What happens next?

Interlude One -- A Sunnydale Basement

"Go at it, boy!" said the voice behind the mask. "Get the prom dress! Get the prom dress! You can do it, boy! Just grip it in your mouth! Yes, that's it!"

The vicious hell-creature balked at the masked figure's commands but in the end, it obeyed them and tore the prom dress right off of the dressmaker's dummy just like it had been asked.

The masked figure known to his classmates as Tucker Wells could not help smirking. He had long known that he could get the hell-creature to obey his commands if he tried hard enough. He had had no doubt of it. Nevertheless, it was good to see proof of it.

Of course, it would have been nice if he had been able to conjure up something really scary like a hellhound or a devilcat. But this type of creature was scary too -- in a way. And if he conjured up enough of them, he would succeed in scaring the hell out of all the girls who attended the Sunnydale High prom -- including the ones who had turned him down.

Yes, he'd get back at them all. Harmony. Cordelia. Willow. Buffy. Even that odd new girl -- what was her name? Oh, yes, Anya.

Yes, they'd all quake in their boots when he unleashed his horde of vicious, clothes-stealing, ENF-making hellbunnies.

Then he looked up in time to see his hell-creature chewing on the actual dummy.

"Stop that!" he ordered. "Bad Bugs! Bad, bad Bugs!"

Oh, well, he thought. He still had a month to fine-tune his training of them. And if he couldn't shake them of this habit by then...

Oh, well. He had wanted **** anyway. So consider this scenario a win-win situation...