The Warrior and Willow

Chapter Six

Beswitched -- Sunnydale

Gabrielle slowly woke up. She knew right away she wasn't in the hut she had fallen asleep in. Then she remembered why not -- her soul had been switched with the witch's. It was still dark, but she opened her eyes anyway. There was a light coming in through the window, not moonlight she knew, but it lit up the room enough that she could see. There was a door, two chests of drawers, and the bed she was in. She started to get up, but her movement caused someone in the bed to roll over towards her. Then this someone snuggled up to her, throwing one leg over hers. She, as her sex was now obvious, then covered half of Gabrielle's upper body with hers. Her hand cupped Gabrielle's breast momentarily, squeezing it gently. She then curled her fingers, letting them rake softly across her nipple, making it harden with the touch. She then moved her hand around Gabrielle's chest to hold her tightly, as if she didn't want her to move.

It was also obvious that they were both naked. Gabrielle could feel this woman's full breast as it flattened against her. Her hair had a sweet smell to it, but not overpowering. Gabrielle was almost afraid to move, hoping this wonderfully smelling woman would fall back into a deep sleep. As she lay there, she began to notice the various smells coming from this woman. Strongest was her hair. Next was the slightly musky smell coming from her armpit. And the faintest, yet the most erotic, was the aroma wafting up from her vagina. Her legs were straddling Gabrielle's and she could feel her crotch firmly pressed against her upper thigh.

Curious, Gabrielle brought her hand up to cup her own breast. It wasn't that much different from her own body. As she lay there she was becoming aware that her bladder was full, and the pressure was getting stronger. So, as gently as she could, she slowly moved the arm that was encircling her. Then waiting a short while, she tried easing herself from underneath the woman's leg. But she woke up.

"Where y' goin'?" the woman muttered, still mostly asleep. Gabrielle was gratified that she could understand her.

"I have to relieve myself," she whispered back as she slipped out of bed.

"Willow gotta tinkle?" she asked in a little girl's vice.

"My name is Willow. I think I like that," Gabrielle said to herself. "Yes," she replied, still whispering. "I'll be right back."

" 'kay. Hurry back."

Gabrielle looked around the room for something to put on, but there was nothing, so taking a chance, she went to the door and opened it quietly. She looked both ways and saw she was looking into a hallway. Closing the door behind her, Gabrielle walked softly toward a room that had a pale light coming from it. She discovered that the light was from a seashell on the wall. There was no flame but when she put her hand close enough she could feel some warmth.

"I shouldn't be surprised by anything I see," she thought. "Everything these people have will seem like magic to me."

Gabrielle reached over to close the door and saw a small protuberance on the wall. Then after closing the door, she flipped the switch and the room was flooded with light. She had to squint against the brightness.

"I wonder how I knew to do that? It must be one of Willow's memories."

Looking around the room she saw a large tub, long enough for a person to almost lie down in. Correctly, she presumed it was for bathing. Next to it was a smaller tub with a wide ring of some kind around the top. Touching it, it was firmly soft. And she could smell the faint odor of urine in the water filling a third of it. So, turning around and sitting on the ring, she emptied her bladder.

Even after she was finished she still sat, looking around. Next to her was a very narrow roll of what looked like bleached-out parchment. She pulled on one sheet and as it unrolled she was amazed at it's softness. Suddenly, a thought popped into her head, and she tore off and arm's length of it, crumpled it up, and used it to wipe herself. She then dropped it into the water.

"Another one of her memories?"

Standing up, Gabrielle gasped. Someone was standing in front of her, someone naked, and a woman. She then realized it was her reflection. She walked to a smaller sink that was under the mirror. The woman looking back at her seemed to be about the same height. But there the similarity ended. This woman had dark red hair that touched her shoulders. Her eyes were blue. And she very pale, with almost sickly-looking skin covered with orange freckles. She was kind of pretty, but cute was a better description. She smiled at herself. It was a nice smile with very white teeth.

Gabrielle brought her hands up and watched as she cupped both breasts. She squeezed them gently, then decided her own breasts were a bit larger and a bit firmer. She let her hands drop back down to the sink and used it as a support as she looked closer, trying to look at her lower half. She decided it was easier just to look down. Her stomach was flat and her pubic hair was dark red while her own -- Gabrielle's, was a dark blond. She seemed too thin and not very muscular. Rubbing her hands over her butt, Gabrielle was satisfied -- it wasn't too big, or too small.

Just then there was a tap on the door. Trying not to panic, Gabrielle asked, "who is it?"

"It's just me," the woman from the bed said a she stuck her head inside, then she came all the way in and closed the door. She was wearing a robe but it was open with her full breasts, belly and pubic area exposed.

"Mmmm, my little Willow's naked," she said in a very suggestive voice and grin. She then let her robe drop to the floor and went to Gabrielle, putting her arms around her as she pressed her body tightly up against her. As she did Gabrielle instinctively put her arms around the woman's body. She had never embraced a woman with this much weight before, but somehow it felt right, and she began moving her hands around her back, then letting them slide down to rub her butt. At the same time, the woman was kissing Gabrielle's neck and ear, whispering words of love to her. Gabrielle moaned softly.

She gently bit and nibbled on Gabrielle's neck, who was helpless to stop her. But, instead, Gabrielle pushed her leg between the woman's thighs and up against her vagina. They both could feel wetness. The woman continued to kiss Gabrielle's neck until their lips met. Gabrielle hungrily sucked on the woman's tongue.

"Baby, slow down," she whispered. "We've got all day."

But there was no slowing down for Gabrielle. There was only passion that continued to build. Then pushing her away, Gabrielle forced the woman to lean against the small sink, then dropped to her knees and her mouth went immediately to her warm, wet, erotic slit. And sucking and licking as if she couldn't get enough, Gabrielle brought the woman to orgasm.