Title: “Thanks for lending me your body, B”

Author: Oric13

Universe: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Rating: XXX

Keywords: F/F, M/F, F/FF, F/MF, anal, BDSM, D/s, exhib, fist, humil, incest, oral, spank, toys, voyeur, TV-parody

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Summary: Faith takes full advantage of possessing Buffy’s hot lil body.

Author Note #1: This story takes place sometime around the episode “Who are you?” (S4E16) and is told from Faith’s POV.

This episode got me thinking that if Buffy the Vampire Slayer had been on HBO, Starz or Showtime then Faith probably would have done much naughtier stuff with Buffy’s body besides having sex with Riley… So this is my take on the body switcheroo.

Author Note #2: I’ve written most of this story ages ago (I think this was like the second or third story I ever wrote), but started a rewrite a while back because I felt dissatisfied with how it turned out. My main issue being that this story is supposed to be told from Faith’s POV but a lot of it didn’t really sound her. Unfortunately, this is turning out to be quite an extensive re-write as there’s also plenty of other stuff that I felt needed improving.

Disclaimer: This story is based on the characters from the TV show “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” that belongs to Joss Whedon/Fox TV and its related entities, and is not meant as an infringement on their copyright of the series. Nor am I making any money off this.

The story itself is all mine.

Warning: This story is pretty much hardcore smut and contains: lesbian sex, (lesbian) incest, spanking, fisting, anal sex, exhibitionism, BDSM, and humiliation. Most of the sex is consensual but some of it is reluctant or semi-nc. If you don’t like the stuff I mentioned or are not mature enough for it, then I suggest you don’t read this story. Otherwise, enjoy…

“Thanks for lending me your body, B”

by Oric13

Prologue – Buh-bye, B!(no sex)

Despite tryin’ to appear grim, which seemed like the way to go for the whole some-stalker-just-assaulted-my-mom type situation, I couldn’t help cracking a smile as I watched my unconscious hot bod—aka B's cozy new home—gettin’ shipped off by the po-po, like the common criminal that B now is.

Heh. Boss-man sure had a wicked sense of humor to come up with this.

After showing SunnyD’s donut patrol the door, I spend some quality time comforting Joyce. With our arms around each other and her big soft titties pressing against mine, I was once again reminded what a smokin’ hot MILF B’s mom is. Blondie sure is one lucky bitch… Or rather WAS one lucky bitch—past sense on the “lucky” but not on the “bitch” part. ‘Cause let’s face it: B is/was/will always be a bitch. And considering that self-righteous, stuck-up bottle-blonde is probably in the slammer by now, she’ll hopefully be the bitch of some ginormous bull-dyke who’s into weightlifting, martial arts, BDSM, hardcore anal, fisting, watersports, and takin' long walks on the beach.

“I'm so happy you're okay, mom,” I sweetly simpered, snuggled contently in her warm embrace.

“Same here honey, I was really worried that Faith would hurt you somehow,” Joyce said, trembling a bit as she likely imagined some of the nasty things Big Bad Me would do to her precious offspring if I'd come out victorious.

Heh. She ain't wrong!

"Not a chance. That trailer-trash traitor is no match for me," I confidently bragged, as I figured B would do in this case.

Joyce responded by holding me even tighter. Nice! I’m really enjoying this hugfest with B’s hot momma... a bit too much perhaps, considering I was hella tempted to grope her fine ass.

“You wanna eat something, sweetheart?”

I looked at Mrs. S. kinda surprised as my dirty mind immediately went “Whoa! Did J just green-light me to go down on her?” before realizing that she’s talking (of course) about actual food.

“Definitely!” I eagerly replied. Super strength, speed & healing uses lotsa energy, so I’m pretty much always in the mood for food.

“Anything specific you’d like, Buffy?”

Not just a free meal but I also get to pick?! Lovin’ my new mommy.

“A big juicy steak with fries, mom!” I called out—perhaps a bit too enthusiastically considerin’ B seems borderline-anorexic.

J did seem pleasantly surprised by my appetite. “Alright, I should be able to arrange that,” she said with a smile. “Although it’ll take about an hour to prepare as I’ll need to defrost a couple of steaks first… but in the meantime, I’ll fire up the barbeque so we can grill ‘em.”

“Sweet! Definitely worth the wait,” I replied, smiling back at her. I briefly considered offering to help, but that would probably be WAY out-of-character for B and therefore might make Mrs. S. a tad suspicious, so instead I decided to make myself scarce and head up to B’s—nope: MY room. But first a kiss for my amazing new mommy.

"Gonna head upstairs to my room for a bit, mom," I announced before planting a big wet one on her cheek.

"Sure. I’ll let you know when it’s time for dinner, Buffy," Joyce replied as she kissed me back, obviously enjoying her absentee daughter’s affectionate behavior.

*****BtVS*****

Alrighty, time to check out my new digs, which... turned out to be a bit of a downer. I’ve always pegged B as this spoiled lil princess, but it turns out she ain't exactly swimmin' in sweet stuff. Bitch didn't even have a Playstation!

I quickly got bored goin’ through B’s collection of girlie-magazines… by which I mean old issues of Cosmo and shit like that.  Now if these were the OTHER kind of girlie-magazines, I’d at least looked thru a few.

Anyhoo, so I checked out her wardrobe, and I hafta admit that she has—I mean had—some nice threads. Too bad B preferred wearing that pastel-colored California crap-fashion (I really need to toss some of that shit out) ‘cause just like lil ole me she looks wicked hot in leather.

While I was digging thru her—MY closet, I came across B’s weapons chest. Finally, something cool! I recognized it, 'cause B had shown it to me when we were still (sort of) friendly with each other… before the whole “impaling me with my own fuckin' knife” sitch.

Lifting out the false bottom, I checked out B’s–former–weapon supply. Not bad, but not exactly Rambo-tastic, either. Hmm, maybe she moved the good stuff into her dorm room?

Bored again, I looked around the room and suddenly spotted something I never thought I’d see again: my knife! My prized prezzie from the mayor, which I lost when those creepy lil critters crawled outta that box... 'till B jammed it up my gut! There it was: hanging from the wall, mounted in some kind of display case—the kind you put trophies in.

Which is probably what it was to B: some kinda fuckin’ trophy! She stuck it in my belly and now it’s hanging from her fucking wall!! Probably because she couldn’t hang my head there. And it’s not like she couldn’t just go to the hospital and cut off my head, but she probably decided that it didn’t match her wallpaper or something… Well, fuck you, B!

“Fuck you!!”

Ya mean nothin' to me anymore. I’ve got your body, your mother, your watcher, and your friends—yer whole fucking life now! And you?! You can rot away behind bars, B!!

You smug stupid BITCH!!!

To be continued in the next chapter: Hangin’ with Mrs. S.