The Simple Life

Xander woke from a vague yet very erotic dream as the rocking motion and the wet warmth surrounding and squeezing his member sharpened into real sensation. He could barely see in the darkness of the room, but Dawn was astride him, fully impaled and riding him with frantic urgency.

"Dawn!" Xander half gasped in surprise, half groaned in pleasure.

She didn't seem to hear him, and then he had more important things to worry about, like the orgasm that ambushed him and nearly made him scream at the intensity of his release.

Dawn slumped, swayed, and slowly fell into a boneless sprawl on his chest, still saying nothing and... yeah, she was still asleep. As far as he could tell, she'd been sleeping the whole time. Xander put his arms around her and stroked her back.

As his hands explored, he found Dawn's bra hanging from one shoulder and her damp panties bunched to the side to make way for his cock. His own boxers were down around his thighs. Xander unhooked the bra and set it aside before snuggling Dawn to his chest and listening to her soft snores.

A soft moan came to Xander's ears from the other side of the combined bedroll and he suddenly held very still. He could hear faint sounds of shuddery movement and quiet-on-purpose breathing from Tara.

Had she been...? She had.

Without turning his head, Xander whispered, "Tara?"

The breathing hitched. Xander studiously pretended he hadn't noticed what she was doing, despite the absurdity that came of knowing she was probably only doing it because of him and Dawn's sleep-sexing. He would have liked to just go back to sleep and pretend he hadn't woken up either, but there was a pressing concern that they'd avoided yesterday.

"Hm?" Tara squeaked.

Xander sighed. "Is there a spell for... you know, not getting pregnant?"

It took Tara a few moments to gather herself and reply. "There... there are fertility curses. But those are, are curses. I don't know how to cast them, and I think they'd go wrong somehow if I tried to use one beneficially."

Xander nodded. "We'll ask Whitney in the morning if there's something local, then."

"Sure there's ways to stop a pregnancy," Whitney said as she collected a wicked-looking scythe from a mount on her porch wall, "but I only got the herbs for myself, and since the rains've stopped I aint been able to replenish mah stock."

"Uh, herbs?" Dawn inquired anxiously, feeling her enormous cat-ears twitch.

"Sure, you just eat a sprig and poof, you aint pregnant," Whitney said, scratching the back of her head. "I supposed I could sell ya one, but just this once, y'hear? I don't got much to spare."

"That's, um, fair," Tara agreed hesitantly, when Dawn looked to her. "How, how much?"

"Oh, I suppose a hundred gems'll do," Whitney said, planting the butt of her scythe in the ground. "Wait here."

Dawn leaned on Xander's arm, a heavy knot of near-panic in her gut that she was only barely managing to hold down. If there was something growing inside her, she was hugely glad she could get rid of it before she found out what it was. Dawn didn't know which scared her more, a little imp waiting to rape her from the inside out, or her and Xander's child.

What had her so afraid, though, was what would happen next time. That there would be a next time, Dawn had no doubt. Even if she avoided the demons and things - and hah, like they're ever that lucky - she didn't think she could stop having sex with Xander. The possibility of not having Xander's thick meat to plug her wanton hole and keep her safe was, if anything, more terrifying than getting stuffed full of evil demon cock again.

Yeah, Dawn was totally handling this. Maybe not well, but she was handling it damnit! Feeling naked without Xander's cock jammed into her was better than being traumatized! She was, like, totally ahead of the curve! Right? Right!

"Here'ya go!"

Dawn startled a little as Whitney held out a small bit of mossy stem. "Uh, thanks."

Tara handed over the gems as Dawn crammed the sprig into her mouth and chewed. It didn't have much of a taste. Dawn swallowed and felt a faint tingle of magic in her belly.

"Um," Dawn began. "This was, nice of you and junk, but I don't wanna get pregnant ever, so..."

"I don't suppose there's other useful items for that?" Xander asked.

"Well I can't help ya with that," Whitney said. "You'd have better luck talkin' to the alchemist. Name's Rathazul. He's got a camp down that way, 'round that hill there. He's the fella to ask. Knows lot'sa stuff about stuff."

"Okay," Dawn said, shooting Xander and Tara questioning looks. "Can we go now?"

