Author Note
I've not posted anything for a while as I've been writing whatever took my fancy so it's all a bit of mess in my document folder.
Slayer Gothic - Wishverse 2
Part 11.
The Hog's Head. Hogsmede.
Harriet Potter wasn't very pleased with the choices that her three closest friends had made. Not that long ago she'd made them an offer they shouldn't have been able to refuse, an offer to join Damien's harem as she had so that they could go on adventures together to different worlds. Ginny's family had outright forbidden such a thing, this made sense due to how protective they could be, but Hermoine and Luna should have easily agreed to the proposal given how much it offered them.
In a sense, they had been convinced, just not as Harriet had expected. Hermoine had drawn up a special contract, that was somehow magically binding, that gave Damien the right to have sex with the two witches, and to call upon their services, but the two wand-waving girls were going to finish their time at Hogwarts first and then go one to study at the College of Winterhold like Morrigan currently did rather than live at the hotel or the mansion.
The three young women were currently sitting at a table within the less pleasant of the two pubs in the village, as this place was better for private conversations, and while so far they'd not touched their drinks, they had ordered a round of Butterbeers if only to stop the owner from giving them evil looks.
As Hermione went over the finer points of the contract, which Damien would have to read and sign before they went into effect, Harriet spent her time wondering how crazy you had to be to chose to go back to the Wizarding World when you could just leave. As such as she loved Hogwarts, returning there would be like choosing to go back into prison. The people in the Wizarding World loved her one moment and hated her the next, and authority figures who should be looking after a girl in school kept trying to kill her.
Her life with Damien with so much better than in this world. Even her education was better as she didn't have that many classes these days, psychology 101 having been shut down, and she was free to leave the campus whenever she wished. At the college, no one knew her as anyone other than Harriet, and they didn't expect her to save them, although she had done it a couple of times when helping Buffy deal with some bad witches, and no one had tried to kill her, at least not directly. She didn't mind that much as she had new friends with powers and her own magical prowess had greatly grown since she'd joined Damien's group.
As if that wasn't good enough she got to see other worlds, hang out with more new friends, and even got to go into space in a real space ship, and met real aliens, even Hogwarts couldn't compare with that. Sure there were scary things out there but her boyfriend and her friends could handle them. They had a lot more than just wands for dealing with the monsters. Even now he was off saving people in another universe after dropping her off in this world to spend some time with her godfather and school chums.
Also, she lived a mansion in Californa, a place were it rarely rained or was anything other than sunny, and she had a big room all to herself that she'd been able to decorate as she pleased. That was a big step from the smallest bedroom of the Dursley's suburban home in Little Whinging or a dorm room she had to share with other girls, the novelty of that had long since worn off.
Harriet wasn't a material girl, not so long ago everything she'd owned could have been kept on her person and in a school trunk, however, these days she had more gold stashed in her bedroom than she did in her vault at Gringotts, and her room was packed with stuff she'd either been gifted with or that she picked up on her travels.
"Do you think he'll accept the contract?" Hermoine asked.
Despite her disagreement with this idea, she could understand why her two best friends wanted to finish school and go to the College. Hermoine had a thirst for knowledge that rivalled any member of Ravenclaw House and the College had a massive collection of books, a collection of information about another world was just too tempting for her even without the practical lessons. Harriet knew that her friend wanted to bring back some of that knowledge to this world so that be the one writing the books rather than just reading them.
As for Luna, her love of magical animals was well known to young Miss Potter, and Skyrim had a massive array of what Hagrid would refer to as 'interesting creatures' and the College had enough information about them to keep even Luna living in the library. Perhaps Luna would come to live in Sunnydale one day, but Harriet didn't think that Hermione would do more than visit because she had career plans that included becoming Minister of Magic.
"I'm sure he will" the former Chosen One told the bookworm "He does actually like you two and wants you to be happy".
Harriet would have liked for things to work out different. But this wasn't the end of the world. Buffy had assured her that the end of the world was really a big deal even if most people never noticed it nearly happening.
"The contracts do benefit your boyfriend" assured Miss Granger.
"We can still come to visit and have a threesome," said Luna.
For a few seconds, it became clear that their conversation wasn't as private as hoped as Miss Lovegood was getting some odd looks.
"Err yes" Hermione awkwardly agreed "I did put that in there".
She needed something to make it look enticing.
"I guess I'll see you later then," said Harriet as she stood up "I promised Padfoot that we'd hang out".
