The Spell That Made Them Famous

TITLE: The Spell That Made Them Famous (1-18/18)
Round Robin
AUTHORS IN ORDER OF WRITING: faithful_chickie, Aby, Ellie, Thomas, Rosie,
Mary, Holly, Peter, Patricia, pbarkow, Lorri, Mark, JM, Reese, PT, Chris, KC and finished of by Aby!
EMAIL: AbyKitten@aol.com
RATING: PG - NC-17
PAIRING: Buffy/Faith, and many others
DISCLAIMER: These characters are the property of Joss Whedon.
FEEDBACK: Please.
DISTRIBUTION: Sure.
SPOILERS: Season six of BTVS & three of Angel.
SUMMARY: A spell has made the slayers celebrities. Now while fighting the forces of evil, they must fend off flocks of adoring fans. The only way to set things straight is for the slayers to team up and track down the Trio.

AUTHORS' NOTES: A special thanks to Aby for suggesting and organizing this Roun Robin. Written by members of the Faithful Chickies List.

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Part 1 - A Star Is Born


Warren leaned over Jonathan's shoulder, "Almost ready there, Sparky?"

"Take it easy. I'm working as fast as I can."

Pausing from his action figure set up, Andrew walked over to watch. He anxiously stood, shifting from one foot to the other before finally raising his hand slightly to ask, "Warren, can you explain this part of the plan again? I'm not really sure that I understand it."

"Sure," Warren gave him a quick flick on the head.

"Oww!"

"Now pay attention, nimrod." Crossing over to a whiteboard, Warren pointed at the diagram. It depicted a stick figure marked slayer and three marked evil geniuses.

"Here we see the slayer. Now we make the slayer a big star." He drew many stick res res around her. "These can represent fans, paparazzi, stalkers, who knows… who cares. Basically, Buffy will be so busy fighting off the crowds that she won't have any time to track us." He added little bags with dollar signs next to the three lone stick figures.

"Ahhh, I see," Andrew nodded, smiling along with Warren, "so we make the slayer a superhero, only without a secret identity."

"That about sums it up."

"Get over here! I think I have it!" Jonathan called out, waving frantically at them. "Here hold this," Shoving a talisman in Andrew's hand, Jonathan began the chant. "Doma voluntatem, libera cupidinem, erumpe, ignem, Slayer... "

..........

"Did you hear something?" The slayer glanced over at her best friend to find the young witch staring, "Wil, are you alright?"

With a dreamy smile, Willow replied. "Uh-huh."

"Wils, wha--"

The telephone rang, interrupting her. Moving over to answer it, Buffy reached for the receiver.

"NO!" Anya shouted, hurrying into the room, "Buffy, you know you shouldn't answer that." The ex-demon playfully slapped at the slayer's hand while taking the phone.

Buffy's eyes narrowed, "Excuse me but this is my house, thank you!" Testily, she tried to take it from Anya who was already in the midst of talking.

"You know how stars are. Yes, she's a bit eccentric." The ex-demon chuckled with whoever was on the other end. "No. No can do. Her Letterman appearance is on the fourteenth."

The little blonde opened her mouth to object but was distracted by the ruckus outside. Rushing to the window, she peeked out and several flash bulbs fired.

"There she is!" Screams from the crowd could be heard.

Buffy dropped the curtain and looked back at Willow. The red head gazed at her and sighed.

Trotting in from the kitchen, Tara handed her a mineral water. "Is there anything else I can get you, Buffy?... Anything at all... Maybe you'd like a foot rub?... Or I can get a hot bath ready for you?... Anything you want."

"HUH?!"

Dawn bounded down the stairs with her friend.

"This is my sister," The teen announced proudly.

Holding out the book she was clutching, the girl tittered nervously while Dawn explained, "Buffy, she wants you to sign it."

"ARRRRGH! THAT'S IT!" The slayer exploded, bellowing in a fit of frustration. "WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"


..........


Facing the bars, Faith finished her cigarette and flicked it onto the floor outside her cell. A clamor erupted.

"Faith!" "Hey!" "It's Faith!" "No way!" "Ooh Baby!" "Faith, we love you!"

Frowning, the slayer backed away, but the catcalls and whistles continued. For some reason it seemed they were all suddenly shouting for her."

"Faith, wait!" "We like you better than Buffy!" "Faith! Faith, please! I'm you're biggest fan!" "Slayer, I want you!"

"FUCK OFF!" The brunette grabbed up her box of personal items and hopped up on the bunk. Listening to the howls, the slayer hurriedly located her list of numbers. Unless the freakish shit stopped, Faith was prepared to waste a phone call.

"Faith? Omigod! Is it really her?"

The slayer glanced over to see the warden excitedly motioning for the cell to be opened. Once he gained admittance, he stood wringing his hands, "I'm so sorry. I came as soon as I heard. There's obviously been a dreadful mistake."

"Oh yeah?" Faith chuckled, arching an eyebrow, "How so?"

"Well your incarceration, of course! I don't know how this could even happen. Locking up a slayer... now that's what's criminal." Nervously muttering, he gestured for the guards to start gathering Faith's stuff, "You're being released. The governor himself has granted the pardon."

"Say what?! Why?" Jumping down, the slayer glanced around to see other inmates still staring. "What the fuck is going on here?!"

Before the warden could even respond, Faith held up her hand. "Never mind. I'll take that pardon." She peeked back out at the frenzied prisoners. "Just get me outta here!"

"Great." He smiled goofily smiled and held out some paper. "Now can I trouble you for an autograph?" Ducking his head, the warden mumbled. "For my wife."


........


Buffy scowled when the girls all began explaining at the same time. "Shush! Forget it! It's obviously some kind of crazy spell!"

The slayer grabbed her jacket and headed for the door.

"No! Not out the front!" Anya yelled, motioning her in. "You'll have to sneak out through the basement."

Before Buffy could even move, the door burst opened and Xander stumbled through.

"That was Xander!" "Where?" "I touched him!" "Does anyone know if the slayer is in there?" "Why isn't Anya a demon anymore?"

The crowd's chatter could be heard as Buffy held the door waiting for Giles. Stepping onto the porch, the slayer tugged her watcher in. "Giles, I'm glad you're here! There seems to--"

"Omigod, there's Buffy!" "Slayer!" A roar came up from the mob as they rushed the door.

"Oh Shit!" The pretty little blonde fell on it, trying to force it shut. "You guys, give me a hand!"

Giles and the Scoobies helped push the door closed. With a satisfied grunt, Buffy locked it and then turned toward the group. "Look, I don't know what kind of spell this is, but it's obviously dangerous. So we need to get in research mode immediately."

Buffy began her usual instructions. "Wil, I need you to get online. Giles, call the council. Tara if you can check through the books, and Dawn you help her. Xander, will you--"

The slayer halted, taking in everyone's glazed and adoring expressions. Growling loudly, she stormed past them and out through the basement.

......


The small superhero muttered angrily to herself as she wandered toward the cemetery. A good slay would ease her tensions and then she could stop by Spike's crypt. Maybe, he would shed some light on things.

Twirling her stake, Buffy called out to whatever creature that was huddled in the bushes. "I see you. Now come on out and get staked like a polite baddie."

