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When Faith had been small, she’d had a childhood ambition to be a nurse. The uniform looked nice and on the TV shows nurses were both glamorous and kind. To a child reared on a diet of beatings by an alcoholic Mother, it had been a potent combination. Opening the front door Faith reflected that the reality was hard work.
It was weird, she knew she didn’t belong here, but at the same time she had memories of being a nurse. She knew the procedures, she knew her colleagues, she knew how to get to Sacred Heart, but none of it seemed real. It was if she’d read it in a book. Unfortunately the book didn’t tell her how she ended up here.
"Hi Darla," she called. The house was dark. She didn’t know what Darla did; but she assumed since the vampire had left the house a couple of hours before Faith, she’d have been home by now.
Sighing Faith took off her shoes and switched on a light.
Darla jumped out, she was carrying a wooden stake held above her head, "Die, die," she yelled.
Faith swore and looked for a weapon to defend herself.
"Sorry, did I scare you?" Darla put down the stake, "Though not too sorry after your prank this morning."
Faith sat down on the kitchen chair. Damn she was shaking, she had been so close to snapping Darla’s neck. She shivered, thank God her reactions had been slow, she thought, and then shivered again as she wondered why she had thought that.
"What are you doing?" Faith asked.
"I thought you’d want to play vampires and Slayers. I know you wanted to be a Slayer, but with my name I thought I’d be better. And you can be the vampire queen who catches me and has her wicked way with me."
Despite herself, Faith laughed, "Sounds fun. Though I suspect vampire queen’s don’t dress as nurses. Let me change first."
Opening the wardrobe Faith was relieved to see the clothes at least seemed like hers, she’d been half expecting to find it full of floral dresses. She pulled on a pair of dark jeans and T-shirt; and wondered what she was doing. Darla was a Vampire; the mortal enemy of Slayers. She wasn’t supposed to even talk to her, never mind arrange to play a kinky sex game. Okay, there was no doubt Darla was attractive and Faith had always been bi-sexual, but she rationalised she was only doing this until she found out what was going on. Then she’d stake Darla; probably.
She heard Darla clumping up the stairs, "I’m coming to get you Vampire Queen," Darla intoned.
Faith hid behind the door and waited for it to open. Darla snuck in, even from behind Faith could tell she was grinning; from Faith’s experience not a common emotion of Slayers when creeping into a vampire’s layer.
She stepped from behind the door and grabbed Darla’s arms, pinioning them behind the blonde’s back, "So now I have you Darla the Vampire Slayer," she hissed. Darla wasn’t the only one who could overact.
"Oh No Queen Faith, you have me in your power," gasped Darla. Faith suspected that if her arms weren’t behind her back, she’d have put one over her forehead and faked a swoon; like a starlet in an old black and white movie.
Faith bent down and licked at the back of Darla's throat, before biting down lightly against the skin. There was a shiver from Darla, though it was anticipation not fear, "Such a succulent neck to feast on," Faith tried to put some menace into her voice.
It didn’t work as Darla giggled back, "Oh Vampire Queen please don’t eat me. I’ll do anything. Slake your perverted lusts on my virgin body."
"Virgin!" Faith had to stifle a laugh, before slipping back into character, "I’ll have my wicked way with you. If you satisfy me I might allow you to live as my slave."
A wicked cackle seemed the right thing to do at this point, unfortunately it sounded like a drowning frog. Faith propelled Darla, towards the bed, "Strip slayer."
There was no doubt Darla was getting into the role of virgin Slayer, she seemed reluctant to remove any clothing, only doing so slowly and then taking great pains to hide her modesty. Faith had to admit it was a bigger turn on than just a normal strip, even if Darla kept having to force down a smile.
Finally Darla was naked. One arm was draped across her titties, whilst the other covered her slit. Faith walked forward and firmly pulled her arms away, "Not too bad. You may yet live. A virgin you say?"
