Allow me

"Lemme make one wish. And if you dont like it we can change it." Cordelia finally answered him after a few minutes of just thinking.

Xander nodded happily, "Sure."

"I wish Xander's cock would automatically change shape and size to make his cock the perfect shape to make a woman orgasm." Cordelia blurted out looking nervously up at Xander.

Both of them slowly looked down at Xander's cock and notice that there wasn't any change in appearance.

"Uuuuh...?" The two drawled in unison as they looked over at Anya.

"I granted the wish." Anya shook her head. "He's just not inside a woman. You need to insert him into a vagina for him to change shape to match it."

"Aaaah." Xander and Cordy drawled as they nodded.

Xander grinned at Cordy, Cordy smirked at him.

"You know its a good thing we have superpowers otherwise we'd be too tired for round five." Cordelia said smugly as she threw a leg over Xander's crotch and straddled him.

"I wish we were chafing resistant. Unable to be rubbed raw on our private parts, ever." Xander suddenly called out.

"Good catch." Cordelia took hold of his cock and lined him up as she hovered over him.

The two groaned in unison as Cordelia sank down onto Xander's cock. Their groan changed pitch as suddenly Xander's cock changed shape and size inside of Cordelia's cunt.

Xxx

"Ok. Buffy, you shower first. And leave Faith alone." Joyce pointed the way towards the stairs.

Buffy exited by blowing a raspberry at Faith. Leaving Faith and Joyce alone in the kitchen. Faith studiously looked at the glass of water in front of her as Joyce looked at her.

With a sigh Joyce sat next Faith at the breakfast bar. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Faith whined, " No. Fuck no."

"But..." Joyce prodded. "I dont judge and nothing is taboo."

Faith groaned and let her head hang, hiding behind her hair. "I fucked up."

Joyce patted her shoulder. "I'm sure its not that bad."

Faith raised her head and shot Joyce a disbelieving look. "Sure, every dude wants a chick that gets freaky right in the middle of sex and calls him Master. That's why X looked at me like I had two heads."

Joyce rubbed a reassuring circle on Faith's back. "That was surprise, more than anything, surely. Xander is a very understanding young man. If you wanted to talk to him ab-"

"Noooope!" Faith cut Joyce off. "Hell no. Avoidance is probably best. Just give him time and let him forget."

Joyce sighed, she took a second to make sure the shower was running so that Buffy wouldnt overhear them. "You know you arent the only one..."

"One what...?" Faith asked.

"I called him Sir." Joyce blushed lightly.

Faith frowned and leaned into Joyce. "Say what?"

Joyce cleared her throat, "Did anyone ever tell you about the Halloween incident?"

Faith slowly nodded.

"Well, we all turned into our costumes. Buffy was a noblewoman. Willow a ghost. And Xander was off brand Sgt. Rock." Joyce took a quick drink of water as her throat was suddenly dry.

"I was going to the Kendall's Halloween party to try and network with people who could afford to buy the art at the gallery. The theme of the Kendall's party was sports. So I was dressed up. As a cheerleader."Joyce rolled her eyes.

"Next thing you know I'm just a stupid cheerleader alone and afraid and... well... there he was Xander Harris. Absolutely unafraid, just marching thru the chaos, large and in charge. And saving my ass."

Faith had a small smile on her face, "And then?"

"Well, poor stupid cheerleader me was on the big strong soldier like white on rice. And... y'know... things happened." Joyce waved a hand nonchalantly.

"And you called him Sir?" Faith smiled.

"I called him Sir and implied that if he wanted to 'play ball' he was most assuredly going to score a 'touchdown'." Joyce mumbled.

Faith snickered. "And then?"

"And then Willow found us and things got busy and the moment passed." Joyce said with clear relief.

"You ever talk about..." Faith trailed off.

Joyce blushed tomato red. "No. God no. To do that is to-"

"Embarassing?" Faith offered. She cheekily thru Joyce's fiest suggestion back in her face. "What happened to talking about it?"

Joyce bobbed her head. "Well, when you add in the Love Spell fiasco the fact that I can look Xander in the eye is something of a miracle."

Faith raised an eyebrow.

"I wasn't completely myself, again, and made a pretty blatant pass at him." Joyce snorted, "I hugged him from behind, tongued his ear and in a bad breathy Jessica Rabbit type voice called him Sir again and begged him to do, erm, stuff to me."

Faith snorted.

"Thankfully Cordelia stopped me before I could do anything."

Faith fought back a smile, "So how do you deal with what you said?"

Joyce sipped her water, "I tell myself that I wasnt in control of myself. And that THAT normally wouldn't happen, given who he is and who I am."

"And what do you tell Xander?"

Joyce shook her head. "Nothing, I dont bring it up. He thinks I repressed it and forgot what I did when I wasnt myself."

"That works?" Faith asked. "I just dont say shit and we're good?"

"It work for me... so far."

"But what if I want... more." Faith asked uncertainly.

Joyce slowly nodded, "yeah, I can understand that." She groaned, "When it comes to boyfriends I won't crush between my now superpowered thighs my list of available canidates is Xander... and Xander."

"Yeah." Faith glumly agreed. "And Queen C seems t'have him all sowed up."

Both women sat slumping in dejection for a second.

"You know I might not mind Queen C monopolizing Xand if I had a copy of Little X for... stress relief." Faith admitted.

Joyce let out a laugh, "I know an artist who makes metal sculptures. I wonder if she could make a cast of... Little X in iron or steel or some metal that won't break apart inside me."

Faith let out a questioning grunt.

"I broke my vibrator last week." Joyce answered quickly.

"How th' hell didya do that?" Faith gaped.

"The older a Slayer the stronger a Slayer. Apparently. And being the world's oldest Slayer..." Joyce harrumped.

"You don't look a day over thirty." Faith offered.

"Thank you. You're a good girl, Faith." Joyce patted Faith's shoulder again, making the younger woman smile.

"So how strong?" Faith asked.

"All my muscles are... ten or fifteen times stronger than they used to be. So twice as strong as you or Buffy." Joyce glanced downward to make her point. "Allll of my muscles are that strong."

"Holy shit." Faith winced.

"Yeah." Joyce nodded her head.

The moment of silence was broken as Faith snickered. "Maybe I could describe Little X to your artist friend like a police sketch artist."

"I wonder, would that work?" Joyce asked before shaking her head.

The duo laughed at the idea.