There was a flutter and then a flashbulb fired several times.

"What the--" Caught off guard, the slayer tumbled over a tombstone.

"That was great Miss Summers. Now can I get a picture of you holding up your stake?"

With a grimace, she got to her feet. "How about one with me sticking a stake up your--"

"Slayer, over here!"

It was the paparazzi. Several of them spilled from the bushes and trees surrounding the cemetery.

"Smile!" "Miss Summers!" "Wait, one more shot!" "Buffy! Buffy!"

Buffy's eyes went wide as a horde of screaming teens headed her way. Whimpering, she raced in the other direction.

"She's over there!" "Hurry!" "Buuuuffy!" "Slayer!" "Bufffffy, I love you!"

The little monsters followed close on her heels, reaching and grabbing at her. RIPPPP!

Her jacket was torn then her shirt. "Damn you kids, that was silk!" Buffy screeched, punching the nearest boy hard in the face. While they hesitated; she escaped.

Hurtling a high wall, the tiny slayer turned the corner and staggered into Spike's crypt. She barricaded the door then leaned back against it, breathing a sigh of relief. "Oh god, Spike. It's like the Twilight Zone out there. I need your help."

"Slayer?" The vampire whispered reverently. His eyes fixed on her, filled with wonder. "Is it really you?"

"Christ!" She smacked her forehead. "It's affecting you too?!" Buffy stomped over and forced Spike into a chair. Crouching in front of him, she asked. "Spike, why are people chasing me and taking my picture?"

He snorted. "Because you're bigger than the Beatles, that's why."

"Again, I say, HUH?!" Buffy watched as the vampire quickly got to his feet. He strode over and picked up several books.

"Here. See for yourself."

Across the cover of the first was "The Slayers: Saving the World for Centuries". The second was titled "The Unauthorized Biography of Buffy Summers", and the last was called "The Chosen Two" with photos of Buffy and Faith on the front.

The slayer gasped and sputtered. "Spike, this isn't real. None of this."

"Not following you, luv... How's that?"

"It's a spell." She began to pace, running her fingers through her tangled locks as she walked back and forth. "But how? And why?... It doesn't make sense."

"This is my favorite." With a shy smile, the bad boy took down a calendar and handed it to her. "You and Faith look amazing in every picture."

Buffy blushed as she flipped through it. Each picture was carefully staged and showed the slayers either in lingerie or a bathing suit. Sometimes they were together, sometimes alone, but always striking a sexy pose. The final month featured her and Faith sharing a passionate kiss.

With a horrified yelp, she dropped it to the floor.

"Buffy?" Anxiously, Spike came to her side. "What is it?"

Shaking, the little slayer pointed. "That! We're kissing!"

"Yeah. So? Everyone thinks you're perfect together. It's a slayer thing."

Pushing the doting vampire away, Buffy headed for the exit.

"Wait! Slayer, I thought you wanted my help?" He called out pathetically as the blonde slammed the door.

........


Faith sat in the back of the limousine, flicking through the channels on the television. Leaning back, she looked through the partition to see the driver stealing peeks.

"Hey, what's with you?! Watch the damn road!"

"I'm sorry, miss. I've just never... I mean, you're one of the slayers, aren't you?"

She closed the partition.

........

As soon as Buffy came in, Willow rushed over to her. "Not now, Wil. I just want to get some sleep. I've been hiding outside for hours waiting for some of those people to leave."

Wearily, the slayer trudged up the stairs. "We'll have to straighten this all out in the morning."

"But--"

The little blonde eased her bedroom door cl, ig, ignoring the witch's weak protest. As it clicked shut, she heard the sexy voice.

"Hey there, lover."

The slayer spun around to find Faith stretched out on her bed, smirking.

"FAITH, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR THIS!" Buffy lunged.

Dodging the petite slayer, the brunette easily tossed Buffy onto her back and quickly straddled her. Leaning close, Faith leered. "Awww B missed you too."

Before Buffy could react, Faith was on her... kissing her... caressing her... making her moan.

"Thanks for getting me out. But B, this whole fame gig.. just not my scene, yunno?"

"I--I didn't." Buffy shook her head as the younger slayer yanked down her pants and panties.

"Don't worry, babe. I'm still gonna show you some gratitude." Faith grinned, lowering her head between Buffy's legs.

"Oh god... mmmm..." The blonde shivered and smiled. "Faaaithyyy."


Part – 2

Faith ducked her head down further, taking a deep breath and drinking in the scent of Buffy’s arousal. She’d wanted to do this for the longest time, and now here she was, head poised and tongue ready to taste the nectar she had always dreamed of. Inching her face ever closer to the shivering blonde, Faith smiled to herself before diving in and pushing her tongue into Buffy’s now dripping slit.

“Aaaaahhh, oh Faith!” Buffy shrieked bucking her hips up into the other girls face.

Grinning like a madman, Faith savoured for a few seconds her first taste of Buffy before once again dipping her head and taking a long slow lick. She was about to take the other Slayer’s clit into her mouth for the fist time when an almighty crash came from behind them, causing both women to spring apart as if being stuck with a cattle prod.

“What the fuck?!?!” The younger woman yelled trying to see what had caused the ruckus.

Coming back to her senses after the almost tonguing she had received from Faith; Buffy grabbed her robe from the hook on the back of her bedroom door and wrapped it around herself. She couldn’t believe she had almost let that happen, and with Faith of all people! How could she have been so stupid? She hated Faith with a fiery passion and now she had almost gone and slept with her! What the hell was she thinking? No, she wasn’t thinking and that was the problem. Pulling the belt on her robe tighter, Buffy walked around the bed to see what had caused the crashing sound.

“I don’t freakin’ believe this!” the blonde yelled as she looked at her bedroom window, which now sported a rather large hole. Looking down, she saw the cause of said hole; a half brick with a purple note attached to it. “What is with these goddamned idiots,” she huffed picking up the brick and taking the sheet of paper from round it.

Faith had watched the entire scene from the other side of the room, including Buffy’s reaction to what had almost happened between them, and came forward to see what the note said. Judging by the look on Buffy’s face she knew it had to be something interesting. She grabbed the paper from the older slayer and began to read aloud.

“My darling Slayers,

You do not know me, but I know you. I know your hearts, your minds, and your souls. That is why I am asking this day that you become my wives, and live a life of worship and adoration with one who would meet all of your needs. A man overflowing with love, joy…and skin. I eagerly await your answer my precious flowers.

Yours for Eternity,

Clem Jenkins, Esquire.”

Faith couldn’t hold back any longer, she doubled over laughing dropping the note to the floor. “Shit, B, this is priceless!”

Giving Faith a disgusted look, Buffy picked up the note and threw it in the trash can, “Trust you to find this funny,” she harrumphed.

“Fuck, B, how can you not find it funny?” Faith questioned, wiping the tears from her eyes “I mean there are people camped out round your house, photographers and news cameras everywhere, and you just got a marriage proposal lobbed through the window. Not to mention the fact that the Scoobies are acting like fanatical zombies…well, even more than usual. And you don’t think it’s hilarious?”

