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MASTER TARA: Master Witch of Sunnydale	By : psimetis Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Tara/Willow Views: 3210 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: MASTER TARA: MASTER WITCH OF SUNNYDALE

Author: psimetis

E-mail: psimetis@hotmail.com
Distribution: www.a-girlstudio.com/masterwillow, Near Her Always, ExtraFlamey, Willow's Lil Secret, Adultfanfiction.net

Spoilers: Season 3, Doppelganger

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: vampireW/T

Characters: Wil Willow, Tara, Vamp Xander, Evil Puppy, Dark Slayer Buffy, Slayer Faith, Watcher man Giles

Disclaimer: All characters of BtVS and its universe are all rights and owned by Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon. This is a fan to fan appreciative effort made for absolutely no profit.

Summary: Wishverse (Veracity-verse): Vamp Willow tries her hand at Dark Tara fiction writing and shows it to her girlfriend Tara. Silly Fic, Raunch, Comedy, Spoof, Silly-Smut, D/s

Warnings: Cussing, Dom/sub, Dismemberment, Banging of the Vamp Willow-Slave

Author’s Note: This started out in a very non-serious style as a Silly Fic. Then it became a smutty silly fic. It is still a very silly fic. enjoy!

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MASTER TARA: MASTER WITCH OF SUNNYDALE

Once upon a time, there was a red haired vampire named Willow who had a dark haired vampire sibling named Xander, and together they ruled the unsuspecting California town known as Sunnydale. Well, they ruled it along with the Dark Slayer known as Buffy too, but not everyone needed to know that. Willow and Xander happily ran their modest Order of Aurelius (inherited from their sire, tegenegendary--and now dusty--ancient vamp, the Master), and lorded it over their Hellmouth territory. Whatever demony Big Bad decided to make trouble for the Hellmouth, the Slayer would stake (or behead, or gut, or skin, and add to her macabre trophy trunk), thus keeping the evil/good power balance in place in Sunnydale. Unlife was .

One day, Willow was too bored for her own good and became curious about magic. Since no one witchy in the local area would talk to her, Willow decided to ‘talk’ to witches on the internet. There, she met a very nice young girl who would become her bestest friend (generally, vampires do not have friends, but Willow was a bit of a special vampire). Her name was Tara, and when Tara turned eighteen, she decided to come to Sunnydale for school and meet her online friend at last.

After a few stumbles in their friendship, where upon Tara learned that Willow was a monster and bloodsucking-beastie-creature of the night-fiend, all was finally good between them. Their friendship blossomed into giddy romance, with the girly giggles, hormonal, sloppy smoochies, and gropey, lesbiany fun.

Sometimes Xander would ask to join in on the lesbiany fun, and they would say no.

Sometimes Willow would suggest they use Puppy as a lesbiany sex toy, and Tara would say, um.......no.

Despite being a vampire, Willow was pretty darn happy just being all giggle wiggle, witchy, gropey with her bestest human friend and now enthusiastic lover, Tara.

“So when are you gonna Turn her?” Xander would suggest with a very masculine, demony leer. He’d drool a little too. Then he’d stick his head between Willow’s modest boobies and find a big whiff of ‘Tara!! Was here!’ all over the cleavage.

Before he could lick that up, Willow would hit him over the head with the flat of an axe or something--if it was nearby and handy.

“Not gonna,” she would simply reply to Xander’s often prone form (from being hit on the head). “Like my Tara the way she is.” And then her little mouth would twist up into a very pleased and very goofy grin.

But Xander’s teasing did get Willow to thinking: What if her Tara were dark? Not ‘dark’ like another vampire--because for Willow, that would be kinda boring. Hello, Willow was enough evil demon for the both of them! If she wanted another demoverover, she’d have continued boinking Xander. But, the thought still intrigued the red haired Mistress of Sunnydale. What if her sweet Tara were really, really alpha-butch, like she sometimes could be? What if....

“M-Master Tara?” Tara read in surprise. “M-Master Witch Of Sunnydale??”

They were in Willow’s personal lair at the abandoned nightclub, the Bronze, and Tara was holding a manuscript that Willow had eagerly put into her hands.

