Buffy isn't the only one screwing up

The Host had been watching the events between the slayers and his special little bimbo unfold, he hadn’t planned for her to take both of them under her control so fast but Faith’s new found gullibility had made her far easier to manipulate and would now mean Candi could direct her destiny. He hadn’t planned for her to do anything with Buffy directly he wanted that to come through Faith making her demise seem sweeter and bigger in the demon network ratings.

He now switched his attention from the two dazed and confuse slayers currently sitting quietly and confused watching one of the porn channels to Tara and Anya.
Anya had just returned to her room, her hair was now a peroxide blonde dye job similar to Spike’s, her nails were now blood red plastic talons which were making it very difficult for her to use her hands for simple tasks, her lips had already been permanently painted the same red as her nails heavy layers of eye shadow and blusher had also been permanently caked onto her face.

Tara was already in the room standing naked at the closets looking through the one at the end of the full wall line.

“Looking for more clothes.” Anya asked trying to make a fist but with no success thanks to her new nails.

Tara didn’t answer.

“Your mad at me.” Anya blurted out, “Ok so I made a little change to you and given you didn’t do anything to me but well.” Anya stopped for a moment, “Well you wouldn’t even consider having a guy in here to help me out so I did what I had to do to make you see sense.”

“Willow said you were selfish I didn’t believe you were that bad but guess she was right.”

“So I made them make you like guys they were probably going to be doing that anyway I just needed it to happen a bit sooner.”

“They didn’t.”

“Didn’t what.”

“Make me like men, just horny for them, my body craves them like you’re craving cum but I’ still a lesbian.”

“So any chance your going to want to satisfy that craving.”

“Anya!” Tara yelled throwing the shoe she was holding at her, her eyes welling up, ”God I hate this place making us into some sex starved sluts, I hate wanting cock and….and the reason I can’t get comfortable in any of the clothes I’ve been trying to wear is because of you in that stupid guessing game they made us play I can only wear the trashy costumes in this closet.” She said holding up a slutty cheerleader outfit in one hand and what look like a nurses outfit in the other, “And now I have my ‘friend’ trying to make me change faster, I mean did you ever stop and think maybe your addiction wasn’t just limited to men.”

Tara threw the two costumes she was holding down and went to the bedroom slamming the door shut.

Anya was left standing in the room, still feeling her ‘need’ growing’ and now feeling rather guilty for what she had done to Tara.