“No Faith, I don’t think it’s hilarious. I think it’s freaky and weird and I want to know exactly what you did to get us in this position.” Buffy growled taking a step closer to the dark haired slayer.

“Whoa there, Blondie, I had nothing to do with this. Try asking Red and her blessed-wannabe’s. This smacks of magick!” Faith responded, putting her hand up as if to stop Buffy in her tracks.

“Well, if you had nothing to do with it, why aren’t you still in prison?” Buffy asked, her eyes narrowing.

“That’s the thing, B, I don’t know! This morning I’m sitting in my cell when the breakfast bell goes, I get up to go to the dining room and the minute I put my foot out the door, the whole of D-wing is falling at my feet, including the screws.” Faith began to pace as she continued her story, “Next thing I know I’m being taken to the governor’s office, where the slimy little faggot is practically on his hands and knees begging me to forgive him before he hands me my release papers and asks for my autograph. Then, I’m bundled into the back of a waiting limo and before I can ask any questions I’m pulling up in front of your place.” Faith finished, coming to stand in front of Buffy who was now sitting on the bed.

Buffy looked at Faith for any sign of lies, but was surprised to find that the younger girl was being totally honest and was just as in the dark about this whole situation as she was. Rubbing her hands over her face, she tried to put the whole thing into perspective.

Sighing deeply Buffy nodded her head slightly, letting Faith know she believed her. “OK, if you didn’t have anything to do with this and I didn’t have anything to do with this, then who did? I’m totally agreeing with you on the magick idea, but I very much doubt it was Willow or Tara. What would they have to gain out of doing something as stupid and juvenile as this?”

Faith shrugged. “Nothing, so that’s why I’m putting bets on it wasn’t them.”

Buffy yawned, rubbing at her tired eyes. Why did things like this always seem to happen to her, she mused, and especially at bedtime. Why couldn’t all of her problems happen when she woke up feeling refreshed?

Faith noticed Buffy yawning and could see that the other woman was exhausted. She wasn’t feeling much brighter herself and knew that they should both try and get some rest before tackling this problem head on.

“Look, B, I can see you’re tired, and so am I. I really don’t think we’re gonna get anything accomplished tonight, so why don’t we just get some rest and get back on the case first thing in the morning.” Faith said, sitting down on the bed beside her counterpart.

“You’re right,” Buffy yawned again. “I’ve had a rotten day and it just seems to keep getting worse. I need a clear head to deal with this.”

“Erm…I have a slight problem, B,” Faith said, looking down at her shoes, “I’ve got nowhere to go, and, well, even if I did have there are all those people outside and they’re g go go wicked crazy if they see me and probably rip my clothes off of try to kidnap me…” Faith babbled without realising she was doing so.


“Faith!” Buffy interrupted before Faith could ramble on any further, “you can stay here tonight.”

“That’s great, B!” Faith grinned.

“Shit!” Buffy frowned.

“S’up?” The dark hair girl asked, seeing the perturbed look on the blondes face.

Buffy sighed “You’ll have to share this room with me, I just realised the rest of the house is filled with the gang.” At Faith’s questioning look Buffy answered, “Well, things have been a bit crazy here of late, and for safety and other reasons everyone just seemed to move in here, and that’s the way it’s stuck.”

“Oh, I see.” Faith nodded. “Well, I’ll just grab a blanket and a couple of pillows and make myself comfy on the floor.” The dark haired girl shrugged.

“No, you can’t do that. There’s all the glass and stuff, you better share with me,” Buffy said before tng bng back to Faith. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but Faith seemed as clueless as she was about this situation and she supposed that since it was happening to both of them it would make sense they both do the investigation.

Swallowing her pride and squelching down her supposed dislike of the other woman, Buffy pulled down the comforter before slipping off her robe and sliding into bed. “Oh, just one more thing, Faith, stay on your own damned side of the bed.”


Part – 3

"My, aren't you frigid tonight, B?"

"Look! Just... shut up, Faith! Just shut up and go to sleep. I am so sick and tired of always being propositioned by you!"

Buffy stewed in her juices while the brunette grinned to herself mischievously. She had gotten Buffy's goat, as usual. The blonde Slayer was so cute when she was angry. Cute and horny, god knows how many sessions of amazing sex has resulted from one of their fights.

In the room next door...

"Did you hear that?" Willow was frantic as usual.

"What, sweetie?"

"It sounds like Buffy and Faith aren't too happy. Buffy told her to stay on her own side of the bed, then Faith got mad! Which made Buffy mad, and now they're both mad, I think, I mean, I don't know if they're..."

Tara stroked Willow's hair, calming her down and stopping her babbling.

"Well, what with Faith just getting out of prison, I'm sure Buffy just isn't too keen on trusting her. Remember what happened last time?"

"Yeah, I know that Tara. I tend to like them together. Two Slayers dating each other? How cool is that? It's like I'm witnessing some kind of awesome, Slayer history thing before my eyes. That and what with Buffy's trouble with boys, and me being gay now..."

"I understand, sweetie. But let's get some sleep now. If they start fighting, we can deal with it then, not before it even happens."

Willow rested her head on Tara's shoulder. The two witches held hands as they drifted off to sleep together.

In the room next door, the two Slayers, still far apart drifted off to sleep as well...

A strange mist began to hover over both beds, but as quickly as it came, it disappeared up the noses of the four ladies.

*****

It was only a few hours later when both women were awoken by a crashing sound on the first floor. Both girls, still naked, were groggy when then they went to investigate.

"It's okay guys, it's just me." It was Tara; she was late coming from the Bronze, and very much alone. Nobody had seen Willow for a few days, so Tara had been sleeping at the Summers' house, the college campus had been much too loud lately, what with dickhead frat boys and cunthole sorority girls having orgies to celebrate the upcoming football season. Not a good place for a lesbian witch to be, you know.

Buffy, realizing her state of nakedness, jumped back into the bedroom, but Faith stood there proudly, even turning on the hallway light, which illuminated her pert body.

Tara started to nervously babble, her stutter coming back worse than it ever was. "I, I, I... bet-bet-better get to my roo-roo-room."

"Come this way," Faith smiled, outstretching a hand to the young blonde witch.

"I... don't know, Faith, I mean, I'm..."

Faith looked at Tara's body. Her soft looking body was a perfect anecdote to Buffy's small, waif-like frame.

"Perfect for keeping the two of us warm." Faith smiled a smile of lust that Tara has rarely seen with Willow.

"This way clothes aren't needed, and in fact, clothes are illegal for this room of the house."

Tara swallowed hard, looking at Faith again, and at Buffy who was lying naked on her side in bed, her back and the top of her ass crack showing.

"You know, I'm not really sure I should. I mean, I don't..."

Faith ripped off Tara's skirt, revealing her legs and panty-clad bottom.

"Faith!"

"It's ok, I'm sure Willow can sew it, now, take the rest off!"

Tara was somewhat self-conscious as she slid off her top. She tried keeping her breasts covered with one arm, while taking the top off with the other.

"Oooooh, Buffy, look at hippie girl, no bra for her."

Tara blushed some more, hoping that Faith wouldn't make her take her panties off.