"Yes Queen Faith, nothing has sullied my womanhood." Faith wondered if Buffy really did write like that or whether Darla just enjoyed hamming it up.
"Well I wouldn’t like to rob you of that precious commodity," if Faith had a moustache she’d have twirled it, "So I’ll have to fuck your ass."
"Oh no," grinned Darla, "you evil fiend."
Faith pulled her clothes off in feverish excitement. She was shaking as lust as she pulled on the strap-on. "Up against the mirror Slayer. I want to see your face as I fuck you."
Darla obediently skipped over to the mirror, she leant forward, her breath misting it up, and blocking her face. Faith stepped behind her and eased the cock into Darla’s ass, she couldn’t remember doing it before, but she knew she had. As she thrust back and forth Faith’s hand went to Darla’s front.
"You’re wet you naughty slayer," she leant close as she said it, so she could feel Darla’s skin against her lips; it was also ready salty with sweat.
The only response from Darla was an unslayerlike cry of, "Fuck me harder."
Faith did so, rubbing Darla’s cunt as she did so. The juice slid against her palm, trickling down to the wrist. More came out with every push. Darla was moaning incoherently, Faith knew she was speaking, it just wasn’t in any language known to man; or to demons. The sense was clear though and Faith sped up, for some reason utterly determined to give pleasure to Darla.
The vampire/slayer suddenly shrieked an explosive cry, her hands gave way and she slammed against the mirror with a clunk, "Fuck! Fuck! That’s so good."
Faith pulled out the cock and rested her chin on Darla’s shoulder. Her hands moved up to lightly rub at the blonde’s titties.
"I love you Faith," murmured Darla. Faith was so shocked she didn’t reply. She couldn’t remember anyone ever saying those words to her; and it was something she’d forget.
"I love you Faith," Darla repeated. She obviously wanted a reply.
"I love you too," said Faith, part of her said it was a lie, but another part feared it was true.
*
"What about this?" Dawn picked the DVD off the shelf and passed it to Giles.
"Bad Boys get Punished," he read aloud. The cover had four men, one black, three white, wearing only posing pouches.
"Not my type of thing," Giles grinned back at his girlfriend, "I was thinking of something a little more watchable than gay porn."
"You can’t blame a girl for trying, hetro it is," Dawn gave the mischievous grin that turned Giles on so much and bent over the DVD racks, flicking through the adult films.
Giles started to put the DVD Dawn had given him back. He looked at the cover again. Below the title were the names of the stars, Wesley, Gunn, Angel and Spike. Typical porn names (with the exception of Wesley), but there was something about them that hit a flicker of recognition in the back of his mind. He stared at the cover again, trying to work out what it was.
"We can rent it if you want," grinned Dawn, she moved up next to him and put her arms round his waist, pulling his body against her bump.
Giles went red, "Er no, um, put it back will you?"
He handed the DVD to Dawn like it was a dead rat and bent over the adult section, quickly side-stepping so that he was by over the lesbian section. Perhaps before they’d gone into porn the four of them had been small mainstream actors, or perhaps he’d seen them in some heterosexual flick. It didn’t matter anyway… it wasn’t important.
*
Winifred Burkle, better known to her legions of admirers as ‘Fred’, sat down on the sun lounger and reached for the cocktail beside it. In the pool, her lover Cordelia Chase, was gracefully doing the breaststroke. Fred gazed at her, Cordelia was so beautiful and talented as well. Fred knew her own popularity was luck more than anything else, a chance encounter with a television producer had led a job as science correspondent on a local cable network. As she was easy on the eye, with a friendly Texan accent, she’d shot up the ranks until now, only in her late twenties she co-anchored one of the most popular news shows in the States. Of course her career hadn’t been harmed by coming out and being seen with Cordelia, who was quickly establishing herself as one of the hottest actresses around. On the other hand she mused, Cordelia being seeing with a newswoman, had hinted to hidden depths to the actresses’ personality suggesting she wasn’t just a bimbo.
