The Real Dawn Watches!

Dawn woke up, unable to sleep in a crowded room filled with Slayerettes. They were everywhere--on beds, on counters, on sleeping bags. Apocalypse or not, she'd be happier with a good night of sleep.

As she wandered the halls, she heard an unusual amount of activity coming from a room. Was it Kennedy and Willow? Xander and Anya? Dawn paused to get a better look.

With pure shock, she saw herself. And Buffy. And her dead mother. All three were on their knees, fighting and slapping at each other's breasts to get to Andrew's cock. Dawn immediately realized this was the work of the First and was about to run to go get Buffy.

Dawn turned away, but shockingly felt a hand grab her and pull her back in, then shutting the door. It was herself.

"Dawnie's been a bad girl," said the First-Buffy.

"I'm so ashamed of myself for watching," said First-Dawn, looking the real her straight in the eyes. "But even more ashamed for being turned on. Look at my panties, mom. They're soaking." The First-Dawn laughed as Joyce and Buffy stripped off Dawn's pants. Dawn and Andrew met eyes, both equally shocked.

It was true--Dawn was soaking wet, right through her panties. Even she was surprised that she was turned on by the sight of herself, her mother, and her sister with each other, and trying to get to Andrew.

"It's okay," said the First-Joyce, giving Dawn a kiss on the forehead and a pat on the ass. "It's natural for girls your age to feel this way. Now watch."

That was all Dawn could do as the Three First's descended upon Andrew. First-Dawn bent down, begging for anal. First-Joyce fondled her breasts. First-Buffy was kissing First-Dawn. And the real Dawn was masturbating to it all.