"C'mon, hippie girl, you've got nothing I've not seen before."

"Faith, I think this is a mistake. You don't really want me, this is just some joke. I'll be going..."

Before Tara could finish, Faith got on her knees, and gave her cute tummy a lick. Tara was an inny, and Faith slid her tongue around her bellybutton, sliding her tongue in the button, licking.

Tara began to giggle and let her arms go. While still laughing and distracted, Faith grabbed Tara's panties and ripped them off, throwing them into the other corner of the room.

The tummy worship had made Tara slightly wet, as Faith could clearly tell. That, and Faith giggled as she came face to face with Tara's clean-shaven quim.

"Oh come on, Buffy shaves her trim too." Faith laughed while Buffy turned over, shooting her a dirty look.

"Well, it's such a light blonde anyway... But it's not that... I just... My butt is too big."

Faith turned Tara around and smacked her butt.

"So, a little jiggle, it isn't like you got any wrinkles on your ass or anything.

Tara blushed again, feeling the burn rising in her face.

"Oh, Faith, come on now, leave her alone."

"C'mon, bubble butt, get on the bed. You ready, B?"

"I don't have to eat her out do I?"

Tara turned and headed for the door.

"What the fuck's your problem, B?"

Faith headed off Tara before she could leave.

"C'mon back here now. Buffy just doesn't know what she's missing."

"Are you sure? I mean, if you two want to..."

"No, it's ok, isn't that right, B?"

"Yeah, whatever, I'll do what I want!"

"And so will I. C'mon on, hippie girl, you ever do the 69 with Red?"

Tara giggled, and nodded her head.

"So, you want to be on top, or on the bottom?"

"I was always on the bottom before, I mean, Willow is so small."

"Well, I'm a Slayer, and I want you on top. I think you need your butt spanked a bit more, don't you?"

Tara looked somewhat worried.

"Just kidding. C'mon, I'm more used to B being on top of me, and I promise I'll do this well. Besides, B just volunteered to be on dildo duty, whether she knows it or not."

"I did what?"

"I said that B just volunteered to rim you, Tara."

"You did what?!?"

"Ha, calm down, B," Faith handing her a dildo, "I said that B is on dildo duty."

"Hey, that's Mr. Pointy!"

"I thought you called your stake Mr. Pointy?"

"Um, yeah, my 'stake'." Buffy doing the quote/end quote gesture.

"Oh, such a naughty girl, B. Maybe you're normal after all."

Faith lay down on the bed, waiting for the blonde witch to sit on her face Tara's smell of arousal was strong and inhaling it made the Slayer equally wet. Tara's hot breath made Faith squirm and wriggle her nose into the witch's clit.

While Tara's hot mouth devoured Faith, she propped Tara's ass up a bit, so her mouth was right on her clit, but her lips were high enough that Buffy could easily insert the dildo.

Buffy spread open Tara's lips, marvelling at the soft, pink folds inside. Buffy stared for almost a minute, noticing at how the dark pink core seemed to breathe as Faith licked and fingered her clit.

"What the fuck? C'mon B, don't stare at it, fuck it!"

Faith went back to licking the large engorged clit, while Buffy licked the dildo before sliding it inside in one hard thrust.

Tara let out grunt.

"Mohammed fucking Allah! What is wrong with you, B? Slowly, and sensually!"

"Sorry," B said, without really meaning it.

Finally, after three tries, Buffy slid the dildo inside Tara without hurting her.

Sliding it in and out, this time slowly and gently, making sure she didn't jam it too hard inside; Tara seemed to actually like this. In fact, when B finally got the rhythm right, Tara was moaning into Faith. Buffy could see and smell her juices drip out as the dildo, along with Faith's tongue, made the blonde witch gush. Buffy, wondering what another girl tastes like, licked Tara's lips. Buffy enjoyed the sweet, salty taste, making her suck on Tara's lips, even tongue fucking her core.

Tara's fingers and tongue had really started working on Faith. She could feel a white light feeling going up and down her spine and flowing all over her. Unlike more orgasms, it didn't last for a few seconds, it had started over 2 minutes ago. It was like the blonde was using magic to keep her coming.

Faith's early suggestion of Buffy giving Tara a rim-job had made Buffy curious. Of course, she was just joking, but this was sex goddess Faith. If she suggested it, then it must not be too horrible of an idea.

Tara let out a shocked but pleasurable shout, and Faith laughed to herself. "Hah, B's secretly an ass worshipping rim-jobber. What a freak."

Buffy's tongue slid over the tight pink ring, seemingly softening it up, as it became easier to penetrate deeper. While having her tongue up the witch's ass, she slid her hand down to Tara's quim and slid a few fingers into her folds.

Buffy, being the inexperienced dyke she was, slid them in a bit too hard, Tara didn't seem to notice much, given how her pleasure overload was about as high as it could go.

Before long, Tara threw her head back and shouted loudly her pleasures. The orgasms, stronger than Willow could ever give her, tore through her body and made her come loudly, forgetting her shyness for once, and getting lost in the moment.

While Buffy still had her tongue up her ass, Faith moved her mouth, catching Tara's come in her mouth. Faith grabbed her and forced her down harder on her face, continued to eat her while Tara got off. Tara was shaking and convulsing, not used to such pleasure.

Her shouts were so loud nobody heard the front door open. Nobody heard the footsteps coming upstairs, and certainly, nobody heard the door open. For the next minute or two, Tara was still lost in the throes of ecstasy while Faith and Buffy continued to lick her.

Tara nearly collapsed in Buffy and Faith's arms.

When their orgasms had finally subsided, everybody noticed the sad looking redhead standing in the doorway.

"There are all these people outside, and then I come in here, and I... Sweet fucking Thespia! Tara!"

Tara, looking drunk on sex. She was sweating like crazy, her nectar still flowed from between her legs.

Buffy and Faith took turns licking her tummy, enjoying the film of sweat that had gathered on it. Tara giggled while the Slayers ran their tongue over her soft, warm tummy. Faith and Buffy enjoyed the warm, comforting feeling of resting their faces on it.

"Tara! Say something! What did you two do to her?"

"What does it look like, Red?"

"I know, but... You had sex with Faith and Buffy, Tara! Oh my GAWWWWWWDESS! You had sex with Faith and Buffy!"

"Hi sweetie!" Tara beamed with a large smile.

"Oh come on now Red, get naked and join us!"

Buffy looked at her mischievously. "Yeah, Will, always room for one more!"

"You'll like it, sweetie!"

Willow stood there a few minutes, wondering what to do next...

Just then, the alarm sounded, the four sleeping beauties awoke with a start. "What the hell was that?" They said, seemingly perfectly in sync with one another.

The two witches marched into the Slayers' room, asking them about their dreams.

When the witches entered the room, the Slayers were looking at each other, "You mean, you...? We did Tara?" Their words were perfectly synchronized.

Tara stood back, blushing slightly. "I had the same dream, you two, I mean..." Tara blushed more profusely this time, trying not to laugh.

Willow was beside herself. "I had this dream, you two were doing Tara, but I didn't get to have any fun!"

Willow made her grumpy face, while Tara rubbed her back.

