Changing Dawn

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Remember: mine is a fragile ego, so be nice and send me a nice e-mail saying how much you liked the story. For continuity purposes, this story was originally written between the series where Buffy dies and the new series. So take the characters from there. Hope you enjoy. The Earl

This story is dedicated to CAE. She knows who she is and why this is for her. Thanks for understanding and more importantly, for not being weird about it.

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Chapter 1:

Dawn lounged on her bed, half-heartedly trying to study. Miss Williams could be really evil if you failed her weekly tests and Dawn had already failed the last two. Her brown hair flopped around her eyes as a look of concentration crossed her elfin features.

However hard she tried to study though, her mind kept slipping back to what had been happening in her life. Tara and Willow, her legal guardians had had a huge argument a couple of weeks ago, which ended with Tara leaving the house. She'd announced that she would stay with Xander and Anya until they'd sorted things out.

Willow had been distraught by the breakup and had gone to pieces, unable to cope or function properly without Tara’s love. She had been equally incensed and inconsolable about her rejection. By now, she'd recovered slightly, which Dawn was grateful for.

Ever since Buffy, her sister and legal guardian, had died four years ago, Willow and Tara had been Dawn's guardians. Sunnydale Social Services said that Dawn still needed a guardian until she finished high school, even though she was already eighteen. Although they were only six years older than her, they'd almost become second parents to Dawn and she had been grateful to have two people in a steady relationship around her.

Dawn didn't mind living with Tara and Willow; they'd been friends with her for years. It was also really handy to have two powerful witches around when you're the Vampire Slayer's younger sister. Some Sunnydale night monsters might have a grudge to settle.

Everyone had been really sympathetic to Dawn, almost as though her parents were divorcing. Dawn wondered whether she could use their separation as an excuse for failing the test: "Please excuse Dawn's poor results, but the lesbian lovers who act as her parents have recently split up and she couldn't concentrate." A smile crossed her lips briefly.

Dawn was worried though. It seemed like every time she got to depend on someone, they left her. Willow and Tara had been the only constant thing in her life for years and she’d built her foundations on the rock of their relationship. She stared at the book, not taking in a single word as she thought.

A knock on the door disturbed Dawn from her reverie.

"Dawny? S’me. Can I come in?"

Delighted at the sound of Willow's voice, Dawn put her books to one side. This was an excellent excuse for not studying. "Sure, come in."

Willow walked in and sank down on the bed. Her red hair was tousled and her face was puffy and red from crying. Dawn smelt the aura of alcohol before Willow even came close. "What is it Will?" she asked.

Willow collapsed in another bout of drunken sobbing and Dawn leant over to hug her, unsure of what to do. Willow had always been the most composed and together of their household and Dawn didn't know how to help her. She waited while Willow cried on her shoulder and became aware of Willow's hands moving from her back to her sides. Dawn was a little uncomfortable with this, but decided to keep quiet rather than say anything.

Willow moved her head from Dawn's shoulder and then suddenly darted forwards, kissing her full on the lips.

Astonished by her friend's bold action, Dawn tumbled back onto the bed. Willow followed her, continuing the kiss and moving on hand to Dawn's small breast.

Dawn recovered from her shock after a few seconds and pushed Willow away. "Will, what are you doing?"

Willow fell off the bed, unable to keep her balance from Dawn’s slight push. Even through her whisky haze, she was suddenly very aware of her faux pas; she got up and ran out the room, confused and lonely, furious at her rejection, leaving a very bemused Dawn behind her.


Later that day, Dawn lay in bed, her mind still churning over what had happened earlier that day. Willow had avoided her for the rest of the day and that suited Dawn, as she wasn't quite sure what to say to her. She really couldn’t deal with having Willow go to pieces on her; she wouldn’t be able to cope if Willow left too.

She rolled over onto her back, tired, but not sleepy. Dawn hated not being able to sleep; it just seemed so pointless. A tingle down between her legs suggested an alternative way to pass the time than tossing and turning. She reached down with one hand and brushed her clit, thrilling in the shiver of pleasure that it evoked. Her arousal built as one hand slid over her lips and she whimpered as...

"Dawny? Can I come in?"

Dawn felt the arousal dissipate as Willow knocked at the door. Irritated, she considered feigning sleep, but decided that, as her arousal had gone, she may as well see what Willow wanted.

"Yeah, come in."

Willow entered carrying a steaming mug. "I brought you some hot chocolate." Dawn accepted the mug, but didn't say anything. She wasn't going to be bought that easily.

"Look, Dawny, I'm..." Willow took a deep breath to prepare herself. "I'm really sorry about what happened earlier, I was just so...confused and upset about Tara, you know?" More silence. "Come on, Dawn, I'm really sorry. Don't be mad, huh?"

Dawn acquiesced and sipped at the chocolate. It had a weird bitter taste, but before she realised, she'd finished the mug. Willow was looking at her in a really strange way and Dawn felt a little weird. There was an odd tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach and it was rising slowly through her body.

Willow spoke, a stern smile curving across her face. "Get out of bed." Dawn moved without even thinking about it and stood up by the bed in front of Willow. The smile grew wider. "Take off your nightgown." The order was barked and again Dawn obeyed without question. Willow's eyes roved greedily over her naked body and Dawn's nipples began to harden, the skin round them crinkling as they became erect.

Dawn finally started to wonder what the hell she was doing standing naked in front of Willow, but before she could ask a question, Willow had stepped forwards and kissed her. It was nothing like the drunken grope that Willow had attempted earlier; this was in control and certain of herself. Dawn felt a slow warmth creep through her body, radiating out from her loins.

