Thanks to the people who read Dopeygayland and asked for more, I now give you "The Chronicles of Dopeygayland." The first three posts are the original series, retitled "Dopeygayland, The Adventure Begins." I made some minor edits, but if you already read it, feel free to skip ahead to the sequel, which will run 5-6 parts and is mostly written up. Expect posts every few days. Enjoy!
-Cameron


Title: The Chronicles of Dopeygayland
Author: tarawhipped (Cameron)
Email: tarawhipped@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy
Feedback: Love it, want it, crave it!
Distribution: Sure, just tell me where so I can visit!
Notes: Set during Doppelgangland. Anya’s spell to get her necklace back sends Willow to an alternate universe, but NOT the one from the show. Our plucky redheaded heroine discovers that things are just a wee bit different there.
Thoughts in italics.[br][br][br]
Dopeygayland, The Adventure Begins, Part 1: Welcome to Dopeygayland![br][br]
“It isn’t here!” Anya screamed and smashed down the platter, shattering it into dozens of jagged pieces.[br]
Willow ran down the hall toward the library. Just as she burst through the doors, she felt a shockwave pass through her and she lurched forward, hitting the floor hard.[br][br][br]
“I think she’s coming to.”[br]
“Whu—what happened?” Willow groaned as she sat up and opened her eyes, squinting against the bright fluorescent lights.[br]
“You fell,” Buffy’s voice called out from across the room.[br]
“Yes, thank you for stating the obvious, Buffy,” Giles chastised. “You seem to have passed out, Willow. Are you sure you’re alright, no serious damage?”[br]
Willow simply shook her head as the librarian helped her over to a chair. Wesley emerged from the office and peered intently at the girl.[br]
“Not hungry…are you? What with the fainting and all.”[br]
“I’m okay…but…it was weird…when I came through the door…it was like I hit some sort of dark mystical energy field.”[br]
Okay, why are they looking at me like that? Those are pained expressions…or disbelief…possibly condescension…and…and why does Wesley have his hands on Giles’ shoulders…and…and why is he massaging them?[br]
“We’ll look into it Willow, but perhaps you should try to get some rest.”[br]
“Giles, I’m fine, I just—BUFFY!” she shrieked, leaping out of her chair.[br]
“Jeez, Will, what?” the blonde asked, waddling over to the table and easing herself into a chair.[br]
“You…you’re…you…pregnant?”[br]
“Yeah, I got the memo—eight and a half months ago,” Buffy deadpanned. Turning to Wes and Giles she hissed, “are you sure there’s no brain damage?”[br]
“I’m fine,” Willow insisted, glancing nervously over at Giles and Wesley, who now had an arm each loosely wrapped around the other. “But clearly something weird is going on around here.”[br]
Before anyone could reply, the library doors swung open and Faith sauntered in—or waddled with attitude, since she also appeared to be about eleven months pregnant. Willow watched in stunned silence as the brunette sat down next to Buffy and kissed her.[br]
“This can so not be happening,” she muttered under her breath, strangely unable to tear her attention away from the sight of the slayers making goo-goo eyes at each other.[br]
“How…who…how,” she stammered, pointing lamely back and forth between the girls’ rotund bellies.[br]
“Give me a break, Red,” Faith grumbled, rolling her eyes. “You know this.”[br]
“She hit her head,” Buffy whispered. Faith released an exasperated sign.[br]
“Buff here wanted a kid, so Angel did us a little favor. End of story.”[br]
“But if Buffy…then why are you both—”[br]
“Dammit, Red! You know that’s…complicated.”[br]
“Complicated?!” Buffy spat. “You grabbed Angel’s dick and said ‘I gotta get me some of that too.’”[br]
“Aw, Buff,” Faith pleaded seductively. “You know you’re the only one for me…and now we’re gonna be mommies together.”[br]
Willow hurriedly turned away as the two began making out. Her face lit up with relief when she saw Oz sashay into the library, and she rushed over to him.[br]
“Oz! Thank God you’re here!”[br]
“Girlfriend!” he squealed, grabbing Willow’s hands and leaning in to air kiss both cheeks. Stepping back, he appraised her outfit with a raised eyebrow. “What are you wearing?”[br]
