STORY TITLE: Buffy's Pack
PART: 18 of?
AUTHOR: Red Jacobson (red.)
DISTRIBUTION: Hentai-Foundry, Archive of Our Own, FF. Net, Questionable Questing, Twisting the Hellmouth
DISCLAIMER: None of the Characters You Recognize belong to me. They all belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
SUMMARY: After encountering Hyena Xander, Buffy makes a series of life-changing decisions
FEEDBACK: Of course! It Makes Me Write Faster
CATEGORY: Lots of Women
RELATIONSHIPS: Xander/Buffy/Multi, Joyce/Jenny, Giles/OFC
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 4,463
SPOILERS: None, goes AU during the first season of Buffy.
WARNINGS: If You've ever read any of my stories, you know what to expect, Oral, anal, Femme-slash, Dom/sub, multiple partners, and Femme-cest.
CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS DUE DEPARTMENT: The 'Ritual of Disavowal' is borrowed from Vidicon's Waifs and Strays Universe on TTH.
NOTE ABOUT HYENAS: I'm well aware that female Alphas lead most of the breeds of Hyena; the exception is the Brown Hyena, which has male and female Alphas. Also, in the episode itself, Tor, Heidi, Rhonda, and Kyle followed Xander's lead, implying that the four of them looked at Xander as their Alpha. I hope that clears things up.
ONE LAST (I HOPE) AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm playing with the timeline of Season One. When they were broadcast, The Teacher's Pet (the Mantis lady) episode was broadcast before The Pack. I had Buffy mention wanting to get her homework done for Doctor Gregory, who was the Mantis lady's first victim in Sunnydale.
BETA'D BY: YosugaT
Giles' Apartment
Friday, November 27th, 1998
Giles had honestly forgotten how annoying Thomas and Phillip could be, especially when one of them pulled a bird for the night and quickly split off for some privacy. Fortunately, they were still vulnerable to Diedre's glare, so they hastily made their way out the door and to the hotel where they had reserved rooms. Closing the door behind the two men, Giles gave Jill and Diedre a hungry look, saying, "I thought they would never leave!"
Jill nodded emphatically, but Diedre just let out a throaty chuckle, "The plonkers were probably hoping we would invite them to join in, though it wouldn't be the first time, either."
Jill's eyes widened in surprise and looked at Giles in askance. He shook his head, "Other than Ethan, none of us were curious enough to try it."
"That's their problem," Jill said dismissively as she moved closer to Diedre, placing her hands on the other woman's face and pulling her in for an eagerly returned kiss. Giles sat across from the two women, knowing they were solely focused on each other, and was content to watch the show from the bed. Things immediately started to heat up with the women fumbling to unbutton each other's blouses, revealing the soft, creamy skin on the top of their breasts as their hands slipped into their tops to grasp at hardening nipples. Jill nearly had Diedre's blouse fully off when there was a sharp knock on the door. Jill broke the kiss with a frustrated groan, and both women reluctantly separated and tried to put their shirts back on to maintain appearances.
Adjusting his trousers so that his turgid cock wasn't poking a massive and obvious tent, Giles stood and walked to the door. A quick peek through the peephole showed Buffy and several other girls, but no sign of Xander or Cordelia. A quick deduction revealed the most likely reason for their absence, and he felt a small twinge of envy for the young man. Of course, he was more than happy with the relationship he had with Jill, but it would take a blind man not to be appreciative of the rich girl's stacked figure! He called back over his shoulder to let Jill know who was there, and he could have sworn he heard Jill mutter something about a cock blocker as he turned back around.
Opening the door, Giles stood back to let Buffy and the others come in. He was about to introduce them to Deidre when Buffy, looking over his shoulder with a smirk, surprised him by saying, "Two at once, Giles? Are you sure you have enough Viagra for that, champ?"
Giles had no idea what she was talking about, although the poorly muffled snickering from Willow and the others should have clued him in. When he turned to look behind him, the two little minxes had already removed their blouses again, and they were kissing like it was about to be made illegal.
'Somebody is really begging for a spanking,' he thought, struggling to keep a bland expression on his face. Buffy was looking overly smug, and he was tempted to make a genuinely sarcastic comment to wipe the smirk off of her face. He retorted, "I've never had any complaints. Why, would you like me to get some for Xander?"
