"What makes you think I did something?" Willow asked, trying to figure out what was going on.
"You are a horrible liar Willow," Buffy said, "and Xander's acting all weird."
Xander, who had been staring at nothing, turned to Buffy. "I am not acting weird."
"No weirder than usual anyway," Faith offered with a smirk.
"Weird how?" Willow asked.
"He keeps looking at nothing and saying he can sense something animalistic and Willow-like," Buffy explained.
"She's distracting you," Xander said absently as he tried to get a feel for what was coming.
"Hey!" Willow exclaimed, upset Xander wasn't taking her side, not that she had a side, before slumping a little as she recalled they weren't exactly best buds anymore.
"Enough stalling," Giles said firmly, looking over the top of his glasses and directly into Willow's eyes. "What have you done?"
"Uhm…" Willow shrank back. "I helped cast a spell to recover a necklace, but it failed, that's all."
"What kind of spell?" Wesley asked curiously.
"A temporal fold spell," Willow admitted causing the two Watchers to stare at her in shock. "What? I already said it didn't work."
"Temporal spells are by their nature both incredibly complex and extremely dangerous," Wesley said, "miscast there is no telling what they could summon."
"How does that connect to X?" Faith asked.
Everyone turned to Xander who was sniffing the air, eyes unfocused.
"Xander," Buffy asked cautiously, "are you OK?"
"Yeah," Xander said absently, before blinking and shaking his head. "What?" he asked.
"Now that you are back with us, what's with the… sniffing?" Buffy asked.
"I was sniffing?" Xander asked surprised. "Sorry, just trying to get a sense of whatever she is."
"She? It's a she now?" Buffy asked before sighing. "It's Xander, of course it's a she."
"Sounds like there's a story behind that," Faith said with a grin.
"More a mini-series," Giles replied dryly.
"So Red summoned a 'she' who X can sense?" Faith asked, finding the whole situation more amusing by the second.
"An animalistic she," Buffy reminded her, "like the hyena."
"You think she may have summoned a primal possessed Willow from another timeline?" Giles asked.
Buffy considered that. "Yeah, let's go with that."
"It would explain why he could sense her, having previously hosted the same spirit," Wesley grudgingly allowed.
"This is bad," Buffy said.
"I don't think handling a second Red is going to be all that hard," Faith said amused.
"When Xander was possessed he was… hard to deal with," Buffy said uncomfortably.
"Primals have strength and speed on par with a Slayer," Wesley explained, "sometimes even surpassing them, it's only the degradation in their mental capacities that allows The Slayer to deal with them."
"They get stupid," Buffy translated.
"You can say that again," Xander agreed, "but then Willow doesn't feel stupid… just lonely."
"I think the loss of her pack, if she were summoned alone, would cover that," Giles pointed out.
"Not getting the stupid aggressive feel," Xander said.
"Maybe she just got possessed," Buffy offered, "after all it took a bit of time for the stupid to kick in."
"Maybe," Xander said unsure before turning towards the door his intent clear.
"And where do you think you're going?" Buffy demanded.
"To find Willow," Xander replied. "I can't just wait, Sunnydale is dangerous, and she may not even know about vampires."
"Other Willow could be really other and never have met me," Buffy realized.
"Or come from a world with no vamps," Xander said.
"Fine, but I'm coming with you," Buffy said.
Xander looked at Buffy as if weighing things before nodding. "Fine, but unless she attacks us, you keep the stake in your pants."
Faith snickered.
"You're being a little overprotective for someone you haven't even met," Buffy pointed out.
"It's Willow," Xander said as if that's all that needed to be said.
"No, I'm Willow," Willow reminded him.
Xander ignored her as she had been ignoring him since the fluke. "Buffy, you know how aggressive you can be and we don't need you setting off any primal instincts here."
Buffy considered that. "You do know more about what it's like than I do. Fine, unless she tries to eat your face, I'll be quiet."
"Thanks, I appreciate that," Xander said giving Buffy a thankful smile.
