Buffy The Vampire Slayer Fan Fiction ❯ BTVS: Season Pokegirl ❯ Chapter 3 Samurai Vs Slayer ( Chapter 3 )

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Season Pokegirl.

 

Episode 1, Welcome to the Wildlife.

 

"DANGER! DANGER! WILL ROBINSON!"

 

Disclaimer: This is a piece of ADULT fiction. Its contents should be viewed as such and only read by people deemed legally adults by their communities. This story features violence and sexual situations and should be considered Adult material.

 

Metroanime first penned the Pokegirl Universe in his fic Wild Horses and Pokegirl's and it has since been explored by many other great authors I claim nothing. BTVS is the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy I still claim nothing.

 

A/N. This is my first go at a writing a Lemon scene and real effort at writing Hand to Hand combat, so please be gentle. On the other hand if it sucks donkey balls would someone please tell me! Otherwise I'll just carry on blissfully thinking its great and never improve.

 

 

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WARNING THIS TIME ITS FOR REAL FOLKS, THE EARLIER WARMINGS WERE EITHER FOR THE STARY AS A WHOLE OR FOR GOOD OLD FASHION VIOLENCE! THIS TIME IT'S ADULT SITUATIONS OF A SEXUAL NATURAL YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. A/N Oh don't skip the whole chap if you were planning to, there's a cool fight before things get kinky just pay attention to the headings. Lemon scent is naughty but not really getting into things straight out lemon later on is what you want to be worried about.

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Chapter 3, Slayer Vs Samurai.

 

Ruins of Initiative Complex, Hard Pass, thirty miles north of Triennia Town, Triennia Province, Mountain League, Near the border to Edo. (Lemon Scent ahead, I mean it this time)

 

Buffy Summers Now.

 

Buffy spun to see a woman holding a large pointy sword running straight towards her. The Sunnydale veteran blinked, the woman charging towards her was dressed up in Samurai armor, even had the Darth Vader hat and everything, although hers was open faced, it wasn't quite what Buffy had been expecting.

 

The Slayer frowned studying this new enemy, Demon? Whoever she was, she was favoring her right side, and seemed to be in pain, but there was no mistaking the blank concentrated look on her face and the way she held her sword, she meant business. Despite looking like she was injured and her silent rushing charge, the Katana was held rock steady, the razor sharp, slightly curved point aimed right at Buffy's heart.

 

Buffy's eyes went flat, and the Slayer hissed between her teeth, a grin slowly stretched across Buffy's face, it wasn't a nice grin. Buffy was starting to feel just how incredibly angry she really was, the Slayer had been distracted by the need to escape and save her friends, but this whole set up was really pushing her buttons! They'd come into her house! Mom? Dawn? She hadn't seen any sign of them, or the any of the others, now here was something she could vent on, make pay a little.

 

She raced forward to intercept this latest Demon. She didn't have time to mess around just hurt the new demon a whole lot before the Slayer put it down permanently. She'd almost got Tara free and hopefully her Wiccan friend could manage the rest herself. But Willow was still trapped and this whole place had a beaten, wreaked feel to it. Buffy wasn't keen on hanging around to long; she half expected the roof to come down on them any minute.

 

The two warriors closed on each other in seconds. Buffy matched the others speed at first, she wanted this battle over with soonest. With only three steps to go, Buffy accelerated into a blur. Her left hand slapped out, the flat of her hand knocking the sword out of line with her chest, before sliding down the blade pushing it wide.

 

Buffy had a spit second to see the woman's blue eyes widen in shock, before the Slayer spun inside the Samurai's guard.

 

The Slayers naked back slammed into the taller woman's armor and she heard the Samurai's grunt sharply as the two smashed together. The crash was brutal, both women had been running, but the Samurai was taller, heavier and was wearing armor given her extra mass. The smaller Slayer felt the shock right through her body. But Buffy had been ready for it, and had her feet properly braced, the taller woman folded, crumpling over, but impressively enough managed to keep her balance. Buffy snaked her left hand around the sword's guard and grabbed hold of the hilt, her right hand darting over to join it before the Samurai could react. With both hands on the Katana's hilt, the Slayer jerked and twisted, reversing the sword until the Samurai couldn't keep hold of it anymore.

 

The Katana's blade slipped up under Buffy's left arm and she slammed it backwards, piecing armor and cutting flesh. Amazingly, the Samurai's left hand darted down to clamp tight around the blade, stopping its plunge into her body.

 

The two stood there for a long moment. The Slayer her back to her enemy both hands around the hilt of the long sword, straining to force its blade backwards and further into the Samurai's body. The Samurai woman awkwardly hunched forward, her hand in a death grip around the blade of the sword, her gauntlet cracking under the strain.

 

Buffy's muscles tensed ready to plunge the blade back, running the Samurai through, determined grip or no determined grip, when she heard the woman's second blade sliding free from its sheath. The Slayer had wondered what she was doing with her right hand.

 

Buffy's leg snapped straight up, catching the Samurai across the face with her shin, sending her staggering back. The helmet caught most of the blow so it didn't hurt her much, but the taller woman's stabbing wakizashi (1) went wide and overall Buffy gave herself the win for the exchange. The Samurai didn't have the cool sword anymore, and she had a wicked hole in her belly that was bleeding badly.

 

Buffy turned on one leg and lashed out, catching the staggering Samurai with a powerful sidekick. Her bare foot ramming into the woman's armored stomach right over the bloody wound, sending her catapulting back.

 

The flying Samurai crashed to ground, skidding and sliding an extra five meters, her armor grating on the concrete floor, before coming to rest against the broken wall of the crushed looking building in the center of the room.

 

"Sam! What the in Sukebe's name! Are you alright!" Another woman popped her head out of one of the crumpled building's gaping windows. This one in medieval plate armor? What was this? Some kind of weird Demon re-enactors convention.

 

The Samurai levered herself up off the ground and slowly climbed to her feet.

 

"Have you got through to them yet." The woman in ancient Japanese armor asked, Sam apparently her name was, her voice was low and ragged but carried easily.

 

"Nearly, but then I saw you getting your ass kicked, thought I'd better check in with you." The other one answered.

 

Buffy watched the whole exchange as she cautiously approached; her new Katana gripped easily in one hand. Seeing that they seemed a bit pre-occupied with their conversation, she risked a quick look over her shoulder and was relieved to see Tara had gotten out of her Pod and was working on freeing Willow.

 

"Well you thought wrong! Get to Gates and Miller, let out Paula and Alison, that's your job. I'll take care of these, leftovers." Sam the Samurai reached up and started unlatching her battered and lopsided helmet.

 

The other woman looked a little dubious, but all she did was nod sharply and disappear back into the building.

 

"So Sam is it? You're going to take care of us leftovers?" Buffy asked flourishing her new sword. Feeling for the balance.

 

The Samurai gave Buffy a flat look, her eyes on the sword. "Don't flatter yourself squishy you got lucky." Sam pulled her mangled helmet off and threw it aside.

 

"Squishy?" Buffy mouthed the strange insult, raising an eyebrow. Before she could continue her verbal assault the armored woman made a strange, almost ritualized motion crossing her arms over her chest. With a faint shimmer a new sword appeared in each hand.

 

"I will take my blade back from your corpse, before you can dishonor it." The Samurai vowed and brought her two summoned Katana's up into an offensive position.

 

"Neat trick." Buffy muttered, watching the advancing woman intently, bring her own sword forward into a high guard the point centered on the others eyes.

 

The two closed and Sam slashed out with her right hand blade, as Buffy moved to block the razor sharp steel, the Samurai slashed forward with her left.

