"What? You two girls have never had a cock in your ass?" Faith asked, loving to talk like a guy might, and shocking anyone within hearing. Truth was, she only particularly enjoyed doing two things: slaying vampires, and slaying virgin asses (mostly girls' asses, but she'd topped a few guys as well). The power of her seduction, the initial resistance, the slow or sometimes quick breaking of their will, and watching a cock, whether real or plastic, disappear between some sexy ass cheeks, breaking through into virgin territory, soon followed by the inevitable begging to be ass fucked harder, was the ultimate rush.
Faith had imagined herself sodomizing Buffy many times since first meeting her. She was hot! She was also strong, and she had an amazing ass. Her goal of turning her into her own little begging ass-slut was a major turn-on, and it was something she had on her to-do list for the near future... and it would also clarify the power structure: she was the top dog here, the top slayer; not Buffy, whom everybody seemed to worship. She couldn't resist adding, "It seems that you usually have a stick up it anyway, so why not a nice cock instead?"
Zander had fantasized about fucking Buffy forever, and he'd just been handed a new stroke fantasy... ass fucking Buffy, or imagining Faith ass fucking her.
Willow sighed dramatically. In the last few months if you could believe her, Faith had ass fucked her last guidance counsellor (ass fucked her bent over her own desk while her next appointment was waiting in the next room); the head cheerleader (who'd called her a bitch, but had ended up dumping her college boyfriend to become Faith's bitch); a chubby librarian (that one had been hilarious; she'd been compulsively shushing Faith in the library even while Faith was slamming into her arse... the woman was British and called an ass an 'arse', which was pretty hot); a nun (who she anally deflowered in a church while the sainted soul prayed for pre-emptive forgiveness); a hot MILF (who'd cut her off mid-conversation to go into a change room, and then had ended up with a strap-on up her ass in that same dressing room, while her daughter continuously knocked on the other side of the door asking if she was okay); and a hot stewardess on a flight to Sunnydale (where she'd received very satisfactory first class service).
Willow felt a wide range of emotions as her attention drifted away from Faith's resumed bragging. She felt that just as she'd finally begun thinking she played a key role in the gang, no longer seen as no more than the Brainiac and therefore thought to be completely useless in every crisis they faced, even while she explored her increasingly powerful wiccan powers, that once again it appeared she was losing everything. She had first lost Zander to his lust for Buffy, and then to his infatuation with the Bitch formerly known as Cordelia. And now that he'd finally noticed her, and as they both had tried to understand their feelings for each other, Faith had thrown her hat into the ring, and thus became yet another temptress to distract him from Willow. On top of that, Willow also worried she might be losing her one and only female friend Buffy to Faith. Faith was another slayer like Buffy; so Faith was confident; Faith was also a temptress; Faith was a bad ass. In short, Faith was everything that Willow wasn't. And Faith treating her as insignificant only enhanced her jealousy and dislike for the girl, feelings which were rapidly blooming into outright hatred for the smug bitch... so that compared to Faith, Bitch Cordelia now seemed like the sweetest of angels.
Zander trying to appear suave and cool only added to the insecurity and frustration Willy was feeling... God, did she want to put that slayer bitch in her place.
As Willow looked at Faith sucking on a lollipop, she was certain she could see right through her. There was no way Faith could
possibly
back up everything she claimed. On the outside she appeared confident, with the hubris of a braggart jock... but underneath, she must be full of insecurities. She talked a tough game, but Willow could tell she couldn't Walk the Walk. She concealed her failings behind bravado and reckless actions... but as she reflected back on how Faith had once been duped by Gwendolyn Post into being subservient and obedient to her, it made her realize that deep down, Faith was just a lost child looking for the respect and attention she had never received in the past. Which made Willow actually feel sorry for Faith... especially since Willow understood those needs from the inside out. Faith was seeking love and attention, just as Willow did the same: Willow had been neglected by her mother, ignored by the boys at school, underestimated by the other girls, and had never been seen for her true sexual self by the admitted horn dog Zander.
The other thing really rattling the normally focused and diligent Willow, was the sex dreams she'd been having for about a year. Although most of them had been about Zander, they were now sometimes about Oz instead. And another thing, ever since she'd seen Buffy in the shower after gym one day, she'd become fascinated with asses... mostly Buffy's, but since Faith's arrival and her constant sex talk, swagger and tight jeans, she'd become intrigued by
her
ass as well. Her curves were so perfect, her ass was so round. All of which led to Willow's new and biggest secret: she was dying to fuck a butt hole... a girl's butthole! She wasn't certain whether she was a lesbian, since she liked boys (like Zander and Oz), but she'd begun feeling aroused whenever she looked at Buffy or Faith... or even on occasion, Cordelia. The thought of eating a pussy didn't really intrigue her, but the female body was a beautiful thing, and it had begun to stir confusing feelings inside her... especially whenever she saw a nice, tight, feminine ass.
Buffy usually wore skirts, which of course didn't particularly showcase her ass, but Faith and her ubiquitous painted-to-her-ass jeans had been a constant distraction ever since she'd sauntered into the Scooby gang's life.
Finally Buffy pointed out that the morning was almost gone.
"To be continued," Faith smiled, winking specifically at Willow... knowing it would annoy the cute little nerd. Truth was, the girl was actually quite pretty; except that her geeky fashion sense, her academic jargon, and her sheer shyness hid it well away. It would be fun to turn the shy nerd into a foul-mouthed ass slut, begging to be sodomized by one of her three strap-ons back at the motel: a thin six-incher she used on beginners whose asses she didn't want to tear apart, an eight-inch one that worked well for most sodomitic (your Word of the Day; 'sodomitical' is another acceptable adjective) attacks, and a ten-inch monster useful for the rare occasions when she wanted to pulverize an asshole.
A bit later, early afternoon, not long after Willow had decided she needed to give Faith a break, since her life must have been a rough one, Faith betrayed her completely. Willow had walked over to Faith's motel to try and initiate a friendly chat with her and begin building a positive relationship, since that would be good for the team. But as she was approaching Faith's door, she glanced through the half-open window and received the shock of her life. Faith and Zander were on the bed, they were stark naked, and she was riding him!
That fucking bitch!
Willow thought to herself as her stomach rumbled, making her think she was about to be sick. How
could
she? How could
he?
She fled the premises and trudged back home, tears streaming down her face... feeling heartbroken and betrayed, even though she and Zander weren't remotely a couple except in her mind. They
had
been sharing these unspoken connections... connections she'd thought could be the beginning of something after all these years.
Surely he'd felt those connections as strongly as I did... hadn't he?
That evening, Giles texted the Scooby gang.
I have urgent news! Make like firemen and get to the library ASAP!
Once everyone had gathered, "Folks, we have a problem," he blurted out, sensing some tension in the room... although he'd come to expect there'd always be tension, or awkwardness, or irrationality, or all the above, whenever a group of teens got together. Hormones really messed with a teenager's rational side regardless of gender. But there was no time to deal with that right now. "A coven of she-demons has gathered on the Commons, and they're setting everything on fire!"
"Then let's go kick some ass!" Faith exhorted.
Still upset about what she'd witnessed this afternoon, and how it probably meant she'd
never
have a chance for any happiness (or nooky), Willow had been woolgathering again, but hearing the word 'ass' made her look around and blush. Could they possibly know what she was thinking? How devastated she was? But she'd also heard something about she-demons.
"Language, Faith," Giles cautioned. "We're in the library."
