They get Willow a present

Dawn thought about it a moment. She’d been too focused on her mission to pay much attention to the other girls in the building, but thinking back on it some of them had been mouthwateringly gorgeous. “Who do you have in mind?” she asked.

“Every girl in the dorm, eventually,” replied Tara, anxious with a new convert’s zeal to spread Willow worship – and to spread women’s legs in Willow worship. She licked her lips in anticipation. “But we don’t have time for all that right now. But the hottest girls in the dorm live just two doors down. They’re both straight as arrows—”

“Not for long,” interrupted Dawn, tapping the box.

“Not for long,” Tara agreed. “Come on. Time for you to meet Ingrid and Jenny.”

Willow’s acolytes walked down the hall and knocked on a door with the names “Aziz, Jennifer” and “Hansen, Ingrid” stenciled neatly on a cardboard sign decorated with theatrical masks and ballerinas. Someone had drawn an Ehrlemeyer flask in a ballerina’s outstretched hand. “Jenny’s a dance/chemistry double major,” Tara explained, and Dawn nodded as if she cared. All that really concerned her was how hot these girls were. When a gorgeous blonde with shoulder-length curly hair and the most amazing blue eyes answered Dawn decided this detour was definitely worthwhile.

“Hey, Ingrid,” Tara said brightly. “Is Jenny in?”

Ingrid pouted. “So I’m just a doorman? Alas, I am forever fated to play Cinderella to my ugly step-sister. When, oh when will a handsome prince invite ME to the ball?”

Dawn’s eyes bugged out. This woman was cute, but obviously crazy. When she heard laughter coming from inside the room, echoed by Tara’s own, she realized that she was the victim of an inside joke. “Let the girl in, you ham!” shouted a voice from inside. Tara and Dawn stepped inside and Dawn realized just how good Tara’s idea for a present really was. Jenny was like a negative print of Ingrid – the same short curly hair, the same tall, leggy, busty build – these girls looked like Rockettes – but Jenny was as dark as Ingrid was pale. Ebony skin and deep black eyes contrasted so perfectly with Jenny’s pale complexion.

“Ugly step-sister?” Dawn asked.

“The Step Sisters is one of my dance teams,” Jenny explained. “As for the ugly bit, this pasty thing is just jealous.” Ingrid laughed and Dawn felt a twinge of jealousy. The way they teased each other but so obviously got along they seemed like sisters – maybe twins. Dawn had never had that kind of relationship with Buffy – the Slayer was too much older. She wished the monks who’d created her had made her closer to Buffy instead of a child in need of protection. What had been necessary to protect the power of the Key from Glory didn’t make for the best family dynamic. Still, she was here to do a job.

“Actually I wanted to talk to both of you,” Tara said. “Dawnie here – she’s Buffy’s little sister, by the way – brought something over that you’ve just GOT to see.” Tara closed the door and Dawn recognized her cue. She pulled out the box and when the roommates leaned over for a closer look, she opened it up. Light filled the room.

The roommates stared, locked into place by the golden light. “What—what’s happening?” Ingrid asked, a look of confusion on her face.

“The Light will explain,” Tara replied. You know the answer. Just accept it.”

“It’s telling me I’m a lesbian…” Jenny said, “but that’s not true. I’m totally straight.” Willow’s acolytes smiled as she continued less certainly “Right?”

“Well let’s think about that,” said Dawn. “Does the idea of Ingrid here ripping off your panties and ramming her tongue up your pussy disgust you… or excite you?”

Jenny knew what the answer should be… she should be repulsed by the notion. Somehow she couldn’t say that. Instead she felt herself getting wet. “I… I guess I am a lesbian,” she admitted. After hearing Ingrid moan with desire, “I guess we’re lesbians,” she amended.

Jenny’s eyes began to glow with the same light as the orb. If she’d been able to look away from it she’d have seen Ingrid’s eyes doing the same. “What else is the Orb telling you?” Tara asked, her voice breathy with excitement.

“That Willow is a Goddess. That I worship Willow. That we all must worship Willow,” Jenny said.

“But I’m a Lutheran,” Ingrid objected. Even to her the objection sounded weak.

“Imagine the face of God,” Tara told her. “Do you see an old man with a white beard, or a beautiful redhead who radiates sex?”

Ingrid tried to imagine God, Jesus, the Buddha, even the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Every image melted into a picture of Willow, gloriously naked, guiding her true believers to the Holy of Holies, the holiest of holes. “I see Willow,” she admitted, as the golden glow in her eyes brightened. “Naked,” she added, and Jenny groaned with lust.

“And what’s our great mission in life?” Dawn asked.

The answer to that was obvious. “Spread Her worship throughout the world,” the two new acolytes answered together. Their eyes were now growing as brightly as the orb as the last shreds of their resistance faded and they dedicated their very souls to their new Goddess. The orb’s work done, it’s light faded. Free to move once again, the new worshippers looked at each other with animal lust. Leaping at each other, they tore one another’s clothes off and began ravishing one another, biting, scratching, licking…

Annoyed, Dawn stepped forward to stop them. They owed this worship to Willow, pleasuring each other should only be an afterthought. Tara put a restraining hand on her shoulder. “No, let them have this,” she instructed. “They’re best friends. Besides, they’ll serve Willow better for the practice.” Dawn nodded reluctantly. Besides, watching these two go at it was incredibly hot. She looked forward to seeing them serve their new Goddess. Tara had had a very good idea here. Dawn would have to see about getting a present of her own to offer to the new Queen of the World.