Buffy joins her

It was only a few minutes later when the door to the room was kicked off its hinges. Buffy, the kicker, walked onto it as she looked around the room. The rest of the gang (Xander, Willow, Tara, Anya, Spike, and Giles) filed in behind her. Except for the fact that Buffy was, as before, 8 months gone with a Sherman tank, and that Anya was idly masturbating, it might have been a textbook rescue entrance. “Where’s Dawn.” Buffy challenged.

The Demon shrugged and pointed her out, still pole-dancing. “Right there. She’s actually pretty good, but the act could definitely use some variety. How about you girls give her some assistance?” With a gesture, three more dance-poles appeared nearby.

“Oh, sure.” With a smile, Buffy hopped off the fallen door, and walked over to a pole, the other girls following happily behind.

Dawn looked on incredulously as they joined the routine. “Buffy, what are you doing? Kill him!”

Buffy was clearly confused by this. “Why would I want to do that?” With Dawn unable to answer, she simply started pole-dancing. Clearly the abilities of a Slayer were a big help in that, considering her extra load. As the other girls joined in (Willow and Tara doing a hot lesbian number together), the Demon waved his hands again, giving them all a costume change to fit in better. Buffy got a transparent silk harem outfit. Willow and Tara were put in black leather, halter tops and micro-skirts. Anya got a red sling swimsuit. All of them seemed please with the new clothes, in fact. After a few moments’ consideration, the Demon waved again and expanded all their bust lines by a cup size, which was received well by all but Dawn (who’s DDs now threatened to break her push-up bra like a thread).

“Ah,” The Demon took a seat at a convenient table. “Now that’s entertainment.”

Too right,” Spike added, grabbing a chair, turning it around to sit on it backwards. “They serve beer in this pub?”

“Could do with a brandy, myself.” Giles also included himself at the table, followed quickly by Xander.

“Sam Adams for meguuukkk…” The Demon’s hand was now wrapped around Xander’s throat.

“Excuse me,” he said in an almost civil tone. “But this is a private club. Invitation Only. You three should now leave.”

“C’mon, mate, share the wealth a bit,” Spike answered.

“Let me think. No!” Standing up, the Demon casually lifted the still-struggling Xander off his feet. “I’m planning on having an orgy later, and I HATE SLOPPY SECONDS!” With a roar, the Demon threw Xander bodily, right into Spike. Both went down in a heap. As Giles rose to the battle, he was backhanded by the Demon and went down.

“Hey!” The Demon turned at the shout. With a metallic snap, Buffy broke her dance pole free of its moorings, and in one swift motion, thrust it straight through the Demon’s chest…

Broken out of mid-routine, Dawn staggered briefly before regaining her balance. She stared in confusion as Buffy, acting like nothing was wrong, returned to dancing (using Dawn’s abandoned pole). The guys dusted themselves off and took their seats again to enjoy the show. The demon just lay in a pool of its own day-glow pink blood. Confused, Dawn demanded “Buffy, what’s going on?”

Buffy paused in her dance to shrug. “He was being greedy.”

“Typical demon, really,” Anya interjected.

“All the fun, just for him.” Buffy started dancing again. “An orgy’s no fun with just one guy.”

“I beg to differ on that,” Willow added, with a lecherous smile, leaning on the pole for balance as Tara pressed her face into Willow’s pussy.

Dawn glanced at all of them. “Fun?”

“Girls just wanna have fun. That’s our meaning in life. Lots of sex is fun.” Releasing the pole, Buffy danced her way over towards the guys.

“Oral sex is fnnnnnnuuuuughhh!” Willow came heavily, Tara making slurping sounds as she tried to take it all in her mouth…

“Sex with lots of guys is fun.” Anya, too, danced her way over to the table. As she approached, Anya singled out Spike and started giving him a lap dance, as Buffy did the same with Giles.

“Making babies is fun…” Buffy frenched with Giles briefly before turning her head to look right at Dawn. “And, most important of all, you share the fun, with anyone.”

As Dawn tried to take it in, or counter, or deny, the various make-out sessions continued. But then Xander slowly stood up and started walking over to Dawn.

she watched as he climbed the stairs. She began backing away from him when she teetered on the heels of her shoes, and fell back. She felt two thuds as she hit the floor. First as her ass made contact, then as her enlarged chest crashed onto her ribcage. She fell with an 'Ooof!' as the breth left her lungs.

"Why? The demon is dead. Why are you all still acting strange?" Dawn said as she slid herself backwards. She felt the cool wood floor on her ass.

"What do you mean Dawnie?" Willow said before grunting to another orgasm.

"Really, there's nothing unusual going on." Buffy said as she had Giles burried between her tits.

"No! It's not like this. Buffy, you're not supposed to be pregnant. Anya, you're not a slut. Trampy maybe, but not a slut. And Willow, you and Tara, well I'm not sure..." Xander was unzipping his fly. "And Xander, you would never hurt me." She had backed herself against a pole.

"Well, I'm flattered that you'd think I'm big enough to hurt you, but let's be honest here, you're the biggest slut of all of us."

"Yeah, in fact I'm suprised you're not the one pregnant." Buffy said. "You've had like a million times more sex than me."

She continued to struggle to get away as Xander came closer. His erection bobbed a few inches from her face. "Will, could you do something here? She's not being cooperative."

Willow took a deep breath and concentrated, dispite Tara's continuing tongelashing. Her eyes opened and were black. Intoning some short words there was a brief gust of wind. Looking down at Dawn she smiled. Dawn was...