The fact it helped their careers wasn’t the reason they were together, there were other more important reasons; the sex was wonderful, they enjoyed each others company, could make the other one laugh and were all in all happily in love.
"Penny for them," Cordelia’s voice jolted Fred back to the present. Cordelia arms were resting on the side of the pool.
"Just thinking about how lucky I am," Fred smiled back at her lover.
Cordelia’s arms tensed and she pulled herself out of the pool. Excess water flooded down her body and the tiny bikini top she was wearing struggled to remain in place, on one side giving up the unequal struggle and slipping down far enough to expose a nipple. Cordelia shook her hair, droplets of water shone in the sun and reached for her towel.
"Not as lucky as me," replied Cordelia, Fred felt a frisson of lust as Cordelia dried herself, the towel scraping between her thighs and massaging her girlfriend’s body.
"Arguable," said Fred. Putting down her drink she walked to behind Cordelia. The brunette’s skin was still damp as Fred pushed herself into Cordelia’s back. Her hands slipped round to Cordelia’s front and she slid a hand into the bikini bottoms, running her fingers over Cordelia’s smooth slit. There was a groan from Cordelia and she pushed her head back into Fred’s shoulder. With her spare hand Fred went under the bikini top, her palm rubbing round Cordelia’s erect nipple. She kissed and licked Cordelia’s throat, wiping away the water of the pool and replacing it with her own saliva.
"That’s good," murmured Cordelia. Fred gently guided her lover over to one of the sun loungers. Cordelia took the hint and lay on her back, allowing Fred to reach down and pull away the bikini bottoms. Cordelia began to play with herself as Fred stepped back a couple of feet, dropping first her robe and then her bikini to the floor. The naked newswoman moved onto Cordelia, straddling her so that their cunts were inches apart.
Transferring her hand Cordelia began to rub Fred’s labia with two of her fingers. This time it was Fred’s turn to let out a sound as the little sparkles of appreciation flooded down below. For a few seconds she just stretched and enjoyed the sensation then she reached out with two fingers began to rub at Cordelia, copying the brunettes action.
"Stick them in me," groaned Cordelia.
"You first," teased Fred.
There was no hesitation from Cordelia and she pushed her two fingers into Fred’s slot. Fred gasped as her girlfriend’s nails scraped across her bud, sending shivers of excitement through her. Again she waited a few seconds before sliding her fingers into Cordelia, the hole was damp and Fred could feel her lover’s cum start to coat her finger. Expertedly she found the bud and began to rub against it, sending moans through Cordelia’s body.
The two of them finger fucked in unison, gasping and groaning as they came closer to fruition. Juice seeped from their cunts to slide down Cordelia’s thighs and intermix. Fred could feel Cordelia shake as she started to cum, her girlfriend’s probes became more frenzied as she shrieked in orgasm. She barely stopped and continued to tickle at Fred. There was an explosion in Fred as the orgasm lifted her into a stratosphere of desire, she felt herself screaming in pleasure as the waves of excitement tore through her body.
For a few seconds they remained in place, breathing heavily and admiring each other’s bodies. Then Fred stood up, "I guess we better start getting ready for your party."
*
As the credits of Darla the Vampire Slayer rolled there was a giggle from Dawn. Joyce looked over; Dawn was sitting on Giles’ knee, her blouse partially unbuttoned and with his hand in there. The way her blouse was moving over her titties it was obvious that Giles was groping her pregnant daughter’s tits. The pair of them had libidos which were almost out of control thought Joyce. She’d noticed in the scene where Anna Popplewell, who was playing, Willow had dropped her robe and stepped into the shower with her girlfriend, that Dawn had suddenly sat up straight and giggled; at the time Giles hand seemed to be down the back of her panties. The two of them seemed willing to do it anywhere.