Willow stripped off her top, now confident in the spell, leaving her clad only in a black bra, which she instructed Dawn to remove. Dawn did so; her mind whirring as she tried to work out what the hell was going on. This was Willow, her guardian, who she was cheerfully doing this with. And Willow was a girl. Dawn had never had any feelings for girls before, but she certainly wasn't balking as Willow kissed her again. She was suddenly very aware of the creamy perfection of Willow's skin and breathed in the subtle scent of her perfume, which made her even more aroused.

Willow was delighted with the way her spell was going and her hands began to explore Dawn's waifish body. Her mouth moved to whisper in Dawn's ear, "You're totally under my control. You're mine. Completely mine."

As she spoke, Dawn realised that it was true; she couldn't resist her. She tried to disengage, but her body wasn't obeying her commands anymore; it was responding to the knowing caresses of Willow's hands.

Dawn moaned as fingertips brushed over her nipples, sliding over her breasts and down to her stomach. Willow leant forward and murmured in her ear again. "I prefer bigger breasts don't you?"

As she spoke, Dawn felt her tits begin to throb pleasurably as her skin seemed to tighten. They were growing slowly, becoming heavier and more sensitive by the moment. Willow bent her head to lick and nibble on the base of Dawn's neck, pausing occasionally to breathe on her engorged breasts.

Dawn was still shocked witless and couldn't seem to gather her thoughts. She moaned again as her tits grew under Willow's intent gaze, her erect nipples bobbing as her breathing got shallower and quicker.

Willow moved back to kiss her again and Dawn concentrated on the sensations that she was causing. A tongue slipped into her mouth and began to caress hers, sliding backwards and forwards as their lips worked together. Willow's hands were everywhere; running over Dawn's newly enlarged cleavage and round to rub the base of her spine, before moving round to stroke her belly and gently massage the skin there.

Willow broke the kiss and grinned wickedly. "Come on Dawny, put some enthusiasm into it." Her lips curved as the smile widened and she ordered Dawn onto the bed.

Willow removed her skirt and panties as Dawn lay watching her. The clothes landed in a pile at her feet. Stepping over them, Willow walked to the bed, straddled her, then ground her hips into the younger girl all in one fluid movement. Dawn gasped as Willow's shaven pussy rubbed against her own, and her hands caressed the firm muscles of her belly.

Willow suddenly pulled Dawn's head up into her cleavage and it seemed natural to suck at her nipple. Dawn couldn't believe what she was doing, but while part of her was shocked, another part thrilled in hearing Willow moan at her actions.

After a me, We, Willow pushed her back onto the bed and started to stroke the underside of her breasts with her tongue, licking the folds at the base of Dawn's impressive new tits. Dawn was gasping and groaning with every touch now. Her skin felt as though it was on fire and her clit was throbbing as Willow ran her hands up and down her thighs, moving from the outside to the inside and going further up Dawn's leg each time.

Willow slid her head down Dawn's body and started licking and sucking her thighs, moving all around thea, ea, without ever pausing on her pussy. The sensations were driving Dawn wild; any inhibitions vanishing as she willed her friend to touch her. Willow's circling slowed and she gradually homed in with her lips and tongue. Dawn yelped as she made contact; her clitoris was so sensitive that it was almost painful. Willow moved softly and gently, using her expert tongue to drive her to the peak of ecstasy. Dawn felt lips graze her quim and a tongue flickered between the folds of her pussy. Willow's hot breath between her legs was almost as exciting as her actual touch. Willow's touches were soft, but telling and Dawn began to whimper as an orgasm rushed through her veins like wildfire, burning away all of her senses in a wave of pleasure.

Willow got up and sat at the end of the bed, her legs splayed. Dawn struggled to prop herself up to see, but she was still weak from the incredible orgasm she'd just experienced. Willow looked at her with an enticing smile and continued to play with herself.

Suddenly her eyes closed and she began to intone Latin, her fingers fluttering over her groin as a red mist rose from her hands and was absorbed into her loins. Her eyes flashed open and Dawn could see her pupils widen to envelop her eyes as the magic took effect and the mist coalesced into the shape of a penis, settling on her, forming an impressive new organ in the place of her pussy.

She grinned at Dawn and moved across to kiss her. Dawn was freaking out now; Willow's transformation was the icing on a very confusing cake and she tried to fight against the redhead's embrace, but was stalled by Willow whispering in her ear again.

"Don't struggle Dawny, you know it won't make a difference." Dawn's fright escalated as she realised that her body was under Willow's control and the witch could do anything she wanted. Her new prick pushed against the younger girl's stomach as Dawn's legs moved of their own volition to wrap themselves around Willow's hips.

There was a sudden stabbing pain as Willow pulled away and then pushed in, breaking Dawn's virginity. It felt huge and painful and Dawn wasn't enjoying it anymore. She started to plead for Willow to stop, but was cut off again by Willow whispering in her ear.

"You're getting horny Dawn, you're getting so aroused. You like having me inside you, don't you?"

Her murmuring was almost hypnotic and as she spoke, Dawn felt her pussy tighten around the cock and her nipples become erect again. The throbbing in her clit started up again, escalating as Willow started to move. The suffusion of pleasure overran Dawn's senses and the friction built as she bucked her hips, insensible to any earlier misgivings. Willow's hand roved over her hips and thighs, her mouth still murmuring by Dawn's ear, talking dirty to her. Dawn responded to her whispers, moving faster as she was fucked for the first time, driven to ecstasy on her friend's words.

Willow put both hands on Dawn's stomach, her massaging creating a delicious heat. "Do you know how sexy you look? You're getting so horny, so aroused by me. You love getting pleasured by me, don't you? Answer me!"