"I'll get things set up to help remove the primal," Giles said. "The sooner we remove it the better."
"Don't we need a hyena pit?" Willow asked.
"No," Giles said. "Since that incident I've looked into the matter more closely and we can bind the spirit to an item and then destroy that item to send the spirit back where it belongs."
Wesley looked surprised and then intrigued. "I think I know what you are planning and it seems so simple in retrospect, but the binding ceremony is considered black magic."
"The ceremony itself is not," Giles countered, "though the uses it has been put to almost always are."
"I think I'll come along," Faith said, not really caring, but curious as to how this was going to play out and not wanting to hang around Red and the Watchers.
"That's enough people, we don't want to spook her," Xander said quickly, not wanting either Willow or Wesley to invite themselves along.
"Shouldn't take too long, we'll be back with you before you know it," Buffy told Willow who'd been doing a poor job of hiding her emotions.
Xander left, letting his instincts guide him. Even if he was hurt over what had happened with Willow and the way she was ignoring him lately he couldn't let her, even another her, get hurt and this one was already hurting.
"How sure are we it's a… primal?" Faith asked Buffy, as Xander walked like he knew where he was going, ducking into the Restfield cemetery just a few blocks away.
"Pretty sure," Buffy replied.
"Xander!" a strangely dressed Willow exclaimed excitedly and ran towards him.
"Wait-" Buffy began, but Xander was already sprinting towards the red haired girl and she had to hurry to catch up.
"Xander, Xander, Xander!" Willow exclaimed, peppering kisses on his face as she wrapped herself around him the moment she was within arm's reach.
"It's OK, Wils, I'm here," Xander said holding her tightly.
"Not a primal I take it?" Faith asked amused.
Buffy stared at the two fluffy tails that had wrapped around Xander and the Willow they were attached to. This Willow was wearing a black spandex mini-skirt and tube top, which almost distracted from the pointed ears and slightly sharper features. "Nope."
"Weren't you supposed to stop her eating his face?" Faith asked as the fox-Willow attempted to extract Xander's tonsils.
Buffy sighed as the two didn't appear to be stopping anytime soon. "Guys," she said, trying to catch their attention. "Hey!"
Willow reluctantly pulled back. "Did you want something?"
"Making out in a graveyard isn't exactly safe around here," Buffy explained.
"Why?" Willow asked.
"Vampires mainly," Faith said, knowing this was going to ruin Red's day and wanting to see it. While she'd admit she wasn't the easiest person to get along with, the comments the red haired hacker had made about her under her breath about Faith were way out of line, so she was definitely looking forward to the response this was going to get.
"Like those?" Willow asked innocently, pointing to the side.
Buffy and Faith turned, hands reaching for stakes and spotted a trio of vamps, who realized just who they were facing and were caught between fight and flight.
"Burn!" Willow called out, snapping the fingers on her free hand and causing the three vamps to burn to ash in less than a second. "Did I do good?" she asked Xander eagerly.
"You did great," Xander assured her with a smile, shaking himself out of the hormonal haze he was in.
Willow purred like a cat.
"Can primals do that?" Faith asked Buffy.
"No and Willow would need a lot of preparation and a couple minutes of chanting to pull that off," Buffy said. "But we should still get back to the library to talk to Giles."
"Then you can make out in the library," Faith told them with a grin. Willow was going to flip.
"I like libraries and we'll have less interruptions indoors," Willow agreed, nuzzling Xander.
"Giles should be able to help you find your way home," Xander told her, feeling a pain at the thought of being separated from her, even though they'd just met.
"I am home," Willow told him, giving him a squeeze.
"This isn't your world," Buffy tried to break it to her gently.
"I know that," Willow said rolling her eyes "My world sucks and Xander is dead, he died saving me. The moment I could sense Xander, I knew I wasn't in my world."
"So, you know I'm not your Xander," Xander said softly.
"You are always my Xander," she said firmly. "Same person, same soul, different history, that's all," she explained.
"I doubt your world sucks as much as this one does," Faith said.