"Guys, this was so odd. Do you think it might have been..."

"What, Buffy? Some bad food?" said Faith.

"Nothing is making sense anymore. Get Giles over here, we should probably make sure this isn't some kind of spell."


Part – 4

When Buffy came back from phoning Giles she found Faith watching a new programme "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" on TV.


“B...You know what…I'm starting to enjoy this fame thing. Think about it, B, everyone in Sunnydale seems to have become our groupies, and do anything we say. I'm out of jail…but maybe, if the fame spell is broken, they'll come after me again. I had seventeen years left to do and I don't want to be sent back there. And besides, our bank balances have got to be huge."


"Faith, I don't care. I can't slay properly. My private life is no longer my own, and wherever I go I have mad fans screaming after me."

Faith smiled and said, "You could pay people to slay for you, B. You could have a team of Slayers with their own armbands and…"


"Faith, asking people without slayer strength to slay would be highly irresponsible and dangerous…and…and wrong! People would die as a result. Unlike you, I don't kill humans."

Faith scowled. "That was an accident, B." She picked up the phone and dialled a number, then talked a bit to the person on the other end and hung up. "B….I've got two million dollars in my bank account!Two million, and I'm sure you have at least as much, maybe even more." She looked at a newspaper, then carried on watching TV to see ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer.’ "Hey, B, you're even more famous then I am! I don't want this to stop. I want to stay famous, the money and my freedom make it worth it."


"I don't care….I just want things to be back to normal. I don't want to be Buffy the Super heroine…I just want to be me. Now lets see…..Willow and Tara would not have cast such a spell…..nor would Rack, no motive. Glory's long dead. Neither Dawn nor Giles nor Anya would have done it, so who?" The cogs turned in Buffy's head, "Ah…of course…the trio! Warren and his fellow geeks, to get me out of the way." She strolled outside and was met by hundreds of people on their knees in front of her. *Geezz…now I know how Glory felt as a Hell god. Everybody in Sunnydale are my minions…so let's use them, let's delegate.* "People of Sunnydale….I want you to form posses and track down a certain Warren Meers and his deputies, Andrew and Jonathan. Don't hurt them, don't lynch them, just bring them here, alive."


Within minuets the word had spread all over Sunnydale. The entire police department set off in a column of cars to capture Warren, whilst the whole of Sunnydale was scoured by its citizens. Even the vampires and demons joined in the hunt. Faith slipped out of the house via the back door and rang Warren's number.


Warren and his friends were watching "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" when the phone rang. "W…it's Faith here. You and your friends have to go into hiding…B's got the whole town looking for you."

"Why are you trying to help us?" asked Warren.

"Because you got me out of jail and made me rich and famous. I'm going to get my fans to protect you but you have to stay undercover for now. Quickly…run."


Faith telephoned the media and made a quick statement, "I ask my fans all over Sunnydale to stop hunting Warren and his friends and protect them. They made me what I am." All over the town of Sunnydale people began to take sides. Some for Buffy, some for Faith. And the united posses split up into quarrelling factions.


"What has Faith done??" screamed Buffy, her face red with anger.


Part – 5

Willow looked at Buffy as she gently rubbed Tara’s shoulders she spoke in a soft reassuring tone of voice, “Well duh! She’s made a press release trying to stop the hunt for the trio.”

“I know that but why?” Buffy screamed at the two witches in front of her, “Doesn’t she want to have a private life?”

“Buffy calm down and think for a minute…” Willow said as she crinkled her brow, “maybe Faith is right about this rich and famous thing not being that bad. It beats the hell outta flipping burgers for minimum wage any day!”

“Will that’s not the point and you know it!” Buffy scowled as she spoke, “This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be! Don’t you remember that monster that got created when Jonathan used a spell almost exactly like this on himself?”

Willow crinkled her nose as she looked at Buffy, “That was different Buff, the monster was made because Jonathan wasn’t an athlete or any of that other stuff… You and Faith really are the Slayers and do have super strength and all that stuff. The spell didn’t need to get power from someplace else to make you into something you weren’t. Now everyone knows who and what you are and you’re rich and famous too, everyone admires you and wants to be you.”

Buffy scowled at Willow, “You’re not helping Will! It’s still wrong and I can’t slay properly with the media hounding me!”

“Buffy c-calm down…” Tara said with a slight stutter as she took a deep breath to calm herself down, “Faith said you’re millionaires, you could do a lot of good that kind of money. You can take care of Dawnie and anyone else you want to take care of with millions of dollars…”

Buffy looked at Tara and spoke in soft tone of voice, “I didn’t think about the being rich part before just the no life part.”

Tara smiled at Buffy, “So are you going to call off the man hunt now?”

Buffy scowled as she looked at her friends, “I shouldn’t. I want to have a little talk with those boys about doing this to me.”

Willow looked at Buffy, “Buffy you’ve made sacrifices for the greater good before. Just because you had the fame and fortune forced on you doesn’t mean you can’t use it to everyone’s advantage. You’ve already shown that you can do it.”

Buffy gave her friends another scowl as she looked at them, “Isn’t anyone on my side in this?”

Willow giggled as she spoke, “Yeah all your adoring fans who are looking for Warren, Jonathan and what’s his name right now because you told them to do it.”

“Willow stop it, you’re so not helping,” Buffy said with scorn in her voice, “every Slayer in all of history must be turning in her grave at this”

“Sorry Buff but I the rich and famous thing has more advantages than disadvantages” Willow blushed as she spoke to her friend, “you’ve never been a regular girl now everybody knows it and loves you for it, what’s so bad about that huh?.”

Tara looked at the window and began to stutter and stammer worse than ever, “Buffy y-you have t-t-to s-stop this!”

“What are you talking about Tara?” Buffy asked with a dumbfounded look on her face.

“L-look oue w-e w-window” Tara stammered as pointed towards the window. Buffy went to the window and massive riot had broken out in the front yard. The factions where beating each other to a pulp with anything they could find. Buffy then noticed more than a few of them had come prepared for a fight. Buffy watched in horror as she saw a pink haired girl get clobbered with a baseball bat and crumple to the ground in an unmoving heap. She drew in a quick breath and watched another person get stabbed in the gut with large kitchen knife, the person who’d done the stabbing gleefully smiled while they screamed, “Take that you nasty little Faith lover!” Buffy tuned pale as the realization of what was happening because of her and Faith’s fight came home to her. Buffy looked at her friends with a horrified look on her face her word coming out as barely more than whisper, “People are getting hurt and maybe even killed out there because of Faith and I fighting…”

Willow took in a deep calming breath before she spoke, “Nobody but you and Faith can stop it Buffy. Deal with Faith on your own about what she did. You’re both gonna to have to call off your fans we can’t have riots goin’ on.”

“Alright go and find the tramp and get her in here!” Buffy said in an exasperated tone of voice.

Tara looked at Buffy as Willow went out looking for Faith, “Buffy, you and Faith need to sit down and have a long talk.”

“Not even” Buffy’s voice was clearly colored by her anger, “I’m gonna kick her ass proper for this.”

“Buffy wouldn’t talking it out be better?” Tara pleaded to the tiny blond slayer.

