Willow: Goddess of Slayers

"Willow, c'mon baby time to wake up," Kennedy said shaking her girlfriend.

Willow only reluctantly joined the awake and aware as she had been in the middle of an amazing erotic dream. The Slayers were all sparing and keeping score by stripping. Kennedy had been the first one eliminated and spent the rest of the fight with her face buried in between Willow's legs.

"Wha d'ya want?" she asked sleepily.

"Buffy decided she wanted you to hang around during our sparing today."

"Really? Why?"

"I don't know. Because you're best friends?"

The red headed with realized that it was a little odd that such good friends needed an excuse to hang out with each other. "I'll be right down."

When she arrived the entire group was standing there as though waiting for her. In fact Buffy began as soon as she shut the door.

"I've got a great new training regime that just came to me last night. Strip sparring. Each point is one article of clothing removed. I figure no shoes so no stepping on each others feet to cheat. Socks count as one piece of clothing. You're naked you're eliminated and then find a new sparring partner."

More amazing than to Willow than Buffy suggesting this was the matter of fact way all the new Slayers took it.

Willow had the sudden image of Buffy stripping off her shirt and bra and was amazed to see Buffy do just that.

"Whatcha doin' B?" The two senior slayers didn't take part in the junior Slayers training, acting instead as teachers.

Buffy blinked. "It just seemed like the thing to do."

Willow took the chance to test what was happening. She visualized Faith speaking.

"Good point B, don't want the kiddies thinkin' we got them doing stuff we aren't wiling to do," and she started stripping.

Now one of the more loud mouth Slayers, Rona. "So the losers get to freeze their asses off. What does the winner get?"

Willow nearly fainted and she sat down hard as the scene played out exactly as she visualized it.