Xander's BIG Surprise

Disclaimer :
I do not own BtVS, nor any of its characters. I make no profit from this work, and am only using the world for pleasure. Don’t sue. Please.

Summary :
After Halloween, Xander wakes up to find himself in an unfamiliar situation, with no memory of how he got there. Much raunch ensues, as he discovers new abilities granted to him, abilities that change everything.

Author’s Note :
Be aware that this is definitely AU, primarily because Dawn is in it from the start as Buffy’s youngest sister, though she doesn’t get a starring role until much later – so for those of you hoping for a quick ‘Dawn-Patrol’, sorry to disappoint.

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Xander’s BIG Surprise

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Xander slowly drifted up from the depths of sleep, and knew only that he was in a soft and comfortable bed. Lying back, luxuriating in the pleasure of the soft sheets and warm pillows, he felt his mind skitter back over the events of the previous night – those that he could remember.

Unfortunately, he could find only a few scattered memories, the rest lost in a milky haze.

He could remember the entire of the school day before, along with the horror he’d felt when ‘volunteered’ into Halloween duty with the kids. He remembered planning to hook up with Willow and Buffy for shopping for costumes, only to be caught by Snyder and thrown to the wolves – so to speak, in which he found himself forced to help hang Halloween decorations all over the school. By the time he’d been done, and got to the costume shop Ethan’s, not only had the girls left but the shop was almost empty, shelves cleared and bins hollow.

It didn’t help that the owner was a Brit. Xander didn’t have a problems with Brits, since Giles was one, but this guy… he felt slimy. Not physically, because that would be just so wrong, but in a mental sense. Greasy, slimy, slick, oily. His smile was easy but never reached his eyes. Xander would have left, but it was about to hit closing time and there was no chance of him getting to Party Town, the only other shop selling costumes, before it shut.

It was even worse than that, as with his limited budget he’d been planning to get a toy gun and pair it up with some green clothes at home to make a rudimentary soldier outfit, but all the toy guns were gone. When he’d embarrassedly shown the few bills he had, the man’s smile had taken on certain sneer-like qualities, but he’d still led Xander around his selection. Alas, there’d been only a single outfit left within his price range.

The owner hadn’t even been able to tell him its gender, let alone who the character was supposed to be.

Xander reddened as he distinctly remembered the shock and disgust he felt after donning the costume, and finally checking himself out in a mirror. Black trousers with a slight flare at the ankle showing their lack of style, red shirt with the top three buttons missing, and a black jacket over that – he looked like an Angel-wannabe.

If he hadn’t been so strapped for time, he’d have changed back into his original clothing and just gone mufti – but he didn’t, so he hadn’t.

From there, the memories started to fragment, but a few images were still clear to him. Most noticeable was when he’d arrived at the Summers’ residence and had knocked on the door. He remembered with crystal clarity the moment that Buffy’s mum, Joyce, opened the door and he got a good look at what she’d dressed up in. A single piece dress that clung to her body, almost moulding itself to her curves, and – as he quickly found out as she turned to call her daughter and Willow at his arrival – open at the back.

If the mere sight of her every curve being revealed to his eager eyes hadn’t been enough, knowing she was braless under that ensemble was enough to get him completely hard. For the first time he’d thanked the gods that the trousers were so baggy, having the mother of one of his friends know how her body made him react would have possibly made him die of shame.

Buffy had appeared wearing a stunning looking noblewoman’s dress and, if he hadn’t realised that she was wearing it for Angel, it would have caused him to kiss the ground she walked on; instead he merely complimented her on her dress sense, then turned to Willow. Buffy had seemed disappointed, but he’d known better than to hope for Willow to get past her ‘Boo’ stage. They had then left, after wishes of good luck from both Joyce and Dawn, who’d popped her head up from the couch and whatever programme she’d been watching.

Dawn had been miffed at first for having to miss out on Halloween and the fun that went with it, but that should teach her not to sneak out to go to the movies with friends.

His brow furrowed as a lightning bolt struck him. At the time he’d been completely oblivious, and even now he didn’t know what had changed, but he suddenly realised that, while Buffy had merely smiled at his outfit, both Joyce and, surprisingly, Dawn had spent a certain amount of time checking him out. It really shocked him when he saw, in his memory, the interest in both Summers’ eyes. They’d been checking him out, and he didn’t now how to feel about that.