“Huh?” the redhead frowned, looking down at her fuzzy pink sweater with daisy trim and floral miniskirt. “Oz?”[br]
But he had already left to greet Xander at the door, looping his arms around the taller boy’s neck and resting his spiky head against the broad chest.[br]
“Hey, stud. Look at Willow—isn’t she adorable?”[br]
“What? Oh, sure,” he muttered as he extricated Oz’s arms from his neck. “Honey, could you get off my leg?”[br]
“Oh, you’re no fun,” Oz swatted his boyfriend. “Come on, big boy, don’t you want to take a ride on the Oz-mobile?”[br]
“Oz!” Xander chastised, clamping his hand over the other boy’s mouth. “Not in front of our friends,” he hissed.[br]
Willow, meanwhile, was on the verge of a complete shutdown of all mental functions, and wasn’t sure that would be a bad thing.[br]
Okay…so everything was just peachy keen a half hour ago, and then I walk in here and suddenly everybody’s gay…or pregnant…or both. Wait…am I pregnant? Am I gay? There’s no one else here to be gay with, unless…oh God…pleeeease don’t let me be gay with Cordelia. Okay, there has to be a logical explanation for this. I was just doing that creepy spell with Anya, and—[br]
“OH!” Willow exclaimed, drawing everyone’s attention to her. “The spell! Anya and I—well, it was mostly her—but this is some kind of alternate dimension…and I got sent here somehow…to this dimension…where you’re all…you know…gay.”[br]
The beaming smile on Willow’s face melted into a hurt look as everyone erupted in laughter.[br]
“Willow…that’s…oh my god…good one,” Buffy managed to get out through her tears.[br]
“You know Buffy, I could do without the Slayer sarcasm,” Willow retorted angrily. Buffy’s laughter ceased immediately and she stared at her friend.[br]
“Slayer? Me the slayer? You really did bang your head didn’t you? Just…don’t get any funny ideas.”[br]
“So then…Faith?”[br]
“Wha? No way!”[br]
“Well then who is the slayer?” Willow asked, irritated.[br]
The question was barely past her lips when she noticed all eyes turned toward the door. She spun around and saw…her.[br]
The blonde strode confidently into the room, whipping off her sunglasses and directing sparkling blue eyes at the redhead, who stood transfixed. Willow’s gaze drifted up from the black combat boots, over faded denim jeans, to the tight white v-neck t-shirt under the worn black leather motorcycle jacket.[br]
Whoa…nice boobs—boots!…nice boots…coming this way…and why is she looking at me like…that? Do I know her…I mean, not me, but the other me that’s not me…coz she looks like she knows me—I mean, the other…uh…what’s she…she’s…uh—[br]
“Hi,” Willow managed to get out before the blonde reached her. One strong arm encircled her waist, drawing her forcefully into the voluptuous body. The other hand rose to the back of Willow’s neck and pulled her into a passionate kiss.[br]
Okay…don’t panic…just because some girl you’ve never met has her tongue down your throat…and ohhhh…that’s really…uhhh…oh god…this is not my dimension…and I have to get back to…ahh…[br]
“Whoa! Hands!” Willow squeaked, breaking away and reaching back to cover her freshly groped behind. The blonde continued to leer at her in an entirely unnerving yet strangely exciting manner. Willow backed up to the table but the girl followed, leaning forward to whisper in her ear.[br]
“Miss me, baby? I like the outfit…gonna play ‘innocent schoolgirl’ with me, huh?”[br]
Willow gulped as she felt the blonde’s tongue on her earlobe. Hot lips trailed down one side of her neck and up the other before again claiming her mouth. When they retreated, Willow whimpered.[br]
“Don’t worry lover…more later…much more. I’ll see you up at your place after I patrol.” With another quick squeeze of Willow-ass, she turned to the Watchers. “So, guys…anything new on Spike and Drusilla?”[br]
“I’m afraid not, Tara,” Wesley replied. “But the fact that they’re laying low would imply that they are planning something. Do be careful.”[br]
“Always am,” Tara stated, winking at Willow before donning her sunglasses and striding back out the doors.[br]
Willow slumped against the table, clutching the end of the surface. I’m dating the Slayer? Go me—HER—go her…the other me…cause, hello! straight here…and dating straight Oz…who never kissed me like that…and…and…oh boy…I think I’m kinda gay.[br][br][br]
TBC[br][br]