"If y'all insist, but there's work to be done that shouldn't wait," Whitney broke in. "It's safe enough, and Rathazul's the good sort. I don't see why all y'all should go."

"You're sure about that?" Xander questioned.

"Sure am," Whitney assured him, picking up her scythe.

"I'll go," Tara offered. "I, I should probably, take precautions too, just in case."

"Yeah," Dawn agreed in a small voice.

Tara gave Dawn a warm, loving hug, and set off down the path. Whitney gestured with her scythe as she ambled towards the barn.

"Alrighty," Whitney said. "Xander, why don't ya take your big strapping self over yonder. There's some jug'sa lakewater that need movin' over to the boiler, I'll show you where. Dawn, you can sweep out the barn, there's brooms by the door."

Tara approached the small pavilion by the lakeside. A small figure in tattered concealing robes and a shadowy hood was hunched over a cauldron, lightly stirring. Beakers and phials filled several wooden shelves arranged beside him.

As she got closer, Tara noticed something odd about his hands, and under the hood she suddenly noticed a distinctly rat-like muzzle. A very rat-like tail trailed out behind the robe. Tara stumbled. It figured that the transformation magic would have worse victims than Whitney and Dawn, but it looked like this man was more rat than human.

"Come closer, child," he called, in a high wizened voice. "I will not bite."

Tara clasped her hands in front of herself and stepped into the shade. "Hello. Are, are you Rathazul?"

"I am," Rathazul said, smiling. "Once, I was a famed alchemist, renown for my miracle cures." He pulled his hood back, revealing the entirety of his bald and wrinkled head, and sighed. "Alas, that is the past. Now, I idle by this lake, helpless to do anything but measure the ever increasing demonic taint in its waters."

"Oh, um, is it that bad?" Tara asked, glancing back at the sparkling waters.

Rathazul raised his head to meet her eyes, seeming to assess her. "Not yet, child, but this lake is no ordinary body of water. I suspect that it is the very heart of this realm, and the high demons are trying to poison it with their corrupted essence."

"It's not too, too late, though?" Tara asked, hoping for more information.

"Perhaps, perhaps not," Rathazul allowed, sighing sadly. "It is well beyond my means to slow their advance, I've found." He shook his head. "Enough of greater concerns and on to the immediate. What can I do for you, child?"

Somewhat disappointed, Tara did have a more urgent problem. "I, um, Whitney from the farm said you'd know how to prevent pregnancy?"

"Ah," Rathazul said, nodding. "Indeed. Indeed. The simplest way is the green variety of enhancement egg, but that is a permanent loss of fertility that lasts until you consume magic with the opposite effect. If you wish to be selective, then I'm afraid it gets more complicated."

"No, um, that sounds fine," Tara assured him. "What's an, an enhancement egg?"

"Just what it sounds like," Rathazul said. "An edible egg that has a different permanent magical effect depending on which color it is."

"Oh, yes, that would be fine," Tara said, nodding. "Do you have any of those?"

Rathazul shook his head. "Alas, I lack the means to produce them. The eggs are only laid by a woman who has imbibed a special tonic known as Ovilixer. Fortunately, I belive I have a dose somewhere." He rummaged through his shelves and produced a small glass container with six sides.

Tara stared at the small glass, eyes bulging. "We, we have to drink that and lay these eggs our, ourselves?"

"It is not much of a hardship," Rathazul said kindly. "It only takes three days for the clutch of eggs to gestate in your womb, and there is no pain involved. I'm told the birth is quite pleasurable, in fact. Also, while pregnant with a clutch of eggs, you can't get pregnant with something nastier, so this should be of immediate benefit to you as well."

Tara hesitated. "They don't, um, hatch into anything... do they?"

Rathazul chuckled. "They do not, I assure you."

Tara let out a little relieved sigh, and looked at the ampule in Rathazul's hand again. It looked familiar. Tara blinked and slung her backpack off, rumaging through her supplies until she found the right pouch.

"Is this the same... Ovilixer?" Tara asked, presenting her find.

Rathazul examined Tara's two matching hexagonal glass containers and finally nodded. "Indeed. How fortunate. Would you like me to write you a list of what each color does?"

"Oh, yes, thank you," Tara said, smiling as she tucked the revealed Ovilixers into her backpack. She paused, then pulled out the rest of the imp loot. "Um, I have these, too. Could you tell me what, what they do?"

