Chapter 9
After having told Giles most of what had happened between her and Buffy
in the last two weeks, a red-faced Cordelia stared at an equal red-faced
watcher while awaiting his response.
"A-Are you serious?!" The watcher finally managed to get out after a
very long and uncomfortable silence.
"Hey! Do I look like I'm kidding?!" the annoyed cheerleader responded.
"Like I'd really show my face in here if it wasn't an extreme emergency.
I'm not joking around and I'm not crazy either, and you better believ--"
Giles held out a hand, halting the word-flood he sensed was coming.
"I-I am not questioning your sanity, Cordelia... It's just a tad difficult
for me to believe that Buffy would... behave in such a manner."
"Perhaps you'd like to see some of the bruises that little bitch put on
my behind?" the May Queen inquired stonily while shooting the Watcher an
icy glare.
The librarian turned even more flustered than before as his eyes
inadvertently dropped to the cheerleader's nether regions before quickly
glancing up again.
"N-no, that won't be necessary." Removing his glasses, he pinched the
bridge of his nose, taking a few moments to collect his thoughts before
focussing his eyes again on the brunette. "You said that this...
situation started Thursday a week ago?"
"Yes, that's when she started to act really weird... Well, weirder than
usual, that is," Cordelia began to recap, satisfied that the watcher
finally seemed to take her serious.
*****
After a long shower, Buffy strolled back into her bedroom. Even though
the sun was already down, it was still pretty hot in her room so she didn't
bother putting on a bathrobe.
Instead of getting dressed right away, she threw herself face down on
the bed. Closing her eyes, the blonde pressed her face into the freshly
washed sheets; smiling as her enhanced sense of smell was instantly
bombarded by the delightful scent of the lavender/vanilla fabric softener
that her mother used. After having breathed deeply of the enticing scent,
Buffy turned over on her back and began replaying today's events over in
her mind; as usual her thoughts focussed mainly on a certain buxom,
brunette cheerleader.
The moment that the visual image of Cordelia Chase appeared in her mind,
Buffy's hands -- spread out above her head -- gradually gravitated towards
her naked body. Once the blonde Slayer started touching herself, the image
of Cordelia in her cheerleader outfit transformed into the image of a
buck-naked Cordelia Chase lying on her back with her legs pulled back,
holding her labia-lips open for Buffy's visual inspection.
Groaning softly, Buffy spread her legs wide and placed her right hand
between her thighs, softly stroking her swollen slit and clit. Her left
hand quickly moved to her left breast, pulling and pinching her swollen
nipple and squeezing the firm flesh.
As the blonde's arousal increased and her little masturbation session
intensified, the images in her mind turned progressively more pornographic.
She pictured Cordelia kneeling naked before her, a devoted expression on
the May Queen's face while she used her deadly, muchfeared tongue to
tenderly tend to her pussy... Then she's suddenly in the girls' locker
room, spanking the brunette's bare behind while the other girls of the
cheerleading squad stand around them. The pretty young women were watching
the spanking of their leader with shocked and aroused expressions on their
faces. Apprehension soon followed once the cheerleaders realized that soon
it would be *their* turn for a bare-bottomed spanking across Buffy's
knee...
Pumping three fingers in her sopping slit while roughly kneading her
tits, Buffy's fantasy became even kinkier: She's in the gym and judging
from the huge crowd on the bleachers and the cheerleaders cheering on the
sideline, it looked like their basketball team at long last made it to the
finales of the state championship. But instead of a game taking place on
the floor, there's only Cordelia and herself, sitting totally naked on a
mat in the middle of the gym.
Gazing around at the numerous onlookers, Buffy knew that she should be
mortified about being naked in front of a crowd of strangers, but instead
she felt more aroused then she'd ever felt before. Looking down, her eyes
trailed across her naked body -- taking in her rockhard nipples with an
amused smile and giving them a little tweak. The audience seemed to
approve of that, judging from their cheers. She then noticed a long, thick
fake cock protruding from her crotch: a strap-on dildo. It was damn near a
foot long. After giving the fake phallus a little feel, Buffy smirked and
turned her eyes towards her naked lover.
Apparently, the shame and self-consciousness that Buffy lacked was still
abundantly present in Cordelia. The brunette blushed brightly as she
covered her large breasts with an arm while using her free hand to protect
her pussy from the crowd's leering looks. When her eyes met Buffy's, the
embarrassed cheerleader hung her head in shame... But only for a second or
so, because when Cordelia detected the big fake cock towering out between
the blonde's muscular thighs, her eyes grew wide and her head snapped up to
look at Buffy's face again. It didn't take her long to decipher the look
of lust in the Slayer's penetrating green eyes. Blushing even harder than
before, the cheerleader attempted to create some distance between herself
and the horny blonde by quickly backing away. Her attempt to escape was
short-lived when a second later Buffy's hand grabbed her ankle and pulled
her back.
"Nuh-uh, Cordy," Buffy admonished the naked cheerleader, "time to stop
being a tease and become a woman."
"Not here!" Cordelia groaned mortified while trying to cover up her
exposed body.
"Yes, here!" Buffy grinned. "Now stop trying to hide your beautiful
body from our fans, and spread those legs."
The cheerleader bit her bottom lip while her eyes darted back and forth,
searching for a way out of this mess.
The Slayer's eyes narrowed and she slapped the brunette's butt in
warning.
SMACK!!! "Owww!!"
That little bit of discipline Buffy dealt out to the disobedient
cheerleader was greeted by a round of applause.
"Listen up, Cordy. I want you to spread your legs and pull your knees
back all the way to your shoulders. And unless you want another spanking
in front of all these people, you better obey me right now."
The crowd loudly cheered at Buffy's words -- especially the bit about
the spanking.
Sensing that the blonde wasn't kidding around and knowing that she
wouldn't get any help or sympathy from their audience, Cordelia closed her
eyes, drew in her breath, and slowly pulled back her legs while spreading
them wide. As her well-groomed and glistening cunt became exposed to Buffy
and a couple of hundred strangers, another loud cheer sounded through the
gym, accompanied by several loud wolf whistles.
Buffy smirked when she saw how wet and aroused the cheerleader's cunt
already was. Despite her apparent reluctance, Cordy seems to be as horny
and ready for this as she is.