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Title: The Chronicles of Dopeygayland
Author: tarawhipped (Cameron)
Email: tarawhipped@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy
Feedback: Love it, want it, crave it!
Distribution: Sure, just tell me where so I can visit!
Notes: Thoughts in italics.[br][br][br]
Dopeygayland, The Adventure Begins, Part 2: Enjoy Your Stay![br][br]
Spike twirled Drusilla around the lair, grinning evilly.[br]
“Won’t be long now, pet. Once the Slayer finds her girlfriend’s remains, she’ll be an easy mark.”[br]
“And then we’ll feast on lemon lollies,” Drusilla nonsensically proclaimed in a sing-song voice.[br]
“Whatever you desire, my sweet.”[br]
“And when the Slayer’s gone, we can kill Angel,” Dru sighed. Spike thrust his lover away angrily.[br]
“I told you never to speak his name…Andrew.”[br]
Dru stopped twirling immediately and trained cold furious eyes on Spike.[br]
“DON’T CALL ME THAT, WILLIAM,” the suddenly baritone voice yelled back.[br][br][br]
After several more assurances regarding her mental well-being, Willow took her leave of the library and went straight home, her eyes nervously darting around at the dark, deserted streets. The redhead breathed a sigh of relief upon reaching her house and finding it exactly as it should be. She called out to her parents, but they were absent as usual.[br]
Just as well…it may be a little hard to explain two Willows. I’m not sure they would buy the ‘wacky identical cousin’ story.[br]
Thirty minutes later, Willow leaned heavily against the doorframe of ‘her’ room. Between the black walls, carpet, and ceiling she hadn’t at first been able to see much, but on closer inspection…[br]
Okay, so I’m some sort of Mistress of Pain dominatrix…and apparently shop exclusively at Dungeons ‘R’ Us and Victoria’s Secret Skank…[br]
She looked again in dismay at the large wrought-iron bed placed squarely in the middle of the room, each of the four posts adorned with chains and restraints. While the bed was disturbing on its own, it was what she found on the bed that had Willow’s stomach flipping. When she’d turned on the light, the dusty silhouette was plainly visible…and clearly Willow-shaped. Her knees had gone wobbly and she’d sat down without thinking.[br]
I can’t believe I’m a vampire! Well, not me, but…that does explain the chains…and the wardrobe…but…hey, someone staked me in my own bed! That’s just…oh!…I sat on my leg, she realized, jumping to her feet and brushing dust off of her bottom. Considering her options, Willow looked to the door, then back at the bed, finally rushing forward to ball up the bedspread and stuff it into the closet. She walked to the door and leaned against the frame, where she stayed until a hand on her shoulder made her shriek and spin around.[br]
“Little jumpy, are you, lover?”[br]
Willow grimaced and smiled shyly at the blonde as she tried unsuccessfully to calm her racing heartbeat. Darkening blue eyes roamed over the redhead’s body, and Willow crossed her arms self-consciously.[br]
“Mmmm…you’ve really got the act down, sweetie. I could just eat…you…up,” Tara purred, punctuating each word as she sashayed up to the redhead and ran her hands possessively down Willow’s arms.[br]
“Look, Tara? There’s something you should know,” Willow stated as forcefully as she could, backing away from the blonde, who followed her step for step. When her legs hit the mattress and she realized she was trapped, Willow let out a small squeak. Tara pressed her body into the redhead’s, her hands caressing up the smaller woman’s sides until her thumbs could just brush the sides of Willow’s breasts. The redhead felt her legs go weak and she moaned despite herself. When she felt warm lips just below her ear, she raised her own arms to encircle the blonde’s waist.[br]
“Hmmm…you wanted to tell me something Willow?” Tara murmured into the girl’s neck, snaking one hand between their bodies to squeeze a firm breast.[br]
“Uhhh…yuh-huhhh…I’m…not…ohhhh god…Taraaa…I’M A VIRGIN!”[br]
The blonde’s head jerked back and Willow looked into sparkling blue eyes, seeing the flash of delighted surprise quickly turn to pure lust.[br]
“Oh, Willow…YESSS!” Tara growled, shoving the redhead back onto the mattress and quickly straddling her legs.[br]
Willow sat up, fully intending to protest until she felt firm hands rub up her chest and she fell back onto the bed with a whimper. As Willow gazed helplessly into heavy-lidded blue eyes, Tara gripped the neckline of the fuzzy sweater and ripped it down the middle, earning a gasp from the redhead. The blonde lifted herself to the prone girl’s side to hastily pull down the short skirt, then spread Willow’s legs to kneel between them, grinning deliciously as she ran her hands up the redhead’s tights. She pulled the leggings off in one smooth motion and threw them over her shoulders, running her tongue over parched lips as she admired her lover’s nearly nude body.[br]
“I thought you liked the outfit,” Willow mumbled lamely as she arched her back into insistent hands.[br]
“New game,” Tara stated breathlessly into the redhead’s ear as she leaned over the girl’s body. “Virgin sacrifice.”[br]
Willow felt the drip between her legs turn into a faucet at the huskily whispered words, and she shuddered in excitement. Once Tara had removed Willow’s underwear, she walked slowly around the bed, securely attaching wrists and ankles to leather cuffs. Willow gulped.[br]
“Is something wrong, sweetie?” Tara asked quietly. “Don’t you want to play?”[br]
Willow knew she should explain the situation, but as Tara shrugged off her leather jacket and peeled off her t-shirt and bra, the redhead found herself non-verbal for the first time in her life. She nodded her head enthusiastically as Tara placed a foot up on the side of the bed and began unlacing her combat boot. The redhead was salivating as she watched one, then the other removed, then the jeans…[br]
Ooh…commando![br]
Tara climbed back onto the bed and again straddled the redhead’s waist, blonde curls tickling Willow’s stomach as she rocked her hips back and forth. Hands and mouth attacked Willow’s breasts with fervor as Tara slid down to thrust against one lucky thigh.[br]
Oh…oh wow…this is…wow…hands!…hands in new places!…oh, yeah…right there…hey…come back![br]
Willow arched again in an attempt to follow the retreating digits and looked up at Tara expectantly.[br]
“Hmm…I don’t think someone’s ready to be sacrificed.”[br]
“What?! Yes I am! All with the ready…and willing…yessirree,” Willow insisted, bouncing her butt for emphasis.[br]
Tara reprimanded the eager hips with a playful slap and leaned over, letting her breasts hover just above Willow’s pouting mouth. With a grin and a lick of her lips, the redhead captured one mound in her lips, enthusiastically tonguing the nipple until it plopped out and was replaced by the other. Tara moaned and writhed as her pussy dripped onto Willow’s stomach. Pulling away from the oral attentions, she slid up Willow’s chest, then back down one leg and up the other, smearing her juices all over the redhead’s body before lifting herself off the bed to contemplate the sight in front of her.[br]
“That’s better,” she decided. “Now that you’ve been properly anointed…” she trailed off, moving to one of several black trunks along one wall. Willow stretched her head up to peek at the blonde, who rummaged through the box, looked over her shoulder, smiled sweetly, then turned to rummage some more. Willow’s eyes grew wide, remembering what she’d seen in that particular trunk.[br][br]
Fifteen minutes later…[br]
“Ahhhhh!” Willow moaned.[br][br]
Another twenty-two minutes later…[br]
“Ohhh…baby…OHHHH!”[br][br]
Still thirty-eight minutes later…[br]
“OH FUCK YES! Give it to me!”[br][br]
Two hours and nine minutes later…
“Mmpphhggrrbbblllseerfg…*pant*…uuuuh…*pant*…no…*pant*…more…*pant*[br]
Tara collapsed onto Willow and the dildo slid out with a wet plop. As racing hearts and ragged breathing returned to normal, Tara released the restraints and wrapped Willow in her arms. The redhead lazily trailed circles around one nipple with her index finger.[br]
“So, um, Tara? I probably should have said something earlier, but what with the, um, sacrificing and all…which was VERY nice…but the thing is…I’m, uh…not who you think I am…I mean, I’m…Willow…but…your Willow…who…did you know she was a vampire?…well, she was, er…staked.”[br][br][br]
TBC[br][br]