 

The Pokegirl's head snapped back as a snap kick she hadn't even see coming, slammed into her face.

 

Buffy charged. The Samurai blocked blow after blow as she stumbled back, trying to get her feet set under herself. Her balance completely shot it was all Sam could do to block the deadly blade darting towards her.

 

"DRAGON DANCE!"(2) Buffy skipped back a step as Sam suddenly glowed; a gold aura briefly covered the Samurai's body before winking out.

 

Buffy's eye's shot open wide as the woman sprinted forwards easily twice the speed she'd been moving before. Now the Slayer was on the defensive, her arm blurred, her sword darting left to right, as she struggled to block the seemingly dozens of swords that slashed at her from every direction.

 

A red line drew itself across Buffy's right thigh and began to bleed; another appeared on the left side of her face tracing up from her jaw, stopping barely a centimeter from her left eye. The Slayer was only just making her parry's, half the time needing to slip her whole body out from under the Samurai's blade, or else suffer a stinging kiss from the slashing steel.

 

It was however the Slayer who was grinning and the Samurai who was looking more and more frustrated and beginning to worry.

 

Sam could feel her Dragon Dance beginning to fade and she still hadn't put this bitch down! What really pissed her off and was starting to concern the Samurai, was that when they'd squared off she'd seen how the short blonde had moved and held the Katana. Sam could see that she didn't know a thing about the true art of the blade! Oh sure Sam could see some skill, a little knowledge, some training in the way the other female had moved. But if the Samurai had to guess she would have said that the blonde had been trained in western styles and would have been more of a threat with a classic Longsword, or a broadsword one like Rose's favorite weapon. The Samurai would have sworn that her opponent had never seriously touched a Katana before. That was why she'd gone for such a cheap shot like the double slash. Planning to take down this bitch who'd dared take her sword quick, so she could mop up the two others she could see scurrying about the containment pods behind her.

 

It hadn't worked and she'd been forced to pull a Dragon Dance just to regain the offensive, when she'd planned on redeeming her stolen blade by beating the bitch with pure skill. Now they'd mixed it up and the short blonde (a bottle blonde at that! the drapes did not match the curtains) was holding her own against the Samurai's Dragon Dance. More than that, she was getting better! When she first dashed forward in Dragon Dance she'd nearly had her, now she matching her twin swords blow for blow!

 

Growling the Samurai started a new combination of high, low cuts designed to force her opponent after a series of strikes to block high leaving her stomach open for a disemboweling stroke. As far as the Samurai knew, after twenty years studying her art Slicer, Ronin and Samurai there was no counter, but Sam just knew the bitch would come up with something, she just hoped she'd get a piece of the midget in the process!

 

Buffy watched the Samurai's blades, blocking a cut to her chest then to her knees, whipping the sword high the Slayer caught the next predictable slash at her throat. Buffy slipped her right leg back a foot, crouching slightly to catch the next slash driving for her shin. Then had to jerk her head back to avoid the blade swinging up to decapitate her. The Slayer could already see the next strike in her minds eye. As the Samurai left hand blade stabbed forward to pin Buffy's extended right foot to the concrete floor the Slayer moved into the expected counter slashing the sword in a blurring arc infront of her body, just in time to knock the Samurai's blade aside. Leaving her sword pointing straight down and almost impossibly out of place to stop the next cut at head level, this one aimed squarely at Buffy's eyes.

 

This wasn't the end game though, the Slayer could tell by the Samurai's body language. Her enemy fully expected her to block or avoid this attack, it would be the next one aimed low again, that supposed to be the killer. Her sword point almost touching the ground, the shielding length of steel dead. All the momentum Buffy could have used to flick the blade high again in time to block the next attack, absorbed in the clash with the Samurai's blade. The grinning Slayer looked into Sam's eyes and let her triumph show, a split second before she made her move.

 

Sam blanched as she saw the predator about to pounce looking out the eyes of the blonde, but she was committed, she'd set up the attack and even now could see no way for her enemy to avoid it. Pushing all her speed and all her strength into it, the Samurai let the fading seconds of the Dragon Dance speed her arms, almost touching the speed of sound. Her right hand blade streaking forward as her left pulled up and to the side ready for the final cut, Sam put her doubts aside and put all her will into the move!

 

The Slayer opened her hands. Letting the sword drop, snapping her slightly bent right leg straight, Buffy used the extra force to drive herself forward, slipping between the Samurai's wide blades.

 

Sam watched in disbelief as the sword started to drop. Her eyes, against her will followed the falling weapon; it was only a split second, less! But for that inconsequential amount of time she took her focus was off of her enemy. A shock ran through the Samurai's body, her right hand blurring forward stopped as if she'd slammed it into a wall. With a meaty smack! her wrist was caught in a vice like grip, stopping all the power of her attack cold. Before she could react her left wrist was caught as well.

 

Buffy tightened her grip on the larger woman's arms and before the Samurai could even think of resisting pulled them wide!

 

Crack! Buffy's forehead slammed forward pulping the Samurais nose and snapping her head back! Sam was catapulted backwards her face a mask of blood and agony but the Slayer didn't release her hold. Dragging the dazed Samurai back to meet her headbutt again and again!

 

Pain blazed through Sam the knifing agony from her shattered face destroying her scrambled plans for escape before she'd even finished devising them. Desperately, as she rocked back again from another punishing blow, the Samurai tried to twist her hand to bring a sword around. To at least threaten to cut this monster that had her in its grasp, hoping to force some slackening on the crushing grip around her arm, to give her some hope of escape. The slack fingers of her hand twitched and Sam eyes widened in horror, as she felt nothing in her hands she'd dropped her swords! It was perhaps the best thing that could have happened to the Samurai. Not that she'd think of it that way, but the bone deep abhorrence Sam felt at the realization that she'd dropped her swords, that she'd dishonored her blades again! The idea raged through her mind and managed to clear her thoughts of pain for a second, as the Slayer was reeling her in again for another devastating blow.

 

"Guard." (3) Voice slurred and broken, but Sam managed to concentrate enough to activate her Weapon Guard effect and this time the Slayers headbutt met a glowing blue shield instead of Sam's already abused nose!

 

The Weapon Guard shield snapped into place and the two combatants were flung away from each other. Being thrown ten meters through the air and having been caught completely by surprise Buffy barely managed to keep her feet and staggered back another couple of steps before she caught her balance. The battered and bloody Samurai went down in a heap, but Sam wasn't even paying attention to her body, her full focus was centered inside her head, as she struggled to pull her frayed power together.

 

Normally the idea behind weapon guard would be to get a hit in while your opponent was distracted, but Sam doubted she could even stand in the state she was in, and had no chance of landing a telling blow! As Buffy settled herself and raced forward running to reclaim her sword or just pummel the Samurai into paste she watched a little bemusedly as Sam pulled herself up into a sitting position.

 

"Focus Energy!" (4) Sam felt her power raise and focus to a knife-edge, to the point where she could power her higher level special moves.

 

"Heal!" (5) Her only healing move and one she'd never had enough control over to use on anybody but herself. Sam felt the pain drain away from her battered face and the other injures covering her body, absently the Samurai reached up and with a crunch twisted her nose back into place as the flesh nit itself back together around it.

 

As Buffy reached their last battleground and scooped up her sword again the two other dropped Katana's faded away. Only to reappear held loosely in the Samurai's hands, as the armored woman sprang confidently to back her feet, showing no sign of the beating the Slayer had just given her. Then only sign she been hurt was blood on her face, which Sam casually wiped away with the back of her hand.

