"Fuck!" Faith's voice came from downstairs along with the sound of breaking furniture.
"Shit!" Xander cursed and rushed downstairs to the kitchen only to find Faith bleeding and holding her side while fending off Cordite with a stake.
Cordite smirked as the dagger in her hand lashed out only to be deflected by the stake once more.
"She's a friend," Xander said quickly.
"Strange friend," Cordite said, turning away from the wounded slayer and looking Xander up and down.
Xander could feel the lust boiling off the bunny girl. While their connection wasn't as strong as the one with Willow it was definitely there and she felt a lot closer to the primal than Willow did. "Bed now," he ordered.
Faith could barely track the two as they vanished upstairs. "What the fuck?!"
"Oh good, he gets her," Willow said, visibly relieved.
"Who was that?" Faith asked, still in shock, blood leaking from between her fingers.
"Let's get you patched up first," Willow said. She held up a small yellow spray bottle. "Let me see your wound." She helped her into a chair.
Faith removed her hand showing a deep cut, dark red blood surged from the wound with her pulse.
Willow gave it two quick spritzes. "That ought to do it," she said cheerfully.
"Huh, pains gone," Faith said running a finger lightly across her wound and finding smooth undamaged skin beneath the blood. "Damn, that shit works fast."
"You are so lucky she likes you," Willow said.
"She stabbed me," Faith pointed out.
"Only once and not even in a vital organ," Willow said with a smile. "If she hadn't liked you, she'd have cut your tits off."
Faith crossed an arm across her chest protectively before realizing what she was doing and forcing it down. "That means she likes me? Not mutilating me?"
"Not like exactly, more found you interesting enough not to kill right away," Willow explained. "I was trying to relax you a little because you seem really tense."
"She looks like the cheer babe, Cordy, Xander's ex," Faith said, "but with Cordy it's only her tongue that's sharp."
"Cordelia Chase?" Willow asked, already knowing the answer.
"That's the one," Faith agreed.
"It was nice of you to show up to help with the vamps," Willow said. "Any idea how they got in?"
"I followed them here," Faith said getting a glass off the counter and filling it in the sink. She dipped a wash rag and used it to clean the blood off her side, requiring several dips to clean it all off. "Vamps can get in several ways, but I didn't see either of Xander's parents let them in and they don't got a welcome mat set out."
"For every weapon there is a counter, for every shield there is a weakness," Willow quoted with a shrug. "Let the others know the vamps may have learned a new trick and to take precautions."
"I'll do that," Faith said before looking down at the glass of bloody water curiously.
Willow looked at the glass. "What?"
"Circles in the water," Faith said, "like that dinosaur movie."
"Doubt I've seen it," Willow said with a smirk, "but I can tell you what's making those circles."
"What?"
"Cordite and Xander," Willow replied.
"How are they making the water jump-" Faith stopped in mid-sentence. "She went straight from stabbing me to riding him. You sure she ain't a Slayer?"
"She's a Mini-Top," Willow said with a shrug, "not sure what a Slayer is."
"It's a girl that gets tapped by the guys upstairs to be some kind of mystical warrior," Faith explained. "You get the strength and speed to take on a master vamp, learn weapons easy, and get dreams of the Slayers before biting it."
"Seeing that kind of strength and speed in a human girl would cause Cordite to play with you instead of just killing you," Willow said.
"She just got the drop on me because I wasn't expecting it," Faith argued. "I was holding my own with just a stake."
Willow's eyes dropped to the stake on the table and she smirked.
Faith picked up her stake and examined it before paling. "Holy Fuck!"
Carved into the side of the stake in a series of sloppy but legible slashes was COR and all but the last line of a D.
"Well, I gotta go help Xander fuck Cordite into submission," Willow said, opening the back door and shooing Faith out.
"The fuck?!" Faith exclaimed, wondering if she was asleep and dreaming all of this. "Boss ain't gonna like this," she muttered as she left.
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Xander's alarm went off and he stretched and yawned, but was unable to reach it, sandwiched between the two Pokegirls.
"What is that noise?" Cordite complained.
"Alarm clock," Xander said. "Plug's near you."
Cordite yanked the cord out of the wall, sending the clock flying.
"Much better," Xander said pulling her back to his side.
"You ok, Nerd Boy? Normally you'd complain about me doing that."
"I never liked the damn thing and we're going to have to look for a new place anyway," Xander replied.
"Good, this place is a shit hole," Cordite said.