“Nope gonna kick her skanky ass.” Buffy smiled “Then find trio and make them undo this.”

Just then Willow returned to the room with Faith in tow, “look who I found in the backyard fanning the flames of that nice little riot we have going on?”

“Faith how could you do something like this!” Buffy exclaimed not concealing her anger with the younger slayer at all.

“What I told ya B,” Faith rolled her eyes as she spoke, “I like this rich and famous gig but you want ta bring it ta an’ end just cuz of yer fuckin’ private life or lack of one.”

“Faith you started a city wide riot!” Buffy’s vocal tone became shrill and piercing as she resumed her ranting, “people are getting hurt, maybe even killed because of what you did Faith! What you did was wrong! You told people to hurt each other!”

“I didn’t do that B” Faith said with less cockiness than she normally had, “I asked them to protect Warren and the others not to hurt each other. That they took sides and started fighting isn’t my fault.”

“Well you and me are gonna put a stop to it right now!” Buffy said the anger still in her voice, “We’re gonna have nice little joint press release asking that the fighting in the streets stop.”

Faith smiled as she heard this, “Does that mean no more hunting for Warren and those guys?”

“Not even,” Buffy grinned, “I’m gonna do it myself and you’re gonna help me.”

“Why should I, B?”

“Cause I’ll kick your ass if you don’t.”

Faith smirked, “You think ya can take me?”

Willow looked at them putting on her resolve face and spoke in a voice laced with barely contained mystical power, “Both of you shut up! You two are gonna go play nice for the media and undo what you did right now!” Willow smiled as she resumed speaking, “It’s not right to get other people involved in your little spat!”

Both Slayers looked at Willow in shock, they also decided not to trifle with a very powerful and angry witch who had made up her mind about what needed to be done. Tara softly said to Willow, “Calm down Willow they’re gonna do the right now…”

“Yeah sure whatever ya say, Red” Faith said clearly impressed by the power Willow’s barely held magic posed. She looked at Buffy as she spoke in a tone of voice barely more than a whisper, “B, when did Red get so powerful in the mojo department?”

Buffy hissed back to Faith, “I’ll explain it all later. Willow’s been my big gun for a while now.”

Buffy looked at Faith the anger draining from her voice as she spoke, “Faith, Willow’s right, we have a lot of things to talk about and settle” Buffy gave one of her little half smiles, “We have that press release to make and riot to stop…”

“Sure thing B, nothing like a little team work” Faith said light-heartedly

Within an hour of the press release the people of Sunnydale had stopped all rioting. The same people who had torn the city apart were now cleaning up the mess from the brief but very intense rioting. The Trio was sitting in their hide away looking dejected. Andrew said in panicked tone of voice, “They must know where we are, the Slayers are just toying with us.” Warren and Jonathan said in unison, “Shut up Andrew!”

Warren then said, “We need a new plan, they know we did this and they can call that man hunt back on at anytime.”

“Ok, so do you have one?” Jonathan said with clear note of doubt in his voice, “This one hasn’t worked out so well for us after all…”


Part – 6

Buffy walked into the kitchen to grab a soda, Willow sat at the table eating a turkey sandwich. “Hey Wil, thanks.”

“No problem, since you don’t have a watcher somebody has keep you two in line,” Willow raised her eyebrows and gave Buffy a smirk.

“I wish I could get along with Faith, you just don’t understand - she’s soooo aggravating Willow.”

“Go talk to her, you two managed to work on the press release and you’re both still in one piece” Willow replied.

Just then Faith sauntered into the room – “Got anything to drink, or do I have send one of my minions out to the store for some JD?”

“Come on Faith you don’t need any alcohol,” Buffy whined.

“You got something better to offer me B?” Faith winked giving the smaller woman’s body the once over.

“Upstairs Faith,” Buffy growled. She hated the effect that Faith had on her, *god she just has to give me that look and I feel wet.*

“Come on lover let’s go,” Faith said as she grabbed Buffy’s hand and led her out of the room.

Willow laughed and yelled, “Have fun you two!” *lust - that’s much better than them fighting*

As Faith tugged her quickly up the stairs Buffy said, “Faith we really have to talk.”

“Oh, so talk is what you want from me huh, I’m disappointed B.”

Faith stopped their ascent and pouted, “I thought it was me you wanted.” She pulled Buffy’s face close and kissed her roughly, Buffy moaned and opened her mouth to let Faith taste her. Faith pulled her mouth away, “I so want to fuck you right here, B.”

“Noooo, please, my room Faithy,” Buffy pleaded, pulling Faith’s hand and racing her up the stairs.

The slayers slammed through the bedroom door and Faith climbed slowly over Buffy’s body kissing her gently, she suddenly sat up straddling Buffy. Grinning down at the smaller slayer she said, “These clothes gotta go, B.” With that said she ripped the tank top off Buffy with one pull. “Nice - the no bra, B, let’s lose these shorts too,” Faith said as she moved down between Buffy’s legs and yanked the offending shorts off.

“Yours gotta go too Faith,” Buffy’s moaned. Faith quickly stripped and pulled Buffy onto the bed.

Buffy climbed on top of Faith pressing her thigh between her legs. Faith sighed and opened her legs nice and wide, “Ah babe, I like you on top just don’t be to rough with me please.”

“Faith please don’t tease me” Buffy said as she stared with open desire into Faith’s eyes.

“Sorry, B, I can be a shit sometimes,” after a moment she continued, speaking very low, “B I know you’ve always known that I wanted you, wanted you from the first moment I saw you,” Faith hesitated “but things were fucked up back then and they aren’t so much now…and I want things to be right now…”

**********************************************

Meanwhile back at the supervillians liar

“Will you idiots shut up for a bit so I can think, you’re worse than two small yappy dogs,” Warren said as he rubbed his eyes and tried to concentrate.

“Maybe we can turn the three of us invisible, they’ll never be able to catch us,” Andrew said.

“The invisible thing kinda worked before,” Warren turned and quickly whacked him across the head with his baseball hat.

“I’m thinking robots,” Warren mumbled.

“Oh I sooo love R2D2…” Andrew’s face broke into a wide happy smile until he saw Warren grab at his cap again threateningly. Andrew winced and said “sorry Warren, go on.”

“Alright remember the Buffy sexbot I built for Spike?”

“That thing has gotta be scrap metal by now Warren,” Jonathan replied. At the mention of Spike, Andrew’s eyes glazed over as he recalled watching Spike with Anya. *Spike sure is hot.*

“No Jonathan, I’m sure they still have the robot and no matter how toasted it is I can fix it. Then all I have to do is make a Faith robot,” don’t you see how this can work you dorks?” Warren glared at the pair.

“Umm yes, three guys and two slayer robot sex slaves – this could be amazing,” Andrew said smiling widely.

“No Andrew he doesn’t mean it like that,” Jonathan shrugged and said, “he means replacements for our nemeses”


Part – 7

"But won't it take too long? How long did it take you to make the first one? Plus we'd have to get all the data to make the Faithbot," whined Andrew.

"Yeah, that's right," Jonathan's shoulders slumped, crestfallen. "If only we could have magical powers to wave a wand & just make them, Poof! Wouldn't that be cool?"