He heard Jill choke back a laugh, but unfazed, Buffy just shook her head. "I've got no complaints, although I was a bit sore after the sixth time in one night. Other than that, it was fantastic! I appreciate the offer, but we'll pass."
"Well then, what brings you by this afternoon?" Giles tried to keep the impatience out of his voice, but from the sympathetic look on Darla's face, she understood what he wasn't saying.
"Since you are back from the desert, did you complete the ritual?" Buffy asked. Giles, suddenly a bit more engaged in the conversation, nodded in confirmation. Buffy followed up and asked, "Do you need everyone who did the ritual this morning to do it again?"
"Not for something as benign as a Purification Ritual. The three of us could lead the chant while the rest of you support us. Did something happen this morning to make it a priority?"
Buffy frowned slightly, "Not this morning specifically, but it's just that since we did the Primal ritual, all of us have a strange feeling, almost like there is something foreign inside of us that none of us particularly want to have in there. Alpha and I seem to feel it the most, but all the cubs have said they feel the same thing. We'd also like to get Mom and Jenny to get the Purification done too since they are aware of what's out there in the dark, and it should help them a ton."
Giles nodded, "We should plan on starting out at daybreak Sunday morning so Joyce can open the gallery on time. Give me a call tomorrow afternoon, I'll have to do some research on the Purification Ritual and copy down the runes that need to be painted on your bodies."
Buffy turned to leave with the others in tow when he added, "You know Buffy, you could have just called or come to ask me by yourself. Did you really need to bring everyone just to ask those questions?"
Buffy grinned, "If Alpha and Cordy weren't busy breaking in every room in the house, I probably would have called you, but when it's one of our first times with Alpha, he wants us to enjoy his full attention. So far, Willow and I have enjoyed the hell out of it!"
With that, the four of them walked out the door, with Buffy closing it behind them.
With a shake of his head, Giles turned around and asked, "Well then, where were we?"
He walked toward where his two companions had just finished undressing to join them, but Diedre stopped him saying,
"Before we get too busy and I forget to ask, what's going on with your Slayer and the other girls talking about Alpha and cubs. That doesn't sound like a very healthy situation, Ripper. It seems to be almost like the mess we got into back in the 70's, though I know you would stop them before they went that far."
He shrugged, "I can understand your concern, but it's nothing like what we did with the Sleepwalker. It all started when the school had a field trip to the local zoo..."
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Sunnydale Gallery
Friday, November 27th, 1998
Just After Noon
Joyce and Jenny had been on their feet constantly, bustling around the Sunnydale Gallery's sales floor since early morning when they arrived with the sales assistants Joyce hired to get ready for the holiday season.
The Black Friday sales had brought in a massive flood of art enthusiasts, and they felt physically and mentally drained from all of the multitasking. Despite the exhaustion, Joyce couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as she looked at the long line of customers waiting to purchase their favorite pieces. It was just after noon, and they had already made a significant profit, which was great news for the gallery's finances.
As they took a break to catch their breath, Joyce gave Jenny a tired smile. She couldn't believe how busy they had been since the gallery opened. It seemed like every person who walked through the door ended up buying something. Joyce was grateful for the community's support and love for art. It was a good sign for the future of the gallery and its artists.
The gallery had always been her dream, and it was finally coming to life. She looked around at the beautiful pieces displayed on the walls and felt excitement bubbling back up again. She knew this was just the beginning and that the Sunnydale Gallery had many more successful days ahead.
The door chimed again, and Joyce had to suppress an involuntary shiver when she saw Mayor Wilkins ambling through the door. The man seemed perfectly normal, but she couldn't forget their encounter when she and Xander had met up with him at the Mattress Store's Grand Opening. She didn't know what it was, but going over her memory, she remembered that something had made her uneasy about his presence. When Xander commented on it a bit later, it added further confirmation to her gut feeling.
As the mayor made his way to the few Remington paintings she had on display, Wilkins glanced briefly at the other works, but the majority of his interest was clearly in 'The Scout'. Joyce couldn't help but wonder what it was about that particular painting that attracted the Mayor.
Trying to control her unease, Joyce slowly walked toward the man, observing him closely to try and see what it was about him that made goose-flesh come up on her arms. Putting on the most natural smile she could muster, she said, "Hello, Mayor Wilkins, I see you noticed our recent acquisition. It just arrived Wednesday evening, so I apologize for not getting the chance to contact you. I know how interested you are in this particular piece."