"Hm, alright." Rathazul retrieved a sheet of parchment from somewhere and scribbled down a list of egg colors. He handed it to Tara, and gestured towards the empty space on his work table. "There you go. Let's have a look, now."

Tara set the pouches down and waited politely.

"These are imp crackers," Rathazul said with a grimace as soon as he looked in the first pouch. "Wild grain glued into wafers with imp semen and baked under a dark spell. I'd suggest discarding the whole lot. Don't eat these unless you wish to become an imp yourself."

Tara shuddered and nodded in agreement.

Rathazul held up two vials of bubbly pink liquid. "These are Lust Drafts. Its a contact aphrodisiac, but mostly harmless unless you're already in a precarious situation."

Tara frowned thoughtfully. That one was probably what Dawn had been under the influence of. "Mostly?"

"Hmm," Rathazul replied. "The effect is very potent. It causes a level of arousal and desire that is nearly impossible to attain naturally without prolonged... teasing and denial, as they say."

Tara squeezed her thighs together and tried not to blush as her imagination supplied a more detailed estimate of what Dawn had been feeling.

Rathazul moved on to the last item, a bottle of glowing white liquid. "Ah, this appears to be the elixer often called Succubus' Delight. Succubi feed it to their bepenised sex slaves to increase recovery speed and semen volume. In this form it is dangerously thick with demonic taint, but in its purified form it can provide a perfectly benign magical enhancement. I can do the purification for you if you're willing to part with a generous handful of gems."

Tara wasn't quite sure how that would be particularly useful, but they had a whole bag of gems and Tara didn't want to carry around something that was rife with dark magic. She agreed.

As they all went to different tasks, Dawn rubbed her arms and tried to calm her suddenly pounding heart. What if she got too horny to think again and Xander wasn't there to fuck her something else might - Dawn stomped, both literally on the packed earth and on that train of thought, and forced herself to breathe normally.

Xander was right over there, and anyway she needed to stop... hiding behind Xander's penis. He deserved better than that and Dawn wanted to be more than that. She was not going to let herself slip back into her childhood roll of the The Hostage. The Victim. The Object To Be Saved.

Dawn reached the barn. It was a pretty huge structure, sectioned off into smaller areas with interior walls, so the wide barn doors only revealed a fraction of the space. Surprisingly, the floor looked like concrete and the broom she found was almost a modern pushbroom. She grabbed it and went to start sweeping.

There were faint sounds of some kind of machinery or something coming from further inside, like maybe a pump for that boiler Whitney had mentioned. Dawn didn't really have any idea how that stuff was supposed to sound, though.

"Mmnh!"

Dawn stopped and blinked. That had almost sounded like a voice, she wasn't even sure she'd heard it at all. Maybe she imagined it... Dawn stayed still and tried to listen through the soft continuous hiss-whirr sounds.

"Aahmh!"

Dawn felt like something flopped in her gut. It was a voice, and to Dawn's ear it sounded like a muffled gasp of feminine pleasure. Dawn didn't remember Whitney saying anything about anyone else who lived on the farm. If it was just another farmhand enjoying herself in the barn, Dawn didn't want to be rude, but she was suddenly really curious.

Dawn took a few tentative steps through the inner doorway, calling out a nervous, "Hello?"

Nothing responded, so Dawn followed the moans and machine sounds further inside. To one side, Dawn saw row of little rooms, one had chairs and old-fashioned lamps, another had cots piled with blankets. Opposite the small rooms, as Dawn came around the end of the wall, was a larger open area... and the source of the noises.

The naked, quivering butt of a tanned blonde woman wiggled in Dawn's direction, its owner bent over and strapped to one of several padded a-frame benches. Some kind of specially-shaped clear plastic suction cup was fitted over the woman's pussy, and with each hiss-whirr her lips and folds bulged out to fill the cup before springing back into shape.

The fluids extracted by the suction cup ran down a tube to a small glass and metal tank, beside which was a much larger tank containing a different fluid. Dawn's eyes helplessly followed the tube from that up to the woman's heavy swollen breasts. Something like a lighter version of the machines used to milk cows was busy pumping and sucking away at the woman's nipples as she moaned and struggled against the leather straps holding her in place.