After saying their goodbyes and giving each other hugs the three witches went their separate ways. Harriet to her godfather's place, Hermoine back to the school, and Luna to the shops.
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The Jovis. In Orbit of the Dragon Age World.
While it was true that I no desire to kill Flemeth, Morrigan's mother, I had promised the Witch of the Wilds that I would do this and she'd sworn herself to my service for the foreseeable future in exchange, going so far as to offer to wear a collar that would make her more submissive towards me if I did what I was about to do.
Despite her wanting to be here it was an odd sight to see Morrigan, a character from an RPG, standing on the bridge of Star Trek ship, and she was wearing what I considered to be modern clothing. She wore a pair of boots with a high heel, a pair of jeans that drew my attention to her butt, even more than normal, a purple top that was made from silk and the top would stop covering her breasts at the slightest tug of the thin straps that kept it in place.
"Are we ready for the weapons test?" I asked while pressing a button on the armrest of the captain's chair.
Sure this vessel was no warship like an Imperial Star Destroyer or even a starship meant for exploration and diplomacy such as the Enterprise, it was a mere freighter, but it was my ship and right now I lived the dream of my younger self. I commanded a vessel that could fly faster than light.
"If by the test you really mean to blow up an old woman's hut with a "Little Boy" then yes we're ready to go," said a mildly irate sounding Fred "But this is stupid".
Little Boy was the codename for the type of atomic bomb dropped on the Japanese city of Hiroshima on 6 August 1945 during World War II. It was the first nuclear weapon used in warfare. The bomb was dropped by the Boeing B-29 Superfortress Enola Gay and had a blast yield 15 kilotons of TNT. Should this weapon be deployed correctly it would wipe out Flemeth's home without her even becoming aware that she was under attack. If she'd actually die I didn't know, nor did I much care.
"Will I be able to see the explosion?" Morrigan wondered.
She'd be able to as the viewscreen had zoomed in so well that we could see smoke coming out of the hut.
"You may fire when ready," I said over the comm.
The nuclear device wasn't beamed directly into the shack rather it appeared above the crude dwelling and dropped for a few seconds as its countdown finished. The device was signalled from the ship after it was beamed off to avoid any accidents. We didn't see that part, but we did see the Flemeth's hut get wiped off the map, and the destroyed land left afterwards once the image had cleared, something that took a while.
"It's totally gone!" Morrigan said with a gasp "Such power!".
Magic was cool and all that, but if you really wanted to rearrange the landscape you needed the kind of technology that ended wars.
"There my part of the bargain is done," I said.
Morrigan reached into her pouch of holding and took out one of the Collars of Submission that Lenore had crafted. She held it out to me and then got onto her knees so I could place it on her. Which was very sexy.
"Get ready with another nuke" I ordered the folks in other parts of the ship "It's time for our mission to Horizon".
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Sanctuary. Horizon.
"Get as many people as you can onto the ship!" the alien babe with the lightsabers yelled.
Ahsoka raced down the ramp her two blades lit and since she'd flown the Outrider to this place I really hoped that she came back soon as she was the only one of us who could fly back into orbit and dock it with The Jovis. This didn't mean that I or the asari commandos that I'd come here with were stuck on this planet as I could open up a portal if I needed to. In fact, that turned out to be the smarter thing to do as the tide of humans and aliens who wanted off this planet would overwhelm my ship people carrying capacity in sort order.
The panicked mob were easy enough to direct through the portal as at times such as this humanoids act more like sheep than intelligent creatures so I just had to get their attention and direct them to the gateway to another universe. Given a choice between a strange hole in reality and getting dragged away by the husks, that were either under Cerberus or Reaper control, they went through the portal.
Lucky for them it leads to the refugee camp on Bajor which had been set up for asari and human refugees from this universe, not everyone going to Bajor was a human or an asari, but it wasn't as if I could prevent certain races from using the portal while allowing others through, and even if I had been able to do such a thing I wouldn't as it would mean turning back screaming children and the families who were just trying to stay together.
As for the Starfleet officers and the Bajoran militia at the camp, they would just have to do their best to get the freaked out people settled in at the camp until they could be moved elsewhere. The planet of Bajor couldn't even support its own population so the only hope for the panicking mob, once they got to that planet, was for the Federation to settle them elsewhere, and sooner rather than later.
That wasn't my concern, and while I had altered the deal made between a branch of the Citadel Council government and the UFP, I figured that the bleeding heart liberals that ran the Federation would find a place for the people I was sending to their universe. They'd likely consider these people from another universe as a means of enriching Federation culture, or something along those lines.