With a possessive gleam in her eyes, Buffy reached out and stroked two
fingers back and forth across the brunette's nether lips before shoving
them up to the hilt inside the May Queen's wet, hot box. "Mine!"
Cordy gasped at the sudden intrusion and the audience once again
applauded.
After finger-fucking the furiously blushing brunette for several long
minutes, Buffy decided that the cheerleader was as ready for her "cock" as
she's ever gonna be. Licking her lips in anticipation, she placed herself
between her lover's legs and positioned the head of the dildo at the
entrance of Cordelia's cunt; sliding it up and down the moist cleft, she
lubricated the silicone rod with Cordy's juices.
Leaning forward, Buffy grabbed a hold of the cheerleader's hips. She
could hear the crowd of spectators draw in their collective breaths. Then
she gradually pushed her hips forward... Looking down, the Slayer watched
spellbound as Cordelia's pussy-lips parted for the thick silicone stick,
making it appear as if they flowered open to make way for the large dildo
that slowly went into her -former- nemesis' virgin cunt.
Cordelia gasped and groaned as more and more of the big, fake cock
entered her tight passage.
Holding tightly onto Cordy's hips, Buffy drove the strap-on inside her
lover until the fake phallus encountered a barrier. Judging from the grunt
of pain that escaped the cheerleader's lips, Buffy figured she'd reached
the brunette's maidenhead. After giving Cordy a comforting pat on the
butt, she pulled back until only the tip of the dildo was inserted into her
lover's slit, and then slowly pushed forwards again. Drawing back each
time the phallus head bumped into Cordelia's hymen and then pushing in
again just before the fake cock completely left the cheerleader's cunt,
Buffy soon got into a steady fuck-rhythm that got them both really worked
up and their pussies sopping wet.
A minute ago it had been possible to hear a pin drop in the large hall;
now a low drone of murmurs resonated through the gym. Despite being busy
with more important matters, Buffy's super hearing picked up some bits of
conversation:
"I really thought she was gonna take the cheerleader's cherry with one
single thrust... Hmmm, guess I owe you fifty."
"Double or nothing says the blonde's gonna fuck the brunette up the ass
after she takes her cherry."
"You're on, buddy!"
"Wow! This is a hundred times better then some lame-assed basketball
game!"
"Um, aren't you, like, the captain of the basketball team?"
"Yeah... So what's your point?"
"This is freakin' hot! I hope you're getting all this on tape, dude!"
"Dude! Weren't YOU supposed to bring the camera?!"
"Damnit!"
"Eh heh heh, this is cool!"
"Huh huh heh huh, yeah cool! Who ever said that crossovers suck ass?"
"Uh, you did, Butthead."
"Shut up, Beavis!"
Shutting out everything else, Buffy concentrated solely on giving
Cordelia the fucking of a lifetime. Still sliding the strap-on in and out
the May Queen's receptive slot, she let go off Cordy's waist and used one
hand to diddle the cheerleader's clit while using the other one to play
with the brunette's big boobs.
Cordelia seemed to REALLY get into that. The soft grunts and groans
that escaped the cheerleader's lips changed into a steady panting and she
started moving her hips to meet the dildo each time it slid into her. Then
slowly, almost tentatively, Cordelia opened her eyes and looked up at
Buffy.
The Slayer's green eyes stared deeply into the brunette's hazel ones;
her gaze signalling a silent question to the cheerleader. A question which
Cordelia had no trouble deciphering the meaning of.
Nervously biting her bottom lip, Cordelia gazed down between her tits at
the large dildo sticking out crudely from the Slayer's crotch, fucking her
tight pussy. The in-and-out motion of the thick strap-on while it plugged
her virgin cunt was almost hypnotic, and one of the most arousing sights
she'd ever seen.
She then knew what she wanted right now... more of Buffy's big cock!
As much as the blonde was able to give her.
"YES!!" With lust-filled eyes she looked up to meet the Slayer's gaze
again. "Do it! Take me, Buffy," the cheerleader urged while folding her
legs around the blonde's waist and pulling her closer. "Take my cherry and
make me yours!" Her words were greeted with a thunderous applause and loud
cheers from the audience, but she didn't care about that at the moment.
Buffy's eyes lit up. To say that she's happy to comply would be a huge
understatement. Returning her hands to Cordy's hips, she leaned down to
plant a long kiss on the cheerleader's luscious lips. "Ready, baby?" she
whispered.
Cordelia braced herself and let out a little whimper before nodding.
The moment the brunette nodded her assent, Buffy retracted her hips
until the dildo almost left the cheerleader's snatch... Gazing down at her
naked lover, and taking in Cordelia's wet and ready pussy, huge heaving
breasts, and those big beautiful brown eyes which were filled with lust,
she couldn't wait a second longer to claim this beauty as her own. With
one quick thrust, the Slayer drove her cock deep into Cordy's cunt; not
stopping until the silicone dick was buried up to the hilt inside the
cheerleader's tight slot.
Cordelia gasped and grunted as the Slayer's strap-on made short work of
her virginity and blushed when she heard the crowd cheer. She'd almost
forgotten about them, but they obviously didn't forget about her. She felt
her embarrassment return tenfold when the cheers were followed by a
standing ovation. But her feelings of shame quickly faded away when Buffy
began working that big cock in and out of her cunt, and when the blonde
returned her nimble fingers to her tits and her clit she managed to tune
their crude cheering out.
Smiling down at the gorgeous, loudly panting and moaning, May Queen,
Buffy pinched one of the cheerleader's erect nipples and gave her clit a
little tweak. Her smile grew bigger when she saw what kinda effect this
had on Cordelia: the brunette cooed with delight and pressed her heels into
Buffy's back while urging the blonde to fuck her harder.
Giving the beautiful cheerleader a good, hard fucking was something for
which Buffy needed no additional encouragement. Lifting her hips up high,
she plunged the phallus deep into her lover's wet and wide-open cunt, and
soon developed a fast, steady fuck-rhythm which had Cordelia panting with
pleasure. With gleaming eyes, the Slayer watched the brunette's big tits
bounce and jiggle back and forth each time she pounded the silicone prick
into Cordelia's wet pussy.
As their fucking grew more intense the crowd started chanting, "In!