One thin tube ran from the tank of milk back up to her mouth, where it was held in place with a pseudo-gag, muffling her moans as her head flopped from side to side, tangling her blonde ponytail as her glazed eyes rolled right passed Dawn, unseeing.

Bizarrely, a surprisingly nice and soft-looking pillow topped a sturdy stool under the captive woman's head. Dawn spared a moment to blink at it in a nonplussed manner before getting back to the creeping panic. Dawn could only think this was Whitney's dark secret and it was Whitney's plan all along to lure them in and then turn them into human livestock too! Oh gods, why? Is this what Whitney got off on? Dawn had to warn...

A hand came down on her shoulder, and Dawn shrieked.

Spinning with a white-knuckled grip, Dawn struck with the broom handle. It glanced off the blade of Whitney's scythe, and in a move so fast Dawn barely saw it, Whitney flipped her scythe around and wrenched the broom out of Dawn's hand.

The broom clattered to the floor as Whitney backed up, yelping, "Whoa! Whoa, now!"

Dawn clutched her hand, her heart pounding in her ears, but Whitney just seemd to be giving her a sheepish smile as she stood there with scythe in one hand and a bucket of soapy water in the other.

"Sorry 'bout that, and fer startlin' ya," Whitney said, propping her scythe against the wall. "I see you found Lucina. Such a shame, the poor thing."

"Lu... Lucina?" Dawn asked despite herself.

Whitney set the bucket down and knelt to shut off the milking machines. "Not rightly sure what happened to her. I think it was 'bout a month back; before that she'd pass through every couple'a days to sell me her milk."

It couldn't help but be reassuring, the tender way Whitney brushed the woman's stray blond strands off her face as she gently unbuckled the gag, revealing a tube that must have been halfway down Lucina's throat. Lucina herself didn't seem to have anything to say about this, but the way she responded to Whitney's touch was obviously positive.

"What's... wrong with her?" Dawn finally managed to ask while Whitney detached the cowls and cup from Lucina's nipples and pussy.

"Too much milk in her tits and too much fog in her brains, is my best guess," Whitney said as she got up and pulled something off a hook on the wall that looked like the steampunk version of that vibrating massage wand Willow had. "I came out here one mornin' and found her on the milkin' machine jillin' off, and I couldn't get 'er to talk or show any kind'a mindfulness no matter what I tried. She gets real upset if ya make her stop before she's drained, too. Only way to get enough outta her to keep her calm is to milk her overnight like so, then finish 'er off in the mornin'."

"Finish her off?" Dawn repeated dumbly.

"Yeah, y'know, finish her off," Whitney said again as she gave the metal ring at the bottom of the vibrator a sharp pull and gently stroked the now-vibrating round end along Lucina's swollen slit.

Dawn jumped as Lucina's body snapped taut against the leather straps. The bound woman cried out, writhing her hips to grind her puffed up pussy against the stimulating vibrations. Her slippery folds split and slid around the head of the vibrator as it pressed in and rubbed over her clit.

Whitney pulled the vibrator away and turned, and Lucina mewled in protest. "Ah, right, I was gonna see if Marble's up... Hey, Dawn, you wanna finish 'er for me while I see ta that?"

"...eep?" Dawn responded eloquently.

"S'easy," Whitney said, holding out the mechanical massage wand to Dawn. "Just touch 'er with it and watch for cummin'."

In a surreal daze, Dawn took the vibrator. Whitney vanished into another part of the barn before Dawn could say anything, leaving Dawn standing there with the sex toy and the naked woman in bondage.

Lucina looked so desperate for it, and Dawn shuddered, suddenly compelled. Satiation was safety. Satiation was safety and this woman was not safe and Dawn needed to make her safe what if Dawn was - Dawn gritted her teeth and calmed down.

With a slow blush, Dawn pulled the ripcord and the vibrator started thrumming loudly in her hand. Swallowing hard, she went up behind Lucina and carefully prodded the vibrating bulp against the bound woman's sopping wet sex.

Lucina made an animalistic sound of pleasure as her wetness fizzled around the metal head, the vibrations making wetness spray out in a fine mist. Entranced by the carnal spectacle, Dawn adjusted her grip on the vibrator and started wiggling it across Lucina's clit.