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Title: The Chronicles of Dopeygayland
Author: tarawhipped (Cameron)
Email: tarawhipped@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy
Feedback: Love it, want it, crave it!
Distribution: Sure, just tell me where so I can visit!
Notes: Thoughts in italics.[br][br][br]
Dopeygayland, The Adventure Begins, Part 3: Come Again![br][br]
“You know?! Wait…know she was a vampire or know she’s dead…er?”[br]
Willow sat up and looked down at Tara, who linked her hands behind her head and sighed.[br]
“Both. I ran into Spike and Drusilla earlier and they told me. Apparently they couldn’t wait for me to find the dust on my own.”[br]
“Spike? Spike is here?”[br]
“Nooo…Spike and his nutcase ‘girlfriend’ are blowing’ in the wind.”[br]
“Wow…you poofed them? Just like that? You make it sound so easy.”[br]
“It’s kinda what I do, ya know?”[br]
“Well, yeah, it’s just that in my dimension…”[br]
“Oh, please don’t tell me I’m having a hard time with that peroxide queen,” the Slayer groaned.[br]
“Uhhh,” Willow stammered. “No, not you, cause you’re not the Slayer there, actually.”[br]
“Really? Who is?”[br]
“Um…well…Buffy…and Faith…it’s a long story,” Willow admitted. Tara rolled onto her side and clutched her stomach as she burst out laughing.[br]
“Buffy is the Slayer?! Buffy the Vampire Slayer! That’s…holy fuck…that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard!”[br]
“Yeah, funny…can we get back to the part where you knew other-me was a vampire and you were dating her?”[br]
“What, that’s never happened where you’re from?”[br]
“Uhhh…”[br]
Willow’s reddening face answered the question quite well, and the blush only spread as Tara sat up and scooted closer to the redhead, stroking her thigh with slender fingers. Willow closed her eyes and slumped into the other girl’s body as Tara spoke, her voice low, her breath hot on Willow’s ear.[br]
“I had every intention of killing the vampire. I followed her relentlessly…trailed her as she stalked her prey…sparred with her when I prevented her from feeding…she was so wild when she fought, so full of…not life, I guess…but something…passionate. It became a game…me following…her attacking someone…me stepping in…it was bound to lead to sex one day, and it did.”[br]
“And everyone was just okay with that?”[br]
“God no,” Tara laughed. “It took a few months and a lot of taming before anyone else would be in the same room with her.”[br]
“Taming?” Willow squeaked.[br]
“OH yeah,” Tara purred, grinning lopsidedly at Willow. “She was quite the fuck buddy when she was wild, but MUCH too unpredictable. Most vampires wouldn’t stand for being a Slayer’s pet, but I think she secretly enjoyed being a sub. She’d still rebel on occasion, though…tried to eat Wesley once…and Cordelia, well…I have to admit I kinda let that happen.”[br]
Willow’s eyes bulged and her mouth hung open as Tara continued.[br]
“So if people were a little weird with you earlier, it’s probably cause they figured you were pretending, just to get a quick bite in.”[br]
“So you knew all along that I wasn’t her?”[br]
“Pretty much,” Tara admitted with a casual shrug. “You blushed.”[br]
“Huh?”[br]
“When I walked into library and you were checking out my tits. You blushed. Vampires don’t.”[br]
“I wasn’t…I didn’t…” the redhead crossed her arms defiantly. “And…HEY!…so you knew, and you cheated on me?! Her…cheated on…you know what I mean!”[br]
Willow’s indignant inner self protested vehemently when Tara’s hand crept up her thigh to tangle in red curls, but her still aroused outer self wouldn’t let her slap it away.[br]
“Well, you see, MY Willow wouldn’t have minded. In fact…she probably would have joined in.”[br]
“But that’s just…eww,” Willow concluded.[br]
“Oh, jeez, let me guess,” Tara chuckled, “your Tara’s not the adventurous type, is she? Probably some granola-eating, flowery skirt-wearing, Goddess-worshipping goody-goody. I met one once,” Tara scoffed. Noticing Willow’s confused expression she raised an eyebrow. “What?”[br]
“I don’t have a Tara,” the redhead stated sadly, bowing her head. “I have an…Oz…but we haven’t…you know.”[br]
“Oh. OH! So then…when you said you were a…you meant you really were a...and straight?…oh shit.”[br]
“NO! It’s fine,” Willow interjected, holding Tara’s hand in place as the blonde tried to pull away. “More than fine…finey mcfine fine, even. I’m…I’m really glad it happened. I had a crush on this teacher last year…and I thought maybe…but then Oz—who isn’t so girly in my dimension—but I’m not…”[br]
Willow stopped trying to explain and simply grabbed Tara and kissed her, pushing her back down. The redhead grinned wickedly as she lifted herself on all fours and began backing slowly down Tara’s body, planting kisses as she went.[br]
“Sooo…I’m almost certain…ever since you kissed me…and the other stuff, well…but I think…just to be certain…I’m gonna need to…confirm my hypothesis…with a little…scientific evidence.”[br]
“Scien…tific?” Tara gasped as Willow settled between her spread legs.[br]
“Mm-hm…you know…response to stimuli…cause and effect,” the redhead remarked before parting wet lips and brushing a fingertip over the blonde’s swollen clit. She smiled as Tara’s hips jerked.[br]
“Interesting reaction,” she commented before diving in earnestly.[br][br]
Twelve minutes, forty-two seconds later…[br]
“Oh, yeah,” Willow sighed happily, a big goofy smirk on her sticky face. “I’m a dyke.”[br]
“I’ll say,” Tara agreed heartily.[br]
Before the redhead could crawl back up to snuggle, a flash of light startled both girls, who blinked at the sight of someone standing next to the bed. Tara leapt up with Slayer speed, grabbed the woman by the throat, and slammed her against the wall.[br]
“ANYA!” Willow shouted. “Don’t you knock?!”[br]
“You know her?” Tara asked, looking back at the redhead incredulously and relaxing her grip.[br]
“Yeah, she’s the reason I’m here,” Willow accused, frowning when she realized she should be thanking the demon instead of scowling at her.[br]
“Good, so it is you,” Anya stated, straightening her collar. “Do you have any idea how many frickin’ dimensions they’ve sent me to looking for you? Didn’t expect to find you like this, though,” she said smugly. Willow quickly hid behind Tara, who continued to stare down the demon, thoroughly unabashed in her nudity.[br]
“They’re looking for me?”[br]
“Well, duh!…when they’re not blaming me,” she muttered quietly. “So put on some clothes and let’s go.”[br]
“But I like it here,” Willow said, smiling shyly at Tara.[br]
“Oh for crying out loud! Evil Mayor…Ascension…any of this ring a bell?! We’re going.”[br]
“I don’t wanna,” Willow pouted.[br]
“Willow,” Tara murmured, leading the girl away from Anya and placing her hands on the redhead’s shoulders. “You have to go back—no, don’t argue—they need you there.”[br]
“But I’ll never see you again,” Willow lamented with a sniffle.[br]
“Noo, but there’s a Tara somewhere in your reality who’s probably just sitting around waiting for a Willow to show up and sweep her off her feet. You don’t want to disappoint her, do you?”[br]
Willow threw herself into Tara’s arms and kissed her fiercely. Before she stepped away, Tara leaned in to whisper in her ear.[br]
“After you’ve got her…do that buzzing thing with your lips…on her…you know…she’ll like that…trust me.”[br][br][br]
At the Bronze…[br]
“Will! Changing the look not an idle threat with you,” Xander remarked, his wide eyes taking in the sight of his best friend clad entirely in leather. “Oz is a lucky guy.”[br]
“Oh, we broke up,” Willow said, smiling brightly. “And the look isn’t the only thing that’s changed.”[br][br][br]
To Be Continued in The Chronicles of Dopeygayland: Dopeygayland Spanks Back[br][br]