 

"No way!" Buffy knew her opponents, like only someone who'd been through a hundred life and death battles could, and she knew that the Samurai had been on her last legs, but now she wasn't showing the least little injury! "That's is so cheating!"

 

"Shut up!" Sam hissed. Her honor was burning with shame at having to resort to such methods, but she was Samurai! She had to put the will of her master above her own honor! Sam gathered what remained of her power after the Heal had run its course, and pushed it into her swords, her eyes locked on her enemy.

 

"SLASH WAVE!" (6) With a double slash across her body the Samurai released her best ranged attack, two glowing lines of Ki sprang from her blades and rocketed towards a very surprised Slayer.

 

"Oh Crap!" Buffy whipped her sword up in time to block the twin lines of blue fire and threw herself backwards hoping to lessen the blow, but the energy slammed into her like an express train and the Slayer was blasted back tumbling across the caverns floor. Buffy did her best insect on a windshield impression by splating spread-eagled into the cavern wall, a good forty meters from where she'd started. With a groan the Slayer slid down the wall and crumpled to the floor.

 

Barely conscious Buffy heard screams of `Buffy!' the voices sounded familiar but right now the Slayer needed someway to stop the pretty little birdies chirping so loudly as they flew around her head, she'd just think familiar voices in a minute.

 

Sam watched her attack land and was rather surprised to see the blonde get blasted away. The last time she'd used that attack her opponent had stood there for a second, with a shocked look on her face, before the Slutton toppled over cut neatly into four separate pieces. Sam watched as her target smashed into the far wall, with a frown. She was going to have to finish it with her swords. Before she could take a step a chorus of shouts interrupted the Samurai.

 

"Buffy!" Jerking her head around Sam watched as two more naked women, the same she'd seen earlier, race over and knee beside her enemy. Well this was better now she could finish them all off! But Buffy? Not the name the Samurai would have expected. Moving at a trot Sam brought her swords up and charged.

 

"Sam!" Again Sam jerked to a stop, this time looking behind her, Sam saw Alison, Graham Millers Ivywhore jogging towards her.

 

"Sam! Rose and Paula have started on the circle. Rose sent me out to give you a hand, though it looks like you have everything under control." The plant type told Sam as she ran up beside her.

 

"Yeah." Sam grimaced, thinking that two minutes ago, she'd been getting her ass handed to her.

 

Forty Meters away with Buffy, Willow and Tara.

 

"She's alright, just had the wind knocked out of her and a few cuts." Willow declared. She was crouched down next to Buffy's sprawled form anxiously running her hands over her friend's body, looking injuries.

 

"Um Willow?" Tara voice was trembling, which brought Willows head up in a snap.

 

"Tara?" Willow asked, but she was already looking where Tara was looking and saw what had spooked her girlfriend, the Redhead scrambled to her feet.

 

"They're coming!" Tara told her as Willow moved next to her, the two girls watched as the Samurai that had been fighting Buffy was joined by another demon, this one green.

 

Willow stood next to her girlfriend, then after a second took a step forward, putting herself between the two charging demons and her loved ones. Willows mind raced franticly, what could she do? The few spells she and Tara had worked on seemed puny compared to a power that could throw the Slayer across a football pitch. Thinking through her distressingly small arsenal of spells Willow's train of thought derailed spectacularly, leaving the redheaded Witch blinking in amazement. What the hell was that? Without really thinking about what she was doing, still looking at what she'd found in her head in confusion the Witch raised her right arm until the palm of her hand was pointed at the two charging woman!

 

"Mystic Bolt!"(7) With a flash, and a feeling of a slight energy drain, a bolt of red energy straight from SCI/FI special effects shot from Willows hand. Leaping across the cavern floor the red bolt smashed into the two attacking demons, knocking the green skinned one into the other smashing them both off there feet.

 

"What! Willow?" Tara stared at her girlfriend in shock, they'd been practicing magic together for months, and she'd never seen anything like that! "Where did learn that?"

 

"I don't know! I was trying to remember how close the target has to be for `Thicken" to work and it was just there! Right next to all the other spell we've practiced." Willow was just as shocked as her girlfriend.

 

Tara gave Willow a look equal parts confused and worried, generally speaking having knowledge just pop into your mind was hardly ever a good thing. But looking at the two demons, that were getting back to their feet not looking that damaged by Willows spell, but definitely looking more than a bit pissed off Tara thought now was not a good time to look gift horses in there mouths. Tara turned her own attention inward and started cataloging the spells she knew, both hopeful and fearful of what she might find.

 

"That was so cool Willow! Can you do it again?" The voice coming from behind her caught Willow by surprise But the Hacker was smiling happily as she glanced at the source, hurriedly looking back at the advancing enemy, but glad to see Buffy levering herself to her feet. Using the dropped sword to pull herself up with.

 

"Buffy are you alright?" Willow aimed her palm again this time bracing her right wrist with her left hand "I think so but it didn't seem to hurt them much." Willow muttered not letting the Slayer answer her question already focused on her magic again.

 

"Knocking downs a good place to start Willow, leave the hurting part to me." Buffy stood a little unsteadily, but was quickly getting her balance back, after her short trip to LaLa land.

 

"Mystic Bolt!" Again the bolt of energy shot forward, but this time the two demons were ready for it, they both dived to the ground and quickly sprung back to their feet as the bolt slashed through the air harmlessly above them.

 

"Damn it, let me try again! Mystic Bolt!" The Samurai didn't duck this time, but whipped her right hand blade forward and cut the red energy bolt out of the air before it could strike ether of the attacking demons. Willow stared nearly ready to burst into tears, here she was with a cool new power, ready to save everybody and the stupid demon just swatted it away like it was nothing!

 

"Good try Willow, guess we'll have to do this the old fashion way." Buffy started walking towards the demons. They had covered half the distance between the two groups; normally the Slayer would have counter charged, cutting the attackers off further away from her friends. But Buffy felt the need to conserve her energy, and if they were close maybe Willow could snipe at them with her spell?

 

"Artemis' Bow!"(8) The powerful shout caught everybody but the speaker by surprise. The glowing white arrow that streaked between Buffy and Willow crossed the twenty meters separating the two groups in an instant to exploded on the Samurai's armored chest, blowing the woman off her feet and throwing her limp body tumbling to the ground, that was an eye-opener as well.

 

"Tara!" Willow and Buffy spoke in shocked unison, turning to face the blonde Witch. Tara was just relaxing from an archer's stance, letting her arms drop to her sides Tara blushed at the incredulous stares directed her way.

 

"Like you said Willow, it was just there with all my other spells." Tara said ducking her head slightly.

 

Buffy could only spare a second to glance at Tara, but she smiled at the other girl.

 

"You guys zap her if you can. I'm going to make sure she doesn't get near you!" Buffy felt energized by the sudden turn of the battle. Swinging the sword sharply making it sing in the air the Slayer started forward again. The Samurai wasn't quite out of it Buffy saw, the woman was slowly and painfully climbing to her feet. The green skinned demon woman had slowed her advance, now only ten meters separated her from Buffy they both moved forward carefully.

 

"That was amazing Tara!" Buffy ignored her friends talking behind her, keeping her attention on the twin threats infront.

 

"Samantha return!" A red beam arrowed across the room and seemed to suck the Samurai armored woman into itself, before snapping back to its origin. Buffy searched frantically for the source and spotted the second armored woman, the one that hadn't joined the battle, crouched in the ruins of the metal building that stood in the center of the cavern. She was putting a small red and white ball in a knapsack she wore hooked over one shoulder, and making a hard job of it. It looked to Buffy's experienced eye as if her arm was broken.

 

Before Buffy could decide if this new player was a threat or not she had put the red and white ball away and turned her attention to the plant demon woman.