Warren grabbed his cap to hit them with, and then halted mid-motion. “You know," he spoke thoughtfully, "that might not be too bad an idea. And I think it's just the job for you Sparky." Warren leaned in menacingly toward Jonathan.

Jonathan swallowed. “I could, maybe, uh, look into some spells to speed things up for you- us..."

Warren's eyes fairly glowed in anticipation, "Get on it. And I expect results."

**********

"..I want things to go right this time." Faith looked into the other slayer's eyes, afraid, excited, confused but knowing she wanted more than just lust from Buffy.

Buffy leaned in, kissing her possessively. She pulled away to croon into Faith's ear, "I know Faith, we'll make it right. Everything will be right. Just give into me now, “She rubbed her heated, wet centre meaningfully along Faith's hard thigh, "come on baby, we both want this."

Faith's eyes glazed at the scent of the aroused blonde slayer rubbing herself against her. Buffy's mouth sucking on Faith's neck wasn't helping her search for clarity either, "Buffy..."

"That's it Faith," the sexually frustrated blonde encouraged, "you feel so good. I want your mouth on me. I want your tongue inside me. Please."

Faith's gears were grinding. The first touch of fingers on Buffy's wet lower lips caused them both to whimper.

Buffy growled in need, "Come on Faith. DO it! Fuck me!"

Suddenly the little blonde found herself landing on the floor. Angry, she rubbed her behind & asked Faith, "What the Hell was that for?"


"This is what I don't want B. You & me, I want it to be more than just a quick fuck. I want you to feel for me, the way I feel for you...I want this to be...special." She felt stupid saying it, but it was how she felt. She wanted better for both of them.

Buffy heard the words but her denied release left her snarling without thinking, "Dammit, you can fuck every one & their dog but you can't fuck me? What kind of game are you playing with me Faith? Is this just another one of your mind games?"

Faith hopped off the bed & shoved clothes on, never allowing Buffy to see the tears in her eyes, "I'm not the one playing any games, B. And if you can't deal with how I feel or what it means to be with me. Or maybe you're just freaked about it meaning you'd be in a relationship with a girl...I don't give a flying rats ass. I'm outta here. Call me when you want me to be more than just a tongue to get you off." She left slamming the door behind her.

"FAITH!" Buffy shouted; throwing a pillow at the door that had just closed.

************

Faith toured every grave site & demon hotspot in Sunnydale & was running out of victims. She lost track of the hours but it was still night & she was still upset & pissed at, B, and herself. At everything. She needed more things to kill. A noise off to the right, behind a mausoleum caught her attention. She grinned ferally & went for her next target.

**************

The hours had done nothing to lessen Buffy's frustration, or her confusion. True, she didn't want to deal with what it would mean, Faith's or hers. Why couldn't they just be in the moment? Leave the thinking for later? When Faith got back she'd-

"Hey," The wanted figure said from the doorway, "is it safe for me to come in?"

Buffy's head snapped up to see the rumpled dark slayer leaning against her door.

"Faith!"

"The one & only," Faith winked at her before sauntering in. She gave Buffy the once over. "Still in the buff B? Gotta say, I like."

She leaned into the very surprised Buffy & kissed her, thrusting her tongue into the blonde's mouth, her hands snaking around her & pulling her tightly to her.

Buffy moaned helplessly against her, "Yes Faith, please!"

Faith chuckled low, the breath caressing a petite ear, "You know how I get after a good slay B. I'll take care of you; give you everything you can take & then some. You ready for that?" she teased while her hand slid between Buffy's ass cheeks & a finger swirled around a tight anus meaningfully.

Buffy clutched at her, on fire at the unexpected touch, "I want that. I want you."

Without warning, Faith plunged a finger into Buffy's virgin hole, causing the blonde to gasp. Faith's other hand went to a very drenched pussy, "You like that do you. Figures you'd be into kink B, being as wound as you are; you need that extra length for release. Well don't you worry B; I'm going to take you to Heaven in every single way..." She pushed the blonde down on the bed with her body overtop of hers," yep, you're going to be seeing Heaven real soon."

Buffy could only moan & writhe on the bed in anticipation.

*************

One more second, there! Faith grabbed the hiding figure & turned the creature around for a better look. She stared, mouth agape.

"B?"

"I wanted to see you," Buffy leaned into Faith's arms, "I missed you," She leaned up for a kiss.

Faith pushed her away, "Damn B! Don't you get no means no? Go back home!"

Buffy crossed her arms. "You rather we fight?" She questioned Faith, incredulous. "Are you for real? You owe me Faith! After everything you've done you should be doing everything & anything to make it better. Or didn't you mean it when you said you screwed up & wanted to make things right?"

Faith paused & turned back to her, "Tell me B, how do I make things right?"

Buffy smiled engagingly, "Come here & I'll tell you."

Frowning, Faith approached her, "You still think I'm playing with you B?"

"Of course not Faith," The girl's smile was brighter than sunshine.

Still unsure, Faith stepped closer, "So you're not angry anymore?"

"Not angry." Buffy reassured her.

Faith took that final step & regarded Buffy. She gave her a kiss full of soul & want & need. After a moment she pulled back & took Buffy's head in her hands. She looked into those green sparkling eyes. "That's too bad, because I'm real angry right now."

Before Buffy could react, Faith snapped her head around, so hard it came right off with crackling wires dangling.

She chucked the bots head to the side. And began to run toward the Summer's residence. "Actually, completely pissed off & ready to kill those three geeks is more like it! Like I couldn't tell the difference between a bot & the real B. No slayer connection you bunch of dorks. I'll rip your heads off too you hear me!" She yelled before breaking into a dead run for the Summer's residence, only one thought on her mind & in her heart.

Buffy.


Part – 8

When Faith finally made it to Buffy's house she crashed through the door and bounded up the stairs by twos. Throwing open the door of the blonde slayer's bedroom, she almost couldn't believe what she saw. Buffy…her Buffy with another girl!

"What the hell is going on here?" Faith cried.

The Faith bot got off Buffy and turned to look at Faith. Faith really couldn't believe her eyes now. The other girl was her. Then Buffy finally recovered.

"Faith! But how? I thought this was you!"

Faith was curious now.

"Buffy, now that hurts. You can’t tell the difference between that and the real thing?"

Faith would never use Buffy's first name unless she wanted to let her emotions show.

"But Faith, she’s so lifelike and she looks exactly like you. There is no way I would be able to tell the two of you apart."

Faith glared at the bot representation of herself.

"Get out of here and don't come back!"

Faith really wanted to rip its head off but she didn't know how that would effect Buffy, and she didn't want to upset her no matter how mad she was at her right now.

"You know, B, I'm gonna have to punish you now."

"Faith what are you talking about?"

"It was not nice of you to go and do what you did with another girl. I thought we had something here, me and you."

"But Faith…"

Faith cut her off, "There are no buts, Buffy, and there is no possible way you can apologize. I'll just have to make you pay."

"What do you want Faith a fight?"

Buffy got up off the bed in a fighting stance.

"B, do you know how ridiculous you look right now in a fighting stance naked? Lay back down on the bed with you arms above your head."

