press seems to enjoy putting them on more for the sensation, but still the basics of equality are something that women are striving for, you're setting it back."
"By wearing a Halloween costume?" Cordelia asked incredulously as they walked along. "Besides, even if it weren't a simple Halloween costume, and Willow and Buffy chose this way of life on their own free will, they still wouldn't set back the movement."
"Whenever a woman chooses a man clearly above herself, she sets examples for girls to do the same," Wonder Woman answered her.
"Bullshit, the first thing of equality would mean women have equal free choice to choose their way of life like any man has," Cordelia argued getting worked up. She had always considered Wonder Woman and her views on feminism and others thinking like her as detrimental and Wonder Woman hypocritical. "That means /any/ choice even becoming a man's effective sex slave. You wish to take that very freedom of choice away from women again, and force them to choose something that is only sanctioned as 'good woman choice' by you and 'the movement', effectively destroying their freedom of choice and the very essence of equality and feminism." Wonder Woman had gotten darker with every moment that Cordelia's speech continued, especially since part of it ran uncomfortably true. Cordelia suddenly stopped, turned around and faced Wonder Woman directly. "In fact," Cordelia began, looking eye to eye with the amazon, as the others stopped and soon were going to intervene, "those women who chose this way of life, to become this sex slave, to wear these types of clothes constantly, obey, follow their own inner sexual desires, going straight against the party sanctioned female way of life, against what common ideas about good for women are, are some of the greatest feminists of these days. They take their right to choose, and do so, and let me tell you, against all criticisms and looked down upon, enjoying this degradation, wearing these clothes, because that's the way they feel, makes them much /stronger/ than you are. I mean, look at you, super strength, enough power to lift buildings out of the ground, and still you think the only way to defeat a man is flash him some skin - that's truly weak."
Wonder Woman was steaming by now, and said, "You take that back, or else I'll show just how 'weak' I am."
Cordelia just smirked, as Xander tried, "Now, ladies, we don't have time for this estrogen bat- . . ."
"Weak is right, you won't even lay a finger on me," Cordelia told the super heroine superiorly.
"That does it!" Wonder Woman exclaimed and pulled her fist back for a devastating punch. Her eyes widened when she felt her golden belt leave her middle. She looked down and saw Cordelia pull it away with her left hand. A moment later Cordelia planted her right fist into the Amazon's stomach and she doubled over with an oof. The cheerleader followed up with knee to her face, making the Amazon stand back up with a bloody knows. A right backhand followed and Wonder Woman dropped to the ground, and lay there unconscious.
Cordelia took a step forward and triumphantly held the golden belt of strength above the downed Amazon, and said, "When all your power and speed comes from an accessory, don't ever face the queen of accessorizing." She dropped the belt with a grin, and wiped her hands several times together in a 'that's that' manner.
The other three had gathered around, and looked dumbfounded at the defeated Amazon. "I can /not/ believe you," Xander muttered, while Angel looked equally dumbfounded, and Willow looked proud at the mistress's fourth accomplishment.
"Believe it, Xan," Cordelia said with a grin.
"You just knocked out Wonder Woman!" Xander called out in disbelief.
Cordelia nodded, "Yep."
Xander stood straight up, looked at Cordelia and said, "We're already outnumbered three to one at least, not counting the rest that's running around here, and then you go and knock out -Wonder- -Woman-!" Xander pointed heatedly at the defeated super heroine.
Cordelia blinked, examined that statement, and blanched. "Damn! I did it again! When will I learn not show off my superiority, aah!" she yelled at herself, stomping the street in frustration.
Private Harris slammed her head in her free hand and groaned. "All right, soldier, pick her up, I'm not leaving a man behind," she ordered looking at Angel. The vampire hesitated for a moment but then nodded and went to pick up Lotion come Wonder Woman.
Cordelia got an idea and took the belt, putting it on herself. "Hmm, now to test it." She looked around and quickly walked over to a car, grabbed it, and pulled with all her might. It didn't move. "SHIT!" Cordelia cursed and turned back to the others. "It only works with her."