My concerns at this time were focused on making sure that Ahsoka Tano was okay and that my ship remained intact. I didn't want any panicked civilians trying to take off in it. I'd spent quite a bit of time and effort getting the Outrider upgraded and while I had a bigger ship the smuggler's vessel held a special place in my heart. I might even finish learning how to fly it.
As for Ahsoka, I managed to move to a spot that allowed me to see what she was doing and to say that I was impressed would be an understatement. The former Jedi moved so fast that a normal human wouldn't have been able to track of her motions and I assumed that the alien babe was making use of the enchanted items I'd acquired for while calling heavily upon the Force.
She was a whirlwind of death for the Cerberus troops and husks who'd been trying to corral the many humanoids here to some horrible fate, those people who still here were trying to get through the portal to what they hoped to be a safe place. Yet despite the actions of the husks killing them wasn't Ahsoka's objective, she simply wasn't wired that way Her every action was aimed at defending the fleeing people and she wasn't holding back. Bodies were cut in half, heads were removed and gangs of bad guys were sent flying by telekinetic pushes. She even more powerful than I'd imagined, and this made sense as this version of her was older than the one in the Clone Wars series.
Wanting to help I aimed my new tri-beam laser rifle at something dangerous and opened fire. The weapon had the appearance of a "sawed-off" laser rifle, missing the tube on the bottom length of the barrel, and because it was rather shorter than other models. The emitter fired three laser beams with each shot. While uncommon in the wasteland, this sort of weapon could be brought if you had enough caps and knew where to shop. Also, this weapon needed a lot of maintenance and it went through power cells quickly, but I wasn't a wasteland scavenger. Plus I had Kaylee and Fred, both of whom were geniuses, to look after my advanced weapons.
I couldn't move too far from the portal that I'd set up as it might collapse or something less than friendly might use it to chase after the refugees, and I was limited in how I could help Ahsoka as I needed to preserve as much of my energies as I could for making the portal home, but I was able to fire my laser rifle a few more times, burning holes in Cerberus troopers that weren't reacting well to Ahsoka killing all of the husks.
It wasn't until some Phantoms turned up, which are agile Cerberus agents with a wide array of offensive and defensive capabilities, including particular specialization in evasive manoeuvres and firing from cover, that I really got to see what Ahsoka Tano could do in a fight. She couldn't fly, but she could jump and bounce off walls all the while twirling her fancy laser swords in a display that could be considered a deadly form of art.
Phantoms were known for using personal barriers created by their biotics for greater protection in battle, only this didn't compare to the power to the power of the Force, and while their monomolecular blades allowed phantoms to engage in close-quarters combat with a trained Force-User they simply couldn't match lightsabers.
The Phantoms could even briefly cloak in order to recover from injuries, alas for them Ahsoka had the Force as her ally as so they were unable to hide from her. When she was done and the refugees were gone, she deactivated her weapons and picked up a monomolecular blade which she handed for me.
"These swords are pretty good," she told me, "I think someone with your speed and strength can do something with them".
Then we both looked up as for a moment a light in the sky appeared, and it was so bright that it could be seen in board daylight, before vanishing.
"I think the transporter trick worked," I said.
Since it would likely only be successful in taking out a Reaper the one time it would be best for us to leave before more of the space ship sized cyborg cuttlefish arrived.
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The Jovis. In Orbit of Horizan.
Winifred Burkle was many things, a former slave, a theoretical physicist who knew more about the practical side of her research than she would have liked, a traveller to different dimensions, a member of a harem, and now the commander of a freighter that could very soon be reduced to debris that floated in space.
"That's a Reaper isn't it?" she asked.
Fred was glad that Gothic had gone to the trouble of getting some more asari commandos to fly his ship and to help him on missions as if it had just been her on the bridge she'd have become a mess at this point, but she didn't need to be scared as they had a plan.
"Yes Miss," said one of the asari commandos "A Destroyer".
She knew from the codex entries that Destroyers are a type of Reaper that appear during their galaxy-wide invasion in 2186. They are approximately 160 meters in height; smaller than a Reaper of Sovereign's class, which measure over two kilometres in height. Destroyers make up the majority of the Reaper fleet and are believed to be created using harvested species that are for some unknown reason not used to build Reaper Capital Ships.