"Pissed off mad scientist with access to the multiverse released a virus that caused a good portion of the female population to mutate at puberty, taking on supernatural traits," Willow explained. "The whole fighting in darkness thing was drug into the light and a lot of stupid people made a lot of stupid decisions. Major demonic incursions occur every three to five years."
"Welcome to Sunnydale," Faith said offering her hand.
"You aren't still infective are you?" Buffy asked mangling the word.
"No, he may have been a mad, mad scientist, but he wasn't a crazy one," Willow explained. "The virus was just supposed to introduce random animal traits, not supernatural ones and it died out after doing its job."
"So, you got fox DNA?" Faith asked, pretty sure of the answer.
"Kitsune," Willow replied, "Japanese fox spirit."
"What does that mean?" Buffy asked.
"It means I'm really good at illusion and fire magic," Willow replied.
"And the mental bond with Xander?" Buffy asked.
"We should probably get to the library, so she only has to explain all this once," Xander pointed out, lacing his fingers through Willow's and giving her a tug.
The four started walking.
"You wear a lot less than the local Willow," Faith noted.
"I'm a fire type," Willow replied.
"How does that equal less clothes?" Buffy asked.
"Unless it's snowing I don't get cold, because I have a higher than normal body temp, but that also means I tend to wear less clothes so I don't overheat," she explained.
"It sounds like you're wearing more than you are," Buffy said as she listened to the way Willow moved.
"I'm hearing some jingling and creaking," Faith agreed as she listened, "but I'm not seeing where you could hide anything in that getup."
"Fire and illusions," Xander said, having felt several things he couldn't see.
"When I saw how low-tech everything was I decided to hide my gear so I wouldn't attract thieves," Willow explained.
"We're low tech?" Buffy asked surprised.
"All the wars!" Faith exclaimed. "Tech advances fast during war time."
"People get creative when their life is on the line," Willow agreed.
"You can become a brilliant inventor," Xander said, "and patent all the stuff you know."
"If there weren't laws forbidding Pokegirls from patenting stuff I already would be," Willow said. "As is, I got away with putting it in your name, but that's a pretty common practice. The number of 'inventors' who just happen to be bonded to tech types is pretty telling."
"You're a second class citizen?" Buffy guessed.
"Not here she isn't," Xander said firmly.
"But back home, where you came from," Buffy said.
"It varies according to country and even state," Willow said. "For instance a number of religious groups are always trying to pass bills to get us declared as either animals or property."
"Humanity sucks and your world swallows," Faith said. "Welcome to the Hellmouth, I hope you enjoy your stay."
"Oh, I think I will," Willow said, giving Xander a look that made him blush.
"Did you know me in your world?" Buffy asked, changing the subject as they entered the library.
"No, but you seem nice," Willow offered.
"I found Willow and she's not possessed," Xander said as he took in the expressions of everyone there on seeing the Pokegirl. Willow looked like she was in shock, Oz seemed even more blank faced than usual, and the two Watchers looked surprised and slightly concerned.
"A kitsune, here?" Wesley asked in disbelief before saying something in Japanese.
"I'm a Cali girl, I don't know Japanese," the Pokegirl said.
"My anime is a little rusty, but I think he just tried a prayer of some kind," Xander said.
"A trickster spirit, that's just what we need," Giles said, shaking his head, "and naturally she'd be fixated on Xander."
"Why do you have my face, and body, and no clothes?!" Willow exclaimed.
"I have clothes and this is my face and my body," the Pokegirl replied, wondering what was wrong with her local self and why she was holding hands with a blue haired boy.
"She's from an alternate reality and it sucks eggs there," Buffy said. "First person to suggest sending her back gets a broken bone of my choice."
"I have a mirror!" Wesley said suddenly and went to the office to retrieve it.
"What's he going to do with that?" Buffy asked.
"Try and dispel my illusion," the Pokegirl replied unconcerned as Xander sat down and she climbed into his lap.
"So, you admit to having an illusion up," Giles said accusingly.