Whitney returned shortly and made a noise of approval. Dawn blushed harder as she realized that she was showing off the fact that she did actually know exactly how to use this kind of sex toy.

Pulling the bucket over, Whitney wrung out a sponge and started washing Lucina's back. Rivulets of water dripped down the blonde woman's sides and breasts, dripping from her engorged nipples. Lucina went rigid, straining against the leather straps holding her down as Dawn watched her flushed wet holes spasm and clench.

"That'll do," Whitney murmured gently as Lucina went slack and Dawn pulled the vibrator away. "Alrighty, why don't you put that back on the hook for me and get back'ta sweepin'."

"Um..." Dawn's heart pounded, and she could feel it in the throbbing of her core as wetness leaked down her thighs inside her borrowed overalls.

Whitney continued to sponge Lucina, removing straps one by one as she got to them. The broken blonde woman nuzzled into Whitney's side when the dog-eared farmer helped her off the bench. Whitney rinsed the sponge and started again on Lucina's front as she gave Dawn a look.

"...if y'want some alone time with it first, you can use one'a those cubbies," Whitney said. "Just don't take all day. There's work to do."

An embarrassed denial and a sigh of relief fought for dominance and Dawn bolted before there was a clear winner. She kind of wanted to scream for Xander to come fuck her, but she was holding that in; she needed to get passed this, right? Right.

Dawn sat on the slightly dusty cot and shrugged her overalls off her shoulders. She lifted up to pushed them down passed her butt and left them around her knees. Plopping down again, she yanked the vibrators ripcord and felt it thrum to life again.

Taking a deep breath, Dawn pressed the buzzing metal against her pussy. The shock of sudden pleasure made her gasp and clench her thighs around the wand's head, but this only squeezed it even more firmly against her sensitive places.

Dawn fell onto her side and reached behind herself, cramming two fingers into her sweltering gooey tunnel. The vibrations seemed to ripple through her entire pelvic region and she could feel the shadow her fingers cast. Dawn jilled herself and mashed the vibrator against her sensitive flesh and bucked as a powerfully sharp orgasm bolted through her body.

Xander grunted as he set down the heavy pair of five-gallon jugs at the entrance to the stone cellar that contained the farm's boiler. Stretching his arms, Xander rolled his shoulders and trudged back down to the storage shed.

He grabbed the rope handles and slung the next pair of jugs onto his shoulders, shuffling a bit until he was balanced. He turned... and nearly fell flat on his face. There was a woman standing in the doorway. A very large woman, taller than he was with lush hips and the most massively huge breasts with big puffy nipples that Xander had ever seen, hanging free and bare on her chest.

"Oh, hello," the woman said warmly. "I haven't seen you before."

"Jugs," Xander said dumbly. Her jugs were nearly as big as the... well, jugs, the five-gallon ones. "Uh I mean uh hi?"

"Hi. I'm called Marble," she said pleasantly. "Are you moving water for Whitney?"

Xander finally managed to cram his eyes back into his head, so to speak. "Yeah! Yeah, moving water. I'm doing that."

"Oh good," Marble said with a smile. "In that case we can work together. Isn't that nice?"

Xander nodded as Marble came in and easily picked up three jugs in each hand. Xander stared, not because of her strength, but because he finally noticed a few of her other features. For starters, she had hooves. What he'd taken for knee-high fur boots were actually her legs, ending in hooves instead of feet. She wasn't wearing anything more than a simple short skirt, and Xander got an eyeful of her plush womanlies when she bent over to pick up the water jugs. Also horns. Yup, she had horns.

Well... this certainly put Dawn's cat-ears in perspective. Xander followed her out of the shed and started the trudge back towards the barn.

"Did you give your name?" Marble asks.

"Sorry, I'm Xander. Nice to meet you."

Dawn emerged, her borrowed overalls back in place and the vibrator held sheepishly in both hands, just in time to see Whitney lead a docile and still-naked Lucina down the hallway.

"I'll... put this away now?" Dawn said, indicating the mechanical sex toy.

"In a moment, if y'mind, I had a thought," Whitney said consideringly. "C'mere."

