TITLE    : Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Ch. 04
STORYID  : buffy-the-shemale-vampire-slayer-ch-04
SUMMARY  : Buffy gets together with Anya--and Anyanka.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2005-06-24
CATEGORY : celebrity-stories
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TAGS     : |buffy|willow|anya|anyanka|lesbian|sex|ass|tits|transgendered|shemale|


Damn!



Wherever Willow was, she wasn't home. The witch still hadn't returned to her motel room. At least, this time, Buffy hadn't had to rely on Sunnydale's public transportation system. Xander had given her a ride across town. He'd offered to wait, to make sure that Willow was back, but Buffy, wanting to be alone with the witch, had dismissed her chauffeur. Although Xander was no doubt anxious to get back together with Chester, the construction crew member he'd been fucking when Buffy had arrived at Xander's house earlier in the afternoon, Xander was also notoriously spontaneous, and his favorite company were Willow and Buffy. It was possible that he'd defer sex with Chester for time to spend with his two favorite girls, especially now that he knew of Buffy's transformation into a chick with a dick and the Slayer's hope of making love to Willow. He might hope to turn their lesbian coupling into a bisexual threesome.



With Xander gone and Willow still not home, Buffy wasn't sure what to do. Should she visit her mentor, Rupert Giles? Her former Watcher's apartment was near the UC Sunnydale campus, which was within walking distance or, for that matter, she could call him or she could call Xander. However, she didn't want to interrupt his liaison with Chester a second time, even though Buffy was a little concerned about Willow. It wasn't like her to say that she was going someplace and then not show. Maybe she and Giles should organize a search party, and--no. Willow was a grown woman, not a careless teen. She was also an extremely powerful witch, well able to handle herself against anyone who was foolish enough to attempt to assault her. She'd wait a while. Then, if Willow still hadn't shown or called anyone, Buffy would contact Giles.



Meanwhile, there was another not-so-small problem to contend with. Buffy had an erection. Since she'd left Xander's house, her cock had become rigid. The stiff, swollen member jutted from her groin, making a tent at the crotch of her sweatpants. It was very embarrassing. Buffy had no idea how guys put up with an errant member that seemed to act upon its own volition. How could a person function with a penis that stood erect at the most inopportune times? At first, Buffy assumed that she was sexually aroused, but how could she be sexually aroused without knowing it? That didn't make sense. Besides, if she were aroused, wouldn't her pussy be wet, too? Moreover, when she was horny, her nipples were usually erect as well. At the moment, her cunt wasn't awash in its own juices and her nipples were not stiff and swollen. Nevertheless, she had a raging erection, and it didn't seem about to diminish any time soon.



Anya! Xander's former girlfriend, the vengeance demon whom he'd jilted at the altar, lived nearby. At the time, Xander had attributed his rejection of Anya to his fears that their marriage might end up like that of his parents. He claimed to have been visited by his future self, a slovenly bum whose marriage to Anya was a hellish existence for them both. It wouldn't have helped their relationship as husband and wife that his parents were boorish, uncultured louts and hers were demons, he'd argued. Now that Buffy had learned of Xander's sexual proclivities, she wondered whether his sexual interests in men and women both had had anything with his reluctance to be legally tied to a female for the remainder of his days. Maybe all that stuff about his parents and Anya's family had been a smokescreen. Whereas another man might secretly indulge himself with other males, to do so when he was wed to Anya, a vengeance demon, would be to incur a long, slow, torturous death at the hands of a scorned female of tremendous powers. If Xander wasn't ready, able, and willing to renounce other men in favor of a lifelong marriage to Anya, it would be much safer for him to back out of the marriage, as he had. That way, he could have his cake and eat it, too, so to speak, without having to fear evisceration, castration, or worse at the hands of his supernatural spouse.



Buffy made up her mind about what to do. She'd visit Anya. Although the demon and the witch weren't the best of friends, it was possible that Willow had gone to see Anya. Besides, the vengeance demon had always seemed to Buffy to been an especially hot lover to Xander. Buffy would like to find out whether she'd been right to assume this about Anya. Besides, Anya was a hottie. It would be nice to have sex with her.