"I could dispel it, but it'll be funnier to see what he does," the Pokegirl said leaning into Xander's embrace.
Wesley returned with a hand mirror and held it up, looking at her reflection and then back at her. "You're just hiding a backpack and belt?"
"Muggers," the Pokegirl said, letting the illusion drop revealing a small gray backpack and a belt with half a dozen gray spheres on it.
"How different is your world?" Willow asked in disbelief.
"Extremely," Buffy said. "It makes the Hellmouth look like Club Med."
Wesley turned the mirror to examine Willow and make sure she wasn't a kitsune as well.
"That explains the comment about breaking bones," Giles realized.
"Give us a brief history lesson," Buffy said, "so we know what changed."
"I don't know the history of your world, just mine," the Pokegirl said, "but a couple of decades ago a mad scientist in Japan released a virus that was designed to mix animal DNA with women when they hit puberty. He didn't know about supernatural creatures and the world wasn't prepared for the revealing of them, which the virus did, mainly by mixing the DNA of supernatural creatures with some girls and making it obvious magic exists."
"We don't have the technology to even begin to think about doing that," Willow argued.
"Neither did he," the Pokegirl said. "It turns out the unnamed Japanese scientist had invented exactly one thing, even though he had patented hundreds of things."
"Time travel," Willow guessed.
"Yes, but sideways," the Pokegirl replied, glad her native self was intelligent, even if really prudish. "He could go to different timelines, find things he liked and bring them back. Having ninety percent of the female population go through threshold and change when they hit puberty was bad enough but add in revealing the supernatural and it was a recipe for disaster."
"I can't imagine the chaos," Giles said with a shudder.
"Not to mention the changed girls needed sex at least once a week or they'd start to go feral," Willow said with a shudder herself. "I was lucky, Xander was my best friend and made sure I never had to experience that."
"No wonder the religious groups were losing it," Faith said.
"Society would be torn apart, if it hadn't been already," Giles said.
"Once a week since puberty?!" Willow asked in shock.
"Like clockwork," the Pokegirl agreed. "Of course I prefer several times a day, which Xander has never failed to deliver." She snuggled into his arms happily.
"Several times a day since puberty? Him?" Faith asked in disbelief, pointing a thumb at Xander.
"Not only me," the Pokegirl said with a grin, "I was just the first and his alpha."
"Alpha?" Buffy asked.
"The birth rate has already started skewing in favor of females and that's without the parthenogenesis of feral Pokegirls," the Pokegirl explained, "so naturally the guys had to 'man up' and keep more than one girl from going feral."
"Partheno-what?" Buffy asked.
"Parthenogenesis is when an egg becomes fertilized without any sperm," Willow explained.
"Without regular sex you begin to lose your intelligence," the Pokegirl explained, "and when you have dipped down to animal level you run off into the wilderness. Now, ferals lay eggs. I know, crazy right? Mammals don't lay eggs, well except the platypus but we aren't going there. Anyway, so ferals lay eggs that grow into clones of the original, except they are… well feral."
"Willow babble," Xander said kissing her forehead.
The Pokegirl sighed happily. "Only ten percent of females don't go through threshold and ninety percent of Pokegirl children are Pokegirls since birth. All of this taken together means the average guy has to service several females on a regular basis just to keep society stable much less prosper and grow."
"So, it's a male heaven where they get to nail everything that moves," Faith said with a snort.
"You have a weird idea of what men want," the Pokegirl said shaking her head.
"Are you seriously telling me it's not a male fantasy?" Faith asked in disbelief.
"I'm Xander's alpha," the Pokegirl said, "I have a psychic link to him, I can literally see inside his brain. Sex is fun and all, but his fantasy is more along the lines of a loving wife and kids with a good job in a small town."
"Pretty sure that's everyone's," Xander told her.
"No, but it's actually a lot of them," the Pokegirl said. "We alphas talk, so I know what I'm talking about."
"You could still have that," Buffy told Xander, a wistful look on her face.