Dawn followed curiously. Whitney led the way to what must have been Lucina's room. The naked woman left Whitney's side and went to curl up on a nest of soft-looking blankets. There was a table against the other wall, and a couple of shelves, piled up with various stuff.

Whitney went over and picked up... a bow. A gorgeous bow, like something from the Lord of the Rings movie. "This was Lucina's favorite weapon. Take'a hold'a it, would ya?"

Wide-eyed, Dawn handed her the vibrator and took the bow. She held it like Buffy taught her and tugged on the string. "Wha...why?"

"You seem sorta suited, I suppose," Whitney said. "I think you should have it, since Lucina don't even know what it is anymore."

"Um, wow. Thanks, Whitney," Dawn said.

Whitney found a matching quiver and handed that over as well. "Go put it with your stuff, then get back to sweepin' y'hear?"

Dawn nodded. "Okay, yeah. Thanks."

Later, after breaking for lunch and rest, Tara sat with Dawn and Xander and went over what she'd learned from the alchemist. She finished explaining the eggs and by way of demonstration, drank one of the Ovilixer doses. As soon as she swallowed it, she felt a warmth in her belly and sensed the magic pooling in her womb.

"They don't hatch into anything, right?" Dawn asked, warily eyeing her Ovilixer dose.

Tara burst into giggles. "N... no. No, I asked. That was the first thing I asked! They're, the eggs aren't alive."

"Oh. Okay." Dawn took a deep breath, then she pulled out the stopper and drank down her phial. She set the empty down and glanced sideways at Xander. "Um, how long until..."

"You, you should be, um, good to go?" Tara said, peering with her aura sight. "It doesn't look like it, it'll take more than another... twenty seconds, before you, your womb, it's um occupied."

Dawn let out a sigh of relief and grabbed Xander's arm, giving him a pleading look. "Xander?"

Xander hugged her close and let her pull him up. "I'm good with it."

Tara stayed put as Dawn and Xander absconded to the guest room, hiding a blush behind her hair when she felt a sudden wild urge to ask if she could join in. Dawn was needy and cute and had grown up very nicely, and sure it was a little weird, almost incestuous, but her libido didn't seem to care. Xander was very male and not at all squishy-inducing to look at but he was warm and comforting and safe, and Tara was horny enough to fantasize about him cramming that thick meat of his into her from behind while she groped and made out with Dawn.

The fantasy was better for the togetherness.

Looking around to make sure she wasn't going to be disturbed, she went and sat against the door to the guest room, listening to the moans and grunts and wet fleshy slaps. Tara shoved her hand down into her soaked panties and bit back a moan as her fingers squelched into her core.

Xander, Dawn, and Tara had each been given a watering can and instructed to lightly douse all the plants, except for the canine peppers, which Whitney would handle herself. Xander was sprinkling whitish liquid onto a patch of grain, next to Dawn and Tara who were watering something that might have been potatoes.

"Hey, Tara?" Dawn said at one point. "Are you sure there's nothing... weird, about this stuff?" She held up her watering can.

Tara paused and turned to Dawn. "I still don't see any, um, magical properties?"

Dawn shuffled awkwardly. "Can you tell what it is, though?"

"Not, not really?" Tara said uncertainly. "Why?"

"Well..." Dawn finally told them all about Lucina and the whole human milking thing Whitney was doing with the broken woman.

Xander just stared. "That's... what? I don't even... what?"

"That poor woman," Tara murmured, squeezing her legs together.

"She seemed okay, for, you know, having lost her mind," Dawn offered.

"Do you think... Whitney was telling the, the truth?" Tara asked hesitantly.

Dawn shrugged uncomfortably. "It doesn't seem like she's done anything like that. She did give me a really cool bow..."

"Well," Xander said, "based on the way Marble was walking around, and, you know, Marble... I guess it's not that strange, since Whitney said it doesn't rain any - wait wait! Are you saying we're watering the crops with... milk? Girl milk? Person milk?"

Blushing, Tara sprinkled some in her hand and tasted it. "Um, I think Dawn's right."

There was a pause.

"Huh."

(For some reason, I can't help but keep imagining that Tara has a lactation fetish.)

(Unfortunately, updates to my fanfiction will be slow to on-hold after this, since I've decided that my new original fiction project, Solace, is what I want to be working on first and foremost.)