Dawn mustered enough strength to groan, "Yes" as the hands moved further south. She moaned, then screamed as fingers found her engorged clit, each word increasing her pleasure as her best friend made love to her.

"Oh yes, Willow, yes, yes, yes. Oh God, ohhh yes, Willow, please, pleeease." As she begged, Willow began to speed up; long languid strokes turning into frenzied thrusting. Dawn's orgasm started to build and she felt a scream growing inside of her as every sensation on her body became more intense. She felt Willow tense up inside her and she began to howl as her orgasm racked her body.

"Oh my Go Tar Tara looked absolutely stunned. She had walked in the door just as they'd finished and was staring at them in astonishment, dumbstruck by the scene in front of her.

"Tara! What are you doing here?" Willow grabbed the sheet and threw it over Dawn as if to hide what Tara had already seen.

"I came back to get some stuff." Tara's hand was over her mouth and she looked slightly sick. "Oh God," she repeated, surveying the scene again.

Willow got off the bed and retrieved her bra from where she had flung it. Dawn propped herself up on her elbows to see her retrieve something from one of the cups. There was a sudden flash and Dawn shielded her eyes, flopping back down on the bed again. Willow walked over and brushed a sprig of herbs against her face.

"Lethe's Bramble. Very effective for memory spells. I think there's just enough for you too. Wouldn't want you reminding Tara of what you've just forgotten now would we?"

There was another flash, then darkness.


Chapter 2:

"Beeeep, Beep, Beeeep!"

The alarm clock pealed loudly, blasting Dawn awake. She slapped a hand down on the off switch and was halfway to the shower before she groggily realised that today was Sunday and the alarm-clock shouldn’t be going off at all. She must’ve absent-mindedly switched it on last night. Dawn tried to think back, but only came up with a fuzzy blur.

She shivered, suddenly aware of the cold as her senses reluctantly came alive and she realised that she was naked.

"How random," she said aloud. She didn’t usually sleep naked.

Dawn decided to continue to the bathroom; she was awake now, so she might as well get up.

As she came out of the shower, Dawn heard raised voices. That was strange too; she couldn’t remember the last time Willow and Tara had an argument. Slipping on a T-shirt and shorts, Dawn crept downstairs to listen.

"Why won’t you just listen to me?"

Dawn had opened the kitchen door a crack and could see Willow leaning back against the counter. Tara moved in and out of her limited view, pacing the floor. Dawn had never seen Tara look this disturbed: her shoulder-length ash-blonde hair was dishevelled and her shirt was creased, as though she’d s in in her clothes. Tara’s voice was huskier than usual and she sounded like she’d been crying.

"There’s nothing to be worried about. I know what I’m doing."

"I’m not sure that you do. You’ll think that you’ve got it all under control until it’s gone way too far. You’re using too much magic."

"It’s no big deal, okay? I can handle it."

Tara’s voice took on a pleading note as she finally paused in her pacing to face Willow. "Come on baby please, just give it up for one week, one week, what does that matter, huh? I’m worried about you; the magic’s changing you. You’re changing the world to suit yourself. You just need to slow down for a bit okay? Please?"

"I don’t need to slow down; I’ll be okay. It doesn’t matter how much magic I use."

"Like my memory doesn’t matter to you?"

Willow reacted as if she’d been slapped, a red flush entering her face. Tara continued, her voice getting louder with the confirmation she sought. "I knew it. You used that spell on me!"

Willow finally regained enough composure to make a belated denial. "What spell?"

"The memory one. I only have a vague recollection of the last two weeks, like I was drunk all the time. I know what you did and I won’t let you mess with my mind anymore." Tara was screaming now and tears were streaming down her face. "Why are you doing this? What is it that you won’t let me remember?"

"It’s nothing. Honey, clam down." Willow looked as though she couldn’t believe how angry Tara was. She stretched out a comforting hand to Tara’s shoulder, but it was slapped away within a second.

"It is NOT nothing. You are messing with my memory to suit yourself and I am not going to stay here long enough for you to make me forget this."

The back door slammed as Tara stormed out. Dawn attempted to creep away, wondering what that was all about, trying not to give away that she’d been eavesdropping. A loud "thunk" as she ked overover the hall table signified that she’d failed.

"Dawny? Is that you?"

Dawn decided that the best tactic was to pretend she hadn’t heard anything and walked into the kitchen. "Yeah it’s me Will. Anything for breakfast?"

"Pancakes." At a gesture, a bowl of pancake mixture appeared by her elbow. "Want some?"

Dawn nodded eagerly and Willow started making them. "So I guess you heard us just then?"

Dawn thought of saying no, but was intrigued to see if she’d get an explanation. Normally, Willow and Tara treated her like a kid and tried to pretend they weren’t fighting in front of her. "Yeah. Are you two okay?"

Willow placed the pancake down in front of Dawn. It was burnt, but Dawn bit into it anyway to be polite. "Tara doesn’t want to accept who I am. So I guess I’ll have to get along without her."

The enignmatic statement confused Dawn, but she was prevented from asking for more details by a strange tingling sensation in the pit of her stomach.

Willow turned to her and grinned, a flash of wickedness in her green eyes. "Hey Dawny, come with me."

Dawn found herself obeying Willow’s command before she realised it and followed the redhead up the stairs. She was suffering a severe case of déjà vu, but seemed powerless to disobey Willow. Her mind felt numb, like a dead limb, and she couldn’t seem to think properly.

They turned into Willow and Tara’s bedroom, Dawn still trailing dumbly behind. The cold wooden floor was a shock to her bare feet, but Dawn experienced it only distantly. Willow suddenly turned, pushing Dawn against the wall and sliding her tongue between the younger girl’s lips, exploring the inside of her mouth.