While relatively small in stature at least when compared to larger classes of Reapers, they still possess a formidable capacity for destruction due to their main gun being easily capable of destroying cruisers in seconds. Unlike Capital Ships, they have four main legs, along with five jointed appendages encircling their "head". The frontal plates of a Destroyer can fold to the sides, exposing a powerful beam weapon. They are used to escort the capital ships, destroying, often going after smaller targets such as frigates. On the ground, they are capable of unfolding their legs and walking around on a battlefield so as support the different kinds of husks, becoming extremely powerful heavy walkers. They are nigh-immune to any ground vehicle fire and not at all fragile in space. More than a match for a freighter, even one with Star Trek technology.
Thankfully they wouldn't be getting into a firefight.
"Kaylee you can do the beaming over trick now," Fred said,
In another part of The Jovis, a human woman called Kaylee would be working with a couple of quarians to transport an armed nuclear device over the Reaper that was even now slowing down as it took an interest in the strange vessel that was in orbit of its target.
The Reaper actually did detect the strange energy readings involved in this mode of transport, and since all the Reapers were linked to the Artificial Intelligence within the Citadel, as the nuke went off and blew the Destroy up, having ignited its element zero core, the AI was able to link the two events and start figuring out what had happened.
As such it was unlikely that the trick would happen again and the Reapers would soon send more ships to find out more about what had just happened, but by then the Jovis would be gone. Gothic would soon return to the ship and using his magical powers as well as an object that some powerful magical pokegirl had made for him, they'd be able to escape this universe before more Reapers turned up. First, they needed to transport up any remaining normal life signs they could find below, it would be too late for many, but perhaps they could save a few more people before they left.
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Magic Box. Sunnydale.
While I had once again hired the services of the Order of Taraka, which was some ironic since in another life they'd hunted me, to hunt down both Spike and his insane girlfriend, I was still acting carefully until I knew for certain that they were gone. Drusilla was known to be a Seer and that might allow her and William the Bloody to avoid the assassins even if they did have to skip town and go somewhere remote, but she was mad and the assassins would just keep coming as long as I paid for them. Sooner or later the assassins would get them or I would.
I'd even made a special request for Spike coat, which had cost me a pretty penny as assassins don't normally take requests, and that was as if at all possible for Spike's coat to be sent to me, not because I wanted to wear it, but because it had belonged to another Slayer.
Nikki Wood was a Slayer based in New York City during the 1970s. She was notable for her relatively long tenure of seven years as a Slayer, as well as for being one of the few known to have been a mother. In 1977, Nikki met her end at the hands of notorious vampire Spike, who took her leather jacket and continuously wore it from then on. Her Watcher was Bernard Crowley, who raised her son Robin Wood after Nikki's death.
On July 13, 1977, Nikki and Spike had their final showdown inside a New York City subway train. Nikki was able to pin Spike to the floor and repeatedly punch him, but, as the train went through a dark tunnel, the vampire took advantage and switched positions. Nikki begged to be able to return home to her son, but he strangled her, before breaking her neck. After admiring her coat when they first met, he removed it from her body
My intention was to send the coat to the Season Seven character Robin Woods to let him know that this mother's killer had finally been dealt with. I didn't know if that would bring him some sort of peace or make him pissed off at me, but he should have it and Spike wearing it was an insult to all Slayers as far as I was concerned.
Because the two deadly vampires were in town my group in Sunnydale needed to be more careful. Tonight Tara was working late at the Magic Box so I'd decided to stop by to check on Tara as while she could apparate herself home the store was open to the public and it was after dark so she could be attacked. Sure she could teleport and defend herself with magic, but she could still be taken by surprise.
When I showed up she was just closing the doors for the night and she still had to put up banners for a sale the next day and restock the shelves as a lot had been sold during the day's trade. Being the boyfriend I am, assuming boyfriend was the right word to define me in this situation, I told her that I'd be more than happy to help her out so we could get out of there before it got too late
Tara headed to the storeroom and pulled out the ladder so she could hang a "For Sale" banner over the candle section in the centre of the shop, and while that might seem like a fire hazard the candles wouldn't be lit while in the store. I couldn't imagine why anyone would since the scents included the essence of slug among other more sensible scents.
This store was partly owned by the two Watchers who lived here in town and mostly they ran it with only a little help from the girls I had here in Sunnydale. It made a good cover for them as they both knew a lot about magic and no one found two men reading books on the supernatural to be odd in a store that sold things to people who believed in the supernatural.
