TITLE    : Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Ch. 06
STORYID  : buffy-the-shemale-vampire-slayer-ch-06
SUMMARY  : Buffy taken? By a demon?
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2005-07-15
CATEGORY : celebrity-stories
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TAGS     : |buffy|willow|anya|giles|xander|demon|cock|balls|pussy|cunt|


Buffy arrived in the demon dimension on her elbows and knees, just as she'd been when her mentor, Rupert Giles, had been butt fucking her a moment before the spell they'd cast transported her from his apartment to this bizarre land of the damned. Her legs were still spread wide apart, and ass was still high in the air. Although Giles had not been transported with her, it felt to her as if his huge, stiff cock were still stretching her asshole to many times its normal size. The sensation was perhaps rather like the phantom pains that amputees are said to experience, Buffy thought.



Instead of Giles' apartment, Buffy was in an environment totally alien to her. Rising to her feet, Buffy surveyed her surroundings. It took her but a moment to discern that she stood at the edge of a cliff that overlooked a long, wide, gently sloping valley.



Great, towering mesas rose from a plain that stretched on all sides to the horizon, beneath a sky illuminated by a sun the rays of which formed a rainbow in all directions, filling the sky with radiant bands of color--red, orange, yellow, purple, green, and blue. The mesas were columns, formed, it appeared, of limestone, topped with roughly circular lawns from which, among tufts of exotic flowers, smaller columnar mesas, also topped with verdant lawns, rose against the sky. Some of the mesa tops contained pools that spilled over their edges, falling between the smaller mesas that rose at the edge of the stream that ringed the perimeter of the circular tablelands, contributing to the river that meandered, like a ribbon, through the center of the green plain far below. Between most of the rearing mesas, natural stone bridges had formed, presumably as a means of steadying and reinforcing the strange, tall towers. Against the far northern horizon, a mountain of jagged white ice rose. A pale lime-green, rectangular structure stood atop the summit of the ice mountains. It was so light that Buffy did not notice it at first. It seemed but a continuation of the mountaintop. It was only upon further reflection that its true nature as a probable building if some sort asserted itself, and it was only after even further reflection that its size became apparent. Although it looked relatively small, compared to the mountain of ice upon which it was perched, the fact that it was discernable at all, and the fact that Buffy had mistaken it, at first glance, for the top of the mountain itself suggested that the structure must be truly immense. Somewhere in this exotic landscape, perhaps in the mountaintop building, Willow was at the mercy of a demon horde that dwelled in a realm of fire and brimstone.



The question was how to get off the top of this soaring mesa and down into the presumably subterranean hellhole in which her friend, the witch, was being held hostage by her tormentors. If the sides of the mesa upon the top of which Buffy had landed--or materialized out of thin air--was like the others, and there was no reason to suspect that it was not, since the rest all looked the same, it would be ribbed with bands of rock that slow centuries of erosion had carved into it. If the bands were close enough together, they might offer toe- and footholds that would allow Buffy to climb down to the plain. However, the prairie was hundreds of feet below; even her Slayer's strength and stamina might not be sufficient to endure such a test. She might not be able to hang on to the ribbed rock surface long enough to make it to the low grassland, and a fall from such a height would no doubt kill her. Dead, she wouldn't be any help to Willow or anyone else. Since Buffy had endured the humiliating ordeal of allowing her fatherly mentor to fuck her in the ass to gain access to this demon dimension so that she could rescue Willow, dying before she could do so wasn't an option.



Like those of the sun on Earth, the rainbow rays of the demon dimension's star were warm and bright. Nevertheless, there was a slight breeze in the air that chilled Buffy, keeping the Slayer's nipples stiff and swollen and keeping her horny. Since leaving Xander's apartment, her cock had remained perpetually erect--another side-effect of the Feral demon's bite, Buffy assumed, like the male genitals themselves with which she'd awakened after fighting the demon the night before, during which event the bastard had bitten her. For the umpteenth time, Buffy, shaking her head at the absurd sight of the stiff, upright cock that jutted from her downy girl's groin, thought boys were damned freaky. Having an out-of-control cock was totally weird--and, well, embarrassing. Now, she thought she might understand better why boys acted so awkward and bashful around girls. They were probably terrified that their pricks would decide to rear up, stiff and swollen, and humiliate them. Girls, fortunately, didn't have to worry about such betrayals by their own bodies unless they went braless. Then, their nipples could behave rudely and treacherously, making firm points beneath tight shirts, blouses, or halter tops. Still, there was quite a difference between a pair of erect nipples and a raging hard on!



Buffy's quandary as to how to reach the plain below her was solved for her by the pterodactyl-like creature that swooped down from the sky, seizing her in its long, thick, curved talons and sweeping her from the lip of the lofty precipice. The great creature carried Buffy across the landscape below at a speed that made the grassy plain a blur of green. Before she had time to be frightened, the avian beast had set her upon the ground, and her bare feet came to a rest upon the soft grass of the prairie that stretched, seemingly endlessly, beneath the rainbow-colored sky.