Have sex with Anya? What was Buffy thinking? Maybe she was horny on a level much deeper than conscious thought. If so, she had the Feral demon to thank for this state of affairs, too. Buffy glanced at the demon's bite mark. It still looked as bad as it had when the bastard had sunk its teeth into her arm the night before. That worried her, too, because, normally, her Slayer's blood was filled with such a high number of white blood cells and antibodies that she healed extraordinarily quickly. A bite, for example, would usually heal within minutes. This one was almost as fresh now as it had been hours ago. Maybe, she thought, her erection would last forever, too. That was an unsettling thought!



Still, while she had a cock, a pair of balls, breasts, a feminine ass, and a cunt, she might as well make good use of them. There might be no better way to start than by having sex with a vengeance demon.



Seducing Anya was easier than Buffy had thought it would be. In fact, it wasn't clear who'd seduced whom, which was surprising since Anya had always come across as thoroughly heterosexual. If there were a term for womanly women that equated with "macho" for masculine men, it would apply to Anya--or so Buffy had thought. Maybe, in a way, it still did. The instant that Anya opened her apartment door to see Buffy's stiff-standing erection jutting against the cotton of the Slayer's sweatpants, Anya had been attracted to Buffy the way that, previously, she'd been attracted only to Xander and (one time, while she'd been on the rebound, to Spike). After all, the attraction was, as far as Buffy could tell, to Buffy's newly acquired male genitals and not to the Slayer's feminine charms.



"Hi, Buffy," Anya had said, upon admitting the Slayer, "how's every--whoa! What the hell?" Her eyes had widened at the sight of the bulge in Buffy's sweatpants. "You have a cock!"



Buffy had nodded, adding, "And balls." She'd explained to Anya about the Feral demon's bite.



Now, they talked about the attack.



"Feral demons are nasty," Anya said.



"How long do the, uh, side-effects last?"



Anya shrugged. "I've never been bitten by one." She gazed at Buffy's crotch. "Unfortunately." Anya bit her lower lip in thought. "They tend to recur, though."



Buffy frowned. "That's all I need."



Anya stepped close. She put her hands upon the cheeks of Buffy's ass, kissing her firmly upon the lips as she squeezed the Slayer's firm, compact buttocks. "Are you sure about that, Buffy?" she whispered, her breath warm upon Buffy's neck.



Buffy kissed her back, sliding her tongue between Anya's lips. They lost themselves in one another, surrendering entirely to the physical sensations that swept through their minds and bodies. Buffy had come here to seduce Anya, but it wasn't clear to her who was seducing whom, nor did it matter.



Their tongues swirled about one another, smooth, slick muscles flicking and thrusting and rolling about in each other's wet mouth-pussies. Their nipples swelled and stiffened, and their clitorises enlarged within the moist caverns of their cunts. Buffy felt a tremble of excitement flash through her, and she returned Anya's embrace, clutching the demon's buttocks with the same fervent intensity with which Anya cupped Buffy's ass cheeks.



"I've thought of doing this with you many times," Anya confessed.



"Me, too," Buffy admitted.



"Let's get naked," Anya invited, as bold and direct in speaking her mind as ever.



They undressed. Of similar height, both women were beautiful blondes with comparable charms. Both had relatively small breasts that were high and round, topped with pink nipples about the size of pencil erasers, surrounded by puffy areolas. Their tummies were concave, their hips narrow, and their legs long and smooth. Each had sleek, compact buttocks. Each was also equipped with a tight, wet pussy behind somewhat thick labia, inside of which their respective clitorises had swelled like the buds of blossoming flowers. However, Buffy's cunt was hidden from view behind the testicles-filled scrotum that dangled beneath the upright, nine-inch penis within the golden thatch of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.



The ladies kissed again, their hands releasing one another's buttocks to explore their partner's breasts.



"You're beautiful," Buffy complimented Anya.



"So are you," Anya returned her praise. "But let's not waste time on small talk or, for that matter, foreplay."