 

"Alison! Splash the whole lab with an overpowered Super Lust Dust attack, we are out of here!" The woman, done up like a knight from the round table ordered.

 

The green skinned plant demon facing Buffy, Alison apparently looked over her shoulder. "Yes Rose!" Then she started to glow!

 

The Slayer growled, she'd had more than enough of these woman and their stupid glowy attacks.

 

"Stop her! What ever it is we don't want any!" Buffy shouted and started sprinting forward, sword held at the ready.

 

Her order wasn't needed Buffy saw, as she ran for the plant woman she could see out the corner of her eye that her Witches were already acting. Willow was powering up for a barrage of those red bolts she'd been throwing around and Tara was re-taking her archer's stance.

 

Buffy had seen both attacks in the last few minutes and knew they were incredibly effective, especially Tara's arrows. There seemed to be a lot less prep time involved with the new spells, making them a lot more useful in a fight. Buffy was more than a bit impressed. The two Witches had improved amazingly in the two months since the Slayer had last seen them work magic.

 

Willow stood facing the green woman the palms of her hands flat forward, like she was making a double stop signal. From the center of each palm a red spark appeared, they quickly grew into two distinct pieces, until it looked like Willow had two red balls stuck to her hands.

 

Tara was pantomiming drawing an arrow on an imaginary bow, an imaginary bow and arrow that flickered to ghostly life as she completed the motion.

 

Buffy was still a good five meters away when the plant demon arched her back threw her arms wide and screamed.

 

"Super Lust Dust!" (9a) The bulb set in the middle of the demons back pulsed once then split open, sending a torrent of tiny specks spinning up into the air.

 

Less than a second later Willow and Tara called out the names of their attacks.

 

"Mystic Bolts!" In a blink of an eye the two red darts that Willow had created snapped across the fifteen meters separating the redhead from her target.

 

"Artemis' Bow!" The fiery glaringly white arrow that Tara had summoned streaked forward eating up the distance, overtaking Willows energy bolts and bearing down on the flatfooted demon. The plant demon had dodged Willows attack before, but this time she'd been too focused on her own move.

 

The red energy bolts and brilliant white arrow struck the green demon almost at the same instant, slamming her backwards and enveloping her in a violent explosion. The green demon tumbled to the ground in a smoking heap. One arm clutching at the ground started to push her upright before she sighed and flopped down into unconsciousness. Before the closing Buffy could reach the demon to finish it off another red beam lashed across the room and scooped her up.

 

"Alison return!" The armor clad woman shouted.

 

Buffy growled and turned towards the reject from the round table, the woman was seriously starting to piss the Slayer off. This time she wasn't bothering to put the red and white ball away, she just took a step backwards and shouted. "Paula! Get us out of here!"

 

Locking eyes with Buffy, Rose smiled smugly. "If you and your sluts manage to get out of here alive bitch, look me up! I'm Rose, the Armsmistress and for every little scratch you put on Sam, I'm going to brake one of your bones!"

 

There was a flare a light from behind the Armsmistress and the woman faded away; Buffy could actually see her become transparent before disappearing.

 

"Great now the demons think their Star Fleet." Buffy muttered. Looking around the Slayer watched the millions or possibly billions of tiny specks shot up out of sight. Before she could stop herself Buffy had already breathed in a lung full of the glittering pollen, coughing the Slayer blinked owlishly. The incredible sweet taste filled her mouth at the same time as the sudden stuffed feeling filled her mind, making it hard to concentrate. Buffy shook the sudden dizzy spell off; the Slayer turned back looking for her Witches.

 

"Willow, Tara are you two OK?" The Slayer shouted seeing the two figures making they're way towards her in the darkened cavern.

 

"We're good Buffy." Tara called. As the two Witches closed the distance Buffy was starting to get an odd feeling, the two girls just looked off somehow. But in the dark, even Buffy's Slayer night vision couldn't pick out enough details to see what was wrong.

 

"How are you Buffy? Are you all right?" Willow asked.

 

"A bit battered and bruised but good, that Samurai chick was no push over, but I was coming out on top before she cheated, with you two super Witches on my side we could have taken her and her green friend." Buffy answered.

 

The three friends met up near the cavern wall, in a relatively clear area not far from the Pods where they'd first found themselves trapped. An overhead emergency light had somehow survived the general destruction. And for the first time Buffy got the chance to get a really good look at her friends, without someone trying to kill her to distract her from the details.

 

"Holy crap! What happened to you two?" Buffy shouted as Tara and Willow stepped into the light.

 

The Wiccan lovers both flinched in surprise at Buffy's sudden shout, then their jaws dropped as they looked at each other.

 

The somewhat height challenged Slayer had instantly noticed that both girls had gained a few inches. Willow had grown from 5' 3 " to 5' 4" while Tara had sprouted an extra two from 5' 5" too nearly 5' 7". They'd also seemed to been visited by the bosom fairy, each going up a cup size at least. Willow going from B-cup to C and Tara's large C-cups might now rate as D's or even double D's, but rather than looking top heavy the blonde Witch had gained a bit of extra width to her shoulders, combined with her new height she easily carried the extra bust size. Both girls now sported smooth rounded bodies not much different from before but at few extra touches meant that their figures would now put a lot of super models to shame. Willows hair had remained mostly the same as before, but Tara's seemed to have spent the day at a top Hollywood salon, the slightly dishwater blonde was now a warm gold that Buffy couldn't help but envy, while the dull brown highlights now resembled the richest dark chocolate.

 

The two Witches stared at each other dumb struck as they cataloged the changes.

 

"What did they do to us?" Willow cried

 

"I don't know Willow but we'll find out." Buffy said trying to reassure her friend, but she was distracted. The fuzzy feeling was coming back with a vengeance and suddenly the world appeared to the Slayer as if through a layer of cotton wool, she was finding the oddest things completely captivating.

 

Like Willows hair.

 

"We'll fix it." Buffy murmured the Slayer was speaking on autopilot, her eyes glazing over.

 

Buffy lent the Katana she'd been holding against a busted piece of lab equipment and drifted as if drawn by a magnet over to her friends. The Slayer reached out and gently ran her fingers through Willows fiery red hair, captivated by the incredible color and soft silky feel.

 

Willow squeaked when she felt somebody's hand slip into her hair and twine the their fingers through it. Since she was facing Tara she knew it couldn't be her girlfriend and that only left one other candidate. Turning the Hacker found Buffy standing very, very close to her staring intently at strands of hair that she was running through her fingers.

 

"Buffy!" The surprised girl gasped. "What are you doing?"

 

"So smooth." That wasn't exactly the informative answer the redhead was hoping for. Willow cast a rather desperate look of appeal to Tara who was standing a few feet away watching with a dumbfounded expression on her face. The blonde Wiccan was getting worried, well more worried. The whole situation, since they'd arrived sucked, and that last demons attack `Super Lust Dust', that sounded ominous, and now Buffy was acting strange.

 

Unseen by the two Witches the powdery dust that had been launched to the ceiling was slowly drifting back down, perfuming the air and covering all three girls in a fine sprinkling of the tiny particles. Buffy, who could see them, didn't care. She'd been too close to the original attack and had caught a face full of the supercharged aphrodisiac, her Slayer constitution had protected her for a minute but the dust was rapidly having its affect on her. If anything it was hitting that much harder, because she'd fought it off for a moment.

 

Tara watched as Buffy twisted her fingers through Willows hair, while Willow tried to get her to let go, without actually doing anything, for fear of hurting the Slayers feelings, the strategy wasn't working very well.

 

"Buffy are you OK?" Tara asked tentatively.