“I wrote it!” Willow proclaimed proudly. She indicated the cover page to her girlfriend again. “See, my name,” she pointed, and right below the lurid ‘MASTER TARA’ title (in big, scary, pointy, Gothic, bloody, Vampire font), was the credit: by Willow, The Wicked, Mistress of Aurelius.

A small ‘oh’, was all Tara’s mouth made.

“Read read read read!” Willow urged.

Tara took a breath, turned the first page (Willow had her modest manuscript perfectly bound at the local Kinko’s with a bright red, plastic spiral), and began reading.

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(Willow’s fic:)

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MASTER TARA: MASTER WITCH OF SUNNYDALE

CRUNCH

“You DIE, Kakistos! NOW!” Tara, Master Witch of Sunnydale, snarled at the latest Big Bad to dare come into her town. She gave the big ugly vamp’s thick, broken neck yet another twist with both her beautiful hands, but his ugly head still wouldn’t come off.

“Shit,” Tara exclaimed, dropping the still living, yucky, old vamp to the warehouse floor. She glared at the other figures in the warehouse, her gorgeous blue eyes piercing, her voluptuous body clad in leather and black. She took a deep breath, and her generous, milky breasts strained against the metal clasps of her black, leather vest.

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Tara blinked and looked down blankly at her own breasts for a moment, clad in a soft rayon top and an equally soft, fuzzy sweater on top. Were her boobs really that big?? she thought in self-conscious dismay. She returned her attention to the manuscript.

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(Willow’s fic:)

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Tara’s rough soled, biker boot came down hard on Kakistos’ busted neck. The old vamp gave a gravelly, crunchy sound, his body jerking.

“Well?” Tara demanded of the two young women who had her attention. “Are you going to come over here and finish this or not?”

Buffy-Slayer ran quickly to Kakistos’ body with her little wooden stake, Faith-Slayer right behind her.

“We--We didn’t know if you were finished with him yet, Master Tara,” the Buff-Slayer babbled in apology to the voluptuous blonde. Then she and Faith-Slayer proceeded to enthusiasticapokepoke many holes into Kakistos, who sort of shrieked from the woody intrusions, but it was hard to tell if that was really shrieking, with his crushed windpipe and all.

“Master Tara,” Watcher-Giles said to the Master very respectfully, as Tara turned her attention away from the vampire-poking scene. “As soon as Kakistos is dust, we will make certain to destroy all his bones completely--”

“Yes, of course,” Tara dismissed with a wave of her beautiful, elegant hand. She tossed her long, thick, blonde mane back, making the Watcher gasp in admiration and his glasses steam up for a minute, but the luscious, Master Witch had her attention elsewhere. Giles eventually followed her smoldering, indigo blue gaze.

“Oh, yes, you will want to attend to your vampire sex slave then,” the Giles-Watcher acknowledged demurely, but Master Tara was already moving across the warehouse floor, stalking her prey.

Willow-Slave stood as submissively as possible, her eyes demurely lowered and hands clasped before her brief, little, leather, slave girl outfit.

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Tara’s jaw dropped and she turned to stare at Willow--Mistress Willow of Sunnydale--with big, blue eyes that were seeing her vampire in an entirely new(!!) light. The vampire only bounced on the bed eagerly, obviously happy with the scene Tara had just reached. She tapped the page impatiently with a finger, urging Tara to continue reading.

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(Willow’s fic:)

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“Have you been a very good, little vampire?” Tara rumbled seductively to her vampire toy. She gripped Willow’s flaming red hair and pulled it abruptly back, exposing the pale, vulnerable neck.147;147;Did you behave while I was killing Kakistos?”

“Yes, Master, I’ve been good,” Willow gasped, then trembled with barely concealed arousal as Master’s blunt teeth bit roughly down on her tender throat and drew blood. She had stood still and obedient throughout her Master’s fight with Kakistos, even though she had wanted desperately to join in. Willow’s demony needs for violence had her completely, physically frustrated, which was how Master liked her pet.

Master turned Willow around abruptly and smacked her hard on her tight, leather clad ass.