Wilkins gave her a genial smile, "Oh, that's not a problem, Joyce. I was already planning on stopping in today anyways. I always make it a point to visit our retail businesses on Black Friday, just to make sure that things are going well."
They spent a few minutes discussing the Gallery's success, and the Mayor invited Joyce to join the local Merchant's Association which helps coordinate special events, sales, and other activities.
The store started getting busy again, so Wilkins smoothly steered the conversation back to the Remington. He ended up buying the painting at full price, and Joyce certainly wasn't going to complain about that!
After the Mayor finished paying for the artwork, he gestured to the side, and a man who Joyce thought might be the Deputy Mayor hurried forward and took the painting out of the Gallery, moving toward City Hall. The Mayor bid the women farewell as he walked out the door, a satisfied smile on his face.
Turning back to Jenny, Joyce noticed the look of discomfort she directed at the Mayor as he moved out of sight. Moving closer, she spoke softly, "Did something bother you about the Mayor, babe?"
Jenny started to shrug but instead just shook her head, "I don't know what it is, but there is something off about him, as if what we see of him is just a mask, and, just like with Lovecraft's Old Ones, what's behind the mask is pure madness."
Joyce paused, ensuring she wouldn't be heard, before saying, "I feel that too, and Xander is cautious about the Mayor, as well."
Joyce wondered if Jenny could find out anything about Wilkins without being discovered, but that was something to discuss after dinner tonight.
Looking around the Gallery, Joyce noticed a nicely dressed man admiring the prints of several Rembrandt's that she had in a less busy section of the wall. She could understand the man's interest; discovering Rembrandt's work while she was in college drew her away from the Pre-Med courses that her mother had pressured her into taking, and instead led her to take Art History and several related courses. Her mother certainly wasn't happy about it, but Joyce stood firm, and eventually, she came around to Joyce's point of view.
Walking over to the man, she said, "I see you also appreciate Rembrandt. I would love to own an original instead of the prints I have for sale, especially 'The Nightwatch.'"
The man turned toward her with a smile that went all the way to his eyes, and he said, "I've really liked Rembrandt's style ever since my parents bought the Time 'Life of Famous Artists' books. I spent hours after school going through them, and I really enjoyed most of the art within them. However, I can't believe what some people will pay for one of Picasso's so-called 'pieces' since it's not really to my personal taste." The man paused his rant and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry about that. Sometimes, I can get up on a soapbox about things, it's a bad habit of mine. I'm Ted Buchanan, and from your comment, it seems that you are the owner of the Gallery?"
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1632 Revello Drive
Earlier that morning
Cordelia had been looking forward to today ever since the afternoon Buffy made both her and Willow submit. It was understood that Buffy, as Alpha's Mate, would be the first to give herself to Alpha. Willow had dreamed about submitting to Alpha and Buffy for several months, and her history with Alpha made it obvious the redhead would be next in line. Before being brought into the pack, Cordy would have felt jealous of Willow going before her, but now, all she felt was pure anticipation. She was even excited about giving Alpha her ass, something she'd never done before. From what Buffy had said, wearing the training plugs really helped to get her used to being stretched, which meant there was almost no pain at all!
Cordy had taken extra time in the shower, making sure her pussy was completely hairless, and using an enema so that she was completely clean. Finally, it was time for Alpha to claim her. The house was empty except for the two of them, and she was naked and nearly shaking with excitement. She'd been entirely nude in front of Alpha and the others many times, but this was different; this was something she would remember for the rest of her life.
Xander's eyes were burning into hers, and she somehow felt even more naked than she currently was because it was Alpha judging her now, not just Xander. Cordy could almost see her cub rolling onto her back and baring her throat in submission. It was only a few seconds, but it seemed much longer before his eyes changed to the usual warm brown color she was used to.
Xander's feral grin changed, becoming a warmer smile. Reaching for her hands, he said, "Before we do what both of us are eager to do, I want you to know that Buffy and I are very happy that you are part of the Pack, and we will remind you of that every day."