"What?"

"Just do it or I will force you to do it."

Buffy
complied lying on the bed with her arms above her head. Faith then took a pair of handcuffs out of her pocket she then handcuffed Buffy's arms above her head around the middle post of the bed. Faith then went to Buffy's closet and grabbed some scarves. She spread Buffy's legs and tied both ankles to either side.

"Faith what’s going on, what are you doing?" Buffy asked.

Faith said nothing and just walked around the bed surveying her victim. Her eyes were like that of a lion stalking their prey. Buffy got scared at this point.

"Faith please, don't hurt me."

"Oh come now, B, I would never do anything like that to you."

Faith was just playing with Buffy now, letting her lay there for a few minutes suffering because she didn't know what Faith had in mind. Then out of nowhere Faith produced a feather from her pocket.

"Oh no, Faith, please don't I am extremely ticklish."

"But B, I have to teach you that you can't just go around fucking anything that moves."

With that said Faith slowly moved the feather up Buffy's right side.

"Heeeehaaaaaa Faaaiiith pleeease stooooop."

Faith wasn't about to stop, she was going to make Buffy pray for death.

Faith continued with the feather on Buffy's right side but then she added her long fingernails on Buffy's left side. The shock to Buffy's body was electric and she exploded with gales of laughter.

"Haaaaaahaaaaaahaaaaahaaaaahaaaaa Stooooooooooooooop!!!!"

"Oh my, B, you are pretty ticklish I had no idea."

Faith dropped the feather and spidered her fingers in Buffy's soft smooth underarms. Buffy couldn't stand it, it was tickling so much.

"Faaaiiith haaaaaheeeeee I caaaan't taaaake much more."

"Well isn't that just too bad for you because I have a lot more to give my dear."

Faith watched Buffy's heaving breasts with interest.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."

Faith took one hand and dragged a nail across Buffy's throat and down to her right breast. With the lightest touch she drew a circle around the base and tickled the underside. Buffy went crazy tossing her head to the right and left, her shoulder length hair falling across her face. Faith was having so much fun with the right breast she decided to torture Buffy even more by doing the same thing to her left breast. She concentrated on both of her breasts at the same time.

"You know, B, you may think this is bad but it is nothing compared to what I'm going to do next."


Part – 9

“Um, Faith,” Buffy said trying not to sound like a wildcat in heat, “I know you’re upset right now. But I’m sure there’s some way we can...”

“Work things out?” Faith said her fingers still stroking the small, perfect breasts. “I don’t know, B, this seems to be working out for me.” The right hand left the breast and started to trace circles on the blonde slayer’s belly. The smooth muscles seemed to tense under Faith’s ministrations, “And it’s not like you’re not enjoying it.” She raised both hands in front of her, smiling as Buffy let out an involuntary whimper, “There ya go.”

Buffy was about to say something when the brunette leaned down, her lips barely touching the petite body. Buffy shuddered, and tried to press her skin against Faith’s.

Good. Let her know what she was missing. What could so easily have been hers if she’d just opened her eyes and saw all she really needed was right in front of her, clad in crimson and leather, all hot and bothered whenever Little B was nearby.

“You know, B,” Faith whispered as she let her hair fall down in front of her, dark strands brushing against bare skin, “things could had been so easy if you just...” She stopped talking and stated nibbling at the taut skin of Buffy’s belly. Then her hip, then it was a pink tongue dancing on the inside of her thighs, always avoiding the hungry, wet pussy.

“Faith, pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaase,” Buffy moaned against her will “just...” she was trying hard not to cry.

“Fuck you?” Faith asked with a wicked grin, coming to rest her chin on Buffy’s stomach. “You know that’s not gonna work with me anymore, B.” She slid a finger inside the other woman’s hot, tight passage and nodded in satisfaction at the involuntary gasp. “I think I just want to torture you.” She pulled her fingers back and licked them. “All worked up and no play will make B a good girl again.” This was going to be so much fun.

***************************************

“Uh, guys?” Andrew called, his eyes never leaving the surveillance screen, “I think you gotta see this.”

Warren and Jonathan walked towards the screen and looked into it, “That's the front of the house, right?” Jonathan asked.

“Yes,” Warren said as he stared at the crowd gathering
on screen.

“Andrew panicked, “This is bad,” he said standing up, looking around, “we need to get our stuff and go! Faith lied to us!” he was picking up his actions figures as he spoke.

“Wait,” Warren ordered, “look who’s in the middle of the crowd.”

“Andrew moved closer to the screen, arms still full, “Faith?”

“Faithbot,” Jonathan said, “they must have followed her here.”

Warren’s smiled widened.

“Guess she made herself some new friends. And her friends are our friends.”


Part – 10

"So, what are we going to do with out new friends? Throw a big party?" Jonathan asked, not entirely bothering to keep the sarcastic tone out of his voice.

"Gee, I don't know if we have enough chips for that many people..." Andrew trailed off as the other two would-be super villains looked at him.

"Yes, actually I think a party would be a great idea," Warren grinned.

"You do?" Jonathan and Andrew asked together in somewhat surprised tones.

"You know, part of the super villain thing was supposed to be having a 'secret' hideout." Jonathan made gestural quotation marks around the word secret.

"Ah, but what else do super villains need?" Warren asked rhetorically, "Evil minions."

"They're not about to volunteer to be our evil minions," Jonathan said.

"Ah, but they're not going to be our evil minions. They're going to aid us in the community enrichment project that we're doing to help celebrate our being reformed by everyone's favorite heroines," Warren's grin was broad though not at all friendly.

"Nobody's going to believe that," Jonathan said uncertainly.

"Oh but they will, when Faith tells it to them. I'm sure they'd be only to happy to support any good cause she pointed them towards," Warren said.

t let least until the real Slayers find out and tell them otherwise," Andrew replied.

Warren turned abruptly and advanced on Andrew. "Well, I guess you'd better come up with something to help keep them distracted."

Andrew flinched involuntarily as Warren drew closer. "I guess I could think of something..."

"Good, you do that."

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Buffy was breathing hard. The older Slayer's eyes crossed momentarily as Faith poked her nose.

"You know, B, you are just so /cute/ when you're desperate." Faith gently drew a finger across Buffy's left nipple. The light-haired Slayer shuddered involuntarily.

"Please, Faith..." Buffy's voice was hoarse.

Faith's nails absently traced paths along Buffy's inner thighs, "Well, if you're really not enjoying my attention I could leave you alone."

"No... Faith, I'll do anything."

Faith raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Anything, B?"

"Anything." A faint note of hope entered Buffy's tone.

"Well, that's different." Faith's smile would have made a brave man look for a place to hide. "I'll get some ice cream."

"Ice cream?"

Faith nodded, still smiling and slowly stood up. "I'll try not to keep you waiting B."

With a fluid movement and slowly walked out of the room, switching to a sprint as soon as she left Buffy's range of vision.

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"This should help keep the Slayers occupied," Andrew said as idly stirred the contents of an ornately carved bronze vessel. "If it works."

"Let's hope it does," Warren replied darkly.

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Faith ran back ice cream in hand, barely aware