“Let’s go make Master happy then,” Tara suggested, and Willow felt herself quickly steered into a dingy side bathroom with stalls. Tara didn’t even bother to close the door, and the Slayers could still be heard, trying to dust Kakistos by jumping up and down on him with their little combat boots--well, Buffy’s were little, Faith-Slayer had good sized, kick-ass feet.

“Up on the sink,” Tara indicated with an assertive gesture of her pretty chin. Her gorgeous, pouty mouth then drew up into a half-leer, as her lidded, blue eyes roamed possessively up and down her vampire slave’s body. “And your little skirt off, first.”

Willow immediately did as Master asked, dropping her tiny, patent leather skirt. She wore no underwear, of course. Willow was clad now only in her black, patent leather bra top--and white bobby socks (with the cute, little pussy cats), and shiny, black Mary Janes. Master liked Willow to play ‘virginal school girl’ sometimes. And Willow loved it when Master used the ruler on her ass. The vampire eagerly hopped onto the sink’s edge and leaned back to grip the porcelain.

“Oooooh Master,” she moaned as Master spread her legs wider.

“That’s right, I’m Master,” Tara grinned, and the witch showed Willow her big, ruby red, Master of the Aurelius Order ring. She pressed it into her pet’s wet mouth.

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Tara turned and stared with sa lik like eyes at the huge, gothy ring on her vampire’s pale, right hand. Willow shared the ring with Xander, and all this time the witch had no idea of its true significance. Willow held her hand up, wiggling her fingers with a big smile.

“Read what comes next!” Willow enthused. Tara tore her wide eyed attention away from the gaudy, yet very pretty, huge, blood red jewel on Willow’s finger and found her place again in the manuscript.

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(Willow’s fic:)

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Tara had her vampire thoroughly lick and suck at her ring before she pulled it away from her pet’s oral attentions. She shoved the jewel right up against her slave’s needy, creamy center.

“Go ahead,” Tara encouraged, watching the vampire eagerly comply and thrust her hips. “You’re my good, little girl, aren’t you, you’re my good, little fuck toy,” Tara crooned.

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Tara blushed several shades of red upon reading the sentence. She blinked several times rapidly, realizing that she was feeling way too aroused (and a little too aware of her girlfriend sitting next to her). This was Willow’s story she was supposed to appreciate however (and how!), so Tara resumed reading again.

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(Willow’s fic:)

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“OH, OHH--” Willow moaned loudly, knowing Master liked it when she was very vocal. Especially when the White Hats were present. She could dimly hear the Slayers outside making hacking, slicing, dicing sounds. Apparently, they decided to go with dismembering Kakistos’ body with other sharp objects. “OH OH OHH,” Willow continued to moan, thrusting as hard as she could against her Master’s hand.

Master suddenly withdrew her ring--Willow nearly crying out in her frustration--and began to lick the jewel clean herself, watching her pet.

“I think you deserve another reward,” Master Tara said simply, making a mystical gesture in the air. With a flash of magic, a very large, (very large!) strap-on appeared in her hand, complete with leather harness. “And you need to show your appreciation,” Master observed. “Louder.”

The witch then strapped on the big, fat, silicone cock to the front of her skin tight, leather pants.

“Down,” the blonde goddess ordered with another sexy, half-leer. “And bend over.”

Out on the warehouse floor, Faith-Slayer stood among Kakistos’ hacked up body pieces and wiped a bloody hand across her sweaty forehead. The Willow-Slave’s suddenly very loud, enthusiastic cries of being Master-fucked echoed in the stale, warehouse air.

“Damn, I wish I had me some a that,” Slay-Faith said wistfully. Suddenly, her bloody arms were full of bloody little Slay-Buffster, trying to devour her mouth and wrap her viselike legs around her waist.

“Shut up shut up shut up,” Buff-Slayer ordered her staggering Sister-Slay, as Faith tried to stay upright. “Just fuck me!!” Little Buffy really wanted Master Tara to do her writhing, Slayer-bod sixteen different ways to Sunday, but until then, the Slay-Buff would boink Faith into the floor.

“ErHrmHrm Hrm,” they heard Giles-Watcher say, noisily clearing his throat. His glasses were permanently steamed up. He held up two huge sledge hammers in both fists. “Not until you’ve,” he implied, indicating Kakistos’ scattered body parts with a nod of his head.