I was now putting out some knick-knacks on a shelf when Tara asked if I would hold the ladder steady for her while she climbed up on the top rung. I do remember that I told her I would hang the banner but she insisted on doing it her self. Tara liked this store and I'd made arrangements for her to inherit my share of the business should anything happen to me. I wanted her future to be secure.
She looked down at me and smiled when I told her she was in good hands and not worry that I'd catch her if she fell. I looked up right as she lifted her leg up to the next rung and I looked up Tara's skirt, which was shorter than normal so that I could see her bare shaved pussy. It took Tara a couple of minutes to hang that banner and the whole time I stared at the cunt I didn't get to see often enough. Tara and I fucked enough, but she didn't walk around our home naked, unlike Buffy who would do that if I asked.
When she climbed down off that ladder I was so deep in thought I didn't hear her speaking at first. Her soft giggling brought me around and she gave me one of her sweet smiles.
"So I guess I can't blame you for peeking," she said, "Maybe I can give you a bonus for helping me. We can do something a bit different".
I put the ladder back into the storeroom. When I came back into the main room of the store Tara had moved over to the counter and was sitting near the cash register as she counted out the day's receipts.
"Lock up for me" she requested "and then go sit down".
Tara rarely said anything to me that sounded like an instruction so I did as she asked. Once she was done with the tasks that one of the Watcher's would normally handle the witch came over to me and got down to her knees. While down there she gave me a look that made me think she was a bit scared.
"Sir, I've never done this before," Tara said in a voice that was timid, but she didn't stutter "I just want to show you how much you mean to me".
Tara fumbled with my belt and zipper until my jeans were wide open. She then caressed the lump my cock formed in my boxers and she looked up at me with her eyes that were full of affection.
"Why does it have to be so big" she muttered.
She then slid my boxers off along with my jeans. By now my dick was so hard that it could be used to knock things off the shelves. Tara stared at my cock like it was could hurt her, not that it could on her own. She then leaned in and licked my prick from my balls all the way to the tip. Soon her tongue had travelled over every inch of my dick until it was slick and wet.
"I've done this for anyone," she told me "So don't be mad if I'm not any good at it. I've watched Buffy do this for you and it makes you happy".
Before doing anything else she pulled her blouse off and threw on the table. Tara then stood and I leaned in so that I could take one of her pointy nipples in my mouth and I gently sucked so that some of her flavoured milk came out. The shy witch lactated for me thanks to magic from the pokegirl world and she was able to flavour the milk using a special creme she applied to her breasts.
While my hand cupped and fondled her one tit and my mouth worked the other she ran her nails through my hair as she often did when I drained her funbags.
"Let me feed you later," she said while stepping back "I want to focus on you, Sir".
My harem wasn't normally so formal, but I didn't question this as Tara backed up and soon shed her skirt so that was now standing completely nude in front of me. She got back down to her knees and did her best to suck my cock as Buffy would have at a time like this, but she gagged and went back to licking it.
"Straddle me" I ordered, "I want you to ride my cock".
She nodded slowly to me and then eased the head of my dick into her hot crack as her legs wrapped around me. Tara grunted as my dick stretched her tight hole. It took her a while to start moving as she wasn't used to this, but before long Tara's hips moved up and then slammed down all the way and she screamed out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"It hurts!" she called.
I quickly grabbed her hips as she tried to extract my big cock out of her violated pussy, and when she accepted that she was going to make me cum this way the witch began to move. She didn't cry or scream and she even did her best to smile at me, but I could tell that if I were anyone else she would have gotten off me without delay.
"You belong to me" I reminded Tara.
She nodded.
"I love you" she then said.
This surprised me, as did the ease that I felt when telling her how I felt. I'd not realised how much she meant to me until she came out and told me her feelings on the matter. She was feeling bold today.
"I want to stay with you" Tara let know as she did her best to keep my cock inside her while moving her hips "Don't leave me behind".
She must be worried that I'd fly off in my space ship and never come back. I could guess that she feared that I found her boring compared to my other companions. This simply wasn't true all my girls were special to me, just in different ways.
"I won't" I promised, "now make me cum".
Tara focused her efforts on doing just that, she moved her hips in different ways, trying to get me to cum inside her. With my strong hands, I grabbed hold of her sides, so that I could help her with this. She wouldn't be going anywhere until I'd filled up her wet cunt with my seed. It took time for her to manage this as she as she was used to me fucking her, but I cum inside her, and she didn't mind that at all even calling out my name as I pasted her pussy with my sticky mess.