The Witch

History: Welcome to the Hellmouth proceeds mostly how it had. Buffy trusts Xander more quickly, but it doesn't yet result in any major changes.

"I really, really want to be a cheerleader," Buffy told Xander.

"Isn't Giles worried it will interfere with your Slaying?"

"Yeah, but I deserve at least some normal stuff in my life," Buffy said with a sigh. "Do you think cheerleader outfits are hot?"

"Um, yeah, of course," Xander said. He still hadn't gotten used to how open she was around him.

"I think they're hot. I'd like to get fucked in my cheerleader outfit. Is it weird that I think about having sex with more than one guy during it?"

Xander didn't say anything. He was still trying to figure out what was going on. At first he had put it down to Buffy just being a girl with no filter at all, but she only behaved that way around him. Even when Willow around Buffy suddenly dropped the **** openness.

"Hey," he said as he worked up the courage to give the gift he had picked up. "I got this for you."

"Oh, it's cute," she said as she took the locket and read the inscription, "I love you."

"Um, they all said that," he lied nervously.

"I don't believe you," she said without malice, "but I like it anyway. Thanks, Xand!"

It was at that point they met up with Willow and the conversation drifted back to the cheerleader tryouts.

-

"But I want to try out," Harmony complained to Cordelia.

Cordelia crossed her arms as she stared the other girl down, "I really don't think you are cheerleader material this year, Harmony."

"But we've always done this together."

"Yes, and that was before you ran naked through the hallways."

"But there was a body!"

Cordelia rolled her eyes, "Yeah, just keep bringing that up. Really helping your reputation to be the girl in Sunnydale who actually notices things."

"But what am I going to do?"

"It sounds like you just made a lot of new friends. I hear Percy got his fingers in your pussy."

"That was..." Harmony said. She wanted to deny it, but many people had seen her have an orgasm after getting surrounded.

"I'm busy Harm, why don't you find something else to do right now?"

-

Xander sat on the bench as he watched the tryouts. Sure, he was basically openly perving on the girls, but at least this year he could claim it was because he was there to support a friend.

Well, two friends, "Hey, Amy," he greeted as she sat beside him.

They talked for a little bit about the competition and it was clear it was getting to her. "Troubles?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm worried I'm not going to make it. Sometimes I just wish I could kill the cheerleaders in front of me."

"Hah, that's not what I'd do with them. I'd fu...nothing, nothing at all."

"Hah, you were going to say fuck," she said with a laugh. "A round of fuck, marry, kill?"

"Kind of weird to be..."

"Hush, just a bit of fun," she said as she looked around. "You know, let's do broad groups, okay? Don't need to just keep this limited."

"Okay, but give me four."

"Four?"

"Yeah, I feel like those should be the rules."

"If you want. Okay, fuck, marry, kill - cheerleaders, people who fail, teachers, and outcasts."

"We're just talking about girls here, right?"

"Of course."

"Well then..."