Xander groaned, and ordered, "Let's move, we don't have much time."
"Yes, mistress," Willow answered sexily, and Private Harris groaned.
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Giles found himself in front of Ethan's costume shop, and resolutely entered. The door was open strangely. Once inside, he looked around, peering into the darkness.
"Ripper old friend, how have you been these past years?" a familiar voice spoke, and an equally familiar face became visible as the man it belonged to walked into the light.
"Ethan . . ." Giles hissed in angry recognition, "Rayne. I thought it was you, this has your stink all over it."
Ethan chuckled walking a little further, as Giles slowly walked around the table in the middle of the shop toward his old friend. Rayne spoke, "Look at you, mild-mannered, sweet, nice Watcher. Did you convince your Slayer this is really you? If she only knew. I'm right aren't I? A Slayer is the only reason you could be out here."
"A Watcher is what I am now," Giles said, the two men slowly coming closer.
"No you're not, Ripper. You may think you are, but beneath, there's still the good old rampaging Ripper," Ethan said with a grin.
"How do I break the spell?" Giles asked, gripping his axe better.
"Now why would I tell you, a mild-mannered watcher that?" Ethan asked with a grin.
A moment later the axe's handle smashed across Ethan's face, and he went down with a groan. "Not so mild-mannered," Giles hissed and continued his assault.
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Buffy breathed hard, running for all she was worth. She had broken off the heels of her shoes a while ago already. She and the kids had just entered a misty alley, filled with boxes and a truck. She had the distinct feeling she had chosen wrong. A pirate suddenly emerged on top of the truck, climbing around. He let himself drop to the asphalt, took in Buffy and said, "Arrr, now aren't you a tasty morsel."
Oh, my god! The kids weren't sobbing or crying anymore, they were just in shock. Buffy was slowly backing up, thinking, -Master will come save me. He will, he'll sweep in, like a knight in shiny armor, and save me! He won't allow another man to touch his property.- She squinted her eyes, willing it to be true, while the pirate was close enough she could smell his disgusting sweat.
"That far, and no further!" a female voice claimed, and footsteps came up right next to Buffy and the children.
Buffy opened her eyes and looked at the female soldier that was her mistress, "Master! I /knew/ you'd come and save me!"
"Heh, heh, two tasty morsels for the price of one," the pirate said, and lunged with his sword. Xander pushed the children and Buffy back, while she threw herself into the pirate's path. He used his gun as a shield, for the sword. The two weapons got entangled and dropped from both their hands. The tangle slid underneath the truck, out of reach. With a growl the pirate threw a punch, which Xander automatically deflected off to the side, and landed a solid left hook. The pirate's head snapped to his left, and then his whole body was just launched off his feet and slammed against the metal wall of a warehouse, then slumped to the ground.
"What the . . .?" Xander questioned and looked down at her hands. She had for a moment doubted if she had any strength as a woman, but what she just did attested to extreme amounts of strength - she'd have to be mountain of muscle to do that. There was something she had done . . . automatically.
"Oh, yeah, did I forget to mention you're an accomplished and very strong martial artist in your normal state?" Cordelia said from behind her. Xander whirled around and saw his group had caught up when he had gone ahead seeing Buffy's and the children's predicament.
Of all the timings: growls could be heard, and the group of demon hunters - now not quite so - looked around. A vampire appeared on both sides of the alley, along with several demons. A few of them too on the roofs ahead. Spike was one of those and he jumped down, landing smoothly. He took a drag from his cigarette, pulled it out, and said, "Well, well, well. What have got here? An outnumbered group of weakened goody two shoes . . . eat them."
Growls and roars followed as the demons and vampires charged. Xander smashed the first one into the wall, and ordered, "Inside!" They ran into the warehouse, to make their final stand.