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Title: The Chronicles of Dopeygayland
Author: tarawhipped (Cameron)
Email: tarawhipped@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy
Feedback: If you know what’s good for you, you will.
Distribution: Sure, just tell me where so I can visit!
This story begins later the same night that Willow was sent back to her own dimension.[br][br][br]
Dopeygayland Spanks Back, Part 1: Fucking and Plotting[br][br]
Willow prowled silently around the bed, making an adjustment here and there before standing back to assess her prey. The blonde sprawled face down and naked on the bed had yet to awake, but at the first sign of stirring, Willow gracefully mounted the bed and straddled the prone woman’s thighs. After several moments of hearty grinding, the blonde was fully conscious, and fully irritated.[br]
“What the fuck?” she growled, pulling futilely against the restraints and twisting her head around to get a glimpse of her captor. “Willow?!”[br]
“The one and only…well, now anyway.”[br]
“How did you—? I thought that— Dammit, Willow, take these things off!”[br]
“Shhh,” the vampire whispered, running her hands down Tara’s back to the swell of her ass and kneading the pliant flesh. “Witches,” she sneered. “Witches did a little spell, but it went all wrong. It was fun though! All the Willows were here. Got to play with one, didn’t you? Now they’re all gone. Now there’s only me.”[br]
It took every ounce of concentration Tara had to focus on what Willow was saying, since what she was doing was very distracting indeed.[br]
“So…Spike and…Drusilla…staked the…wrong one?” she panted.[br]
“Mm-hm,” Willow acknowledged absentmindedly while stroking her thumbs between Tara’s nether-cheeks. “Makes sense. I mean, you couldn’t even tell the difference…could you?”[br]
The vampire already knew the answer, and hardly expected a response from the blonde. Though, in truth redhead was a little disappointed that Tara made no effort to lie…that would have given her an excuse to impose more punishment. The blonde lay silent and still, save for the slight tremors of desire making her arms and legs quiver. The stale scent of sex that Willow had encountered upon entering the room was rapidly being replaced by a fresh wave of musk. The redhead dipped her head and ran her tongue up the length of Tara’s back, letting her leather-clad frame drape fully over her naked lover.[br]
“Mistress has been baaaad,” she hissed in the blonde’s ear.[br]
The Slayer groaned into her pillow and tilted her head down, letting her long hair fall forward and leaving the back of her neck exposed to the vampire’s hungry gaze. Willow nipped at the taut flesh, careful not to break the skin. Her arousal at the gesture was almost overwhelming, but she knew that it was merely a show of temporary submission. Were she to actually bite down, Tara would have broken the restraints and dusted the vampire before the first drop slid down her undead throat.[br]
Willow lived for these moments, despite knowing that her current position of supremacy was merely an illusion. Her Mistress always wore the pants, even when they were haphazardly strewn on the floor, like now. Willow knew her capture and subsequent relationship with the Slayer had rankled her demon kin, resulting in the non-stop dusting attempts by Spike and others. She’d heard the jokes of many a lisping vampire: “at least that het Angelus has a soul…what’s her excuse?” In the early weeks of her imprisonment she’d fought against becoming tamed, until she realized to her astonishment that she actually enjoyed being the Slayer’s pet. No more power plays amongst her fellow demons, no more fear of being dusted by white hats…it was like having a bodyguard with benefits. Willow grinned as she spied an object half-hidden under the tangled sheet, and she slid off the back of the bed, out of Tara’s sight.[br]
The vampire stepped into the harness and adjusted the straps snugly before retrieving her Mistress’ favorite paddle from the toy box and resuming her position on the bed. Willow knew she didn’t need to command her lover to count, and as the first blows rained down on the blonde’s backside, Tara breathlessly shouted out her appreciation. The first time the Slayer had offered Willow the opportunity to dominate her had been a revelation. Over time the vampire came to understand the depth of need in these role-reversals. Everyone depended on the Slayer: to keep them safe, to fight for them, to thwart the evildoers of the world in their never-ending attempts to unleash the apocalypse. It was a tremendous responsibility for one person, and once in a while, Tara needed to relinquish control completely. That she would do so to a blood-sucking fiend was a little more ironic than anyone cared to think about too much, and Willow was content just to revel in her good fortune, and her lover’s total submis—[br]
“DAMMIT WILLOW QUIT PLAYING WITH MY ASS AND FUCK ME ALREADY!”[br]
Of course, she could still be a little bossy.[br]
“As you wish, Mistress,” the vampire grunted, thrusting into the blonde and grabbing hold of the supernaturally powerful hips that threatened to buck her right off the bed. The Slayer screamed loud enough to wake half of Sunnydale when she came. By the time the blonde’s heartbeat again resembled a human’s more than a hummingbird’s, Willow had unbuckled the restraints, and taken up a pose next to the bed, her hands on her hips. She looked down at herself with a cute little frown.[br]
“You got Mister Pokey all messy,” she pouted, mischievously looking through her lashes at the heavy-lidded blue eyes sparkling back at her.[br]
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” Tara purred, sliding off the side of the bed to kneel before her vampire. Willow leered happily at the sight of her lover licking the underside of the shaft from base to head before wrapping her lips around the phony phallus and taking it deep into her mouth. Tara firmly gripped Willow’s legs at the juncture of thigh and buttocks, pulling the redhead’s hips forward with every bob of her head. The pressure of the harness against her clit quickly became inadequate, and Willow firmly nudged Tara away.[br]
“Undress me,” she commanded, and the blonde immediately began divesting the vampire of her attire, beginning with Mister Pokey. “Get in bed,” Willow encouraged with a pat to the Slayer’s bare butt. “On your back.”[br]
The vampire straddled her lover’s hips and slapped away the impertinent hands that reached for her. With a wicked grin, she began inching her way up Tara’s body until her shaved mound hovered over the Slayer’s panting mouth. The blonde licked her lips and met Willow’s darkened green gaze with her own deep blue. The vampire quirked one eyebrow, and lips met lips.[br]
Willow shrieked with delight as Tara’s tongue drove into her pussy, sucking out the juices that flowed into the blonde’s waiting mouth and over her chin. The redhead writhed in ecstasy as she rode the Slayer’s tongue to a surprisingly fast orgasm, then hastily turned around and buried her head between the blonde’s legs. Tara’s shock at the sudden suction on her clit lasted scant seconds before she pulled Willow’s hips back down to return the favor.[br]
Fully spent at last, Willow righted herself and curled onto Tara’s chest, licking at the blonde’s nipples, a satisfied smirk on her face. Tara lazily stroked the vampire’s hair.[br]
“Are we even now, Kitten?”[br]
Willow withdrew her tongue and looked up at the Slayer with a raised eyebrow.[br]
“Even? I don’t think so, Mistress. After all, you got to play with my counterpart. I think it’s only fitting that I get the same opportunity, don’t you?”[br]
For an instant Tara appeared on the verge of arguing with her presumptuous pet, but as the thought took root in her mind, a grin spread over her face.[br]
“That sounds like a fair trade,” she replied, to her vampire’s obvious delight. Willow returned her attention to her Mistress’ breasts, pausing only to look coyly up at her.[br]
“You wouldn’t happen to know how she got here…would you?”[br][br][br]
TBC[br][br]