 

The Slayer's gaze jerked from where she'd been staring dreamily at Willows new improved bust and locked onto Tara.

 

"Oh Tara, your gorgeous!" Buffy's voice was slurred slightly and her eyes had a glazed look about them. She released her hand full of red hair, but before Willow could escape Buffy had slipped a possessive arm around her waist and was firmly pulling her along, as Buffy stalked toward the suddenly nervous Tara. The Slayers free hand reaching out like a greedy child's. Tara stood undecided bouncing nervously on her toes, should she stay away from Buffy until she could work out what to do? Should she go to her friends and try to help? The blonde Witch took a second too long to make up her mind. Buffy, Willow still held firmly to her side, walked straight up to Tara and wrapped her free arm around the taller girl, burying her face in the cascade of blonde locks covering the nape of Tara's neck and inhaling deeply.

 

"Oh God Tara, you smell heavenly." The Slayer moaned.

 

"Buffy." The shocked Wicca squealed as she felt Buffy's incredibly strong arm snake around her hips, and pull her firmly but gently into the Slayers embrace. Tara tried to squirm free, adding her own ineffectual efforts to Willows, but it was no use. Both girls were caught.

 

Buffy held the two weakly struggling Witches easily, as they tried to wiggle out of her grasp. The enthusiastic Slayer alternated between the blonde and the redhead, burying her nose in their hair and breathing deeply, getting drunk on the incredibly appealing scents of her two friends.

 

"Buffy stop it." Willows voice lacked any real urgency and could easily have been labeled a sexy moan as a cry of protest. All three girls were now well and truly feeling the affects of the Lust Dust, nipples were hard and pussy's heating up.

 

"No, don't!" Tara whimpered unconvincingly.

 

Buffy's lust fogged mind knew she'd heard sexier things, but for the life of her the Slayer couldn't think of one that came close to Tara's gentle cry as she ran one teasing finger up and down the beautiful blondes softly curved back.

 

Buffy's mind whirled. She'd always thought Willow was beautiful and Tara was lovely, but before this moment she could count the number of times she'd seen a girls body, usually Faiths, as erotic on the fingers of one hand. Now she couldn't get enough. The curves of Tara's breasts and hips seemed like sex incarnate, the lines of Willows long neck begged to be touched and kissed. Even the sight of the redheads delicate little fingers sent the blood racing through the Slayers veins.

 

Soon touching wasn't enough, smelling wasn't enough! The temptation to go further was irresistible. The Slayer caught the scent of the two suddenly aroused Witches and her senses caught on fire. Buffy mouth watered to taste Willows hard pointy little nipples and right at this moment, Buffy had the willpower of a wet noodle when it came to resisting temptation.

 

The tiny blonde's head darted forward and her lips locked around one of Willows succulent nubs, the Slayer squeezed the two Witches even closer against her body. Willow gasped as Buffy's eager mouth latched onto one of her tingling breasts, her back arcing as an erotic thrill raced through her body, sending urgent signals of need straight to her already moist pussy.

 

Like a switch had been thrown the three girls were all over each over, Tara and Willow were kissing like there was no tomorrow. Three pairs of hands explored wherever they could reach. Unnoticed they dropped to their knees and it was Buffy and Tara who were passionately trying to devour each other's lips, while Willow nursed on Tara's heaving breasts.

 

With a high pitched sigh, one part resignation, one part distress and eight parts eager anticipation, the three Sunnydale girls toppled over onto the concrete floor, collapsing into a withering mass of stroking and fondling arms, legs, feet and hands.

 

Crimson League, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.

 

Patricia the NurseJoy started in surprise as the emergency teleport alarm sounded. Quickly the pink haired girl was running down the hospitals main corridor. Sprinting past reception, she was joined by her friend Jody, a Witch both Pokegirl's were on call for emergency arrivals. The two girls pelted along and lunged into a room down the end of the corridor and skidded to a halt making sure that no part of their bodies was crossing over into the massive pentagram that was carved into the room's floor.

 

There was a flash of light and magic traced the lines of the mystic design craved into the stone floor, a dome of crackling energy flared into life and the two Pokegirl's could see people slowly faded into sight. Two standing with six others laid out on the ground.

 

With a snap! The magic disappeared leaving, eight casualties for Patricia to triage. As she bustled forward the NurseJoy saw one of the standing figures start to crumple and hurried to catch her before she did herself more damage. With surprise Patricia recognized her as an Armsmistress, they rarely got so tough a fighting breed at St. Mungo's. Patricia grunted as she caught the weight of the Pokegirl plus her heavy armor, but NurseJoy's were stronger than they looked and she managed to gently ease the big woman to the floor.

 

"Can you tell me what happened?" Patricia asked in concern. "The Doctors will be here soon but any info."

 

The Armsmistress cut her off, in obvious pain she made an effort to speak slowly and clearly.

 

"This is a TT affair do you understand?" The big Pokegirl asked.

 

The NurseJoy's blinked in surprise, what?

 

"No what do you." Again Patricia was cut off.

 

"Yes I understand." Jody the Witch said from behind her. Patricia suddenly shuddered, she didn't think she'd ever heard the normally happy go luck magic type Pokegirl speak so coldly. The NurseJoy turned to look at her friend and watched uncomprehendingly as the Witch pulled a wand from within her robes, not the normal blue one she used for healing spells.

 

"Sorry Patty, orders." The black wand in the Witches hand flashed and Patricia the NurseJoy knew no more.

 

Ruins Initiative Complex, Hard Pass, thirty miles north of Triennia Town, Triennia Province, Mountain League, Near the border to Edo. (Lemon ahead)

 

The once pristine Initiative Lab was a wreck, unrecognizable twisted metal and half-melted plastic lay strewn across the scared floor, and the walls were gouged from Pokegirl attacks gone wide or blackened from exploding equipment. The remains of the control room was a crumpled mess in the centre of the room. A few broken wires spat fitful sparks and the broken fragments of the Energy Crystals pulsed sullenly where they'd fallen.

 

A few widely spaced spots remained clear of debris; it was here that the kidnapped visitors from another universe had settled when the Ivywhore's final attack had hit home. Buffy, Willow and Tara had ended up in a clear area protected from the ravages of battle and the disastrous experiment by a fallen support beam.

 

The raging passion caused by the Lust Dust still burned in the already beaten and bruised minds of the Scoobies. The shock of being dragged from their home universe, stuffed in little boxes; that had then proceeded to explode around them, followed by a fierce battle, had left the shaken Sunnydale residents little left with to resist the powerful attack.

 

Buffy was perhaps the hardest hit, simply because she had been closest, but none of them were spared. The Initiative Lab may have been a large room but it was still only one room with a limited area for the poisonous pollen to disburse through. As soon as one of the girls from Sunnydale managed to work some small fraction of the Dust off. They were immediately re-infected by breathing in the polluted air.

 

Out of the way in the shadow's cast by a collapsed steel support beam wedged into the Labs stone wall a figure stirred. Tara took a deep shuddering breath as she woke from a short nap. A wide grin spread across her beautiful lips before the blonde Wiccan suddenly dissolved into a flood of giggles.

 

Tara Maclay was flying and flying high!

 

The young woman was completely and utterly wasted, the smallest sensation seemed multiplied a thousand fold and her mind was drifting on a sea of pink clouds. To Tara's happily confused but very horny little mind, the world looked fine.

 

Not to mention, very swirly and slightly pink tinged.

 

She'd felt something a little like this a few times before, like when she'd completed a particularly powerful or meaningful spell with Willow, or years ago when she'd experimented with some of her mother's more exotic herbs. But those examples paled into insignificance, compared to what she was feeling now.