Out! In! Out! In! Out!" as if conducting their coupling. Meanwhile,
each thrust of the dildo was also accompanied by Cordelia's loud grunts.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
Suddenly, without any warning, Buffy moved backwards, letting the
strap-on slide out of the cheerleader's cunt with a loud pop.
Opening her eyes in surprise, the dazed brunette gazed up at the Slayer.
"Don't stop!" she protested while giving the blonde a pleading look.
"I don't intend to," Buffy smirked and smacked the May Queen's behind.
"On your hands and knees," she ordered.
For the first time in her life, Cordelia obeyed without question and
positioned herself on her hands and knees. Moving her thighs apart, the
brunette arched her back -- presenting the blonde behind her with a great
view of her wet and swollen sex.
"Good girl," Buffy muttered, and gave the cheerleader a couple more
spanks on her bare ass. Cordelia shuddered with delight and arched her
back even more. Grabbing a hold of the dildo, Buffy positioned the tip
against the cheerleader's dripping slot and pushed the entire length into
her lover's opening with one quick thrust.
"GOD!!! Yessssss!" Cordelia crooned with delight as Buffy's big cock
seemed to fill her entire being. Impossible though it seemed, her pleasure
grew even more intense when the domineering blonde reached beneath her to
grab both her boobs and started kneading the firm tit flesh and pinching
her rock-hard nipples while fucking her hard from behind. "Yes! Yes!
Yes! Yes! Yes! YES!!" she cried out each time the Slayer's strap-on
pounded her tight pussy.
The scent of Cordelia's arousal and her cries of pleasure awakened the
predator in Buffy. Letting go of the cheerleader's tits, the Slayer
stroked her left hand down her lover's belly and started diddling Cordy's
clit while using her right hand to spank the brunette's firm round butt.
SMACK!!! "Oh!"
SMACK!!! "Mmmm!!"
SMACK!!! SMACK!!! "Ahhhh!!"
"You enjoy getting it from behind, on all fours like a bitch, don't ya,
Cordy?" Buffy spoke excitedly into the cheerleader's left ear.
SMACK!! SMACKK!!! "Ohhh! Yessss!!!"
The Slayer smirked. Her little bitch sounded close to cumming. "Good!
'Cause that's what you are: MY bitch! And from now on..." Buffy waved at
the crowd cheering her on, "everyone knows it!"
SMACK!!! "Oh!"
"Now I wanna hear you say it!"
SMACK!!! "Ahhh!"
SMACK!!! "I'm your bitch!"
SMACK!!! "Good!" SMACK!!! "Now use my name!" SMACK!!!
"Ohhhhh!! I-I'm B-Buffy's bitch?"
SMACK!!! "Not bad, Cordy." SMACK!!! "Now say it harder!"
"I'm Buffy's Bitch!"
SMACKK!!!! "HARDER!!"
"I'M BUFFY'S BITCH!!!!" Cordelia Chase cried out as she came in front of
an audience of thousands.
Another standing ovation shook the gym hall.
Still shaking from her orgasm, Cordelia lowered her arms down on the mat
and rested her head on them. With her ass sticking up in the air like
this, Buffy continued to pound the cheerleader's pussy with the same
breakneck speed as before.
Buffy's lips formed a smug smile as she gazed down at Cordelia's moaning
and shuddering form. Taking Cordy's virginity, claiming her, and making
her cum felt freakin' amazing, but doing it front of a crowd of people made
it even better. Fucking the beautiful brunette, taking her cherry and
declaring the cheerleader her bitch in front of a large audience seemed to
make it official somehow, sorta like a marriage. Just thinking about it
made a surge of lust shoot through her body. This, combined with the
sensations coming from the base of the dildo rubbing against her clit,
brought her rapidly closer to her own orgasm.
Leaning down, she rubbed her hard nipples against Cordy's back while
grabbing a hold of the brunette's big tits again, and really started giving
it to her. Every time she drove the dildo into the cheerleader's snatch,
the end of it pressed into her clit, igniting a jolt of pleasure in her
crotch.
"Oh Fuckkk! Yesssss..." Buffy blissfully moaned. Wow! What an
incredible feeling... Which not only referred to the stimulation of her
clit, but also to the power trip she experienced from fucking the bitchy,
beautiful, stuck-up brunette with a big strap-on dildo -- all things
considered, it's pretty similar to the feeling of power she got from
slaying vamps. Smiling to herself, Buffy pinched and pulled Cordy's large
nipples, bringing forth little grunts of pleasure and pain from the
cheerleader. That managed to turn her on even more. As she approached her
climax, Buffy suddenly spotted some familiar faces in the crowd, cheering
her on.
Willow waved and smiled at her. "Give it to her HARD, Buffy!" she
yelled. "The bitch has it coming to her; she's made me miserable
throughout most of my school years. If anyone needs to get the stuffing
fucked out of them, it's her!"
"Yeah! You go, Buff!" Xander cheered while doing his infamous Snoopy
dance. "I never got past second base with her, and if anyone gets to pop
the Ice Queen's cherry, I'm glad it's you!"
"Buffy?"
The blonde's eyes grew wide when she recognized her mother's voice, and
a second later she spotted her mother standing on the sideline. "Mom!" she
squealed with a definite note of panic in her voice. "What are YOU doing
here?"
A very stern looking Joyce Summers frowned at her very naked daughter.
"Same as everyone else in this town seems to be doing: watching my little
girl performing a live lesbian sex-act with a classmate in front of several
thousand strangers."
Buffy felt herself blush a bright-red, but despite the embarrassment of
having her mother watch her, she couldn't get herself to stop fucking
Cordelia. "Um... I can explain, mom."
Joyce raised a questioning eyebrow at her daughter.
Looking straight ahead while gnawing on her bottom lip, Buffy tried to
picture the kinda lewd spectacle they must be presenting to her mom and the
rest of their audience. In her mind's eye she saw herself, naked as the
day she was born, fucking an equally naked Cordelia doggiestyle in the
middle of the school's gym, cheered on by a crowd of strangers.
"Okayyy, I've got nothing," she finally admitted in a defeated tone.
Cringing in advance, Buffy glanced sideways and shot her mother a covert
look to see how, exactly, she's taking this. But to her great surprise,
her mom looked more amused then angry.
"Uh... you're not upset with me, mom?" Buffy asked with a meek, little
voice.