He remembered being assigned to his kids, and the explanations he gave them on coercing more candy out of people, and starting to run his circuit of the neighbourhood. But then it all went fuzzy.

He had a vague sensation of a pressure in his head, and a force sweeping over him, then nothing. From there until this moment, his mind was blank. Frowning for a second, he struggled to remember anything else, before finally having to give up. Maybe Giles or Miss Calendar could give him a helping hand magic-wise, something to boost his recall.

Sighing, he knew what that meant. Time to get up. Shifting around he sat up and stretched, only to freeze as another realisation struck him.

He was naked. Looking down his naked body, he tried to blink that last few dregs of sleep from his eyes, since for some reason they weren’t focussing correctly. Something wasn’t right, something was different. Finally, he figured it out, and it was all he could do not to scream like a little girl.

He was… bigger.

He knew, from embarrassed glances in the showers that he wasn’t the biggest around, or the thickest, but he was proud of what he had. Average size, average length, average… everything. Not wonderful, but good enough. But now…

He was almost scared of it. Even now, semi-hard as it was from, ah, morning wood, and nowhere near its true potential, it dwarfed his previous package. Struggling to breath, he glanced around wildly, looking for a phone so he could call someone, anyone, he got a second shock, even greater than the first. The shapes he’d taken to be pillows, though large ones, were in fact people.

Women.

Naked women.

His eyes were especially riveted by one in particular. He couldn’t see everything, partly because she was lying on her front, and partly because another naked form was lying across her, but the little of her face he could make out… he had a sinking feeling that it might belong to his fifth grade school teacher.

It wasn’t that she was old, she was only in her mid-thirties, or unattractive, she was a petite strawberry-blonde. No, it was that she was a teacher, and something about that just felt… wrong.

But his musings were abruptly cut short as the most intense and pleasurable sensation he had ever felt shot through him. Gasping in shock, he felt his back arch as a hot grip encircled him and liquid pleasure slid up his shaft. It took him a moment to overcome the nervous twitching his muscles were intent on doing, and managed to look down at last. He stiffened in shock, and in another way, at the smirking woman staring up at him as she ran her tongue up and down his length.

It wasn’t that she was pleasuring him orally, though that was a part of it. It was that he knew her. He’d seen her around town a few times, but only been introduced to her the once. At the time he’d known she couldn’t stand him, and he had to admit he understood why. Not only was he the son of the town drunk, he was also the person trying to date her daughter.

So to find Mrs Miriam Chase lovingly sucking his cock… it was quite a shock.

“Mmmm, morning lover, sleep well?” The question was asked innocently, but as she ended it with a swipe of her tongue around the purple head, it was anything but.

“Um, ah, Mrs Chase… I…”

“None of that now, my name is Miriam, and after all those,” She paused, and he watched in interest as her pupils dilated and she bit her lip as a slight moan escaped her, “wonderful things you do to me last night, I insist you call me by it.”

“M.. Miriam, I uh… what are you doing?”

“Silly boy, what do you think I’m doing? I’m getting you nice and wet for me, just like I’m nice and wet for you.”

Anything he could of said at that moment vanished at the image that presented itself. It appeared in his mind’s eye for only an instant, but within that brief flash he saw this hot older lady beneath him, screaming in orgasmic joy as he pounded into her, passing out from sensory overload as he emptied inside her pussy.

To say he was hard after that, was an understatement.

A moan of approval drifted from her lips as she slid them free of the monster she was so fixated on. Slowly, never releasing him from her grip, she straightened and repositioned herself, allowing him to see at last the dripping cunt out of which his ex-girlfriend had left, so many years ago. That more than anything almost pushed him over the edge, but somehow he was able to hold the explosion back.

Instead he grabbed her hips – which were tantalisingly hovering over him, dipping briefly every so often to let the mushroom head brush the opening – and yanked her down, while at the same moment thrusting up, hard. He gasped, and her head slammed back in a silent scream, as he penetrated her fully, the head of his cock buried so far inside her that it was bumping against her cervix. But for all the wet, scalding heat surrounding him, for all that he loved the occasional twitch of her pussy walls as it tried to expand to accommodate him, it wasn’t enough – so he began to thrust upwards.

This time her screams were anything but silent.

