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Xander didn't know what was going on but he knew something was wrong. He and everyone else had been sleeping on the floor of the Magic Box during business hours. And to make everything else weirder than usual he seemed to be the only one who knew who he was. So obviously some magical fuckery had happened. And as usual magic didnt work right on him.

Everyone was walking around like blank slates, like a piece of them was missing. Which, duh, no memory. But not him tho. No, he was fine.

Actually... he felt better than fine. He hadn't felt this good since... since being possessed by a hyena's primal spirit a couple years ago. He felt strong, sure of himself, he felt... he felt right. He made a mental note to keep an eye out for any behavior that would be like when he was devolving the first time he had been possessed by the primal.

Still, his confidence must show in how he carried himself because he'd caught all the lovely ladies of the Scoobs giving him a once over when they thought he wasn't looking. He thought for a second that it might be the love spell come again given every woman in the building was looking at him but after a minute of thought Xander dismissed that idea. No one was throwing themselves at him, talking about love and being made for each other.

No way was he unlucky enough to have a return of the love spell as well as a return of the primal spirit. At the same time. He was unlucky not cursed.

It was probably just the fact that he was the only one not acting scared. Yup. That was probably it. Chicks dig confidence. He was confident and the girls were digging it. And why wouldnt they? He was an Alpha Male... they were picking up his vibes.

It was a real thrill to have Buffy, without any of her 'just a friend' baggage, finally giving him a look with her 'fuck me' eyes? Hot damn, he'd waited years to see those eyes turned his way.

Buffy's little sister Dawn, who wasnt quite so little anymore, was sitting opposite him and trying her best to show off her boobs everytime he looked her way. Dawn was pulling her shirt tight against her frame or craddling her breasts between her arms and squeezing them together.

His bestest buddy in the world, Willow, was wearing his jacket, same as before they'd all been hit with whatever magic whammy. Only now she was burrowing into it and surreptitiously taking deep breaths in, savoring his scent from the jacket. Occasionally she would pivot her stare from Xander to Tara beside him and blushed a bright red as she looked at the woman she now forgot she loved.

A then there was Tara, who'd woken up all but lying atop him from when they fell asleep and since then she'd stayed practically glued to his side. Which he wasn't going to complain about. If a curvy babe like Tara wanted to press up against him? Timidly squash her big boobs against his side? He was all for it.

But the best bit had to be that Anya, his Anya, former patron saint of scorned women wasn't throwing an epic shit fit about it. She wasn't jealously watching the others, terrified he was going to like them more than her. She was over behind the store's counter with a cute frown on her face as she tried to remember anything about herself. So far the only thing that she could recall and had bluntly told the group was that she liked orgasms and thought he'd make her orgasm proficiently. Typical Anya really.

There was also Giles and Spike. Fuck thoose two beta males.... Xander shook his head. That might have been the primal side of him talking. But it wasnt exactly wrong thinking. Giles was just an English gentleman and Spike was still a vampire but seemed to be reverting personality wise into whatever he was before becoming a vampire which was... a frightened Englishman from the 1880s or thereabouts. So basically two useless Englishmen.

Xander shook his head, he was the only one who knew anything about everything. And he wasn't exactly their foremost thinker.

So what was he supposed to do? Should he say something and try and lead the Scoobs to solve the problem? Or sit tight and wait and see if the magical fuckery sorted itself out?