"Okay," Buffy agreed.



Ever forthright, Anya announced, "I want you to eat my pussy."



"Okay," Buffy agreed again.



Taking her hand, Anya led her naked guest to her bed. The demon laid upon her back, her thighs spread wide, and Buffy knelt on the mattress, resting her upper body upon her elbows, the hard nipples of her breasts brushing the bed's satin sheets. She lowered her head, her blonde hair spilling over Anya's thighs, like a sprinkle of soft silk. Anya moaned, squirming. Buffy slipped her hands under Anya's buttocks, feeling the weight of her sleek ass cheeks pressing down upon her palms. She kissed the demon's labia, tasting the dew that had gathered on the petals of Anya's sex. Then, she licked the demon's soft, thick pussy lips before slipping the tip of her moist, pink tongue into the folds of Anya's cunt to lick the hard, smooth button of her swollen clitoris. Again, Anya moaned, twisting upon the bed.



Buffy's lips, nose, and chin were wet with Anya's cunt juices. A river seemed to have sprung up inside the demon's pussy, and it overflowed with a constant stream of fluid. Buffy lapped the flood, rubbed her nose in it, drank deeply of it, and still more of the nectar gushed from Anya's quivering loins. Grasping Anya's tits, Buffy squeezed them in her hands; she kneaded, lightly pinched, and tweaked their stiff nipples with her thumbs and fingers. Mostly, though, she concentrated on the smooth, hard nub of Anya's wet, pink clit, lavishing loving attention upon this bud of her femininity, this blossom from which her sexuality bloomed and flourished. Her tongue licked the firm button of flesh while she kissed and nuzzled the slick, glistening labia that continually drooled the juices from the demon's overflowing cunt. Although Buffy knew that a pussy was meant for a dick, that it was vestibule to the womb, in which babies were conceived and developed and were brought forth into the world, it seemed, just now, to have no other purpose than to be licked, bathed, and washed with another woman's tongue; to be kissed with another woman's lips; and to be rubbed and caressed and fondled by another woman's fingertips. Any other use of such a holy place seemed impious and wrong. It seemed self-evident that a pussy was intended solely as a means by which women could worship their femininity, giving pleasure to and receiving bliss from one another.



As she licked and sucked Anya's pussy, Buffy made occasional slurping sounds that would normally have embarrassed her. However, in the context of their lovemaking, these rude sounds were merely titillating, making the sight of her tongue probing and licking Anya's watery, pink cunt all the more exciting. With renewed vigor, Buffy stroked and bathed Anya's lust-hardened clit. The demon cried out, writhing, as orgasm swept through her, clutching at Buffy's hair. "Willow! Oh! Eat my cunt, you lesbian slut!"



Willow?



Buffy frowned, drawing back from the flooded cunt she'd been licking and poking with her tongue. Suddenly, she saw something terrible inside her mind, so frightening that it obliterated all the lust that had, only moments ago, possessed Buffy so completely as to have nearly overwhelmed her. Her own sopping cunt, her throbbing erection, and the insistent stiffness of her aching nipples were forgotten as the vision asserted itself, and she saw her best friend, Willow, cowering before a band of hideous monsters that had surrounded her at the edge of a sheer precipice beyond which flames flared hundreds of feet into thick, sulfurous air.



Caught in the throes of orgasm, Anya rolled rapidly back and forth, from side to side, her eyes shut tightly, her face a grimace, and her fists balled in Buffy's hair. "Willow!" she cried again.



Buffy knocked Anya's hands away, dismounted from the bed, and grabbed Anya's wrist. "Where's Willow?" she demanded. "What have you done to her?"



Anya allowed the Slayer to pull her off the bed and onto her feet, but it was a different Anya who got out of the bed than the naked young woman who'd gotten into bed. Anya had transformed herself into Anyanka, the vengeance demon. As such, she was a formidable adversary. True, Buffy had beaten Anyanka before, but, as sports teams proved every day, a previous victory didn't mean that the winner wouldn't be vanquished by the loser during their next encounter.