“AHHHH!! AHHHH!!” they all heard Willow-Slave scream from the bathroom on the far side of the warehouse floor, and Giles’ Britty, stiff upper lip gave a twitch.

Willow gripped the sink porcelain desperately, and tried to relax her vaginal muscles as Master pushed another two inches of Mr. Monster (the brand new Big Dick), into her. Willow was in demony Nirvana; she just loved being Master Tara’s fuck toy. Finally she felt the whole length slide inside completely and her entire body twitched and trembled at the delicious invasion.

“Ohh, look at you,” she heard Tara coo above her, as the vampire shuddered from being all filled up. Suddenly, Willow felt the sting of a hard Smack! on her bare ass. Then another slap. It had taken practically ten minutes to just push Mr. Monster all the way inside her tight, vampire pet, and Master Tara was enjoying the sight of sweet, stuffed pussy. “Aren’t you pretty, just chock full of cock,” Tara admired.

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“SHRIEK!!” Tara screamed, and brought the manuscript up to her head, burying herself and her embarrassed laughter into the paper.

“Wha,” Willow sputtered. Tara just shrieked and laughed again. Then laughed some more, practically mauling the manuscript she clutched in her hands as she tried to muffle her cries. She had tried so hard not to bust up at the words, ‘Mr. Monster’, but that last line of Master Tara’s had finally done the blonde witch in. Oh Goddess!!

“OH, Well--see if you can write better, Missy!!” Willow ejected, incensed at Tara’s mirth. She tried to grab her poor story out of her girlfriend’s hands.

“Ohh,” Tara finally emitted, after her fits of laughter had ended. The witch wiped at her eyes. She had lost the manuscript and it was now held protectively in a sullen Willow’s fists. “I’m sorry,” Tara said sincerely. “I, I didn’t mean to...I mean, I--I’ve written something too,” she then gave, hoping to placate her girlfriend’s hurt feelings. “After you told me about you as, um, a human? So I wrote something. And it’s kind of...” and Tara blushed deeply. Willow forgot her resentment and stared at her blonde witch expectantly. “And, um...let’s finish this!” Tara then exclaimed and grabbed the manuscript out of Willow’s hands.

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(Willow’s fic:)

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(Tara forced her eyes to skip over the ‘chock’ part.)

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(Willow’s fic:)

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“ER, HrmHrm Hrm,” Willow heard the Watcher-G say, clearing his English throat politely behind them. Master’s cock was halfway pulled out of Willow, and then it got pushed right back inside the vampire again.

“OHHHHH,” Willow moaned loudly.

“What is it? I’m busy,” Tara informed tersely. She watched as she pulled out of her pet’s sweet, little, creamy cunt once more. God, her little vampire was so tight!

“Well, y-yes,” the G-Watch stammered, obviously averting his eyes with a hand as he stepped hesitantly into the bathroom. “But a message has arrived, courtesy of a minion we did not know, whom Buffy staked b-before we c-could--but anyway, here is the message.” Giles held out a piece of paper vaguely in Master Tara’s direction. “Which is rather urgent, I’m afraid--”

“OHHHH,” Willow moaned wantonly again, trying to thrust up against Master’s retreating cock.

“I-I-I-It’s from your other pet, Puppy,” Giles hastily added, waving the paper back and forth. “Who I’m afraid is now....Evil Puppy,” he ended ominously.

Tara let go of her vampire’s hips and snatched at the irritating white paper the Watcher waved around. She stared at it with her intense, blue eyes. It read:

Dear Mistress (not),

The Soul is gone. Thanks for the Happy. Now I will kill and destroy everything you hold dear.

Love,

Your Evil Puppy

“Shit,” Tara ejected, reading the note a second time. She tossed the note and took firm hold of her vampire’s hips again. She resumed pumping her cock in and out of her pet, a frown marring her lovely forehead.

“I’ll be a minute,” Tara ordered, as her pet cried out once more with each deep thrust.

“Of Of Of Of course,” Giles gave hurriedly, and walked out of the bathroom in a very funny, but possibly stiff, British manner.