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OH YEAH!!!!

more please???

That was fucking awesome. I love it.

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Evil is always obvious in retrospect

WOW!

That was... well, wow.

Update soon!

Oh, Cam...a return to Dopeygayland…this realm is inspired genius.

And Slayer Tara…can I just say yum.

This was great…



Gee…understatement much? Heehee

Now for a little understatement of my own – I love your fics Cam.


Bowing humbly at your feet,

~Cyd

CAM!!!! *tackles* r u really going to do more?! Im so happy! more smut from Wipped Bunny! Smutt.. Smutt.. Smutt... Smutt... look at him go!

-reds

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And yes my banana still dances for smut

I can't believe I've never read this, or even knew this was posted, before. Anyway, Cameron, another great one. I love Willow's inner thoughts. Thanks for the update/re-post.

Yvonne

Whoo hoooooo! Yay Cam! Thanks for more fun from Dopeygayland! So is this the smut you said you've been writing the last few days? Well, hot damn!

I'm glad you reposted the original story in this thread. I definitely think Dopeygayland needs it's own thread. It's easier to find this way and that means MANY more people can experience this delightfully creative (and smutty) fic.

I can't wait for more! MORE MORE MORE!!!!

Carleen

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great job! i like the two realities you have in this story. i hope the next update lets us know what's going on with the alive ... the one that was left at the Brozen talking to xander? please update soon!

~*Shawna*~

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"love is giving someone the power to distroy you, but trusting them not too." - Krystle B.
love is hate... hate is love. you love the ones you hate and hate the ones you love... and LOVE is supposed to make sense?

This is great. I like that you can so easily mix eroticism and humor so seamlessly, and the alternate universe you've created is fascinating. I really like the way you played off Willow's atrocious pink sweater in the AU. Well done. Looking forward to more.

~ringwaldoeuvre (Mary)

can i move to dopeygayland?? well, i already practically live in northampton, mass so i guess i'm close enough. just wanted to chime in with everyone else and let you know how much i'm enjoying this hysterical and HOT story. it's been a fun little romp thus far

back to picturing a tara/willow/vamp willow threesome...
brandy

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You can't stop there. It's just... bad and evil. More please, now.

Okay I'm back from cuddling duties. And you're given a temporary reprieve from spanking and questioning. And oh, Cam, *take those sunglasses off*!!!

Love how you mix up the 2 universes, we're gonng have a whale of a crossover aren't we? Can't wait to see Dru in the original dimension and wait till Stiff!Buffy meets pregnant Buff'n'Faith!

I think this was highlighted when you originally posted, but it's so brilliant it needs to be highlighted again:

And you're saying next we're gonna have Vamp Will, Tara-Slayer and Shy!Tara, all in the same bed soon *rubs hands gleefully*. Now, if only we have all three, plus ex-straight-now-certified-dyke! Will, what a foursome!

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Cam Cam Cam......

Even though W/T as a vampire not really my thing.....I was sad when I first read that Tara's VW was dusted......and here you are....come up with a spell!!! Clever! Can't believe I'm saying this...but I'm actually really really glad that some other VW was dusted (and not the"original" one for that universe)....I imagine her to be very very mean and she deserved it!.....So it Tara the slayer are going to go with Vamp Willow? is she going to met Willow???? Arg....it's killing me!!! I wanna know!!!! come on......can you post? it's like going to be your good deed for Sunday:D "hm....suddlnly I hear "no goog deed goes unpunished....." ..... Sorry....OT.... yeah....so...update please

Thanks!

M.

Cam,

Nice continuation of this story...and very hot. I like all the different versions of the characters and the tangled interactions. Thanks for the update buddy.

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"We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep - it's as simple and ordinary as that."
Michael Cunningham, The Hours

Well, because I'm feeling so gosh darn benevolent today (okay, so I'm really bored and impatient), I'm gonna go ahead and post the next update. But first, some feedback replies...and thanks to everyone for reading!
-Cam

WhiteWitch: I like happy bouncing smiley. More coming right up![br]
Axel Avalon: "Fucking awesome" or "awesome fucking"? Either way, thanks Axel, I appreciate the support.[br]
watersong84: Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.[br]
hermitfish: Awww, Cyd! Trust me, the admiration society is mutual. I'm glad you quoted that particular interaction, cause I really enjoyed writing it. It was the response such as yours on the first series that encouraged me to continue, so thank you (and I will be using your moniker for Slayer Tara at some point...hope that's ok).[br]
WickedReds: I am really doing more, Gina! Gotta keep Smutty the Banana dancing, right? What I told Cyd about the encouragement from the original story applies to you too. Thanks, G![br]
onyxsundrops: Better late than never, Evy. At least, I hope so, since I've been atrocious about leaving you feedback for Sodas and Snack Machines, which I love. Thanks r.e. Willow's thoughts. This series will probably focus more on Tara's, since Willow's already figured things out.[br]
GayNow: I'm glad I gave this story it's own thread too...for one thing it'd be confusing to have it broken up by my other short fics, and I also would like to keep adding more silliness for a long time (so feel free to throw those insane---er---creative ideas of yours my way ). Glad you liked it so far, Carleen, you know your opinion means a lot to me.[br]
UnicornLover: Yes, Shawna, this next update picks up with real world Willow and a little bit of what's been happening with her. I'm glad you like both realities...one of my fears is that the real world won't be as interesting as the queer one, so I hope you enjoy it.[br]
ringwaldoeuvre: Thank you so much, Mary. I think it's a bit easier to write funny/raunchy sex scenes than romantic/poignant ones, cause they can be so over the top. I'm glad you appreciated the use of that damn sweater...I had to rewatch the episode to make sure I got it right, and then gleefully destroyed it. [br]
kisstheviolets: LOL Brandy. You're right, you are living near the next best thing to Dopeygayland, and now I'm jealous. I'd move to Northhampton in a heartbeat if my Midwestern wife wasn't afraid of New England. "Hysterical and hot" are exactly what I've been aiming for, and it's nice to read it from you. Feel free to picture all the pairings you like, but I'm afraid there will be NO three- or foursomes in this fic. Sorry.[br]
Washi: Washi, for some reason I take "bad and evil" as a major compliment coming from you. I'm posting earlier than I intended, just to keep all my chat buds happy (and off my back) [br]
watson: Thanks for curtailing the inquisition, watson...that light was really bright. I think you may be imagining more scenarios that I had planned for, but I may include some characters/interactions based on your remarks. If not now, then in a future Dopey series. I said no such thing! And that won't be happenning for several reasons: first, it would violate board rules; second, it's confusing enough writing scenes with two Willows and two Taras without having to describe what all their various body parts are doing. [br]
YMKA: Glad you like this Vamp Will, Marina. I'm writing her less bad, more horny, so hopefully people won't mind too much. I have to admit, the idea for every dimension's Willow being there came from a scene in Hermitfish's The Insanity Sessions, so shout out to Cyd. Thanks for the feedback, Marina, and here you go, my good deed for the MONTH! Don't expect it again! [br]
pipsberg: Thanks, Pips, I'm glad you like it. It seems much easier right now to write a concise, limited story than an open-ended one, even though I have more ideas in mind for the future of this universe. Hope it continues to please. [br]