"Welllll," Joyce said with an exaggerated drawl. "You will have one
helluva spanking coming to you when you get home, young lady." Seeing her
daughter's dumbfounded, wideeyed look, Joyce burst into laughter. "Oh
relax, honey. I'm not angry with you. In fact, I'm proud that my little
girl has grown into such a beautiful, confident, strong young woman."
Those words and the dazzling smile her mom send her, brought a glow of
delight to the blonde's face. Smiling back at her mom, Buffy pounded the
dildo into Cordelia's receptive snatch even more vigorously than before.
"So you're not even a little mad about me fucking Cordelia and making her
my bitch?" she questioned between pants, while fondling the brunette's
wildly swinging breasts.
"Not at all, sweetheart." Joyce winked at her daughter. "Maybe being
your slut and getting spanked on a regular basis will teach that big-titted
bitch some manners."
"Ouch!" Buffy giggled. "You tell it, mom!" Her mother's
uncharacteristically lewd remark somehow managed to make her feel even more
aroused (something she didn't think was humanly possible). The sparks of
pleasure she felt each time the dildo rubbed against her clit grew closer
apart, and as she fucked the former May Queen faster and faster the
numerous pleasure jolts gradually became one long orgasm.
"That's my girl! Stick it to the bitch!" Buffy heard her mom call out,
triggering one of the biggest orgasms she ever had. "Buffy? Are you
coming?" Joyce then asked, accompanied by a hard pounding sound.
"Buffy? Dinner is ready. Are you coming?"
"FUCK!! YEAH!!!! I'M COMING, MOM!!!!!" Buffy cried out as she came.
"Whoa! Tone it down a notch, honey." Buffy heard her mom say through
the closed bedroom door, sounding a bit put off. "A simple "yes, mom"
would have sufficed," Joyce added as she walked away.
Sitting up in her bed, Buffy wiped the sweat from her brow. Looking a
bit mortified when she recalled what she'd been dreaming, and feeling very
grateful that her mom hadn't opened the door to peek inside her room.
'Wow! Mucho Bizarro! This one definitely belongs in the Top Ten of both
the Creepiest AND Most Erotic dream category.' The Slayer giggled to
herself. 'I think this is the kinda dream that would've made Sigmund
Freud's head explode.'
After running to the bathroom to freshen herself up a bit, Buffy quickly
got dressed and headed downstairs for dinner. Perhaps if her mind hadn't
been occupied with erotic thoughts about Cordelia Chase, she would have
noticed the tall, dark figure hiding in the tree near her bedroom window.
Wiping his hands clean on some leaves; Angelus stuffed his cock back
inside his pants and zipped up. While he enjoyed the unintentional show
his former lover had just given him, the vampire was less than pleased by
the numerous times she'd called out the cheerleader's name while friggin'
herself.
'Right! That pretty much settles it: she's definitely under the spell
of a Xargos demon, and totally fixated on Cordelia Chase. Which means that
as long as the cheerleader is around, I'll just be another vampire to Buffy
-- one she'll happily stake... Too bad, I'd hoped it wouldn't be anything
more than a crush, or maybe even a simple love spell; I could've worked
with that.'
'Oh, well!' Angelus shrugged. 'Cordy's a bitch, and now she dies.'
"Time to get rid of the competition," the master vampire muttered to
himself as he jumped to the ground and disappeared into the night.
*****
"It was awful! I could see my life flashing before my eyes... and let
me tell ya: I can't believe some of the outfits I used to wear... What was
I thinking?!"
Giles cleared his throat again. This was the sixth time that Cordelia
got sidetracked while telling about her ordeal with Buffy in the alleyway
behind the Bronze. Luckily, most of the time, a polite cough was
sufficient to get the cheerleader to refocus her attentions on her story.
"Anyhow, after the bottle-blonde bitch beat my behind red and I
apologized to her, she finally let me go and I got the hell outta there."
"What happened the next day?" Giles questioned.
"That's when she practically jumped me in the girls' locker room, and...
well, you know the rest."
The watcher nodded thoughtfully. Frowning slightly, he folded his hands
together and searched his brain for any kind of spell or mystical creature
that could be responsible for Buffy's current condition, as well as any
sort of magical solution that could turn the Slayer back to normal. 'The
difficulty is finding out HOW she got this way, once I know that I can
start looking for a cure.' He poured himself another cup of tea and took a
sip, hardly noticing that the beverage had turned cold during Cordelia's
lengthy story. 'Maybe it's another love spell gone wrong... Or perhaps--'
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Cordelia's voice, who'd quickly
become bored with watching the librarian think.
"I know it's hard, Giles, but we have to face reality here: Buffy has
finally lost it." The cheerleader put a comforting arm around the watcher's
shoulder. "Now, we both knew this day was gonna come sooner or later -- I,
personally, was betting on sooner... I mean, all the signs were there:
violent and erratic behaviour, repeated lapses in her judgement and fashion
sense... It all indicated the same thing: this girl is ready to crack at
any moment!"
Giles stared blankly at the cheerleader. 'I think I feel a headache
coming on.'
The brunette didn't notice the watcher's blank stare, or simply ignored
it as she went on, "So we all knew that eventually Buffy would become a
permanent resident of Sunnydale Mental Hospital... It's hard to accept, I
know. Believe me, Giles. Deep inside," Cordelia tapped herself on the
chest, "I'm hurting as bad as you are... But look at the bright side!"
Cordelia gave the librarian an encouraging smile. "Macy's stated that
outfits with belt buckles are going to be in this year, so when Buffy is
wearing that straightjacket she'll finally be up-todate fashion-wise...
And at the very least you'll finally have some good ideas on what to get
her for her birthday: a lifelong membership to the Hannibal Lector Fanclub;
a coupon for one funfilled hour of electroshock therapy; a family-sized
bottle of valiums; or, if you're in a bind, maybe a few dozen rolls of
rubber wallpaper."
The watcher removed his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose
again. 'Make that a fullgrown migraine...'
He halted any further colourful commentaries from the cheerleader by
raising a hand. "I need you to think closely, Cordelia... When this all
started, was there anything out of the ordinary you noticed about Buffy?
Anything besides her strange behaviour?"