The kiss shattered what little composure Dawn had left, destroying her concentration. Willow pulled away and stared into her eyes for a second before sniggering mischievously.

"Awww, come on Dawny, relax. This’ll be fun."

Willow made an arcane hand gesture and Dawn was forced back onto the bed. As she struggled to rise, manacles appeared, clamping around her wrists and ankles, securing her to the bed. Willow straddled her and began to run her hands through Dawn’s hair.

"You know, blonde would look really good on you."

She brought a lock in front of her captive’s eyes to show her the slow change from mousy brunette to dusky ash-blonde.

Dawn felt a sudden yearning to escape her constricting clothes. Everywhere Willow touched felt like fire and Dawn could feel an animal need building up inside her.

Willow observed this with an amused smile. She slowly began to undo Dawn’s blouse, taking an agonisingly long time over every button. She peeled it off and suddenly ripped away Dawn’s skirt with a grunt of effort, leaving her clad in only her bra and panties.

Dawn’s sanity finally broke through into her mind, asking why the hell she was so placid about being handcuffed to the bed in front of a very powerful witch. She suddenly became aware of just how powerless she was. There was little to stop Willow from taking whatever she wanted.

Willow sat back on the bed and just watched Dawn for a second. She looked like a plumber appraising how to fix broken pipes. "You’re pretty, but you’re just not what I’m looking for in a girl. You don’t look anything like her at the moment. We’ll have to make some changes."

Willow made another gesture with her hand and Dawn felt a weird throbbing all over her body. Her breasts began to swell and strain the constraints of her bra, ripping the catches as the shape of her body changed. Her hips broadened and Dawn could feel herself shrinking a couple of inches. She screamed as the magic altered her waiflike body and fainted away.

When Dawn reawakened, Willow was still sitting on the end of the bed staring at her. She didn’t appear to have moved.

Dawn found her voice. "Willow…" She stopped puzzled. It seemed a lot lower than usual. She tried again, trying to force it to its usual piping treble. "Willow, let me go."

Willow didn’t reply. She didn’t even move, just stayed watching her. Dawn had a sudden vision of them staying like this forever. She pulled against the chains in a vain hope of breaking free.

Willow suddenly jerked forward and Dawn shot backwards, shrinking back onto the bed. A smirk spread across the redhead’s face at the reaction of her captive. Her hands slid forwards to glide over Dawn’s breasts, moving from one nipple to the other, pulling, squeezing and gently kneading them to spread a fire of arousal throughout Dawn’s body. She leant forwards and wrapped her lips around a nipple as her hands slid down her captive’s body. Dawn gasped as hands brushed across her stomach, hips and thighs, every touch a sensory bolt of lightning. Her body responded against her will, her fear overcome by the sensations she was experiencing.

Willow moved down her captive’s body and began to apply herself to Dawn’s pussy. Her lips grazed Dawn’s inner thighs as her fingers slowly entered and played expertly with the younger girl. Her tongue licked Dawn’s folds as her fingers curled upwards and pressed firmly.

The pleasure arced through Dawn’s body like electricity. All her cares and worries were forgotten now, as she arched her back, pulling against the restraints for a different reason. Willow nibbled and sucked at the skin around Dawn’s clit, gently mashing her lips into the hood and applying herself to it from both sides. Dawn’s lips fluttered and blood rushed to her face as her skin burned, the feelings building up inside her, stretching her consciousness until she couldn’t contain it any longer. A long, drawn out moan escaped her lips as her orgasm swept her up in a tsunami of ecstasy.

Willow’s lips curved into a self-satisfied smirk and she got off the bed and walked to a small table in the corner of the room. She started to pick up some herbs, talking as she sorted the gs. gs. Dawn attempted to sit up to watch her, but the manacles tightened, clamping her more firmly to the bed.

"She doesn’t want me anymore. Well that’s just fine. We don’t need her either, do we Dawny?

"Will…"

"SHUT UP!" Willow was almost in ears as she stormed across the room to scream in Dawn’s face. She regained her composure and walked to the centre of the room. "Just shut up okay? I know what I’m doing." She pulled a piece of chalk from a pocket and drew a pentagram on the floor.

"I don’t need her either. That bitch rejected me. But I know what I’m doing." Dawn watched almost mesmerised as Willow stalked from one side of the room to the other, pacing the ground. As she reached the table, she was overcome by emotion and suddenly overturned it in a fit of pique. Dawn flinched as it clattered down.

"That bitch rejected ME! But I don’t need her anymore. I’ve got you."

"Will, come on…" Dawn attempted to calm her captor, slightly worried by what she was saying.

"SHUT UP! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" There was a loud smash as a bolt of power shattered a small vase on the bedside table and Dawn recoiled. Willow was obviously not at home to callers at the moment and Dawn realised that there was nothing that she could do. She didn’t want to anger her captor further and decided to keep quiet.

Willow dried her tears and sat down cross-legged inside the pentagram. "I don’t need her. You’ll be just as good. I’ll make you love me and then we can be together. Now be a good girl and don’t interrupt." With a gesture of her hand, Dawn’s mouth clamped firmly shut and she was unable to add to the conversation.

Willow started to burn the herbs and she chanted Latin. Her pupils grew huge to envelop her eyes and a red mist rose from her hands, surrounding her in a cyclone. A wind rushed around the room, scattering papers and slamming the door shut. The archaic words reverberated in Dawn’s head and she could feel her mind shifting under the force of the spell, her emotions skewed by the powerful magics.

"Willow, what the hell are you doing?" Tara stood in the doorway, wind whipping at her hair, aghast at the scene that confronted her.