 

The three girls were tumbled together like a pile of kittens, arms and leg's everywhere. Glistening with sweat from their labors, their ripe flesh shone in the fitful light left by the few remaining neon lamps. A flash of red caught Tara's wandering eye and the twenty year old Wiccan noticed the two girls cuddled up to her sides.

 

Willows redheaded mane partially covered Tara's breasts flowing from where the Hacker's head rested in the crook of Tara's shoulder. The silky strands of Willows hair lightly brushed against Tara's sensitive nipples, teasing them until they were again hard and pointing demandingly towards the ceiling. Red hair met with a tangle of blonde somewhere near Tara's bellybutton, blonde hair of a lighter tone than Tara's own. Tara head rolled to her left her eyes tracking the golden strands back to their source and she saw Buffy's sprawled form. The Slayer was laying draped across her other side, still dazed from the three girl's last round of lovemaking, one arm thrown possessively across Tara's middle.

 

Tara rolled languidly, stretching like a cat, her arousal firing up again. Letting one arm trail through Willows mass of bright red hair Tara stroked and fondled. A naughty idea bubbled up from the depths of Tara's chemically perverted mind.

 

The blonde Witch sent her groping hand searching until it found itself cupping one of her girl Willow's, nicely plump breasts. At the same time as she was capturing one of Willows wonderfully responsive tits, the blonde Wicca twisted one of her legs around and slipped it between Buffy's open thighs.

 

Once Tara had wormed her leg into position the horny young woman pushed up gently, until her feverish skin rested firmly against Buffy's wet mound. Buffy whimpered drowsily, still half asleep and began to hump the firm shapely thigh grinding up against her clit.

 

Coming fully awake her body already in high gear; the Slayer ground her tingling clit down on the conveniently positioned thigh and cuddled closer to Tara's soft form. Moaning deep in her throat the aroused girl twisted about, straining to bring her drooling mouth to bare on Tara's body. Thinking to give back some of the pleasure she was feeling, Buffy trailed her tongue across the larger blonde's sensitive skin, tracing a path littered with kisses, nibbles and mumbled sighs, the Slayer closed on her target.

 

Rolling so she was half laying on Tara's voluptuous form, Buffy drew a line of light kisses up the side of one Tara's large breasts and dived in, all but smothering herself in the mound of snowy white tit flesh, the Slayer began sucking and chewing hungry. Buffy's small pink tongue leaping eagerly about its duty, twirling around the excited nub of one of Tara's distended nipples, causing other girl to hiss in pleasure.

 

Willow followed the pull of her Tara's possessive hand, as it dragged her gently by one her C-Cup breasts, the sexily submissive Redhead followed Tara's directions eagerly. The tiny Hacker quickly found herself in one of her favorite positions in life, right between Tara Maclay's wantonly spread legs, face to pussy. Willow wasted no time getting stuck in.

 

Tara arched her back as she felt Willow's tongue and fingers go to work, hitting every spot she needed and worrying mercilessly on her vibrating clit.

 

"WI! WI! WITCH!" Tara's cry's of ecstasy rang through the blasted Laboratory as her two lovers quickly brought her to a shuddering orgasm, but Willow and Buffy didn't even slow down. One orgasm barely rated as an appetizer after the last few hours the three had spent in a lust filled dream and the three girls had long ago given up wondering about the strange words Willow and Tara were coming out with.

 

Truth be told the massive spray of Lust Dust that had filled the atmosphere, combined with their disorientation caused by the I.D.H. experiment, had long since robbed the three Scoobie members of their ability to concentrate on anything, besides their own horny needs and each others hot bodies.

 

Buffy's left hand worked its way across Tara's heaving tummy, stroking and patting moving upwards until it captured the very tip of the larger girl's neglected breast and began to milk and grope at the overflowing handful in time with the actions of her busy mouth on its twin.

 

Tara's hips began to roll again as Willow's tongue and fingers worked diligently at her tight little slit and Buffy's hot mouth chewing and clever hand fondling on her heaving tits, started her super charged libido on its way, rising rapidly towards yet another mind shattering climax.

 

In Tara's fogged mind her Soul Bond with Willow and the rapidly forming Delta Bond with Buffy danced through her misty, pleasure drugged conciseness. Willow added another finger to Tara's already stuffed cunny and sawed back and forth determinedly. The sexy blonde threw her head back and whined in approval.

 

Even as her pussy started to flutter and her toes curled in preparation for what might be the best peak yet, some small thread of thought nagged at her mushy mind. Passion and pleasure raced along Tara's every overloaded synapse, stimulated from every direction. But still some discontented corded plucked at her mind, like an itch she couldn't quite scratch, there was something that wasn't quite right.

 

A stray thought nearly caught the blonde Wicca's attention, but she lost it again as the action heated up. Her over-sensitized body started to thrash around, the gentle roll of her hips speeding up, turning into demanding, needy thrusts.

 

Willow whimpered in protest as her tasty treat slipped from between her worshiping lips and she scrambled to wrap her free hand around her lovers bucking waist, digging her fingers deep into lush valley between Tara's cheeks, trying to hold on.

 

Her fumbling fingers, desperate for a handhold so she could stay on for the wild ride, found Tara's twitching rear entrance. Without a second's delay the horny little redhead sent a single finger thrusting forward, sinking knuckle deep.

 

Tara reared up, her eyes wide, crying out wordlessly in shock and pleasure. Nearly throwing her two lovers away from her overheated body. Willow now securely anchored, simply followed the bouncing hips up and then down again, her lips once more glued to Tara's clit and three stiff fingers thrusting deep into Tara's clenching slit.

 

Buffy keened low in her throat as the thigh pressed against her mound suddenly started to buck and squirm, hammering at her already overexcited pussy. Watching and feeling through the growing bond, Tara, in a binding flash of insight saw what was missing. One of her wonderful lovers wasn't getting quite as much satisfaction out of their sweaty tangle of limbs as she needed. Deep down in the recesses of Buffy's equally addled mind; Tara's Taming Shock bedeviled psyche saw a yearning unfulfilled need.

 

There was hardly any thought involved in Tara's response, one of her lovers needed a little something extra to satisfy the deep burning lust that had overtaken them all. A quick dip in Buffy's more experienced mind conjured up a heroically proportioned fantasy, a similar scan of Willow's mind connected the G-Poindexters rapidly developing understanding of magic gave the Witch in Tara the mechanics of a spell. As Tara's body convulsed in the dozenth, or possibly hundredth climax of this mindblower session, the blonde girl acted.

 

One of Tara's dainty hands slid along her own shuddering thigh, and cupped Buffy's gushing sex in a firm grip, her barely under control magic coiled and struck! Dragging in the waves of power still clogging the wrecked Laboratory, adding to the power of the two strong magic users and a mystically powered warrior, a literal tidal wave of energy poured into the hastily thrown together spell.

 

Given the circumstances it really isn't very surprising that the poor befuddled blonde Wicca got things a little mixed up.

 

"WITCH!" With a scream Tara's body jerked uncontrollably, eyes rolling up until only the whites showed, she shuddered uncontrollably as magic was sucked from around the room channeling through her, powering her spell.

 

With a flash of light brighter than lighting, the softly glowing red and green crystals scattered across the Laboratory cracked and shattered! Instantly the hundreds of fragments turned to dust, as streams of pulsing mystic energy flowed into the pile of sweaty girls.

 

Willow franticly slurping and sucking as Tara's delicious honey gushed from the blondes climaxing pussy froze solid, as an unexpected climax rocked her body.