"Let's see... I noticed that her choice of outfit was extremely poor
taste. Even for Buffy's standards it was--"
"Yes, yes!" Giles quickly interrupted, fearing another lengthy lecture
about the Do's and Don'ts of fashion. "Anything *besides* her fashion
sense you could tell me about?"
"Well... I also noticed that she was covered with some icky green
slime," the cheerleader suddenly recalled, shuddering at the memory.
"That's a bit out of the ordinary, even for Buffy, isn't it?"
"Yes, I believe it is," Giles dryly responded. "You are sure about
this? It's a green slime she was covered with?"
"Hey! It's pretty hard to be wrong about something like that," Cordelia
replied, sounding a bit miffed. "It wasn't like she used the wrong brand
of moisturizer. No, her clothes and skin were covered with a bright-green
glowing goo!"
"It glowed?!" Giles exclaimed, looking up in shock.
"Yes. I haven't seen a spectacle like that since Harmony went to a new
hairstylist and came back looking like one of the Supremes."
The watcher stared open-mouthed at the brunette, before abruptly turning
around and walking into the book cage.
"Hey! Rude much?!"
"I believe I know the cause of Buffy's weird behaviour!" the watcher
called excitedly from the cage.
"Her weird behaviour for the last two years, or just the last two
weeks?" Cordelia called back.
Giles came out of the cage, carrying a large leather-bound book, and
shot the cheerleader a dirty look. "Buffy told me she had an encounter
with a large green, slimy demon... unfortunately that describes about 50%
of the entire demon species. What she didn't tell me was that the demon
sprayed her with slime!"
"Uh, why would she leave that out?" Cordelia asked. "Sounds like a
pretty important detail to me."
"Quite so..." After thinking for a moment, Giles continued, "I'm not
sure why she didn't tell me that... Maybe it just slipped her mind, or
perhaps she was embarrassed... It could, however, be somehow related to
the effect that the slime is having on her."
"And how does this slime affect her exactly?" the cheerleader
questioned. "Besides turning her into a dominating, Cordelia-obsessed bitch
with lesbian tendencies."
Sighing in exasperation, Giles opened the book and started leafing
through it. "That's what I'm about to find out... Ah! Here's the chapter
I'm looking for."
CHAPTER XXVIII - Xargos Demon
The Xargos demon is the only sentient inhabitant of the Xargos dimension
(from which it gets its name) and is entirely composed of slime.
This creature is very rare in our dimension and the combined sightings
of this demon on the earthly plane can be counted on two hands. However,
each of these sightings has made a great impact on those who encountered
the demon.
A Xargos demon wields great strength in its frightening body, and
despite its plumb and ungainly appearance it has much greater speed than an
ordinary human. If you are unlucky enough to encounter one of these fierce
creatures, and you are unable to escape, then know that the only sure way
to kill a Xargos demon is to cut off its head and then burn both head AND
body. If either the head or body remains intact for an extended period of
time then the demon is able to grow a new head/body. Which basically means
that cutting of its head, and then neglecting to do anything with the body
parts, could result in having to deal with TWO Xargos demons at a later
time.
A word of warning to those battling the Xargos demon: beware the slime
that spews from its mouth!
An important fact about the Demon is that it has the ability to spit out
a slime that works as a destructive acid against most other species of
demons... the effect it has on humans is quite different however:
Strangely enough, it is reported to have an effect somewhat similar to that
of a powerful love potion/spell, but WITH the added effect that the
infected person's strength and agility will be gradually increased to
several times that of a normal human. And unlike a love potion/spell the
effect of the slime is practically irreversible.*
Several documents recounting the effects of the slime on the "victims"
of the Xargos demon describe their behaviour thusly: Once infected with the
slime of the demon, the subject will appear normal right up until the point
that he/she encounters the very first person that he/she has strong
feelings for. Once that happens, these feelings (even those deeply hidden)
will begin to surface until they are released in their full uninhibited
intensity... and the stronger these feelings become the more compelled the
infected person will be to act on them.
In the few documented cases these feelings usually consisted of a very
strong dislike/hatred or of a very strong attraction/love. However,
whether it is hate or love that the victim of the slime is feeling, once
he/she has had physical contact with the focus of their feelings then these
feelings will remain strong and guide his/hers actions until one of them
dies.
BEWARE: The infected person's increased strength combined with his or
hers obsessive
behaviour can create extremely dangerous situations. Such a person
should be handled with great care while searching for an antidote!*
*See for the ONLY known antidote: "Magister Montro Mentalla's Magical
Antidotes, Volume IV"
"Damn, that thing is ugly!" Cordelia muttered while peering over the
watcher's shoulder at the picture of the demon. "If anyone ever needed an
emergency visit from the Avon lady, it's him." The cheerleader shook her
head in disgust. "So where's this "Magister somethingsomething Magical
Antidotes, Volume IV" book that's mentioned here?"
"I have no idea," Giles replied, deep in thought. "Unfortunately, I
only have the volumes one, two and three."
Looking at the watcher, Cordelia raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow.
"Why, what happened? Forgot to pay your membership fee for the Creepy and
Obscure book-of-the-month club?"
*****
'Maybe I was a bit too hard on her,' Buffy thought to herself for the
67th time in the last 15 minutes. After diner she'd gone back to her room
to think some more about Cordelia Chase, and what her next step should be
with her somewhat reluctant lover. 'Okay, so my pet cheerleader needed an
attitude adjustment, but I could have easily settled for another
barebottomed spanking instead of whipping that amazing ass of hers raw.'
Throwing Mr. Gordo in the air, Buffy watched the stuffed pig twirl
around a few times before its nose touched the slightly discoloured spot on
the ceiling she was aiming for, and then drop down into her arms again.
'Sure, Cordy can be a real bitch, but let's be honest here -- so can I...
And she's been pretty cool so far about the lesbian thing between us, which
is kinda new to us both; she deserves some consideration points just for
that.'
Parking Mr. Gordo on her belly, the Slayer stretched her arms above her
head and sighed. 'Besides, if I'm gonna be totally honest here then I also
have to admit that Cordy was sorta entitled to be pissed off about me
ending it with her and Michael. After all, I never actually told her that
I wanted anything more then just sex from her, so it shouldn't have come as
a big shocker that Miss May Queen figured she was free to go out with
Michael and let him sample her goodies...'