Willow turned her head sharply to look at the intruder and tried desperately to rescue her spell from the seven words that had interrupted it. There was a terrible shrieking sound as the mist dissipated and Willow screamed as the brilliant light erupting from the pentagram consumed her. Dawn closed her eyes reflexively against the light and when she opened them, there was no pentagram, there were no herbs and there was no Willow.

Tara stood in shock in the doorway for a second and then collapsed on the floor, sobbing her heart out for her former lover. Dawn stared momentarily and then passed out, emotionally and physically drained.


When Dawn woke, she was in her own bed. Tara was sitting in a chair watching her.

"How do you feel?"

Dawn struggled to find her voice. When it came out, she almost wasn’t expecting her normal piping tones. "Okay I guess. What happened?"

"Willow was making a very powerful spell to force you to love her. I wrecked it when I came in. She’d…she’d practically turned you into me." Tara sounded as though she didn’t want to believe herself.

Dawn grabbed a lock of hair to see what colour it was. She was a brunette again. Tara spoke to reassure her, "Don’t worry, I changed everything back. It’s okay now."

"What happened to Willow?"

Tara’s lip quivered and her voice nearly cracked as she spoke. "I don’t know. When the spell collapsed, it took her with it. I think she’s been transported. I don’t know where to."

Dawn’s eyes brimmed with tears and one spilled down her cheek. "Why did she do this?"

Tara reached out a hand to touch Dawn’s cheek. "I don’t know. The magic changed her, it wasn’t her fault." She cupped her hand round Dawn’s cheek as more tears spilled. "Hey, come on honey, it’s alright, don’t cry." Dawn put her hand on Tara’s. As they touched, a brief crackle of something flashed between them, a sudden surge of emotion so intense that it was almost painful. Dawn’s crying quieted and they stared into each other’s eyes for a second, before Tara pulled her hand away, slightly embarrassed at what had passed between them.

"I’ll just go and…you know, I’ve got to…I’ve got to go." Tara stuttered her way out and ended up almost fleeing the room. Dawn lay back on her bed, confused at the indescribable feeling she’d just had.


Chapter 3:

Dawn woke rather groggily to the tune of her buzzing alarm. The first seconds of consciousness were spent grasping for the off switch and trying to extract what date it was from her recalcitrant memory. She didn’t want to be up ear early if it wasn’t a school day.

Then the amnesia faded and she remembered what had happened the day before. Dawn shuddered as memory dawned. Every returning detail brought a new emotion: regret, guilt, pain, anger, sadness and finally a strange sense of loneliness, almost as though a part of was missing. The hole inside her didn’t seem to revolve around Willow though.

Suddenly the details overwhelmed Dawn and she bolted for the bathroom as a wave of nausea washed over her.


Tara was sitting in the kitchen, crying. She’d thought she was coping fairly well, until she found a Polaroid of her and Willow lying abandoned on a shelf. It was just a stupid picture of them hugging, but it had been enough to collapse all the mental barriers she’d set up against the day before. She felt so numb, emotionally detached from what had happened and what she’d lost. She had felt guilty for not being able to grieve, her mind blocked by something. Now this sucker punch had split open her defences, unexpectedly landing.

She heard Dawn moving around upstairs and made an attempt to make it look as though she hadn’t been crying. For some reason she didn’t want to look vulnerable in front of Dawn.


Dawn stood in front of the mirror, laboriously putting on her up. up. She’d applied her eyeshadow twice already and then wiped it off again because she didn’t think it was good enough.

She didn’t usually wear makeup unless she was going out or going to school, neither of which she was planning to do today. If anything deserved a day off school, yesterday did.

There was a strange yearning to look good for Tara today though. She’d spent ages choosing and then rejecting outfits, before deciding on something to wear. She didn’t spend this much trouble on choosing what to wear for dates, let alone slumming round the house.

Still not really sure why she was trying to impress Tara, Dawn walked downstairs to be greeted by the fire alarm.


Tara was dragged out of her reverie by the harsh screeching of the fire alarm. The frying pan behind her was blazing merrily; she didn’t even remember putting it on. Panic seized her mind and she reflexively grabbed at the pan handle. Pain coursed through her and she shook her arm, jerking her hand away from the pan.

Dawn ran in, sick with worry that something had hurt Tara. She grabbed hold of the sugar bowl, tipping its contents over the flames. The smell of caramelised sugar filled the room as the flames were extinguished.

Tara fell to her knees, nursing her hand. Tears fell from her eyes again, all thoughts wiped out by the throbbing from her hand that was setting her nerves on fire.

When the pain subsided, she looked at her hand. It was red, but not seriously burned. She looked up to see Dawn proffering a wet tea towel.

“Wrap this around it. It’ll help reduce the swelling.”

Tara did so, wincing at the initial contact. “Thanks Dawny.” The pain receded and she noticed what Dawn was wearing. She’d never seen her in a miniskirt before and Tara couldn’t resist checking out the brunette’s slender legs. She shook her head, wondering what the hell she was doing. Another shaft of pain brought tears to her eyes and she gripped the tea towel fiercely.

The sight of Tara’s tears was devastating to Dawn and she knelt down beside her guardian to hug her. As they made contact, a sudden flash of something shot between them, like a bolt of lightning snapping though both their bodies.

Both girls started slightly and Tara rocked back, unbalanced by the movement. Her hand moved instinctively to the ground to steady herself and she bit her lip to prevent from crying out. Dawn moved a hand to her shoulder to support her and the touch caused another surge of emotion to crackle between them.