"If the world didn't have demons," Xander pointed out. "There may be some point in the future, in a decade or so, when I decide to go for that, but at the moment I would rather kill demons."
"Ok, maybe some guys are like that," Faith admitted, "but most of the ones I've met aren't."
"Then you hang around the wrong type of people," the Pokegirl said. "Anyway, by Freshman year Xander took care of me, Cordy, and Amy, allowing us to keep 4.0 grade point averages and could still be relied upon to help out a girl in need without asking for anything in return," she said proudly.
"Asking anything in return?" Wesley repeated before realizing, "Of course, between male scarcity and the biological needs of the female population the balance of power in sexual relations would have shifted."
"Sounds like I was busy," Xander said. "While fun as it sounds, it also sounds really tiring," he teased.
"Lazy bones," the Pokegirl teased before wiggling in his lap, "but I know all your weaknesses."
"I doubt they've changed much," Xander admitted, "but we really should be getting home. Glad the folks are in Vegas on a gambling tour."
The Pokegirl snapped her fingers and her form shimmered and became an exact duplicate of Willow including clothes. "I guess I should get used to using illusions to disguise myself when we're in public." She slid off Xander's lap as he stood up.
"Probably a good idea," Xander agreed. "See you guys later."
"That is one fucked up world she comes from," Faith said as the door closed behind the pair.
"Some of the Council's scholars will want to talk to her," Wesley said, "to find out the details of her world and make sure it doesn't occur here."
"Offering to help give her a public identity would be an excellent way to get in her good graces," Giles suggested.
"Indeed," Wesley agreed.
"A you who isn't you," Faith told Willow, "that's got to be trippy."
"I'm surprised she managed to control herself, considering the whole feral thing and however long it's been since Xander died in her world," Buffy said.
"I don't know," Faith said with a smirk, watching the expression on Willow's face out of the corner of her eye, "X was unusually quiet and she is wicked good at illusions…"
"True," Buffy said, "but if they'd been doing something surely we would have heard it."
"Not if we were too distracted by what she was saying," Faith argued, finding a great deal of satisfaction at Willow's look of shock and worry as she kept sneaking sidelong glances at Oz who didn't seem to be reacting at all.
"I doubt there was more than a little wandering hands," Buffy decided, "Xander is too easy to read."
"Probably saving it for when they get to his place," Faith said cheerfully. "Well, I gotta motor. See ya tomorrow."
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"It's crappy, but it's home," Xander said, wishing he'd cleaned his room.
"It has you and a soft bed," Willow said, "I think we'll be fine."
"Um… I've never…" Xander's voice trailed off embarrassed.
"Well, you're about to," Willow told him with a grin before pulling him down for a kiss.
Clothes were slowly discarded as they stumbled towards the bed, Willow's backpack and belt making a solid thump and shaking the floor a little.
"Ack! I almost forgot," Willow cursed herself. "Sorry, the anti-feral drugs are making me a bit ditzy. I still have to give you your nanites!"
"Nanites?" Xander asked, his hormone befuddled brain making him feel a bit ditzy himself.
Willow pulled a gold coin out of the small gray backpack. "Heroic Medal," she explained pushing it against his chest.
The coin melted into his flesh gold threads shooting across the surface of his skin.
"What?!"
"It's the latest generation of nanites," Willow explained, pushing him onto his back and climbing on top of him. "I'd like to say more, but I am all out of anti-feral drugs so nookie now, talk later, OK?"
He didn't get a chance to respond.
Two hours later…
"I thought my bed was stronger than that," he said as they laid on the remains, the frame having broken apart over an hour ago.
"Pokegirls have enhanced physical strength and toughness," Willow explained, basking in the afterglow as they cuddled, "your bed did not."
"And how am I still standing then?" he asked, feeling like all was right with the world and more than a little giddy.
"Nanites," Willow replied, "they go through your body and enhance everything. It won't give you the strength and speed of a Pokegirl, but it'll help you keep up with one in bed."
Xander tensed up. "I can hear someone… several someones moving around downstairs." He couldn't think of a single non-bad reason for this to occur.