Her body bounced and gyrated above him, as he reached depths within her that no-one had touched in years, and he locked one hand around her waist, unwilling to take the chance of her stopping. His other hand snaked up her sweaty body to her full chest, and quickly began to work her tits, pinching and twisting the nipples, causing her cries to become even more frenzied. He growled as he increased the tempo of his thrusts, wanting to have more in her, more and more, not wanting to have to wait for her flesh to return to him.

Staring up at her through lust-filled eyes he suddenly realised that one day, given the proper lifestyle, Cordelia Chase would have a body just as fine as this one, and knew that no power on this earth was going to stop him from filling that pussy at least once with his cum.

The thought of the look on Cordelia’s face as he filled her was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and he released with a roar. So hard did he come, that Miriam was almost lifted off of him from the force of the geyser suddenly filling her. The sensation, so powerful, of being filled so completely, sent her over the edge at last, and her body shook and twitched as the orgasm broke over them both.

Neither knew how long they rode the wave, if minutes or hours passed them by, but eventually they came back to themselves, and she collapsed atop him, panting from equal parts exhaustion and satisfaction.

Xander on the other hand, was fine and raring to go again, and couldn’t understand it.

He knew his limits. On more than one occasion he had got off, being a hormonal boy and all, but he also knew that not only had he never come that hard or that much, not when he was fantasizing about Buffy, nor about Cordelia. Not even when he let his mind dip into the forbidden area and he pictured Willow. He’d never come like that ever. What was more, one thing everyone always agreed on, was that virgins – which unfortunately included him – had terrible self-control and came quickly during their first time. So how he’d lasted long enough to not only get a grown woman off, but also to pretty much knock her unconscious, he had no idea.

Resolving to get a few answers, no matter how embarrassing it would be to tell Giles any of this, he gently moved her to one side and made to leave the room… only to hear a slight cough behind him. Turning he froze, as sitting on the bed now were the other five naked women, all wide awake from the royal pounding he’d just given one of their number, and obviously gagging for him to do it to them next.

Any thought he had to leave was banished as multiple hands dragged him back to the bed, and he found firm breasts in both hands, at least two mouths on his cock, and a dripping snatch an inch from his mouth. Shocked yet again that not only was his body able to go again, but actually yearned to, he gave in and buried himself inside whoever was over him even as his fingers went to work on the unknown nipples.

It took less than a minute before he found both hands busy with their own dripping pussies to deal with, and never to turn down a challenge, he set to with a will.

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Dragging his naked and sweaty body from the heap of flesh, he gave the satisfied women once last look, accompanied by a smug smirk, before heading to the shower, only to find to his dismay that it was already in use. Not sure if he was able to take another go, even if the hardness between his legs told another story, he turned to leave only to hear a familiar voice.

“Leaving so soon?”

Wincing slightly, he smoothed his features before turning back to where a very naked and soapy Miriam was sending him her own sly smirk.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me? I would think there are a number of places you simply can’t reach without… help.”

He groaned slightly. He couldn’t understand how she did this to him, how even talking normally was enough to change his mind and make him ready and willing. Alas he had no time to ponder this as a soapy yet firm hand wrapped around his shaft and tugged him under the warm water.

Surprisingly enough, for a few minutes all they did was bathe each other, if in as an erotic a way as they could possibly find. He had given equal attention to both breasts, firm D-cups that they were, and given her ass a good scrub – it wasn’t his fault his finger kept slipping between her globes and caressing her anal opening. But soon the bathing was over, as well as the foreplay, and he was currently working three digits in and out of her snatch at a hefty pace.

She was slightly bent over, gripping a shower rail to stop herself from falling as he punished her aching pussy, when he suddenly noticed something. As he pumped her snatch, her ass was grinding back against his cock – this was not something he had missed, but the fact that she had another hole that he’d hadn’t yet filled had.

And in this position, he couldn’t miss.

To test her resistance he slipped the hand not currently engaged in her pussy down her curves and probed her brown-eye slightly. The sound she made, halfway between a moan and a gasp, as well as the tightness of her back passage, told him either her husband hadn’t been treating her right, or she had never found a guy she was comfortable doing such things with.

It was a pity that he’d just discovered how much he enjoyed fucking that hole.