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Giles' fist crashed across Ethan's chin, blood spurting forth. "Watcher training is pretty good, as well as expected to be followed regularly to keep in shape," Giles said, and kicked the other man in the stomach, making him double up in a fetal position, groaning and moaning. "Don't you agree Ethan?" Giles had a few cuts, and a bruise, but nothing like the condition Ethan was in.
Ethan spat blood at him, and said, "Go toss a salad."
Another fist smashed in his head, and it slammed hard against the wooden floor. "The spell, how do I break it?" Giles prepared to kick again.
"The bust!" Ethan exclaimed quickly. "Destroy it!"
Giles turned around and found the Janus bust standing on the table. He quickly reached over, picked it up, and smashed it on the floor. As it shattered, a white light flashed outward.
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Things were not going well. The kids were huddled beneath a stack of wooden boards. Lotion/Wonder Woman was lying nearby, with Angel in front of all three as protection, but he already had bruises and three demons were attacking him simultaneously. Buffy had gone into a corner, frightened to death, but Spike had grabbed her, pulled her back, and was taunting her before biting in her neck. Willow was being held by two powerful demons against another stack of wooden boards, while a third was ready to tear out her heart. Xander and Cordelia were fighting back to back against all the other demons. Although they had managed to knock out two demons, the others had managed to land some hits, and especially Cordelia was worse for wear. Not to mention, how long would they stay unconscious? Perhaps it was time to kill the innocent children.
"Well, ma'am, I must say you've been an incredible fighting experience for a civilian, it's been an honor. If you have any ideas, apart from killing innocent kids, now's the time," Xander told her with a grimace.
Cordelia thought, and suddenly she did have an idea. "Order your slaves to fight with everything they have, tell them trust their inner instincts, you still had them, so should they."
Xander turned her head and eyes to Cordelia for a moment, and gave a face that said, 'It's worth a shot.' "Willow, Buffy, fight with everything you have! Trust your inner instincts, now!"
"What!?" Willow exclaimed while she kept the third demon at bay with an outstretched leg that wouldn't last long, like she wasn't doing that already. Angel looked incredulous at what Xander had just said.
"Master?" Buffy whimpered, with Spike's fangs above her.
The bleached-blonde vampire looked up for a moment, and grinned, "No use fighting, Slayer, time to bloody well die."
"That's an order!" Xander stated forcefully, blocking another hit.
"Yes, master," both harem girls replied.
"OOF!!" Spike groaned out as Buffy's knee smashed into his stomach. With a yank her hands were free, and she followed it up with an uppercut to Spike's chin. The Brit was launched off her and landed painfully on the ground. With a quick jump Buffy was upright. She looked down at herself in shock, and then grinned.
"My turn," she said as Spike sat up and looked at her. Her right elbow slammed back, a wooden beam splintered, on piece shot up into the air and Buffy caught it, now having a stake.
Willow in the meantime, had channeled a magic spell Jenny had taught her without thought, speaking the words. The demons holding her were dislodged with a quick burst of pushing energy. Willow then grabbed the thrust of the third demon intended to tear out her hard, twisted and threw him over her shoulder. One of the first two demons had recovered and lunged. Willow twisted into the lunge, twisted the arm and sent the demon tumbling onward, crashing into his counterpart. The Orion stood straight, and looked astonished at her hands for a moment, muttering, "How do you fire energy from your hands?" She then charged a few of the demons surrounding Xander and Cordelia, who started to attack instead of just defend themselves.
Buffy clubbed the back of her makeshift stake across the back of a demon's head to her right - one that was surrounding her master - and it slumped promptly down. She jumped instinctively, made a twisting back kick in the air, slamming her foot into a vampire's head and staggering him back. A moment later her stake slammed into the vamp's heart and it dusted. She turned around, did the same with her stake, and wacked another demon across the head.
Xander smoothly jumped over her, and she knew why. "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire!" Xander called as she flew through the air. The vampire about to grab and bite Buffy in her neck, didn't know what hit him. A hundred punches to his chest in less than a second crushed most of its bones. To finish it, Xander made a final powerful punch across the vamp's face and he was launched twisting around his axis backward passed the entrance, and slamming in the wall across the alley.