Dawn jerked her hand away as if she’d been stung. Instantly she regretted the impulse. What if Tara hadn’t felt that? Now she just looked rude and unfriendly. She made her very fumbled excuses and stumbled abruptly out of the room, embarrassed and confused by the emotions racking her.

Tara’s conflicting emotions were blanking out the pain. Why did Dawn leave so suddenly? Didn’t she like her anymore? The questions filled her mind and the strange fear of losing Dawn increased.


Still a little wired from what had passed between her and Dawn, Tara spent the rest of the morning cleaning the house. She just wanted to make things nice for Dawn.

Her thoughts dwelt on the eighteen year old. Tara and Willow had been awarded guardianship of Dawn after Buffy died, mostly on the strength of their relationship and she wasn’t whether she’d be allowed to look after Dawn now that she was on her own. Tara felt an ice-shard of terror strike into her heart at the thought of anyone taking Dawn away from her.

She suddenly stopped what she was doing, wondering why her thoughts were going this way. Willow was gone, her girlfriend of the last three years and all she could think about was custody of Dawn? Something was wrong here.

She often used crying to relieve herself of a mental burden by letting it overwhelm her for a second, but when she’d cried this morning, it was almost like she was cleansing her mind of Willow. All she could feel for her former girlfriend now was sad fondness.

She’d woken up feeling like there was a large piece of her missing, but over the morning, it felt like her psyche had self-repaired. She still felt lonely, slightly empty, but it wasn’t for loss of Willow, only for lack of Dawn.

Struck by a sudden thought, Tara wondered exactly what spell Willow had been casting. She reached up with one hand to the top shelf where Willow kept her magic books. As her fingers felt the spines for the correct book, a strange tingling feeling crept across her skin and the air pressure in the room seemed to increase. Tara pulled back her hand, spooked, but the strange feeling grew, making the air closer.

There was a flash of brilliant light and Tara doubled up as every molecule of air left her body. It felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. Another flare of light struck her and she flew across the room. Her head cracked back against the wall, igniting fireworks behind her eyes. Then there was darkness.


Dawn was in her bedroom, her mind racing along ever more frenetic tracks as she lounged on her bed, absent-mindedly tossing a soft toy between her hands.

What if she’d offended Tara by leaving so suddenly? Maybe it was even ruder to have locked herself in her room for the entire morning. Maybe Tara still needed time to calm down and if Dawn came out, she’d be angry again. Or maybe Tara wasn’t angry in the first place and Dawn was wasting valuable time alone.

It was this last thought that decided her. Tara was obviously going to leave now that Willow was gone; everyone always left her. Willow and Tara had been the only constants in her life and Dawn had no doubt that now one of them had left the other would soon follow. It was way way life worked: people left. If Tara was going to leave, then Dawn wanted to spend as much time as she could with her.

She swung her legs off the bed and opened her bedroom door. Instantly a smell of ozone and burning assaulted her nose. Dawn’s stomach hitched and she battled to control her nausea. Her first thought was that something else had happened to Tara and she ran, her entire soul seized by panic.


Sounds in the darkness. What were they? She felt like she was at the bottom of a deep pool, trying to struggle to the surface.

…igodtehr…

Somehow, she knew that she should recognise them.

…tehraomigod…

She knew those sounds. Concentrate.

…tehra…tehra…tehra…

Suddenly the sounds fused into words and her vision flared into life. Dawn was leaning over her, repeating her name over and over.

Tara struggled to speak, her mouth incredibly dry. “Dawny, I’m okay.”

Dawn didn’t seem to hear. She just kept repeating her mantra, barely checked terror visible behind her eyes. Tara tried again. “Dawn, I’m okay. It’s okay.”

Dawn paused for a second, then threw herself forwards and wrapping her arms around Tara’s neck. When she spoke again, her voice was slightly less panicky, but choked with tears. “I thought…I thought you were…” Words failed her as she gulped back her tears. “Oh God Tara what would I do without you?”

Tara winced as Dawn’s hug tightened and she pulled sli slightly. Dawn knelt in front of Tara, her face the very picture of fear and pain, eyes red rimmed with tears. Making a snap decision, she darted forward, pressing her lips to Tara’s.

It was brief and clumsy, Dawn’s inexperience showing clearly, but it was the most erotic experience of Tara’s life. Her hand reached out automatically and coursed Dawn’s hips, feeling the warmth underneath the clothes as their lips met again.

When they parted, reality intervened again. Dawn stood up, uncertain and confused. “I should…I’ve gotta go.” She fled. Tara stared after her, feelings tumbling over one another.


Chapter 4:

Two hours later Dawn was still in her room. It had become something of a sanctum from Tara. On one hand, she wanted to spend time with her so much it hurt. On the other, she didn’t think she could spend five minutes with Tara at the moment without either look like a fool or hurting the older girl’s feelings. She hoped against hope that if she stayed in her room for long enough, then these strange feelings would go away and she could have a conversation with Tara without blushing furiously. Her only plan was to stay away from Tara until that happened.

A loud thudding on the door signified that her plan wasn’t working well. She opened it and Tara burst in, bouncing off the walls with excitement.

“I’ve done it!” she said triumphantly.

“Done what?”

“I know what’s going on.”

“Care to share?”

“It’s that spell. All Willow’s fault. Cause I interrupted, you know?” Tara was pacing up and down, barely keeping her excitement in check. Dawn’s eyes were constantly drawn to the way Tara’s triangle of cleavage bounced as she paced. She checked herself, not wanting to be caught leering.

Tara continued. “It’s all because of the way it ended. The magic got confused.” She adjusted her jumper, accidentally giving Dawn a larger triangle.

Dawn interrupted before Tara could continue her monologue. “I don’t understand. What’s going on?”