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Title: The Chronicles of Dopeygayland
Author: tarawhipped (Cameron)
Email: tarawhipped@hotmail.com
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy
Feedback: If you know what’s good for you, you will.
Distribution: Sure, just tell me where so I can visit![br][br][br]
Dopeygayland Spanks Back, Part 2: Meanwhile...[br][br]
Buffy paused in her long and rambling soliloquy on how dreamy her possibly, most likely, almost certainly new boyfriend was and looked at her best friend. It did not take an I.Q. the size of the redhead’s to see that Willow was unhappy. Even in her current state of giddy bliss Buffy could read the signs: there was the slouched posture listing slightly to one side; the vacant stare; the deep, body deflating sighs. Plus she hadn’t even touched her mocha.[br]
“What’s up? You’re all bad-moody.”[br]
“It’s been months, Buffy. I have to face it…I’m never going to find her.”[br]
“Don’t give up hope, Will,” Buffy encouraged, ripping a hearty chunk off of Willow’s bagel and stuffing it in her mouth. “I know I’m not the poster child for successful relationships, but I didn’t give up, and I think things are going really well with Parker,” she smiled, getting a faraway look in her eyes.[br]
“But Buffy, she could be anywhere. She could live in Norway, or Tunisia, or Alabama after recently relocating from Florida!”[br]
“Didn’t you say this other dimension was pretty similar to ours? Other than the obvious, of course, and I beg of you not to tell me any more about my doppelganger. If she was in bizzaro Sunnydale then I’m guessing she at least lives nearby.”[br]
“Oh!” Willow exclaimed, perking up for the first time all afternoon. “Speaking of strange parallels…I got a postcard from Xander!”[br]
“How is the Xan-man? Still in Frisco?”[br]
The redhead nodded and took a sip of her disappointingly lukewarm mocha.[br]
“I don’t think they’re coming back anytime soon. I went past his house a couple of days ago and his mother had all of his possessions on the lawn under a “free junk” sign.”[br]
“See now…Xander just proves my point—”[br]
“And that was?”[br]
“That fate controls us all, and you never know what might happen, and truth is stranger than fiction. Especially that last part, cause who would’ve thought that Xander…and Larry….and Xander and Larry.”[br]
“At least it wasn’t Oz,” Willow said with a shudder, then quickly clarified as Buffy looked at her in confusion, “oh, I am so over him, but the thought of my best friend and first crush dating my only boyfriend is just…” The redhead trailed off and made a ‘so-wrong-it-cannot-be-put-into-words’ hand gesture, followed by an introspective frown. “And yet that would still be preferable to Cordelia,” she mused.[br]
“I thought I was your best friend,” the Slayer pouted.[br]
Willow nodded emphatically and swallowed a bite of bagel.[br]
“You’re my best girly friend,” she concurred. “Xander’s my best boy friend.”[br]
“Not to be confused with ‘boyfriend’,” Buffy teased.[br]
“Exactly, cause I’m kinda centered on the girl-on-girl action now, present company excluded, of course.”[br]
Buffy inclined her head in silent acknowledgement and thanks.[br]
“You aren’t still freaked, are you?”[br]
“What? Will…no…no to that question. I admit that I was majorly wigged at first—it was all so sudden—but I understand you went off to Gay World and had this big pity me—”[br]
“Epiphany.”[br]
“That too,” Buffy continued. “And as long as you’re happy, I’m good. And hey, at least you didn’t have to give me the Heimlich.”[br]
Willow nodded her head thoughtfully.[br]
“In retrospect, it was a bad idea to tell Giles about him and Wes while he had a mouthful of scone.”[br]
“I still can’t believe you didn’t get her last name, you tramp,” Buffy teased.[br]
“Hey! This from the woman who can’t wait to act on her lusty wrong feelings for a certain Mr. Abrams?”[br]
“See? I already know his last name…slut,” Buffy grinned in victory, using her Slayer speed to snag the last bit of bagel.[br]
Willow scowled at her friend and glanced in confusion at her empty plate. She looked at the counter, trying to catch the waitress' attention.[br]
“We should go to the Bronze,” Buffy stated suddenly. “Do the girly best friend thing?”[br]
Willow’s eyes suddenly went wide and her jaw dropped. A teeny-tiny squeak escaped her throat. Buffy rolled her eyes in exasperation.[br]
“I’m sorry, Will. But you said yourself that googling without a last name is getting you nowhere. You can’t hide away forever. You need to get out there and—what?”[br]
“It’s her!” the redhead breathed, directing Buffy’s gaze to the counter where a girl was placing an order. “That’s Tara!”[br]
Both girls watched as the blonde paid for her drink and made a beeline for a corner table, bumping into a chair on the way, which teetered momentarily before righting itself. The girl set her cup on the table, deposited her stack of books next to it, and took a seat against the wall. Reaching too quickly for her drink, she knocked it against the books, sending a geyser of liquid squirting out the lid and onto the books, table, and her hand. Her blush was visible from across the room, despite the curtain of hair she hid behind. Embarrassed blue eyes darted around the Espresso Pump as she grabbed a handful of napkins from the metal dispenser and began sopping up the spill.[br]
Buffy blinked and tried to mesh her best friend’s description of the confident, forthright, and in Will’s words, so sexy Slayer Tara with this obviously klutzy, painfully shy girl. Before she could wrap her mind around it, she noticed Willow sliding off of her stool, her eyes focused solely on the blonde across the crowded room. Buffy grabbed her arm and yanked her back to the table.[br]
“Buffy?! What are you doing?”[br]
“What are you doing, Will?” she hissed.[br]
“I’m gonna go talk to her,” Willow said slowly, a ‘duh, isn’t it obvious’ expression on her face.[br]
“Uh huh, and say what? ‘Hi, we’ve never met, but in an alternate universe you were nice enough to rid me of my pesky virginity’???”[br]
“Of course not,” the redhead replied with an offended huff, though her vexed look made it clear she had not planned that far ahead. “I’ll just…think of something when I get there.” She attempted to free her arm from the Slayer’s strong grip.[br]
“Whoa there,” Buffy tightened her hold. “Will, come on, what do you really know about this girl? This girl? For all we know she could be dangerous, or already seeing someone, or…”[br]
“Or? Or what?” Willow asked, her voice rising in panic.[br]
“She could be straight,” Buffy whispered grimly. Willow paled at once. The thought was too horrible to contemplate. Red hair flew in all directions as she frantically shook her head.[br]
“No. Nuh uh. No way.”[br]
“Will, I just don’t want you to get hurt,” the Slayer soothed. “All I’m saying is that you need to approach her carefully. She seems kind of skittish, and if she really is your ‘soul mate’ or whatever, you don’t want to scare her by coming on too strong.”[br]
Willow reluctantly nodded and sat back down as Buffy craned her neck to look at the clock.[br]
“Damn. I told Giles I’d meet him ten minutes ago…will you be okay?”[br]
“Fine…really…go. I’m going to stay here for a while and finish my mocha. Don’t worry, I will do nothing that could be interpreted as stalking.”[br]
“That’s my sensible Willow!” Buffy enthused, slinging her book bag over one shoulder and exiting the café.[br]
The redhead peeked around the corner until the Slayer was out of sight.[br]
“Sensible schmensible,” she muttered.[br][br][br]
TBC[br][br]