The pterodactyl-thing's claws had left deep slashes in the Slayer's shoulders and upper back, which hurt like hell, but Buffy wasn't worried about them. She had supernatural healing abilities. Her blood was inhospitable to every imaginable germ, and her wounds always healed at an incredible rate, usually within seconds. If she faced a threat in this Godforsaken world, it wouldn't be as the result of a few lacerations.



Now that she was on the ground, rather than standing at the edge of one of the mesa tops, Buffy's perspective had changed. The valley didn't seem as flat as it had from hundreds of feet in the air. Rather, it was a rolling plain, with gently rising swells, like a sea of grass rolling toward the ice-mountains that reared against the northern sky. She couldn't see the river that wound through the center of the valley any more; it was lost to sight among the gently rolling hills. Had she not seen it from her earlier vantage point, high above, she'd not have known of its existence. The soaring tablelands also looked different. The more distant ones looked like massive tree trunks of rock rather than wood. The closer ones were like walls in which nooks and crannies and fissures were discernable, along with lichen- and moss-like plants in a profusion of odd colors that grew within the deep crevices between the outcroppings of the banded rock.



The whole landscape, although beautiful in its own, bizarre way, was as alien to Buffy as the surface of a world in another galaxy, far, far away would be. Strangest of all, perhaps, was the lack of animal life. Other than the pterodactyl-thing, she'd seen no signs of any life besides that of the plants, grass, and flowers. There were no small, furry, fuzzy animals among the grassy hills. No birds flew in the kaleidoscope skies. It seemed unlikely that there would be any beasts among the icy mountains of the north, either. Nowhere, with the single exception of the lizard-bird that had deposited her upon the plain below the towering mesa columns, was there predator or prey--except, of course, for the very predatory demons who held Willow against her will, wherever they were hidden.



While Buffy stood, surveying her surroundings, her cock still stiff and swollen, despite any lust or sexual interest whatsoever on her part, wondering what she should do next to find Willow, a sphere of light, about the size of a grapefruit, appeared in the air before her, and the Slayer grinned, delighted, as she recognized the ball to be a guide sent to her by the witch. Willow and her late girlfriend, Tara, another witch, often used spheres of light to guide one another to themselves when they were lost or separated. Somehow, Willow knew that Buffy was here, and she was directing her rescuer to her location!



Buffy smiled, following the signal. The ball of light was a welcome sight. It meant that Willow was aware of Buffy's presence. It was an act of communication. More than that, it was a connection between the witch who'd sent it and the Slayer who followed it. As Buffy alternated between sprinting and walking, she concentrated upon this incandescent sphere, which was her only link to her friend. She vowed anew to herself that she would rescue Willow, no matter how great the cost, and she knew that the cost might be much higher than her having allowed Giles to fuck her in the ass in order to make Anya's inter-dimensional transportation spell work and bring her here from her mentor's apartment in Sunnydale. No matter. Whatever the price, even if it were to be her own life, Buffy would pay it if need be to save her best friend.



Buffy followed the light sphere to the top of a grassy rise. As she descended the knoll, the grass before her shifted, and something rose out of its midst, something green and grassy, like the plain itself--something huge, of a vaguely humanoid shape. Buffy had no idea what it might be, but she knew what she and her friends back home would unhesitatingly call it--a monster. That was all right with Buffy, though, since, after all, she was a monster slayer.



As the risen entity lunged toward her, Buffy glimpsed its face and form more clearly; involuntarily, she shivered. Matted vines, resembling thick, green dreadlocks, hung from the top of the thing's head. Its eyes were opaque and white, like the pods of a milkweed plant. Thick grass formed a dense beard and a heavy mustache upon the creature's verdant face, and large, thick leaves formed its ears. Its lips were roots, twisted into an elliptical shape; when they parted, she saw large, jagged teeth, of granite, inside its black, cavernous mouth. Shaggy grass draped its powerful chest and belly. The legs were of densely packed earth, in which thick vines formed veins and arteries that carried whatever vital fluid circulated through the monster's impossible, grotesque body instead of blood.



As hideous as the creature was, the worst, most hideous aspect of its appearance was the penis that reared from its grassy groin. A log-like column of wood about which vines twisted, the phallic appendage bore small leaves as well as sharp, sturdy thorns. Below the penis, a pair of stony testicles hung inside a mossy scrotum. Buffy could only guess what vile substance might spurt from the monstrosity's balls instead of semen.



All these observations occurred to Buffy during the instant between which the monster had spring from within the grass of the field and the moment in which it seized her with its powerful vine-fingers. The thing's grip was immensely strong--and painful--but, fortunately, as the Slayer, Buffy possessed enormous strength of her own, and she managed to pry the creature's fingers from her arms and shove it back. A look of surprise, followed by an expression of rage, twisted the creature's grotesque features, and then it bounded forward again. It moved fast, considering the fact that it was twice the size of an average man, but Buffy was faster, and she side-stepped the assault. The monster's lunge carried it past Buffy, and she ran, thinking discretion--and escape--better than senseless valor, in this instance at least. She had no doubt that she could outrun the fantastic creature that had attacked her. Males ere all alike, she thought wryly; even in a demon dimension, the fiends wanted just one thing--pussy. Well, she was damned if she was going to be raped by a grass-covered freak with a log for a cock and stones for balls.