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Tara turned another page of the story. She realized it was more bathroom ‘banging’.

“Hrm,” she cleared her throat. “That’s a.... really long minute.”

Willow just smiled at her. “I found the sex scenes really easy to write,” she stated. She eagerly sat even closer to Tara as her girlfriend read the story further. Without realizing it, Tara raised a hand absentmindedly and began running it through Willow’s hair, petting her as she read. When Tara got to a part that really turned her on, the petting became more a massaging of Willow’s scalp, and it made the vampire purr.

Just so Tara wouldn’t have to remove her hand, Willow helpfully turned the pages for her witch.

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(Willow’s fic:)

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(Twenty pages later, and twenty or so minutes later:)

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(Willow’s fic:)

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“OH TARA--OH TARA--OH----” Willow screamed, and her body convulsed so hard, her grip tore the sink from the wall. Willow fell with it, slipping off Master’s cock as fireworks played behind her eyes. Willow was aware of nothing, she just twitched, over and over, lying in the bathroom wreckage and only faintly aware of Master’s arms gathering the vampire to her.

“Wow,” Faith-Slayer whispered, having witnessed nearly the whole ‘banging’ scene and the incredible climax. Somehow, F-Slayer got her hands on a fresh, red popsicle (how? Please don’t ask), and was slowly pushing it in and out of her mouth. Buff-Slay merely stood like a little stone next to her sister Slayer, utterly enrapt with the sight of Master’s slick, big, super, artificial cock.

“Can....Can we have a turn too?” Buffy asked in a little voice. Her hazel eyes were big and hopeful.

“No, go find my Puppy,” Tara ordered, as she held her pet’s shuddering body close.

Faith immediately left, knowing an order when she heard one. She kept sucking on her popsicle, distractedly thinking about Master-cock, Willow-cream, and maybe when she found (currently evil) Puppy, she could bang him too. Chaiup, up, of course. Then she felt a very frustrated Buffy leap upon her back, taking her down upon the warehouse floor.

“I need that, inside me, NOW,” Buffy snarled, and ged fed for Faith’s ice treat.

“AW Fuck!!” Faith complained. What a waste of good popsicle! she resentfully thought.

to be continued.

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“Oh!” Tara exclaimed, turning the manuscript over and viewing the blank side. “Oh darn. That’s it? There’s more, right?”

“Uh huh,” she felt Willow breathe against her face, and Tara was startled to realize that Willow, while she had been reading, had somehow wiggled herself into Tara’s lap and now had her arms around her witch.

“So,” Tara said, as Willow helpfully removed the story from her hand and tossed it to her lair floor. “So, they all go after Evil Puppy now, right?”

“Uh huh,” Willow affirmed, tracing a finger over Tara’s very pretty face. “He even tries to eat pet Willow,” she added with a little pout.

“Oh!!” Tara exclaimed again, and Willow enjoyed her witch’s sudden grip around her waist--so possessive! The vampire wriggled and gri. &. “That fiend! But Master Tara kicks his ass, right?”

“Yes, but you know how these stories go. Maybe Willow’s all dying and stuff,” Willow gave sadly.

“No dying. Not for my Will,” Tara declared, a firm hand behind Willow’s head as she brought her vampire down to kiss her. They enjoyed a nice make-out session for a while, both obviously a little heated from a bit of smut reading.

“Mmmm,” Tara hummed, when they finally parted--mostly so she could have some air. Playfully, her fingers entwined with Willow’s right one. Willow’s green eyes widened as she felt Tara wiggle her Master ring loose.

Tara slipped it free, then held it up, admiring it. She gave her vampire a sultry look, but her voice was shy when she finally voiced what she was thinking.

“May I?” she finally asked with a half-grin. Willow only nodded, trying not to look eager. She watched with unneeded held breath as her witch slipped on the ring. It fit perfectly on her right hand. Then Tara slid Willow off her lap and to the bed, rising to stand before her. She pulled off her sweater, watching Willow all the while with deep, blue eyes, and then pulled the ties of her top.

“How’s my Willow pet?” Tara murmured with a rumbly purr, and Willow stared wide eyed up at her and shivered.

Ooo!! Master Tara was home!

the end!
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