Sitting up so quickly that Mr. Gordo got catapulted to the other side
of the room, she said to herself, "Let's face it, Buffy: You're gonna have
to find a way to make it up to her."
The blonde pursed her lips and considered what to do... 'I know! I
just need to make her see that the end of her relationship with Michael is
actually the beginning of something much better: a real relationship
between the two of us. Not just sex. And the best way to show her that I
mean business is to take her out on a date: dinner, movie, dancing, the
whole enchilada!'
Happy with her decision and the prospect of taking the beautiful
brunette out on a date, Buffy bounced over to the phone and reserved a
table for two on eight o'clock, Saturday evening in Sunnydale's finest
restaurant. In any other town, calling one day in advance would probably
have been too short notice to get dinner reservations in a quality
restaurant, but due to Sunnydale's high mortality rate and its citizen's
lack of enthusiasm to go out after dark, there was still a table available.
Who knew that living in the murder capital of the U.S.A. had benefits
aside from the cheap housing?
After making the dinner reservation, Buffy dialled Cordy's number to
inform her of their plans. She frowned when no-one picked up. Cordelia
isn't the kinda person who lets her phone ring repeatedly without rushing
to pick it up. So no answer could only mean that the cheerleader was out.
The question is: where? Unfortunately, she didn't have Cordy's mobile
number, which would have made finding out a whole lot easier.
'She wouldn't dare to keep her date with Michael, would she?' The blonde
considered this for a moment, before shaking her head. 'Nah, not even
Cordy would have the nerve for that... and even if SHE did, I'm pretty
sure Michael doesn't.'
The Slayer perked up when the obvious answer occurred to her. 'I know!
She's probably out bronzing. It's not like there's much else to do in this
town.'
After changing into one of her most seductive outfits, Buffy headed out
for the Bronze. As her pace quickened into a fast jog, the blonde kept
herself busy by mentally planning out her date with Cordy. Buffy felt sure
that if she shows the cheerleader a really good time on their date she'll
become a lot more affectionate. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she
pictured how "affectionate" Cordelia might be after a great date together.
The blonde Slayer felt as if her life was finally coming together.
'It's incredible how much difference it makes to have someone to love in
your life. I can really see a future for Cordy and me... Sure, she might
need a little convincing to show her that I'm perfect for her. And God
knows that girl needs a strong hand more than anyone else on this planet...
but considering that I'm more then happy to provide Cordelia with all the
discipline she needs, that's not a problem.'
Buffy grinned to herself. 'Nope, that's REALLY not a problem, since
Cordy enjoys getting her butt tanned about as much as I enjoy giving it to
her... which just proves that we're made for each other!"
The Slayer shook her head in amazement. 'Whoa... I'm really starting
to fall for her. There's just so much about her I love. Besides the
obvious, like her incredible beauty and body, there's her quick wit, her
loyalty, her stubbornness and her intelligence... She isn't the
onedimensional, ditzy, fashion-obsessed valleygirl a lot of people take her
to be.'
*****
"... So after headbutting her, I kicked that blonde bitch in the shins
and ran off," Cordelia triumphantly finished her story. "And that's how I
managed to purchase this beautiful, black silk number from the March
Madness Sale at Sax's."
After pouring another generous splurge of scotch into his tea, Giles
made to put away the silver flacon. Looking at the cheerleader he promptly
changed his mind and took a long swallow from the flask before putting it
aside. 'That's better!' he considered, feeling somewhat strengthened.
"That was a... fascinating tale, Cordelia. However, I fail to see the
relevance it has to our current situation."
The cheerleader shrugged. "I just thought I'd brighten the mood a bit,
since our research is getting us nowhere."
Giles sighed. 'I'm sure that deep down she means well,' he told himself
again. Putting as much reassurance in his voice as he could, he said, "I'm
sure we'll find a way to cure Buffy eventually... it's just going to take
a little time."
Cordelia silently contemplated the watcher's words. Wondering if a cure
still existed, and in case it does: will Giles be able to find it?
'Probably, Giles is great at figuring out stuff like this. Knowing him
he'll have Buffy back to normal before the end of next week.' Surprisingly,
this didn't cheer her up the way she thought it would. 'I wonder what
she'll be like after she gets cured...Will she remember what happened
between us, or is she gonna go all amnesiagirl like Xander after his little
stint with hyena-possession. And what if she remembers... Will that
really change anything between us, besides the obvious awkwardness we're
gonna feel towards each other, or will we just go back to ignoring one
another like nothing happened -- the Sunnydale way of dealing with things?'
Cordelia frowned. 'And which would *I* prefer? A Buffy who dislikes and
ignores me, or a Buffy who... loves me...?'
"Ugh!!" The cheerleader threw her hands up in disgust. "All this
thinking and worrying is gonna give me wrinkles!" she exclaimed. She then
noticed Giles staring at her. "Uh... sorry, did you say something?"
"I just said that research will go a lot quicker if the others help out;
especially Willow is good at finding things out with that contraption of
hers."
"Nuh-uh!" Cordelia quickly nixed that idea. "I don't want any of the
others to know about my little "situation" with Buffy."
"Really, Cordelia," Giles said, sounding somewhat exasperated. "I
understand that this is a rather awkward situation for you, but it's of the
utmost importance that we find a solution as soon as possible - time being
of the essence here."
"I'm very much aware of that," the cheerleader coolly replied. "Believe
me: if anyone wants
to find a quick solution to this mess it's ME! You think I enjoy being
Buffy's little sexslave?!" she questioned irately. 'Yes, you do.' a
nagging, little voice inside her head said. 'SHUT UP!' Cordelia told that
little voice.
"Please." Giles held out a calming hand. "I'm not implying anything
except that we could really use the others' help while searching for a way
to cure Buffy. And I'm sure that Xander, Willow and Oz will use the utmost
discretion concerning your... newly formed relationship with Buffy."
For a long moment, Cordelia considered the watcher's words then
stubbornly shook her head. "Aren't you, like, the number one watcher guy
in the world who knows all these old languages and ancient texts, and who's
got thousands of musty old books about demons, vampires and ghouls
practically memorized? Isn't that why they choose you to be Buffy's
watcher? So I really don't see why we need the others. Somehow, I can't
picture Oz's research skills and Xander's donut-fetching skills unlocking
the secret to Buffy's cure, and I seriously doubt that Willow is gonna find
an antidote for Xargos demon slime lying around on the internet."