She loped across the field, briars and brambles snatching at her naked legs. After thirty seconds, she glanced over her shoulder. The huge, grass-covered creature was in hot pursuit, although it was thirty feet or so behind her; as Buffy had suspected, she was in no danger of being caught by the hulking predator.



She smiled as she thought that this would-be rapist was one fucker who was going to be disappointed--and, then, she tripped over a root, falling headlong into the thick grass underfoot. Fortunately, she was unhurt. She shoved herself up from the ground, onto one knee, and rose. She started to run again, when she fell a second time, her foot caught in another root. She gazed in the direction of her pursuer. The thing was much closer. Still, she could increase the distance between them again easily enough. Regaining her feet, she sped off again, tripping over a third root that sent her sprawling. With a swell of dread, Buffy realized, as she rose a third time from the meadow, that the creature, spawned, perhaps, of the grassy plain itself, controlled the prairie's greenery; it was the monster that had caused the roots to trip her. Now, the hideous predator was upon her, and, twist and struggle as she might, she was unable to free her feet and calves from the roots and vines that had ensnared her. The meadowland demon pounced upon her.



It was absurd, Buffy thought, what one noticed at the strangest times. Here she was, fighting for her honor, if not her life, and she was noticing the small wildflowers that grew from her would-be rapist's cheeks, chest, belly, groin, and thighs--violets, periwinkles, goldenrods, bellflowers, foxgloves, and others.



The demon straddled Buffy, its massive buttocks, formed of hard-packed soil and rock, resting upon the Slayer's groin and lower belly, crushing her erection and her balls as it struggled to force its log-penis into the cunt behind Buffy's scrotum. Buffy twisted, wriggling beneath the demon's tremendous weight as she struggled to topple the would-be rapist. If it managed to shove that gnarly log of a prick into her, its jagged end would rip and tear her pussy to shreds, and she would die in agony. She fought desperately, but the demon's weight restricted her movements, and, as powerful as she was, the demon's strength matched--maybe surpassed--her own. It continued to jab at the rose-petal soft lips of her pussy, and Buffy felt a stab of pain, as if she'd been poked by a needle. Then, she felt more prickling sensations, and she realized that her monstrous adversary was about to impale her with its log-cock. She gave a last, huge, desperate shove, but to no avail.



The demon screamed, rearing, as a brilliance shone amid the grass, vines, leaves, and twigs that had formed its misshapen head, and the milkweed pods that had served as its eyes exploded, spewing their vile, milky contents over Buffy's breasts and face, as if the exploding eyes were ejaculating a foul semen. The remnants of the head, like the grassy body, was on fire. Thick black smoke poured from the fiery mass as red, orange, and yellow flames crackled and spat within the blackening vegetation of the demon's chest, belly, groin, and legs. With horror, Buffy saw that the thing's penis was also on fire. All she needed was for that flaming member to cauterize her cunt, sealing her vagina closed forever--or, at least, until some embarrassing and humiliating surgery, not to mention the need to concoct some unlikely cover story as to how she'd received such a bizarre injury! Buffy shoved the demon, and, this time, concerned for its survival more than its intent to rape the Slayer and weakened severely by the damage that the fire had done to it, the demon offered no resistance, toppling sideways. Buffy rolled away from it.



Gaining her feet, Buffy saw the cause of the meadowland demon's immolation: Willow's reconnaissance sphere glowed brightly within the vitals of the demon. By chance or design, the ball of light that Willow used to use to communicate with Tara had collided with the demon, setting it ablaze. Buffy watched the fucker burn. Within minutes, the would-be rapist was nothing but a charred heap of burned grass and smoking earth. Buffy scowled at the burning rubbish. "Loser," she said.



When she was sure that the demon was no longer a threat to her, Buffy examined her pussy. It was sore, as if the labia had been pierced with needles, and she saw that the demon had left two splinters of its log-penis in her labia. Using her fingernails as forceps, she extracted the slivers and tossed them upon the demon's smoking remains, to burn along with the rest of him. She felt uneasy. Like the feral demon's bite that had transformed her into a hermaphrodite, the wounds from this demon's phallic splinters, although slight, could have unpredictable consequences, too, which, like those of the feral demon's bite, may or may nor recur. Buffy gulped. She didn't want to imagine what bizarre, depraved effects might result from her having been pierced by splinter's from this demon's log-penis.



Looking back to the ball of light--or to the place she'd seen it last--Buffy discovered that the sphere was yards ahead of her, streaking toward the ice mountains of the north. If she didn't want to lose it, she'd better move. The Slayer ran, following her only link to her best friend--and the demons who were holding Willow here, in this demon dimension, against her will. The thought that the witch might be subjected to the same fate that the meadowland demon had had in store for Buffy made the Slayer run even faster.



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