"And a bit too crowded for the three of us," Xander said, pulling them tightly against him, reveling in the feel of their connections.
"Just the three of us?" Cordite asked with amusement, trying and failing to sound innocent, not that she tried all that hard.
"I knew I forgot to tell you something," Willow said sleepily.
"And that is?" Xander asked, feeling like the other shoe was about to drop.
"You have six Pokegirls," Willow said.
Cordite grinned as she felt his shock through their bond.
"Ok," Xander said completely wide awake, "someone was listening to my teenage wishes for a harem and granted it in such a way that I'm going to die of exhaustion." He relaxed and squeezed the girls. "I'm ok with that."
"Why do you think you're going to die of exhaustion?" Willow asked, ignoring Cordite's snickers.
"You two I can handle," Xander said, "I have no problem doing this several times a day, but three times a day for six girls is definitely going to kill me."
Cordite burst out laughing and Willow giggled.
"Dork," Cordite said as she sat up and stretched, drawing Xander's eyes as he watched with a grin completely forgetting what he was thinking about which she found surprising but ignored.
"Xander," Willow said, "Cordite and I are high libido types, the rest of your harem have average libidos, only needing sex once every seven to nine days, except for Beth who doesn't seem to need it at all so far."
"That's because she's already feral," Cordite said.
"Not as far as we can tell, but god only knows what type she is," Willow said. "Anyway, to sum it up, you'll do fine."
"Well, let's work on getting us a place then," Xander said. "I can meet the other girls after we have room for everyone. Just off the top of my head our options are either a closed down tech factory or a mansion that briefly held a portal to Hell. Both should work while we look for some place better."
"Let's try the factory first," Willow said. "I need to get a better idea of what level of tech we'll be working with."
"Mansion sounds like a better idea," Cordite said, but Xander could feel she was just arguing for the sake of arguing.
"Tell me that after you've seen them both," he said as he got up, "for now I need to pee and I need a shower."
Once he'd left Cordite turned to Willow. "Beth's prophecy was true, you managed to get my Nerd Boy back. I guess I'll have to let you live."
"I'm going to build a still and get you completely wasted just so I can film it," Willow said, hiding her relief.
Cordite considered that. "What proof are we talking here?"
"High enough you can't be around open flames," Willow said with a smirk.
"Sounds like fun," Cordite said unconcerned. "So, what's this place like? Easy or hard laws?"
"Much lower tech, major weapon restrictions, and… no Pokegirls at all," Willow said.
"What?" Cordite asked, sure she'd misheard.
"The plague was never released, mankind at large is still ignorant about magic," Willow explained. "Sunnydale is still a Hellmouth and has vampires, but no major demonic invasions have occurred in recorded history and I even met my human analogue last night."
Cordite just stared at her in shock.
"No laws restricting our rights," Willow said, "we'll be treated just like any human."
"Still need a Tamer," Cordite said as she tried to wrap her head around the concept.
"You can feel him through our bond," Willow said, "he doesn't consider us any less of a person than he is. He hasn't been subjected to government propaganda telling him we need to either be controlled or put down."
"Xander didn't really believe all that," Cordite said, "not really."
"He tried not to," Willow said, "but lifelong indoctrination leaves its mark. He had to consciously correct himself at times. I think it made him an even better person for going against it, but that's not my point. In this world we don't need a Tamer, we need a boyfriend and Xander is more than willing."
Cordite sat down on the bed. "Can't say I was any better."
"No, you were worse," Willow said honestly, earning a glare from the rabbit girl. "Do I have to remind you of how you treated me when you were human and I went through threshold?"
"Do I have to remind you that I can slit your throat before you can cast a spell?" Cordite hissed.
"Don't care," Willow said, knowing better than to show fear. "You need to understand where you stand in this world."
"I stand where I will always stand," Cordite snarled, "right next to my Dork!"
"Good," Willow said relaxing.
"Wait! What?" Cordite looked confused and then smacked herself in the head. "You were checking my bond to Xander."
"I'm his Alpha, that's my job, and that's also why I get tamed the most," she said smugly.
"Better be some damn good alcohol," Cordite muttered.
"Oh, it will be," Willow promised.
Xander came out of the bathroom. "I have muscles, lots of muscles. That was what the Hero Medal did, right?"
"Just like those old Captain America movies," Willow agreed, figuring movies from before the plague should be the same in both worlds, "it enhances you to your maximum physical potential. It also activates latent blood gifts from Pokegirl ancestry, but unless your parents are dimensional travelers that's not going to do much of anything."