Joyce gave a small cough, when Giles had been away she’d had a talk with Dawn and Tara, "Dawn, about our conversation – have you spoken to Rupert yet?"
The only reply was a giggle from Dawn, but Giles looked up, "About the foursome? I’m in."
Like lightning Tara was on her feet, "I better get my strap-on," she said and rushed upstairs.
It didn’t take long for the others to get undressed. Joyce knelt in front of Giles and put her lips round his erect cock, beside her she could see Dawn licking at his ballsack. Giles groaned under the assault of the two women, especially as Joyce moved her tongue round his knob.
"Hey, I thought you were waiting for me?" Tara was standing with her hands on her hips, a grin on her face. She was naked apart from the strap-on wobbling between her legs.
Sliding back from Giles, Joyce wiped her mouth, "Sorry – couldn’t wait."
"Do we want to swap now?" asked Dawn, she rubbed her pregnant belly and got down on her hands and knees without waiting for an answer. There was a nod from the others. Tara took her strap-on in her hands and moved behind Dawn, whilst Giles sat on the seat gently rubbing at his large knob.
"Where do you want it?" asked Giles and Tara together.
"Up the ass," replied Joyce and Dawn together, they both giggled.
Joyce watched as her girlfriend extended a finger and drilled it into her daughter’s ass. She felt her cunt leak at the eroticism of it. She moved over to the sofa and sat on Giles lap, then she spread her legs as she felt his hands under her thigh. He lifted her as easily as if she was a feather. For a second she dangled above him, feeling the tip of his cock brush against her hole, then he lowered her down. The cock pushed into her and she let out a gasp of both pain and pleasure as she felt her insides expand and then contract. The dick, lubricated with her spit, fitted in snugly. She felt her buttocks bounce on Giles thighs and the full length of it went in.
For a few seconds they just sat there, watching as Tara removed her finger from Dawn and replaced it with a strap-on. As she began to bang the teenager, Joyce felt Giles lifting her up, before bringing her down with a bump. She gave another groan, not only did it feel so good within her, but watching Tara and Dawn was so hot. She moved her hand to her pussy and began to rub at it as Giles lifted her up and down.
Warm flushes of pleasure seeped through her body. Her ass felt it was on fire, but it was warming rather than burning, like a magical phoenix was flapping its wings. Her cunt was hot with her own ministrations. Joyce closed her eyes, hearing her own grunts intermingled with Giles pants and the squeals from Dawn and Tara. The warmth got more intense and she rammed her finger deeper in, hitting her bud in time with Giles bringing her down.
"Oohhhhh, aaarrghhhh," she screamed in orgasm. A waterfall of juice flew from her cunt to land on the floor just beside Dawn and Tara, neither of them paused or even seemed to notice, so engrossed were they in their own pleasure.
"I’m nearly there," grunted Giles. Half a minute later he let out a grunt and Joyce could feel his warm, sticky spunk filling her asshole. He lifted her up one more time and lowered her onto the seat, then he lay back and gasped for air. Joyce felt his sperm trickle back down her backhole and create a gooey mess on the sofa. She shifted slightly, rubbing it back into her skin.
"Yessss, yessss, yessss," screamed Dawn. Tara was whipping the dildo in and out of her ass like an express train. Tara hands had shifted from Dawn’s waist and were instead holding onto her enlarged belly. Both of them were covered in sweat and their hair was plastered to their faces as they humped back and forth. Seconds later Dawn let out an orgasmic scream and an exhausted Tara let her go and slumped to the floor.
For a few seconds Dawn remained on her hands and knees whimpering in post-orgasmic bliss. Then she sat just onto her knees and raised herself, "Rupert, let me clean you up."
Giles cock, sprang into attention as he got up and stood in front of Dawn. The teenager leaned forward, opening her mouth and taking it in. Joyce could see the bulge in her cheek get larger as she sucked at the cock. She watched then as Tara slid beneath Dawn’s legs and started to lick at the teenager’s exposed labia.
