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!
Thanks to my beta, Carleen, for making me feel even more smart and funny than I already thought I was.
Notes: Thoughts in italics[br][br][br]
Dopeygayland Spanks Back, Part 7: Educational AND Fun![br][br]
Buffy breathed a sigh of relief upon entering her dorm room and realizing Willow was there.[br]
“Willow, thank god you’re…naked,” the blonde stared open-mouthed at the redhead striding out of the closet with an assortment of colorful shirts and not the slightest hint of embarrassment.[br]
“Gee, Buff, didn’t know you liked me that way.”[br]
“What? NO! Not that there’s anything…we’ve got a problem, Will,” she stated at last, turning away from the uncharacteristic display of Willow-skin and launching straight into action mode. When the redhead did not respond, Buffy chanced a quick glance and was relieved to see her roommate clad in one of her typically cutesy t-shirts. There was still a disturbing lack of pants, however, which Willow seemed in no rush to amend as she casually perused her options. Buffy averted her gaze again, her eyes coming to rest on a pile of leather lying across her roommate’s bed.[br]
“What’s with the costume, Will?”[br]
The redhead continued to rummage through the closet until she found an appropriately clashing pair of lime green jeans to offset the bright purple shirt with a yellow comet across the chest. She pulled them on and turned to face the blonde.[br]
“Tara’s idea,” she explained, stuffing her leather pants into a plastic grocery bag and slinging it over her shoulder.[br]
“Uh-huh,” Buffy answered distractedly.
When did Willow stop wearing underwear? The Slayer shook her perfectly coiffed head. “So you talked to her? What’s she like? Did you tell her anything yet? Are you going out?”[br]
“Can’t talk…gotta go,” the redhead answered, heading for the door.[br]
“Will, wait!”[br]
“Bored now…wanna do Tara.”[br]
“Wanna what, huh?”[br]
The redhead let out an exasperated sigh. “I just came by for clothes…Tara wanted me to change before she’d fuck me.”[br]
“You just met and you’re already playing naughty dress-up?”[br]
Willow reached for the doorknob, but Buffy grabbed her friend’s arm.[br]
“Get off me!” the redhead snarled, morphing into vamp face. Buffy recoiled in shock, allowing Willow to disappear down the hallway as despair wracked the Slayer’s small frame.[br]
“Willow’s a vampire,” she choked at last, her hazel eyes narrowing dangerously as she realized what must have happened.
I knew that ‘shy girl’ act was a trick! She must have seduced poor Willow and turned her. Oh, I am so going to put a stake in her![br][br][br][br]
“Here you go,” Tara handed her twin one of her skirts and peasant blouses. The Slayer held the skirt an arm’s length and eyed it suspiciously. [br]
“Isn’t this…flowery. Say, you wouldn’t happen to have any granola, would you?”[br]
“Oh, um, sure…in the container on top of the fridge. Help yourself.”[br]
The Slayer smirked and winked at Willow, who rolled her eyes in response.[br]
“We should go so you can…strip right in front of us,” the redhead’s eyes widened for an instant and she hastily turned around, grinning apologetically at Tara, who raised a disapproving eyebrow and crossed her arms. The two moved toward the door, but the sound of approaching footsteps stopping just on the other side of the barrier froze them in place. The half dressed Slayer grabbed each by an arm and began shoving them into the closet.[br]
“Hey!” Willow hissed. “We’re not gonna stay here and listen to you two!”[br]
“You have a better idea?” the Slayer challenged.[br]
“Um…I do live on the first floor,” Tara whispered, pointing at the window.[br]
“Kiiiiitten,” a soft voice sang from the other side of the door.[br]
“J-j-just a m-m-m-minute,” the Slayer called out, shrugging her shoulders at Tara’s glare.[br]
Willow eased the window open and climbed out, then assisted Tara in her descent.[br]
“Give us at least an hour,” the Slayer uttered quickly before sliding the window shut.[br]
“So,” Willow stated, swinging her arms by her sides. “Coffee?”[br][br][br][br]
Tara threw on her shirt and took a deep breath before reaching for the doorknob.
No laughing…no laughing…no laughing, she chanted to herself as she opened the door…and bit down on her lip painfully to keep from laughing.[br]
“Hey, baby,” the vampire purred, slinking over the threshold and kicking the door shut behind her. Her nostrils flared and her eyes darkened at the almost imperceptible trickle of blood on Tara’s lower lip. “Oh, you bit your lip!”[br]
Tara fought against the urge to give up her masquerade as the redhead softly cradled her face with cool hands and flicked her tongue over the small, already healing cut, leisurely sucking on the pouty lip.
Oh god…need to stop this…supposed to be shy and virginal…I can fake that, Tara thought, as her hands ignored her musings and moved of their own accord to Willow’s derriere and pulled the vampire closer. The redhead cooed her appreciation and playfully nipped at the Slayer’s bottom lip.[br]
“No biting!” the blonde reprimanded forcefully, momentarily forgetting her role in her surprise at Willow’s presumption. She hastily stepped back and crossed her arms tightly, bowing her head and letting her hair curtain her face—a move she’d seen her counterpart use at least a dozen times already that afternoon.[br]
“Not even a little bit?” the redhead cajoled innocently, batting her big green eyes. “My Tara always lets me bite her, she says it makes her come harder.”[br]
You lying little bloodsucker! Tara swallowed her guffaw, but not the incredulous stare, which apparently looked enough like simple distress that the horny vampire didn’t sense anything amiss.