"Parents back early?" Willow asked.
"No," Xander said, getting up and grabbing a bedpost off the floor, "someone just said they were to take us alive." His nails dug into the wood and he was forced to loosen his grip a little, cursing its cheap construction.
"Doesn't sound like your parents," Willow agreed, quickly coming to her feet. "As much as I hate to admit it… we should let Cordite out of her ball."
"That sentence made no sense," Xander said, wondering why she felt more nervous about Cordite than the intruders.
"Cordy became a bunny girl when she hit puberty," Willow said. "Her parents basically disowned her, letting her know she had no right to the Chase name. They provided food and clothing, but she was to see to her own needs and leave when she hit eighteen." Willow picked a flat gray ball off the belt on the floor. "You took pity on her and even I couldn't hold a grudge on the sweet little bunny she'd become."
"There's a crossbow in the closet," Xander offered, "and a dagger in the sock drawer, or we could leave, they are searching the bottom floor right now." He was not liking their odds and the thought of losing Willow when he'd just got her back hurt.
"They probably have people outside," Willow said. "Anyway, this is Sunnydale and you know what happens when a bunny girl is exposed to too much violence… or rather you don't and goodness it feels great to be thinking clearly again." She smiled broadly as she retrieved the dagger.
"So, what happens to the bunny girl?" Xander asked, wondering how he was hearing the intruders so clearly as he heard movement on the stairs and gestured to the door.
Willow quickly moved to the side of the doorway. The door opened and a vamp poked his head in. Willow stuck the dagger through his neck and drug the limp body inside, closing the door and stealing his wallet before letting Xander stake him.
"I'm going to have to vacuum," Xander complained, looking at all the ash on his floor.
"Exposed to way too much violence she evolved into a Mini-Top, more intelligent, more belligerent, and much, much more violent," Willow said. "You gave her the name Cordite because of her love of explosives. She would probably kill us if we left her out of this, and that's not hyperbole, she would actually try to kill us."
"And she fits in that ball?" Xander asked, nerves on edge as he heard several people on the stairs now.
"Think of it as magic," Willow suggested. "Do I have your permission to let her out?" she asked nervously.
"Go for it, they're almost here," Xander said wondering if his obituary was going to include the word naked.
"Cordite, I choose you," Willow said pushing a button and tossing the ball in the air.
There was a flash of light and Cordite appeared, dressed in a pair of faded blue jeans and a white T-shirt.
Xander's first thought was that Cordelia had just teleported into his room until he took a closer look. Cordite had long gray furred rabbit ears that hung down to her waist, slightly smaller breasts and, "an ass that would stop traffic on the freeway."
Cordite grinned lasciviously.
"Did I say that out loud?" Xander asked.
Cordite nodded with a grin that showed off her buckteeth, that gleamed brightly in the moonlit room and looked very, very sharp.
"Hostiles inbound," Willow said holding up the dagger as the door opened.
Cordite and the dagger vanished as did whoever had opened the door… and then the screams started.
Typing by: fyrewolf5
AN: M.S. asked me to see about continuing Foxy Lady, so I am. Foxy Lady was based on the idea of Willow accidentally summoning a Pokegirl Willow, rather than the standard vampire one, as that's all I ever see in fics. If you have ever read the original Pokegirl stories by Metroanime you'll know it's a serious take on what should have been a porn idea, creating a fascinating and horrifying world that equals BTVS in horror. Naturally a world composed of both of them would be even more horrifying still. What do you think?
TN: I liked the original foxy lady chapter, and this is a nice continuation, yet another story I'd enjoy reading/typing more of. Definitely a nice change of pace from the usual vamp Willow stories, will be fun to see who else is in a Pokeball if it gets continued. Don't think I ever read more than a chapter or two of the source story, but may have to give it a shot since the Pokegirl thing keeps popping up as Pokemon continues to thrive.
TN2: Huh, wonder what Cordite did to her parents after evolving, can't imagine she didn't express her displeasure in some way on at least her father.