 

Overwhelmed by a barrage of new sensations, Buffy flopped over onto her back; dazed eyes staring sightlessly up into the ceilings shadowed arches.

 

With one last convolution the legs locked around Willows head settled down and the velvet skinned thighs that had been clenched around her ears relaxed, while the river of girl cum slowed to a trickle and finally stopped.

 

Willow raised her drenched face from its fragrant cradle and saw Tara's head was thrown back and her beautiful features contorted in ecstasy. Willow watched entranced as Tara sighed, her eyes blinked once sleepily and closed, dragged shut by deep fatigue. Her frantic breathing slowed into a gentle rhythm. Willow watched as her blonde goddess drifted off to sleep, finally exhausted.

 

Before the redhead could climb out from between the momentarily satisfied blonde's legs, a pair of strong but gentle hands gripped her about the waist, and effortlessly hoisted her up draping her over Tara's still shuddering body.

 

Willow's Lust Dust and Taming Shock stunned mind struggled fruitlessly to keep track of what was happening, as she found herself kneeling over Tara's soft body. Her bum was hoisted up into the air until her knees barely touched the floor and something hot and hard was pressed firmly against the oozing opening of her dripping slit.

 

"G-POIN?" Yelping in surprise, Willow twisted and squirmed in the inescapable grip around her waist, finally turning to look over her shoulder. Trying to see what was going on behind her.

 

The confused Redhead caught a single glimpse of Buffy kneeling behind her, scooted up close between her spread thighs. The Hacker only had a second to take in the picture, but the view instantly seared itself onto her disbelieving brain. Willow's eyes widened in shock as she watched the lust crazed Buffy take one hand away from Willows trembling flesh and grasp something firmly in the little blondes fist, something that shouldn't have been there.

 

That most definitely hadn't been there when Willow had surveyed the area half an hour ago. Buffy fumbled slightly with the unfamiliar equipment, giving Willow's shocked body a second to catch up with what was going on, the petite Redhead began to wiggle, half heatedly trying to pull away.

 

Too late!

 

The lust drunk and all but mindless Slayer surged forward and Willow's abused mind finally decided enough was enough, and put out the out of order sign.

 

"POINNNNNDEXSSS!" The long surprised wail echoed through the room.

 

Willows tired mind had finally admitted defeat, overloading with pleasure and shock, her trembling compact little body rocked forward squishing her flopping C-Cup bust onto Tara's unconscious body's cushioning double D's.

 

"POIN!" A deep penetrating thrust, crushing her insides in ways that sent burning streaks of pleasure shooting throughout her super-sensitized body.

 

"DEX!" A long smooth withdraw, scrapping across the Redheads tingling clit, exciting the little bundle of nerves the entire way.

 

"POIN!" In, even deeper this time!

 

"DEXSS!" Out again, picking up speed!

 

"POIN!" In again, pushing her pulsing flesh apart, touching seemingly every hot spot the blissed out Hacker possessed.

 

"DEXSSS!" Out, escaping no matter how tightly Willow's grasping pussy struggled to hold onto the pleasure-bringing invader!

 

"POIN!" All the way in, touching bottom! Willow gasped not even Oz's eight-inch pleasure pole or Tara's nine-inch super special helper, had ever been this deep inside her.

 

The rhythmic slapping of Buffy's hunching belly connecting urgently with Willow's upraised asscheeks slowly picked up speed, accompanied by Willow's yelps of "POIN!" and moans of "DEXS!" a contralto that quickly rose in pitch.

 

Buffy's mind was a confused jumble of erotic images and overwhelming sensations; all the Slayer knew was a driving need to cum. The feeling of being inside Willow, surrounded by tightly gripping flesh was intense beyond anything she'd ever experienced before. The sensations were totally new and different and the overdose of Lust Dust was running rampant through her blood, intensifying every little touch until her poor body literally vibrated with pleasure.

 

The tight sheath of flesh that Buffy couldn't help but bury herself in again and again suddenly rippled along its length and Buffy winced as Willow's pussy clamped down, becoming even tighter than it had been a second ago.

 

With a shudder that started in her toes, raced up to the very tips of her ears before concentrating in her raging loins a keening, wailing Buffy lunged forward one final time.

 

"ARRHHHHHHH!" Buffy screamed as she shuddered through the truly mind-blowing orgasm.

 

As it was buried to the hilt in her clenching pussy Willow felt the iron hard intruder jerk, and suddenly her tunnel was flooded with a spray of boiling hot liquid, coating the walls of her shuddering cunny and seeping into all her deepest nooks and crannies. Igniting a climax that must have been the granddaddy off them all!

 

Stars flashed behind Willows eyes, as her brain caught on fire. The Delta Bond that had been forming between Willow and Buffy exploded into full-blown power, slamming the two girl's minds together in a rolling thunderstorm of pleasure.

 

"G-POINDEXTERRrrrrrrrnnnmmmm." Willows screaming cry of victory as she came and came faded into an incoherent mumble, as all the strength seemed to run out of her exhausted body.

 

With a contented sigh and a wide dopey grin that was probably permanent Willow collapsed on top of Tara's lush form, joining her lover in unconsciousness. She barely felt the twitching body behind her flop down and fold over, the soft mounds of Buffy's breast squashing into her back, as the Slayer followed her seconds later.

 

 

Chapter End Notes:

A/N

(1) Wakizashi Japanese short sword usually worn together with the katana by the samurai or swordsmen of feudal Japan.

(2) Dragon Dance - (EFT) Raises the user's speed and attack.

(3) Weapon Guard - (DEF+EFT) This technique blocks any physical attack that is thrown that round and allows the user to get in a free attack.

(4) Focus Energy - (EFT) This technique raises the Pokegirl's special techniques.

(5) Heal - (EFT) The target of Heal regains their HP at a rate triple their normal regenerative abilities.

(6) Slash Wave - (ATK) This is similar to the Swordwave attack, but generates a wave of ki that strikes all opponents in a direct line from the user.

(7) Mystic Bolt - (ATK 30) Similar to Mana Bolt, only Mystic Bolt doesn't increase in power when the mana levels are higher.

(8) Artemis' Bow - (ATK 80 + EFT) An arrow of white energy that strikes the victim and knocks them down.

(9) Lust Dust (EFT) Similar to the Love Sting, only this is reliant on the other Pokegirl breathing it in. Available to most plant or fairy types.

(9a) Super Lust Dust (EFT) Exactly the same as a normal Lust Dust attack by over powered developed by Trauma Team for reasons unknown, only observed in their agents. The effects of this attack seem harder hitting and longer lasting than the normal attack. But that longer to manifest.

(10) Changed Paula from a Nekomata into a Mistoffeles, edited chapter two to comply.

 

 

MISTOFFELES, the Conjuring Cat Pokegirl

Type: Near or Very Near Human

Element: Magic

Frequency: Rare

Diet: human style foods, particularly milk and fish products (fish paste being their favorite)

Role: anywhere entertainment is involved, gambling

Libido: Average

Strong Vs: Fighting, Ground, Psychic

Weak Vs: Poison, Dark, Ghost

Attacks: Scratch, Tail-Slap, Mana Bolt, Power Bolt, Dazzle, Hypnotize, Illusion, Mirror, Reflect, Summon, Smile, Teleport

Enhancements: Enhanced speed (x3), Enhanced Agility (x4), High hand eye coordination, Night vision, Enhanced senses (x3), Magical knowledge, Telepathy

Evolves: None

Evolves From: Catgirl (Mana Crystal)

Although they had been originally thought to have been a more recent breed of Pokégirls, unearthed records have shown that Mistoffeles were around back in the War of Revenge and were originally to be used in the War in similar stations like Cheshires and Shadowcats were entrusted with. However, unlike these two other cat Pokégirls the Mistoffeles were too helpful, too "nice". They could never bring themselves to kill people when necessary, and so Sukebe ended up using them as couriers instead of labeling them as failures and ending production of the species.

