Another Enters

Their heads were all turned when a loud foot-step came. There she was. The Slayer. Buffy stood proud, tall, angry, pissed, and confused at the fact that she saw herself, her mother, two versions of her sister and a nerd engaged in a heated orgy.

"The First," she hissed.

The Three First's, Dawn, Buffy and Joyce stood. Buffy realized that the girl on the floor WAS her real sister: "Dawn... How could you?"

"Sorry," said Dawn, genuinely apologizing and self-hating, but still smelling of pleasure and pussy-juices. "I don't know..."

"I guess I'll have to find out."

The Slayer's clothes dropped to the ground, and with an athletic jump, landed onto herself. The First-Buffy and Buffy thrashed like mad, even an eternal being like the First surprised at how hungrily Buffy was acting.

The two Dawn's and the two Buffy's were making out side by side as Joyce fingered herself and Andrew beat off like a mad man, the incredible site to bizarre and erotic to pass up.

After the First disapeared with promises of a temporary peace, Andrew and Dawn walked alone through the halls trying to figure things out. "So I'm a pervert," sighed Dawn. "An incestuous pervert."

"I'm sorry... Not really..." he said. "You're one hell of an incestuous pervert! A damn great one!"

She giggled as he laid a confident and friendly kiss on her nose. "Now how about you say we go wake up Buffy? We're not letting her get off that easy," he said.

Dawn smiled. Being with Buffy had been the best part of the night, for her. They tip-toed into her bed room where she rested calmly. They both crawled in, under the covers, placing a simeltanious kiss on either side of her neck.

And that's when she screamed and practically chopped the hell out of them as she woke up.

And that's exactly when Andrew and Dawn realized the second Buffy to enter the room earlier that night was still the First.