"Not much chance of that," Xander said. "Let me get dressed and we'll check out the CRT facility.
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"Why do you have the keys, do you own it?" Willow asked as Xander unlocked a padlock and removed the chain holding the gate closed.
"No, but we killed a demon in here, one important enough to have a Name," Xander replied, the capital letter something they could both hear, "so I took the time to make it a bit harder for some idiot to accidentally stumble over him."
"How dangerous is he and what have you done to secure his remains?" Willow asked.
"He was trapped in a book, so he was a possessing type demon. He accidentally got scanned into a computer and tried to seduce you… Willow… Rosenberg." Xander nodded as he figured out the best way to distinguish the two. "He built himself a rather clunky robot body that Buffy beat to death. I dumped holy water on the mess, melted it down a bit at a time, then I buried it under a church."
"Thorough," Cordite said with an approving nod.
"I wasn't taking any chances," Xander said.
They entered the factory through an unlocked door. The power was still on, though only a few of the lights were, revealing a fairly advanced computer assembly line.
"Primitive but useful," Willow said. "What do the offices look like?"
"A couple of execs have big leather couches and private bathrooms, but most of the offices are just desk, filing cabinet, and chair," Xander replied as they toured the factory.
"Break rooms?" Willow asked, peeking in a couple of offices and finding them all pretty much the same.
"Two small cafeterias at either end of the plant and an executive breakroom on the second floor," Xander said opening the door to the stairwell.
They climbed the steps to the second floor, Xander flipping the hallway lights on using the switch on the wall.
"Swanky," Cordite said, "and dusty."
"It's been closed for well over a year," Xander explained as the two poked their heads in the various offices.
"Breakroom's clean," Willow said as they entered the executive lounge, which lacked a microwave, but had a small mini-fridge, wet bar, and cappuccino machine.
Xander opened the mini-fridge and took out a Coke. "The couches in here are pretty comfortable," he said before taking a drink.
"Who legally owns the place and how hard would it be to buy it?" Willow asked, dropping the illusions on themselves, and taking off her belt and backpack.
Cordite stole a can of Coke from the fridge and was pleased to find a half full bottle of Jack Daniels as well. She tried the TV but all it got was static. "Yo, Tails, fix this," she ordered.
"Hold on a second," she told Xander getting a few odds and ends from her backpack.
"We got signal, but it's as fuzzy as your cootch," Cordite noted, while Willow did something behind the TV. "That got it."
Willow moved back to the wetbar. "Ok, go on."
"You can buy the place for back taxes," Xander said, "but it'd cost at least half a million dollars."
Willow nodded thoughtfully. "Gold is still valuable here, right?"
"Yep, and the price has been going up lately," Xander said, "I heard some people complaining about it."
Willow disconnected the cappuccino machine and started taking it apart. "Gold prices tanked in my world when they figured out how to use matter transmission pads to get precious metals out of seawater at affordable prices. I'll have to sacrifice a couple of Pokeballs to rig us a limited version that can operate as a molecular separator."
"You have teleporters?" Xander asked with a grin.
"Yeah, but absolutely nobody uses them," she said with a smirk. "Breaking someone down into data and storing them is safe but transferring that data over any amount of distance can cause the energy state of the signal to weaken."
"You look amused," Xander said, "so I doubt it killed anyone. What happened?"
"Well the change was small enough that it wasn't noticed until a doctor rechecked one of the tester's measurements when he complained about losing weight and his clothes not fitting right," Willow explained. "See the system prevented signal degradation at all costs, ensuring the person would come out exactly the same as they went in, but due to energy costs… they were roughly half a percent smaller each time."
"Ok, that is funny," Xander said. "What are you doing?" he asked as Willow reassembled the cappuccino machine.
"Making a machine that turns plants into alcohol," Willow said. "Being a Mini-Top Cordite's diet is mainly alcohol and alfalfa," Willow explained, "hence needing something to help keep her in both."
"Damn straight!" Cordite called out as she watched a professional wrestling match.
Willow simply rolled her eyes and reached into the backpack and took out a bag of alfalfa that was much too big to have fit inside it. "Well, now that we have time, I suppose I should introduce you to the rest of your harem."
"I think I'm going to need some alcohol first," Xander admitted.
Typing by: fyrewolf5
TN: YES! Almost time to find out who the other girls are and what they are, we know 2 of the 6 so far, and I'm fairly certain 2 others have been hinted at enough to make a solid guess, with oh so amusing possibilities for the last 2.