Not wanting to be left out Joyce slid of the seat and joined them. She marvelled that Giles cock, which only minutes earlier had been in her ass, was again erect and in her daughter’s mouth. He started to lick at the bit of the shaft that wasn’t ratcheting back and forth into Dawn. Sometimes her tongue hit Dawn and she could taste the salty sweat of her daughter, it added to the flavour of the spunk drenched cock.
"I’m cumming," said Giles. Joyce sat up and positioned herself close to dawn as Giles gave a few quick strokes of his cock. His semen came out in spurts of white, there seemed to be gallons of it as it drenched Dawn’s face. She had closed her eyes as it splattered against her, dripping down from her forehead, nose and lips. Joyce began to lap at her daughter’s face, licking in the white gooey liquid. On the other side Tara joined her. Giles had sat back down and watched as the two women cleaned first Dawn’s face and then licked away the excess that they hadn’t been quick enough to stop falling on her titties and belly.
"We’ll have to do this more often," Giles said. Joyce couldn’t help but agree.

*
Sipping a glass of wine Faith listed the reasons she felt uncomfortable. Firstly, she disliked wearing evening dresses, she was much more a jeans and T-shirt girl. Secondly, even if she had liked wearing them she was painfully aware that whilst the dresses were expensive for her and Darla in the midst of the well-heeled Hollywood elite they were definitely shabby. Thirdly, it came as a shock to anyone to not only find you were in a relationship with a psychotic vampire, but were also best friends with Sunnydale’s version of the Alexis Carrington. Fourthly, last time she’d seen Buffy the other Slayer hadn’t been her greatest fan and yet here she was bringing bought over by Cordelia.
"Faith," said Buffy, but instead of reaching for her neck as Faith had half-expected she leant forward and kissed her on both cheeks.
Cordelia waved her hand at Darla, "This Darla, Faith’s partner."
"Hi," Buffy smiled and repeated the kisses with her, "So nice to meet you."
"We’re such big fans of your books," trilled Darla, "I can’t believe you were all at school together."
There was a light laugh from Cordelia and Buffy, before Cordelia replied, "It’s strange. If you said at school I’d be an actress and Buffy a writer I think we’d have both laughed at you."
"Why?" asked Faith; okay she’d never had Buffy down as the writing type, she was more the all-action hero, but Cordelia had always wanted to be an actress. And the last she’d heard of the brunette, at least before she’d woken is this topsy-turvy world, she’d headed to Hollywood to fulfil her ambitions.
"Come on Faith," Cordelia looked at her strangely, "We were the class geeks, the ones who got straight As and wanted to win Pulitzer prizes. Buffy was the cheerleader, with her friend Willow. Can’t you remember how everyone lusted after them," she gave a laugh, "including us."
Buffy smiled, "I was a bit of a bitch back then. I think I’m much better now."
"Speaking off…er…old times," said Cordelia, "Do you ever see Willow anymore?"
"Haven’t seen her for years," Buffy replied, "I did hear she married Xander."
Faith blinked. Willow was a lesbian, she shouldn’t be getting married to a man, "Isn’t Willow gay?" she asked, even as she thought it might be better to keep her mouth shut, as she seemed already to be convincing people she was mad.
There was a snort of laughter from Cordelia and Buffy’s brow frowned in confusion as she said, "Willow Gay? I suppose it might explain her extreme homophobia, but no…"
"Geez, Faith, can’t you remember how much she bullied you when you came out. You wouldn’t even go to the Prom you were so scared of her," Cordelia patted her friend’s arm.
"Same thing happened with me," said Buffy, "I thought as we were friends she might accept I was a lesbian, but she cut me dead. We haven’t spoken since."
She suddenly looked round and gave a sigh, "Looks like Anya is being button-holed by Christian Slater, I better go rescue her," she turned back to Faith and Darla, "Let’s do lunch sometime. I’ll call."
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