During the fuckathon with the ladies back in the bedroom, he’d quickly discovered each had a preference for what she wanted done to her. All loved it when he stuffed their pussies, but two had an obvious desire to have the tits and mouths fucked, while another loved to take it doggy-style. But it was his fifth grade teach Miss Williams that had shocked him the most.

She had an absolute love of anal.

He had taken her once on her pussy, as he had all the women, and she’d come pretty hard. But when he started to pound her ass, she turned into a whole different person. He’d never guessed such a sweet lady would know such foul language, or that her greatest fantasy was having a monster cock ripping her ass apart. She’d actually passed out when she came, and he’d had to leave her like that, his cum dribbling from her gaping hole as he moved onto the next horny wench.

Not that he’d come before her, but after all she’d said he felt she deserved it and had made sure to completely fill her ass. Though to be honest, he’d had to get one of the women to clean him off with as tissue before he was willing to enter anyone else, as the brown stain on his tip didn’t appeal to him. One thing was for sure though, never again would he ever simply assume a teacher was a good person simply because she was a teacher.

It was clear they could be as kinky as everyone else.

But now, standing behind the moaning Miriam, feeling the hot water beating down on his head as his cock continued to ache its need, he grinned to himself, knowing that this time the elder Chase was going to get the true fucking of a lifetime.

Repositioning himself, it had been the work of a moment to ease the head past her sphincter and start to slide it in, but now suddenly had to stop as she tightened herself around him. Looking at her, he was surprised to see fear in her eyes.

“Please, not there. Anything but there.”

From the fear lacing her voice, and the tenseness suffusing her body, he could only guess she’d had a bad experience once, and it had scarred her for life. But knowing what he did on how much pleasure he could give her like this, he didn’t pull out, he simply paused to let her get used to him in there – while at the same time continuing to work her other hole. He could feel the ripples of pleasure run through her pussy, thanks to the thin barrier of flesh touching his cock, and knew it was only a matter of time before his gentle ministrations got her so worked up she’d agree to anything.

Even this.

As her eyelids drooped, and moans began to issue once again from her full lips, he slowly began to thrust in and out of her ass, not going too deep, nor exiting her completely – only giving her as much as he felt she could handle. He was overjoyed when she began to moan louder and started to grind herself against him, working him deeper into herself. Slowly, he pushed against her and felt another inch slide into her, and felt a bit more tension leave her. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he found his balls resting against her buttocks as his cock was completely inside her.

And stopped.

He waited with baited breath, watching as her brows wrinkled, as she tried to thrust against him, tried to work him inside her. At last the moment came, when frustration overwhelmed fear, and she fixed him with her eyes and said those magic words.

“If you don’t fuck my ass right now, I will chop it off.”

With a smug grin, he gave her exactly what she wanted.

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Looking around the bedroom, the smell of stale sweat and lots – and lots – of sex pervaded his nostrils and he wrinkled his nose. Next time, he vowed, next time he had a gang-bang with half a dozen hot babes, he’d make sure they had more space, and better ventilation. Never really thinking about the ‘next time’.

Behind him he heard a noise, and when he turned he found himself looking at the dressed and suddenly demure appearing Miriam Chase. Sighing regretfully, he had a sudden desire to rip her clothes from her body and take her again anally, since after he filled her ass in the shower, she had begged him to fuck her like that from then on. Alas he knew it was impossible, since the both of them had to leave, as Real Life was soon to intrude.

But because his thoughts were elsewhere, he didn’t really catch what she was saying to him, until some of the words finally reached his brain.

“Wait! You want me to what?!”

She sighed as she gazed at him exasperatedly, and he hung his head in shame, feeling briefly like the boy he been before. Then the feeling passed as she chuckled.

“Like we both don’t know what exactly you were just thinking about, hmmm?” Her eyes dropped to his crotch, where his manhood stood at half-mast already, and grew more as her eyes came to rest on it. Her smirk turned to a leer as she let her eyes run back up his body till she came to his face, “You have no idea how much I want to strip naked and let you have your way with me, again, but I can’t. I have a husband I can’t stand, and a daughter who needs a good spanking to get back to. Until at least one of those problems is dealt with, I’m afraid… well, no more nookie for you. At least, not with me.”

Though her tone was resigned, the smouldering in her eyes spoke of something quite different.