The brunette took a deep breath and continued, "Besides, I remember you
telling Buffy that in the good old days, Slayers weren't allowed to have
friends because it distracted them from their calling. So normally you'd
have to do the research job on your own anyway." Feeling she'd got her
point across, Cordelia issued the librarian a triumphant look.
Giles smiled slightly. "Good point, well put," he acknowledged, "but
these aren't normal circumstances, and--"
"No, because under normal circumstances, I would've had Psycho-blonde
thrown in a reformatory already, where she belongs, and I'd be telling my
story on Sally Jessie right about now," Cordelia commented.
Rubbing his temples, Giles let out another deep sigh. "What I'm trying
to say is that under normal circumstances this could already be considered
a dangerous situation, but with a Slayer involved..." The watcher shuddered
a little. "Let's just say that things could get really bad. We have to
tell the others. Not just so they can help us researching a cure, but also
so they're forewarned about Buffy's condition."
Cordelia made a face. "Well, I'd still prefer it if we kept the
Scoobies out of this. It's bad enough that I had to tell you; I *really*
don't want anyone else to know that I'm Buffy's bitch and are required to
service her slit on a daily basis."
*****
The second she entered the Bronze, Buffy was on the lookout for
Cordelia. However, after wasting several minutes trying to find the
cheerleader in the throng of people, she became aware that even with her
enhanced eyesight it was difficult to spot a particular person in the dark
and crowded club.
Considering what to do, the Slayer finally decided that the quickest and
easiest way to search the busy nightclub was from above. So she swiftly
climbed the catwalk and started pacing back and forth while gazing down
into the crowd.
Buffy right away detected Xander, Willow and Oz sitting at their usual
table but Cordelia wasn't with them -- not that she'd expected the
cheerleader to sit with her friends, of course, but it would have been nice
if she did. After looking around some more, she suddenly spotted the
cheerleading squad, sitting together like they usually do. Her heartbeat
increased as she checked out the cheerleaders' individual faces while
searching for the familiar features of her lover... Disappointment flooded
her system when she failed to detect her beloved brunette among the group
of girls. Squinting her eyes she tried to get a better look, but
eventually had to admit to herself that Cordelia just wasn't there.
After pouting for a while, the blonde eventually came to the conclusion
that she's not going to find Cordy standing way up here. Climbing back
down again, Buffy hesitated for a moment before heading over to the
cheerleader's table, which she considered to be the most likely place to
find out about Cordy's whereabouts; unfortunately it was also the place
where she least of all wanted to be. In fact, she'd rather face a pack of
rabid vampires than this particular pack of cheerleaders. 'Oh well, the
things you do for love...'
As she got closer, Buffy noticed that the cheerleaders and their dates
were excitedly talking among each other. 'Looks like the hens have found
some new tasty bit of gossip to cackle about,' she thought amused.
'Mmmm... they seem really into it, so it must be good. I wonder who the
poor bastard is whose reputation is being shredded right now.' Buffy tried
using her slayer-hearing to listen in on their conversation but the loud
music made that impossible.
When she neared the Alpha girls' table, one of them saw her coming their
way and elbowed the girl next to her, urgently whispering and pointing in
her direction; the other girl repeated this with the girl sitting next to
her, and so on... Soon most of the cheerleaders where either staring at
her or busy whispering with each other.
'What's their fucking problem?!' Buffy thought irritably. When she
finally reached their table all the cheerleaders had stopped talking
(something she'd always considered to be physically impossible) and were
staring at her with smug smiles on their faces.
With an increasing sense of suspiciousness and dread, Buffy glanced
around the table at the circle of self-satisfied faces pointed her way.
The Slayer waited for someone to speak... but when almost a minute passed
without anyone saying a word, she quickly got tired of playing mute.
"Hey..." she shot the cheerleaders her brightest smile, "have any of you
girls seen Cordy around?"
Buffy's smile faltered a bit when her question was met with total
silence. "Or have any idea where she could be right now?" she tried again.
This time her question was greeted by several giggles and snickering
from the group of girls. Any trace of a smile on Buffy's face was now
gone. Clenching her fists at her side, the Slayer resisted the almost
overpowering urge to slap the superior looks of those smug bitches' faces.
"Is there something funny I'm missing here?" she asked through clenched
teeth.
The cheerleaders glanced at each other, looking like they were
desperately trying not to laugh.
"Hey, Buffy!" Harmony suddenly called out. "You think you could maybe
sing all verses of The Star Spangled Banner for us? Then we might tell you
were to find Cordy."
Buffy looked on with astonishment as the entire group burst into
laughter at that very lame "joke". 'What the fuck?! Was THAT suppose to
be *funny*?!'
"Does this mean that neither of you wants to tell me where Cordelia is?"
The Slayer watched stoically as the cheerleaders and their dates started
laughing even harder... for about fifteen seconds, then she was pretty
much fed-up with it.
Unclenching her fists, she grabbed the underside of the table and lifted
it up: spilling the numerous drinks and bowls of pretzels that littered the
table onto the cheerleader's dresses and into the laps of their dates.
A satisfied smile appeared on the blonde's lips when the cheerleaders &
jocks annoying laughter turned into cries of dismay accompanied by several
loud curses. "There ya go! Not so funny now, is it?!"
Letting the table drop back to the floor with a loud, resounding thump,
Buffy looked around triumphantly while casually wiping her hands. The
Slayer then searched around the table, glancing at the several shocked
faces staring back at her until she spotted Harmony.
Reaching over and grabbing the front of Harmony's outfit, she pulled the
blonde cheerleader towards her and slowly lifted her off her feet. "Now,
let's try this again: Where's Cordelia?"
"Hey! Listen up, you blonde freakshow..." Harmony's date, a big burly
football player, had overcome his initial shock and stomped over to her in
the most threatening manner he could manage. "I don't know what the fuck
you're on, but if you don't get your hands off my date right now, I will--"
"No, I will," Buffy calmly replied while directing her left fist into
the football player's face, knocking him back unconscious into his seat.
With a jovial smile on her face, Buffy once again turned her attentions to
Harmony and shook the blonde back and forth a bit. "Cordelia. Where...
is... she?"