Buffy punched the demon in the face. In turn, Anyanka slammed a fist into the Slayer's ribs. Both of them, imbued with supernatural strength, had blows like sledgehammers. Fortunately, they had skeletons like steel, too, and their soft tissues could withstand the punishing blows that their kind delivered. Moreover, their bodies healed with unnatural speed--except, it seemed, in the case of a Feral demon's bite.



The combatants separated, eyeing each other warily.



"What have you done with Willow?" Buffy demanded again, delivering a powerful blow to Anyanka's midsection.



The demon slumped.



Buffy closed the distance between them, raising her fist to strike again, but Anyanka blocked the punch, answering Buffy's attempted battery with a blow of her own that sent the Slayer sprawling across the bed, her cock and balls bouncing and jiggling. The sight of the male genitals gave Anyanka a plan. When Buffy rebounded from the bed and spun to face her foe, the demon kicked her savagely between the legs.



Buffy howled, dropping to her knees. Tears sprang to her eyes as she clutched her balls, gritting her teeth in anguish. Suddenly, she believed that she knew why Slayers were always girls and never guys. Despite the superior strength that most boys had, they were equipped with a serious weak spot. Kicked in the balls, all a guy could do was try to breathe and maintain a heartbeat while he recovered from the intense, crippling pain that owned him, body and soul.



Now that Buffy was helpless, Anyanka informed her that she'd sent Willow into a demon dimension after she'd "fucked the bitch with a strap-on dildo."



Between gasps of pain, Buffy managed to whisper, "Why?"



"Why do you think? She and Xander have been best friends--in a Platonic way, of course--since early childhood. What better way is there to get back at the bastard for jilting me at the altar?"



"That's ancient history," Buffy mumbled.



"You don't know what 'ancient' is, girlie. Wait until you're a few millennia old before you talk about 'ancient.' Oh, wait. You're not likely to live to such a ripe, old age, are you?" Anyanka kicked Buffy in the ass, and the Slayer grunted, falling onto her face.



When she could speak, Buffy whispered, "I thought you'd forgiven Xander."



Anyanka laughed. "Vengeance demons don't forgive; they get even."



Buffy struggled, gritting her teeth. She managed to get to her knees. She also managed to block Anyanka's kick to her face. Holding the demon by the ankle, Buffy upended her, and Anyanka fell heavily onto her back. Straddling her, Buffy ignored the pressure of her scrotum against Anyanka's thighs and the feel of the demon's sleek, cushiony buttocks against her bobbing, swaying erection. "How do I get Willow back?" she demanded.



"You don't."



Buffy wrenched one of Anyanka's arms behind her back, forcing it up, toward her shoulders. "How?" she repeated.



"Fuck you!"



Buffy applied more force, and Anyanka grimaced at the sudden pain in her twisted arm.



"How?"



"Fuck you, super bitch!"



Buffy jerked the arm higher.



Anyanka screamed.



"I'll break it," Buffy warned.



"All right! All right! I'll tell you."



Buffy maintained the pressure on the demon's arm.



"Just let up."



"Tell me first."



"I'll tell you, but you won't like it."



"I'm losing patience. When I lose patience, things get broken."



Anyanka told her.



The demon was right. Buffy didn't like it, not at all. "You're lucky I don't break your arm," she told the demon.



Instead, she let Anyanka go, but the vanquished foe made no move to get up.



"If anything happens to Willow," Buffy told the demon, "I will break it."



Even after Buffy had stalked from the room, Anyanka remained lying on the floor. She'd come close to being killed for what she'd done to Willow, she thought, and for what Buffy--and Giles--would have to do to retrieve the witch from the demon dimension. Anyanka couldn't say she'd blame the Slayer if Buffy had killed her. If she'd been in Buffy's place, she certainly would have; a broken arm wouldn't be nearly enough pay back for what Buffy and Giles were about to go through. After all, even if Buffy and her Watcher managed to escape with their lives, some things were worse than death.



Much worse.



She smiled at the thought of telling Xander all about it.



<i>. . . to be continued. . . .</i> 