“So…” He paused, trying to remember anything of what she had said before but couldn’t, and had to settle with something tamer, “Anything I can do to help?”

“Well…” She tapped her lips with one long finger, seemingly unaware of what that simple gesture was doing to the man before her, “I don’t think you can help me with my husband, so… why don’t you do my daughter?”

He gaped like a fish, unable to comprehend her meaning, and she let out a giggle at his expression.

“It’s quite simple really. Cordelia is a stuck-up rich girl, used to getting her own way, and belittling anyone who disagrees with her. She needs taking down a peg, she need a good spanking. And I feel you are the correct man for the job.”

“But I… but you… but she…” So stunned was he, he couldn’t even form sentences.

“Listen, why I didn’t like you… doesn’t matter anymore. All that matters to me is my baby girl’s happiness, and I think you can give her that. As I am more that aware, you and she got up to quite a bit in the months you were dating, but she never went down on you, or let you in her panties.” At this he opened his mouth to blurt a question, but she was easily able to guess what and spoke first, “Not everyone in this town are as unaware of what goes on at night as you might think.

“Just as I’m well aware of what you do to help.”

Eyeing the suddenly blushing man, she rolled her eyes before pushing on, “To be honest, I don’t know why she never did anything truly sexual with you, but I think it was because she felt more for you than she was letting on, and didn’t want you to think of her as a slut.”

Xander frowned, and began to ask why but was cut off.

“Just because my daughter has never had a man between her legs, doesn’t mean she’s never been between a man’s. I have the unfortunate knowledge that she is very skilled with both her hands and mouth, and is considered one of the best blow-job givers in school. The point is, sooner or later she’s going to go all the way and let a man… there. Being her mother I want her to have the best possible experience.

“This means a man who will be gentle with an inexperienced teen, but also has a large enough package to give her the pleasure I want for her. And until now, I was sure she’d have to settle for second best.”

She reddened slightly, and found herself unable to look him in the eye anymore. “In truth, it’s the reason I didn’t like you. It wasn’t just that I didn’t think you were good enough for my daughter, it was that I could see how much she cared for you, and didn’t want her disappointed. I am sorry, if I had known…”

She trailed off, unsure of what to say next, then felt two fingers under her chin lifting her gaze back to his.

“It’s alright, I can understand. I mean, I don’t like the idea that there are guys around who’ve come down her throat when I never have, but… I can live with it. And I do understand your feelings. But there is one thing I need you to clarify.

“You did just tell me… that you want me to fuck your daughter, right?”

She only smirked, and leaned up to give him one last kiss before turning and walking out the door. Just before she was out of earshot, he heard her faintly.

“Have fun.”

Lips twitching at the thought of the pleasures to come, of the cheerleader he was soon to deflower, he absently went around the room and gathered up those few things of his that were left.

Unfortunately he soon realised that only a few items were visible, the rest – most importantly the trousers and underwear – were missing. Sighing at the return of his apparent bad luck, he left the room and headed downstairs, hoping to find some trace of them below, hoping to not have to search for something else to wear. Knowing his luck, the nearest thing would be a MuMu. Shuddering at the terrifying thought, he absentmindedly trotted down the unfamiliar stairs and looked through the unfamiliar house.

Nothing was visible.

Finally there was only one room left, and he made his way to the kitchen with great trepidation. When he entered the room he froze, knowing his instincts to run were useless now, not in this circumstance.

His clothes were in an untidy pile of a nearby table, but that was not what held his attention. Sitting at the table, sipping from a cup of coffee, was one of the last people he wanted to meet.

“Hello Xander, I think it’s time you and I had a talk.”

Trying to gulp past the dryness of his throat, he slowly shuffled into the room to sit at the stool next to the woman.

Jenny Calendar.

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End of Chapter 1

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Author’s Note :

Wow, I’m evil.

So what do you think? Good? Bad? In-between? Reviews are always welcome, even if they’re not necessary. I will continue this story as and when the muse takes me – which more often than not is a highly pleasurable experience.

Oh, and don’t worry too much about how this chapter went. Yes, the OCs got their brains turned into puddles of ecstatic goo, but next time will show the introduction of familiar faces from the series, faces we all want to meat, faces we have all grown to love and lust for.

Catch you all later, and don’t worry about my other projects, they are continuing to be written. It just takes me time.

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