Tara stopped and stared, as if astounded at how someone could not understand what she was talking about.

“I found Will’s spell. She was making a powerful love spell to force you to love her. But I broke it when I came in.” Tara paused, blushing, the facade of confidence faltering slightly.

“I think it did something to us. When it broke, I mean. I feel weird and I’m feeling things that…you know, I’m not quite sure, but…I don’t really know how…”

Dawn reached forward, entranced by Tara’s agitation. Her hand touched Tara’s cheek, lightly grazing the skin.

Tara jerked away at the sudden spark of emotion that leapt between them. Dawn extended her hand further, drawing Tara’s head towards her to kiss.

They connected. Tara felt as though the holes in her were being filled simply by Dawn’s presence. Her hands sought the younger girl’s hair, running through it and enjoying its silkiness.

They broke for a second and looked into each other’s eyes, affirming their desire for each other. Then Tara grabbed Dawn’s hand leading her to the living room, where they collapsed on the rug in an ungainly tangle of limbs.

Dawn pulled at the buttons of her blouse to reveal her lacy bra, a cute remnant of her childishness in an adult situation. Tara reached, caressing and cupping Dawn’s breasts through the thin material, before slipping a hand inside one of the cups. Her thumb traced the outline of the younger girl’s puffy aureolae and Dawn moaned, her entire body thrilling.

Tara slipped the bra from Dawn’s shoulders and removed it, baring the young girl’s breasts to the air. Dawn could feel the skin around her nipples crinkling as her nipples hardened under Tara’s intense scrutiny.

Tara could feel herself getting wet just from staring at Dawn. She’d never thought of the younger girl as anything, but a child before and was surprised by how startlingly beautiful she was. As she pulled her jumper over her head, Tara wondered if Dawn had had sex before Willow… She decided not to think. Everything so far had worked on emotion rather than thought.

She smiled, suddenly noticing the effect that her breasts were having on Dawn. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra.

Dawn goggled. Tara usually wore thick jumpers which disguised her cleavage. Dawn suddenly felt slightly immature with her small breasts, girlish frame and sexual inexperience. Her confidence evaporated without trace.

Tara moved to kiss her. Dawn turned her head, suddenly uncertain. “I don’t know how to do this.”

Tara took her hand, guiding it to her chest. “It’s okay Dawny, just try it. It’ll come.” Dawn cupped Tara’s breast, hesitantly at first, but with increasing confidence. It felt natural and easy. Tara shuddered as Dawn’s thumb grazed her hardened nipple and reached out to stroke Dawn’s skin.

Dawn’s skin was on fire and only Tara’s hands could soothe it. She felt like she needed to be touched everywhere at once. As the older girl’s expert fingers traced across her flat of her belly, Dawn removed her skirt to bare more flesh to her hands. Tara’s hands slid down to Dawn’s hips, tugging on her tights to roll them down, her palms caressing every inch of skin on the way down.

Tara tossed away Dawn’s tights, leaving her clad only in a pair of lacy panties. Her hand crept to Dawn’s foot, drawing little circles on the instep as she looked over the younger girl's body. Dawn lay back and Tara watched her hard nipples bob as she breathed. Tara’s hand slid further up Dawn’s legs, curving and caressing over her partner’s calf, before sliding up under the knee and onto the thigh. Dawn’s breathing got a little faster.

Tara moved further up Dawn’s body, her hand now drawing little figure-of-eights on her inner thigh, her eyes fixed on Dawn’s face, drinking in her reactions. She moved it a little higher, brushing the cotton panties, then stroking a finger across them.

Dawn was biting her lip now, delicious excitement welling up inside her, as Tara’s brief touches became more lingering. Tara’s hand slid again over the smooth cotton, before pulling at the waistband and sliding inside Dawn’s panties.

As her friend’s hand finally made unobstructed contact with her clit, Dawn yelped. The sound burst from her mouth involuntarily as the wave of sensation covered her. Tara slid one finger inside Dawn’s sopping pussy, enjoying the look on Dawn’s face before pulling away her panties and kneeling down between the younger girl’s legs.

A low moan escaped from Dawn as Tara began to lick her, her tongue making slow languorous movements across her quim, working from the outside of her pussy inwards. The feelings were electric, so intense that it seemed impossible for her body to contain such emotion. Dawn could feel her entire body throbbing with heat that rushed through her with every one of Tara’s rhythmical movements, building to a peak, then flowing away, like waves trying to swamp the rock of her self-control. Suddenly the peak jumped higher and Dawn’s entire body convulsed, shaking with the force of her pleasure, every part of her racked with excruciating pleasure.

Dawn lay there for second, listening to her slowing breathing, her face still flushed from her orgasm. Tara got up and went to sit on the sofa, leaving Dawn to bask in her post-orgasm glow. The cool leather against her skin reminded her of when she and Willow used to collapse naked on the sofa and just spend the night together, just holding each other. Her hand played absently over the livid bruise in her side. She could feel no love for Willow now, only regret.

Dawn sat up and wriggled over to the sofa. She rested her head on Tara’s thigh and looked up at her lover. She wanted to make Tara feel as she’d made her feel a minute ago, but wasn’t sure how to do it.

Tara looked down at her. “Do you want to do anything more?”

“I don’t know how.” Dawn struggled for words. “I just don’t want to make a mess of it, that’s all.”

Tara undid the tie on her trousers and slid out of them. She joined Dawn on the floor. “Dawny, just do what you think feels right. You won’t make a mess of it.”

Hesitantly, Dawn moved her hand onto Tara’s breast. It felt strange to be touching someone she knew so well in such an intimate way. Her confidence grew and she squeezed it gently, encouraged by Tara’s moan of approval. Tara’s nipple hardened against her palm and Dawn moved her hand so her thumb could circle round the aureola.