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Yay...I'm all for more Cam postings...all the time.

You were inspired by that silly fic of mine? Seriously? Makes me feel bad I haven't played with it in two months. And you're going to use my moniker? Heehee...I still remember and please do.

Are you trying to woo me with praise? Make me swoon onto my humble studio floor? Cause if you are...it's working.

Moving on from the meeting of the mutual admiration society...the award for best pickup line I'd like to see goes to...



Always a treat to read your stuff.

~Cyd

WOOT! Cam you know how I feel about updates! LOVE 'EM LOVE 'EM LOVE 'EM!! And you, my friend, provide for me.

But you're such a bad girl for leaving it the way you did! Recently Gay Willow needs to be talking to Painfully Shy Tara RIGHT NOW! Ugh! I don't know if I can take the wait.

Love Buffy...so incredibly clueless.



THAT just had me rolling with laughter! So perfect!

C'mon, Cam...more updatey goodness!

Carleen

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Absolutely brilliant! Poor Tara though, with the spilling and the blushing... Been there, done that, not fun. Particularly when you're as painfully shy as she is.

Can't wait for the next update. I must admit, the visual of Oz as one of the guys from Queer Eye is just... absolutely fucking hilarious. ABSOLUTELY. FUCKING. HILARIOUS.

Keep it up!

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Hey Cam!

For a MONTH?!!?!?!?! No no no no no......you can't do it!!!! Can you?



oh my god....that was soo funny.....oh .....to Alabama from FL? Was that what I think it was? ...K....can't wait to read more!

Thanks!

M.

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"...to be human is to be capable of the most heinous crimes in nature" - Wicked
"..the only person you care about is yourself. You can’t get into someone else’s head, you can’t get into their soul, so in the end, they mean nothing to you. You blink--And they’re gone" - Chance

Cam,

Ok, that was two updates for me in a couple hours (cause I'm slow with the readin'). This was a great follow-up part. I was laughing the whole way through and reading back some of the one liners to myself - giggling at the Buffy/Willow interactions. Thank so much for the updatey goodness!

PS - Totally get it about it being easier to do short parts like this. The open ended story line can be frustrating.

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"We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep - it's as simple and ordinary as that."
Michael Cunningham, The Hours

Hmmm, I'll tone down my insane enthusiasm. But at least consider a conversation between VW, Slayer!Tara, Shy!Tara and RecentlyGay!Will, even if it doesn't take place in the bedroom, cos it'll be fricking hilarious.

Xander and Larry, HAHAHA!!! I can't stop laughing. Except if you look at S3 more closely, there's a hell of a lot of subtle homoerotic tension between the two. Xand's always been too girly for his own good.


Did I get it right, but it's a shout-out to AB's childhood, right? (except hers was I think the opposite way.)

What a contrast between So Sexy Slayer Tara and the shy new Tara. It's always the quiet ones though, we (and Willow) have no idea what she's like in the bedroom, right? I love the way Willow was immediately drawn to her, and were it not for Buffy, would have stormed up to Tara and ... what?

She is not going to sit and idly think of small talk is she? Ooo the suspense, thanks for writing this

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:::hopping on the train to DopeyGayLand:::

As always Cam dahling...you are (as an old queeny friend of mine used to say) simply TOO FABULOUS for words!!

More please!!! Sexy, dominant SlayerTara is always a good thing...ditto for VampWillow...yummy!

umgaynow

Cam, you little shit! She ain't in AL-AH-BA-MA! She's in SUNNYDALE!

I'm so glad you decided to continue with the Chronicles of Dopeygayland. LMAO - seriously - "pesky virginity." LOL, and

ok, cam, thought i'd give you something to stalk so glad you've extended this fic, even if it has upped your propensity for cliff-hangers. i'm glad you posted it separately, great excuse to reread the whole thing even if your identical cousins line had me singing the patti duke theme for waaay too long. i'm glad that slayer terra got to keep her vamp, now i really can't wait to see how this meeting with clumsy tara plays out. keep it coming!~mary

aww, clumsy bashful tara is even cuter than slayer tara. i'm a sucker for a blushy girl.



that's my motto! go willow!!

and tell your wife that if a wimpy girl from california such as myself can handle the winters in western mass, her mid-western self should not be deterred

brandy

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