"I DON'T KNOW!!" Harmony squeaked. "Last time I spoke with her she
called me from her house."
Buffy issued the blonde a suspicious look. "When was that?"
"A-About three hours ago!" the cheerleader gasped.
'That must have been right after I left,' Buffy concluded. Glancing up
at Harmony, she shook her a bit more for good measure. "And what did you
two talk about exactly?"
"N-Nothing much... about clothes and school... the usual."
"Don't - Fucking - Lie - To - ME!" Buffy bit out, shaking the blonde
back and forth with every word.
"SHE SAID YOU TOOK YOUR CLOTHES OFF IN THE GYM AND SANG ALL VERSES OF
THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER!!!" Harmony hurriedly called out.
"WHAT?!!"
'That fucking BITCH!!'
With effort, Buffy managed to push down the anger she could feel boiling
up inside her.
"Ohhhhh! NOW I get your little Star Spangled Banner joke!!" Buffy
dropped Harmony back in her seat. "Ha Ha! Very funny!" She shot a
penetrating glare at the each of the cowering cheerleaders. "If I hear any
of you repeat that bogus rumour, your daddy's gonna have to pay for a
SECOND nose-job! Got that?!"
The cheerleaders and their dates collectively nodded their agreement.
They looked like they're considering ducking beneath the table for cover,
and would have, if Buffy hadn't just demonstrated why that isn't such a
good idea.
"Um, Buffy?"
The moment she heard someone behind her say her name, the Slayer twirled
around and raised her fists. She relaxed somewhat when she saw Willow, Oz
and Xander standing there.
"Hey, guys!" she cheerfully greeted them; as if nothing out of the
ordinary was going on and she hadn't just turned over a table onto a flock
of cheerleaders.
The three Scoobies smiled tentatively at the Slayer... or at least two
of them did: Oz more looked like he's watching some TV-show he isn't
particularly interested in but couldn't be bothered to change the channel.
Willow followed up by giving the blonde an awkward, little wave. "Hi,
Buffy!"
"Buffster!" Xander cheerfully called out while casually stepping behind
Oz, getting ready to use the (current) redhead as a human shield in case
Buffy felt like throwing a couple more punches.
"Hey," Oz said. Nodding at the dishevelled cheerleading squad, he
questioned, "What's up with the slightly rumpled Alpha girls?"
Buffy glanced behind her, then shrugged. "Oh... nothing much. We got
into a little argument, so I turned the table on them."
"Don't you mean: turned the tables?" Willow corrected.
"No."
"Oh!" the redhead said, her eyes widening as she stared at the large
wooden table.
Feeling a bit more relaxed, Xander glanced around him and suddenly
noticed that half the people in the Bronze were watching them. "Okay, not
that I don't enjoy watching a good catfight," he said. "But does anybody
else notice that we... well, mostly Buffy, are drawing more attention than
the band. Sure, the band pretty much sucks, but still..."
Oz calmly looked around and nodded. "If I remember correctly: club
rules are that after you turn over a table and punch someone out, it's time
to finish your drink and call it a night."
The Scooby Gang quickly made their way to the exit, and got into Oz's
van.
Driving away, Oz first headed for Buffy's house since her place is
closest by. Glancing to his right, he saw that the Slayer was quietly
staring out the window. "Did I hear you say you were looking for
Cordelia?" he asked conversationally.
The second Cordelia's name was mentioned, the blonde seemed to undergo
an immediate transformation. She suddenly perked up and looked at him
expectantly. "Yes, I am!" Buffy said excitedly, "Any idea where she is?"
Oz shrugged. "Devon mentioned earlier at the Bronze that he saw her car
in the school's parking lot. So I suppose she could--"
"Stop the car!" Buffy called out without even waiting for Oz to finish
his sentence.
Raising an eyebrow, the young werewolf showed some mild surprise at the
Slayer's request but stepped on the break without any questions.
Before the van came to a complete halt, Buffy had already stepped
outside and closed the door behind her. "Thanks for the ride, Oz! I'll
walk the rest of the way," she called through the open car window, and then
waved goodbye at Willow and Xander. "'Night, guys! I'll see you
tomorrow."
About two seconds later, the Slayer disappeared into the darkness while
the two passengers of the van gawked after her (Oz meanwhile checked his
fuel gauge and considered refilling his tank tomorrow).
"Okay, this is getting beyond weird!" Xander called out while staring in
the general direction the Slayer had gone. "I can think of only one
logical reason why Buffy keeps ditching us for Cordelia: She must be in
serious danger... of becoming an honorary member of the Cordettes. We
should tell Giles about this and implore him to put an end to this
madness." He looked at the other occupants of the van for support.
Oz merely shrugged while Willow nodded fervidly. "I suggest we speak to
Giles first thing in the morning," she said. "Maybe he knows what's
causing Buffy's strange behaviour."
"I'm guessing MAJOR case of PMS," said Xander.
*****
It was already past midnight when Cordelia left the library behind her
and headed for the students parking lot. The cheerleader wasn't in the
best of moods. Eventually, after Giles pointed out what could happen if,
for example, Xander would to make some kinda sexual advance at her with
Buffy present (very likely trigger a violent response from the Slayer),
she'd finally given in and granted the watcher her consent to fill the
others in.
'So by tomorrow the entire Scooby gang will be in the know about me and
Buffy... That's just great! Just when I thought dating Xander Harris
would be my absolute low point of High school humiliation, it seems I have
yet to hit rock bottom.'
"Fuck!" she exclaimed loudly, angrily kicking an empty soda-can away.
This just showed how distressed she felt. Because under normal
circumstances, she would never have risked damaging her expensive Gucci
shoes with such a pointless act. 'Could my life possibly get anymore
fucked up than this?!'
Of course, it's never a good idea to ask yourself that question...
especially when you're living in Sunnydale CA.
"Why so upset, Cordelia?" a honey-sweet and eerily familiar voice behind
her unexpectedly inquired. "Has Versace announced that they're only going
to be producing men's wear from now on?"
Her blood seemed to turn to ice as she recognized to whom that voice
belonged. And ice instead of blood would not be so bad right about now,
because that voice belongs to Angel. Or rather his evil counterpart:
Angelus.
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