Dawn’s confidence grew and she ventured further south to Tara’s panties. Somehow, the small slip of cotton that concealed her nudity made the older girl more arousing, the stark white contrasting against her flushed skin. Dawn could feel herself getting moist as she removed Tara’s last piece of clothing and was slightly surprised to discover Tara was wet as well. She dragged a finger across her friend’s pussy, eliciting a whimper of approval from the older girl. Dawn bit her lip as she grinned, her body thrilling with the thought that she was pleasing Tara. She ran her finger over the outer lips again, just to see the older girl’s reaction.

Tara closed her eyes, shuddering. She wanted to be touched so much, but Dawn’s hesitancy was delivering a frustration that simply built her lust higher. Words spilled out of her mouth, begging Dawn to touch her, pleading with her, her hips arching to try and force the younger girl to make a firmer contact.

Dawn was overwhelmed by Tara’s intensity, her body surging with every pleading word as she realised that Tara needed her. As she placed her head in her friend’s lap, Dawn tried to remember what Tara had done to her. Within seconds she realised that even her inexperienced tongue was driving Tara to the brink of ecstasy. Every touch was accompanied by bucking hips trying to push pussy into her mouth and an endless string of pleas, punctuated by wordless cries of pleasure. Tara’s legs were wrapped round her head now, enveloping Dawn in soft warm flesh as she revelled in the older girl’s pleasure.

Tara could feel her body rocking on the edge of orgasm, Dawn’s inexpert tongue quickly finding out how to please her. The pleasure racked her, nearly drowning her consciousness in a sea of ecstasy. She arched her back, another groan of pleasure escaping as she collapsed over the edge, her entire body shuddering with the force of her rapture.

Dawn emerged from between Tara’s legs slightly damper than when she win, in, shaken by the power of the orgasm she’d induced. Tara stood up, uninhibited about her nakedness, and sashayed up the stairs, promising to ‘be right back.’ Dawn sat back against the sofa, her knees to her chest. She was still finding it a little weird to see Tara as anything more than a friend.

When Tara came downstairs, she was brandishing a harness, a dildo and a wicked grin. Dawn’s mind suddenly filled with a vision of Willow sitting on the foot of the bed; a red mist flowing from her hands into her loins…

“Sweetie, are you okay?” Dawn’s sudden collapse back onto the rug scared Tara and she dropped the toys to run over to her lover. “Sweetie? Is this too weird? It’s too weird isn’t it? I knew it’d be too weird.”

Dawn opened her eyes, trying to throw off the surge of faintness that threatened to overwhelm her. “No, no, it’s okay. It’s just a little déjà vu.”

Tara looked doubtful. “You sure? Cause we don’t have to do this if you don’t want…”

“Positive.” Tara still looked worried, lines of consternation creasing her brow so Dawn sat up, kissing her softly on the lips, trying to assuage her doubts. “I’m sure.”

A shadow of the previous grin returned to Tara’s face and she fumbled with the buckle to strap the harness around herself. She knelt down on the rug in front of Dawn and they kissed, two souls joining together to complete each other. They kissed for what seemed like an eternity, s cas caressing each other’s skin, the other’s presence eradicating the outside world.

Tara placed one hand on Dawn’s hips and one on the dildo. “You ready sweetie?”

Dawn nodded and lifted onto it. She gasped as Tara guided it into her. It felt so large, filling and stretching her young pussy in ways she couldn’t imagine. It felt strange having something inside her, but it was definitely pleasurable. Dawn wrapped her legs around Tara’s waist as the older girl began to buck her hips, rocking the dildo up and down.

Tara moved slowly, not wanting to hurt Dawn, watching her face as she moved. Dawn bit her lip, a groan emanating from her mouth as Tara thrust a little harder and the older girl paused a second before ascertaining that it was pleasure, not pain. Tara took Dawn’s hands from her hips and locked their fingers together. “Lean back,” she whispered in the younger girl’s ear.

Dawn rocked back, a little uncertain. A sudden wave of ecstasy crashed over her as Tara’s movements brought the dildo up against a suddenly sensitive spot and she moaned involuntarily. She leaned back further, trusting more of her weight to Tara’s hands, trying to find the sensation again. It was so intense it it made her whole body tense and Dawn rolled her hips, her head sprawling back.

Tara pulled her up and lay down, so Dawn straddled her. Dawn’s head was throbbing with the rush of adrenalin and every one of Tara’s touches caused a fizzing explosion of sensation. Tara could feel Dawn’s nails digging into her thighs, causing a surge of pleasure/pain which just aroused her further. Unable to control herself any longer she leaned forward, burying her head in Dawn’s cleavage, her mouth finding a nipple to suck on.

Dawn howled, a wordless moan as the sensations became too much for her to keep in any longer. Her hips ground into Tara as the throbbing in her pussy built higher and higher, swamping her control. The pleasure pressed against her, spilling out in a surge of ecstasy, smothering all senses and emotions as her body shook.


They lay together on the rug, entwined in each other’s arms. The blinding passion had receded slightly, but there was still adoration for each other that would never fade. Dawn still felt insecure about one thing though.

“You’re not going to leave, are you?” Dawn looked at her lover, her eyes pleading for Tara to say no.

“Leave? I’m not going to leave honey. I love you.” Tara kissed the younger girl on the forehead and held her closer. “I love you,” she repeated as though affirming it to herself.

Dawn lay back, contented in Tara’s embrace. She felt safe and secure, comfortable in the knowledge that Tara would always be there for her and fell asleep in her arms.


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