"Thank you, mistress," Buffy said with a grin, twisting a demon's arm behind its back and tossing him against another. Cordelia in the mean time was fighting side by side with Willow, who seemed to work quite well together. Angel in the mean time had gained his second wind seeing the change in the battle and had knocked away one demon already.
"Bloody hell! That's it!" Spike roared getting up fully, adjusting his leather duster. "Everyone on the slayer! You bitch are going down." The demons turned toward Buffy who was now standing back to back with Xander. Xander attacked several attacking demons, while Buffy clonked another over the head with the back of her stake. She turned around to parry one of Spike's punches, then another. She bit her lip, this guy was a lot better than the others, she was starting to get self-doubt again.
Suddenly the demons flew back, or were brought to their knees: one teenager, and a lot of little kids appeared at the same time. The kids started crying almost instantly, many asking for their mothers. The Scoobs wavered for a moment, and then looked clear from their eyes, straightening. Buffy grabbed one of Spike's punches, grinned at him, and said, "Guess what, Spike, you couldn't beat me as a sex slave, what are you gonna do now?"
Spike growled looking at her allies focusing on him. He made a faint with his free fist, and kicked her against the knees. With a yelp at the pain, Buffy let go, and Spike turned around, ran, and jumped up on a stack of wood boards. Lexa tried to go after him, but Spike jumped again, kicking the stack over in front of Lexa, and disappeared through another exit.
"Damn it! He got away!" Lexa cursed angrily.
"He'll get his soon enough," Willow said arriving with the other two. She took in her outfit. Cordelia joined, and so did Angel, holding a slowly coming to Lotion.
"What hit me?" Lotion moaned.
"I did," Cordelia said with a grin, but realized she much rather face Wonder Woman than Lotion so she put the smile away. "It was really necessary, you weren't yourself," Cordelia explained at the glaring Lotion.
"Can you remember anything?" Angel asked them.
Willow, Lexa and Buffy looked at each other. "Yeah, somewhat, hazily," Lexa answered.
"Like being inside but not having control over you're own body," Buffy said, feeling extremely odd about the experience.
"Really weird," Willow added.
"Like large parts of you shut down, one piece brought forth, and enhanced and changed," Lotion added, making the other three look at her, and then look down. "I think I speak English better now," she added with large, blinking eyes.
"Are we going bronzing or what?" Cordelia asked annoyed.
"After we get the kids back to where they belong," Lexa said with a grin.
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Giles turned around, and saw Ethan was gone. His voice sounded before he completely left, "See you around, Ripper, you haven't seen the last of me yet."
"Bloody bastard," Giles muttered.
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Later in the Bronze
Buffy and Willow - just back from dances with a few guys who had loved to dance with a few harem girls, and some science fiction fans with an Orion slave girl - stood at a table, and watched Xander - male once more - dance with Cordelia and Lotion at the same time.
"So, what did you think?" Willow asked curiously, finally mustering up the courage to ask.
Buffy looked at her, and from behind her cloth asked, "About what?"
"Being a slave girl of course," Willow whispered.
Buffy sighed. "Definitely not for me," Buffy said, and shuddered. "I'd like to take some action on my own, not go 'oh, master' every moment of the day, wanting to please him sexually all the time. And the constant rivalry with the other women; even with you but more friendly, nah."
"Yeah," Willow said looking down. "But . . . well . . ."
Buffy grinned and said, "I know, on the side you were all ferocious and go-getting, all sexy like an Orion woman is, eh?"
Willow blushed, but that was invisible beneath the green paint, and said, "Yeah, but . . . your boyfriend - Xander perhaps - an occasional role play night?" Buffy flushed and looked away. Willow grinned, then rubbed one hand over her green-painted arm and looked at the smeared out paint. "I'm just glad the skin turned back to paint," she said.
Buffy turned back to her, and said with laughter, "Are you ever! I still think you look like an evil smurf!" Willow mock-glared at her friend.