Before she could even think of a response, he pulled her against his naked body and cupped her ass cheeks to lift her up. Cordy's legs reflexively wrapped around his waist, and she threw her arms over his shoulders. His mouth came down to claim hers, teasing her lips open with his tongue. She eagerly accepted it and sensually sucked and licked his writhing tongue, moaning around him.
Cordy held on tightly as Xander carried her across the room, each stride rubbing his thick cock against her soaked pussy until he stopped and laid her down at the edge of the bed. She was pleasantly surprised when she felt soft towels under her, happy that she wouldn't be leaving an embarrassing wet spot behind.
She stretched out her nubile body on the mattress, luxuriating in the feeling of his hands moving down between her legs. His experienced fingers deftly stroked her soft folds, coating them in her sweet nectar and drawing a pleased sigh from her mouth.
"Reach back and grab the headboard, Cordy, and hold on until I either tell you to let go or fill your pussy with my cum. Are you ready for this, knowing that when the time comes, you will be having my cubs and teaching them what it means to be part of the pack?"
It was Alpha talking now, and her cub was panting with excitement. Cordy felt the same way knowing that the pack's cubs would have their Alpha, his mate, and her sisters to be there for them unlike her father or the string of ex-wives he's currently paying alimony to.
She could tell that Alpha wanted an answer, so she forced herself to concentrate enough to reply, "Yes Alpha, I'm looking forward to teaching and loving our cubs, or any of the cubs in the pack."
Alpha nodded, pleased with her answer, and said, "It won't be today, likely not before you are finished with your schooling, but it will happen. For now," he shifted between words, and once again, it was Xander smiling down at her, "let's enjoy the practicing!" Those were the last intelligible words from either of them for quite a while as Xander gripped his cock and steadily slid inside her depths, stretching her better than even the biggest of her toys. She was in heaven!
Cordy held onto the headboard for dear life as Xander lifted her legs onto his shoulders, lifting her bubble butt partly off the bed as he buried his cock inside her grasping pussy. Cordy was floating in a world of pleasure as Xander fucked her, filling her repeatedly with his pulsing cock. The thick ridge of his cock-head brushed her sensitive g-spot with every thrust sending waves of carnal ecstasy through her body. Her large tits bounced back and forth as her folded body received the force of his body weight.
It didn't take long for all of the sensations to pool together in the pit of her stomach, coiling tighter and tighter until it was almost painful. She was practically ready to beg Alpha to let her cum, but before she could, his hand moved between them. Xander gently rubbed his thumb around her clit, tipping her over the edge and sending the final pulse of pleasure rocketing through her body, triggering the release she'd been desperately craving.
"Oooooh Yes! That's it! Right there, oh fuuuuck! I'm cumming, Alpha, I'm cumming from you fucking me!" That was the last thing she remembered before the sensations overwhelmed her, and everything went black.
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Xander pulled back with a grin as Cordy enjoyed her trip to the land of perpetual orgasms. He already knew that she was gorgeous, but every woman seemed even sexier in the throes of passion. Cordy would enjoy herself even more later tonight when she gets to experience being the center of attention from all of them. Willow came close to passing out when she was the guest of honor at the pack's naked-happy-fun-time.
He stayed still until Cordy came back to reality, and then he started pumping slowly and steadily. Soon, Cordy was lifting herself off the bed, urging him to fuck her harder. Her pussy gripped and massaged his cock as she rocked her hips in rhythm with him until she hit another peak, gasping and growling as she saw spots in her vision. He had been holding back on his orgasm to try and let Cordy enjoy another climax, but the pressure building in his balls became too much. He stiffened, burying his cock in her pussy with a growl as he flooded her with his cum, torrent after torrent coating the entrance to her womb with potent baby batter. Shifting around, Xander laid down next to Cordy's exhausted form, wrapping his arms around her and whispering praise and appreciation in her ears as she fell into a light slumber. When he could tell she was asleep by her soft, steady breaths, Xander tugged the wet towels out from under her and spooned her closely, holding Cordy in his arms as he joined her in the land of Morpheus.
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1632 Revello Drive
Friday, November 27th, 1998
7:30 pm
The group were spread out among the various chairs, couches, and love-seats in the living room letting their dinner of hot turkey sandwiches and stuffing settle when Joyce got up and put Meatloaf's Bat Out of Hell on the stereo. As soon as the music started, Joyce turned up the volume until it was almost painful. Looking at Xander, she softly said, "Xander, do you remember telling me that somebody wasn't who they appeared to be?"