Still, with such great magical prowess within them, it's easily understandable how even the greatest of Vale's Guild have something to learn, from the Mistofeles species' conjuring turns. Never was there ever a cat as clever as the magical mistress Mistoffeles. It must be understood that a Mistoffelees is an evolved form of the Pokégirl Catgirl, whom exposed to a Mana Crystal. Upon contact and reacting evolution, the Catgirl is not only given high magical potential but her intelligence is exponentially increased, allowing her to tap into more common techniques known to Psychic-types, even if she isn't one. That latter fact is what causes her to be treated as a Psychic-type, as Magic-type Pokégirls, as a rule of thumb, don't have any naturally set elements they're at advantage or disadvantage with.

Besides her new aptitude with mystical and mental forces, there is actually little to distinguish a Mistoffeles from her pre-evolved form, as her build will stay exactly the same. The one physical difference for the species is that their fur, if not such before, will become completely black; as one Tamer described, "from her ears to the tip of her tail". This dark coat seems to be a nod how the Mistoffeles' name is derived from a demon in the scriptures of the Thousand Faiths known as Mephistopheles. However, the species as a whole is not as sinister as the name implies.

Another note is that unlike some cat Pokégirls, a Mistoffeles prefers to wear clothing, usually either a tuxedo vest or jacket and white dress shirt with bow tie, or she'll wear a Bunnygirl outfit. When it comes to Pokébattle, a Mistoffeles' strength lies in her magical ability to combine the use of illusions and inflicting status-ailments along with interwoven attack spells when possible. A Mistoffeles will usually make an illusion or use Dazzle or Smile to offset her opponent, giving her the time to perform a more powerful magical attack, like Mana Bolt if her ether is still in high reserves, or Power Bolt. Mirror is reserved for if the opponent is resistant to Status-Ailments, to send the attack back at her. However, if a Mistoffelees is set against an opponent she knows she is outclassed by and will get her cute little black-furred butt kicked, she will resort to using Summon.

It should be noted, a Mistoffeles will only summon Espers for a serious threat, otherwise she will result to summonable Pokégirls. Two favorites seem to be Arvia the Pegaslut, and Mashiro the Espea. If there is a beautiful Water-type Pokégirl in the harem, or they think their Tamer is a very handsome man, a Mistoffeles will conjure up Harietta the Rhynodame. Indeed, the sheer conjuring powers of the Mistoffeles are something that have to be seen; one was even recorded as once having produced seven Kittens right out of her Tamer's hat!

It should be noted that in a Harem, a Mistoffeles will tend to be helpful to other cat Pokégirls, doing what she can to make her feline Harem-sisters more comfortable. They will offer an ear to listen, a hug to comfort, and are even willing share a Taming session if it will help their Harem-sister.

In fact, successfully Taming a Mistoffeles is a bit of a chore without another pokégirl around. It's not that Mistoffeles don't like males, they absolutely adore them. Unfortunately, they tend to be quite mischievous when it's her turn; and can be near impossible to find. She might very well be curled up in a tent while a Tamer looks in the surrounding area, and then in a tall plain of grass when he goes back to the tent. This game for her lasts around ten minutes before she finally settles. Only when there's another Pokégirl involved will she forego this merry chase and get straight to hot and heavy sexing.

Also with Harem dynamics, a Mistoffeles will become fast friends with a Merrowl if one is in a Harem with them. A Mistoffeles is incredibly skilled with card games and dice tables and when they pair that up with a Merrowl's Pay Day technique, it's possible for the two to amass a small fortune for their Tamer after a few days. Some casinos have taken to only employing Mistoffeles at their card tables and dice stations, while others have forbidden Mistoffeles in their establishment.

It is also thought by some that the Mistoffelees have a connection to the Legendary Chaos Kitty Macavity, yet it is still unknown what connection the Mistoffeles have to her, or even if that rumor has any validity to it at all. Still, there is the fact that the species had once still served amongst the ranks of Cheshire and Shadowcats, two species of Pokégirls that are known to have close ties to the Legendary.

While not unheard of, it is extremely rare for a girl to Threshold straight into a Mistoffeles. Those that do normally don't realize at first, thinking themselves to be turning into a Cat-type Pokégirl with black fur. As soon as she starts feeling the emotions and thoughts of others, and finds she's proficient with cards and dice will she realize that there is something more to what she's becoming than she realized initially.

 

IVYWHORE, the Breast-Enhancing Plant Pokegirl

Type: Near Human

Element: Plant/Poison

Frequency: Common to Uncommon

Diet: sunlight, water, nutrients through soil

Role: arousing other pokegirls, soil regeneration, subduing feral pokegirls, body modification

Strong Vs: Electric, Plant, Water, Rock, Fighting

Weak Vs: Psychic, Fire, Flying, Ice

Libido: Average to High (sunlight-based)

Attacks: Vine Whip, Razor Leaf, Leech Seed, Lust Dust, Vine Bondage, Sleep Powder, Bloom

Enhancements: Solar Healing

Evolves: Venuswhore (orgasm)

Evolves From: Boobisaur (normal)

After a Boobisaur has acquired enough experience, she will evolve into her next form: Ivywhore. Most of Ivywhore's powers, abilities, and drawbacks remain unchanged from her previous form, since unlike most other pokegirls, the evolution doesn't radically alter this pokegirl all that much.

The most noticeable changes are that the bulb on her back has grown, with the first layer of petals opening (though it does not yet bloom), and that her bust has increased. No Ivywhore has anything less than D cup breasts, and they're often larger. At this point, wearing anything on her chest becomes very difficult, since even most elastic coverings would be stretched thin, making them form-fitting and uncomfortable, not to mention blocking the sun from their skin. Most of the deeper green markings fade away with this transformation as well.

Ivywhore has most of the same attacks as her previous form. However, with her bulb growing, she is able to make new poison powders. Her Sleep powder affects anyone it hits, making them slumber, and is a very convenient way to capture new pokegirls. She also has the ability to make Bloom powder. This powder only works on females, be they human or pokegirl. Bloom powder makes the bust of any female it hits grow larger; with how much larger is dependant on how much they are hit with. Only other Boobisaurs, Ivywhores, and Venuswhores, as well as types that can withstand poison, are not affected by this. An Ivywhore can make two different types of Bloom powder; temporary and permanent.

Temporary Bloom powder is much easier to make, and can be created virtually at will by an Ivywhore. She usually tosses large amounts at opponents, letting their suddenly-grown gigantic breasts pin them down. Temporary Bloom powder rarely lasts more than an hour. Making permanent Bloom powder is much more difficult, requiring a longer time to synthesize, only letting her throw this type of powder roughly once a week. An Ivywhore always knows just how much powder to throw to increase a female's bust by a certain amount. This type is usually used on pokegirls that an Ivywhore's Master wants to be chestier.

An Ivywhore that is allowed to bathe in the sun heals faster than a Boobisaur, to the point where she can heal all but the most grievous damage after roughly a full day of nothing but laying in direct sunlight. Of course, this also nourishes the soil to a great degree.

Feral Ivywhores are more dangerous to surrounding pokegirls and human women, since in addition to tossing Lust Dust at random, they also use Bloom powder liberally. Most of the time its temporary, but every now and then there are stories of women who permanently developed mammoth mammaries due to a feral Ivywhore (or Venuswhore).

It's very uncommon, but not unknown, for a Threshold girl.