Xander nodded, understanding the need for the loud music and quiet speech. Darla sat up straighter on the sofa, paying close attention—this could be important!
Joyce said, "Well, he came into the Gallery this afternoon, and something about him made me uneasy. It made me realize that I had the same feeling at the Mattress shop. Jenny had the same reaction, but neither of us could pinpoint what was bothering us. He seemed excited to see the painting, The Scout, by Frederick Remington, that I had just purchased, but there was something weird about his expression. He didn't react entirely like a normal person would. It was about 95% normal, but because I was already suspicious, I noticed that his reactions were slightly off and lagged a bit, almost like he needed to decide what the proper reaction should be before he did it."
Xander turned to Darla, asking, "Does any of this bring back any memories? I think we can all agree that there is something wrong with him, but it seems like we are missing something."
Darla frowned in thought before shaking her head. "I'm sorry, Alpha. The mention of that painting tickles something back in my memory, but other than it being important, I don't really know."
"Thanks anyway, you've already given us more than we had before," he reassured her. Turning to Jenny, he asked, "Jenny, do you think you could do some digging about this person without letting him know that you are looking? I know Willow is Miss Computer Hacker 1998, but unless I'm completely off base, you've got a fair bit more experience than Willow does."
Jenny smirked, "You could say that. If the information is contained in a software program, it won't be a problem. However, if he has mystical protections, I would need at least a couple of serious practitioners of the art to watch over me while I'm looking. Although I have some skill with the art, something like that is out of my league."
"Fair enough, I probably need to get Giles to do some digging and find a couple of experienced mages to go with the person he found to help train Amy. Putting that aside, Willow," he called, "can you do your thing and check into Frederick Remington to see if he has anything mystical or dark in his background? You should also look into the painting that has him so excited. Anything that makes him giddy is probably not a good thing for the rest of us, agreed?"
The others nodded emphatically, and Joyce said, "I'm starting to get a bit suspicious of how easily that painting fell into my hands. I thought it was just a strange coincidence that, the same day he mentioned the painting as his favorite, I got a phone call from an Estate Agent that I've dealt with before who just happened to find several extremely valuable paintings, including the one he was interested in. I'm wondering if the woman who sold the painting to me was acting honestly, or if she was manipulated into contacting me?"
"That's a good question, but I don't know of any way to get an answer, unless the man is prone to monologuing his plans out loud," Xander mused.
The CD finished and started playing the first track again, so Joyce got up from her love-seat and searched through her collection before pulling out the Grateful Dead's 'Europe 72' discs, making Jenny grin as the opening chords of 'Cumberland Blues' came out of the speakers. Jenny took Joyce's hands, pulling her to her feet, and the pair started dancing wildly. Darla was next up on her feet, and she grabbed Alpha's hands to pull him into dancing; soon enough, all of the others were dancing and laughing, pushing the heavy conversation to the side to revel in the joys of friendship.
Darla was losing herself in the music, remembering being in the audience at multiple concerts, finding amusement in a vampire dancing to a band called the Grateful Dead. Those were the good times; the music was fun, and there was always someone, man or woman, who was willing to scratch her itch. During those times, she learned how to feed carefully because her prey were usually indulging in other substances that, while not harmful to her, did mess with her senses in a potentially dangerous way.
Darla was singing along to 'Jack Straw' when she noticed Alpha had a faraway look in his eyes. She was about to ask what was wrong when his attention came back to her, and they continued the dance.
When they took a break and sat down, Joyce and Jenny sat together on the love-seat, and Xander pulled Darla onto his lap. She squealed in surprise before smiling widely and wriggling around to get more comfortable. She was pleasantly surprised when Alpha casually said, "Ames? I know that you were planning to be with me tonight, but while we were dancing, I had a strong feeling that Darla should be brought fully into the pack, as soon as possible. To make up for it, you and I will be spending the day together tomorrow, if that's okay with you."
Amy looked relieved when he spoke, and she shook her head with a smile. "Actually, Alpha, that doesn't bother me at all. Honestly, I was more than a little nervous about everything, so more time to get used to the idea would help, I think."
Xander smiled, "That's not a problem, Amy, remember that there's no pressure. We all know you are pack, but you can take your time until you are ready to take the step."
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