You are definitely getting punished for that one![br]
“M-m-m-maybe a l-l-little’d be ok-k-kay,” Tara stammered, looking up through her lashes and smiling coquettishly.[br]
Willow recovered from her own shock at Tara’s acceptance with surprising speed, and she roughly embraced the blonde, nuzzling her neck while her hands roamed freely. The Slayer gulped, feeling her heat rise to match her lover’s, and she allowed the grope-fest to continue unchecked for several minutes before whispering in Willow’s ear:[br]
“Not that I don’t trust you, but will you let me tie you up before you bite me?”[br]
The vampire nodded mutely and Tara chuckled to herself, feeling the shudder that ran through the lithe body pressed tightly against her.
So easy,she thought, gesturing for Willow to take a seat in the desk chair and retrieving from her bag four brand new leather cuffs bought especially for the trip. The redhead graciously drew her arms back to allow the blonde to cuff her wrists tightly against the vertical slats of the chair, and watched curiously as Tara knelt and secured the vampire’s ankles to the chair legs. The blonde locked their gazes and ran her hands up Willow’s shins and over her knees to her thighs, pushing herself up to stand in front of her captive.[br]
“Comfy?”[br]
The redhead nodded emphatically and grinned ear-to-ear. Tara pursed her lips and shook her head slowly, placed one bare foot on the chair seat between Willow’s legs and leaned a toned forearm on her bent knee. The vampire’s grin faltered a fraction, and she blinked.[br]
“I asked you a question, Kitten,” the Slayer stated evenly, pleased to see recognition dawning on Willow’s face. “Are. You. Comfortable?”[br]
The Slayer slid her foot forward on the wooden seat until her toes curled against her lover’s center, raising her eyebrows appreciatively at the copious moisture seeping through the redhead’s pants. The blonde watched as Willow’s eyes closed and her head fell back, but waited until the vampire’s hips took a tentative rock before pushing herself away from the chair, ignoring the slight groan as she retrieved another item from her bag.[br]
“Taaarrra!” Willow whined pitifully, pulling weakly at her restraints before giving up with a heaving slouch, her eyes watering and her lower lip quivering, knowing she’d been had.[br]
“Perhaps I’ve been a bad Mistress,” Tara began, walking casually around her prisoner and laying a book on the desk, out of Willow’s line of sight, but within reach. “Letting you eat Cordelia, having you top me…I thought given the uniqueness of our situation, an unorthodox relationship would benefit us both, but you continue to test me, always wanting more. What
am I going to do with such an insubordinate pet?”[br]
“But Mistress—”[br]
“And now you’re speaking without permission,” Tara tsked. “I think we need to address that first.”[br]
The Slayer stopped pacing and reached under her skirt, raising the hem on the sides to mid thigh as she hooked her thumbs over the waistband of her underwear and slowly pulled them down, one side of her mouth quirking into a grin as she watched Willow’s eyes follow her striptease.
Well, tease anyway…for now, she mused, stepping out of the panties and stuffing them in Willow’s gawking mouth. She hiked her skirt back up and straddled her lover’s lap, savoring the needy whimper when she reached for her book and her breasts smushed against her captive’s stuffed mouth. She sat back comfortably and opened the thick tome.[br]
“Embracing the Sub Within,” she read aloud. “Chapter One: Keeping Your Damn Mouth Shut.”[br][br][br][br]
Across campus, Willow and Tara meandered in the general direction of the Espresso Pump.[br]
“Do you like cats?”[br]
“I’m more of a dog person myself, but I’m not like ‘death to all cats!’ Why?”[br]
“Just trying to make normal conversation,” Tara shrugged.[br]
“Pfft—normal…what is normal, anyway?” Willow nervously waved her hands.[br]
“Well, I’m pretty sure that finding out that the cute redhead you’ve been noticing actually slept with another you in an alternate dimension where she’s a superhero and her girlfriend’s a vampire qualifies as the complete opposite of normal.”[br]
“You think I’m cute?” Willow asked with a happy grin, stopping to look at Tara, who dropped her head and nodded shyly. “And you’ve seen me around?”[br]
Again the blonde nodded, not trusting her voice as her heart pounded wildly in her ears.[br]
“I’ve been looking for you for
months,” Willow spoke, slightly awed. Her brow furrowed when Tara shook her head sadly.[br]
“N-not
me. You were looking for
her. I’m n-not her, Willow.”[br]
“Hey,” Willow soothed, lifting Tara’s chin to gaze reverently into watery blue pools. “I don’t want you to be her. Slayers are all aggressive danger girls, and yeah, it’s kind of a turn on, but they’d make lousy girlfriends. It’d be like ‘hi honey, you wanna go to a movie? Oh, you have to save the world? Ok, I’ll just be here singing, lalala.’ Or not me, cause you know, singing,” Willow shuddered, “but…I like
you, Tara, and I know we just met, but I’d like to get to know this you better. Okay?”[br]
“Oh yes,” Tara breathed.[br]
Willow smiled brightly.
I’m in heaven![br][br][br][br]
Willow was in hell. What had begun as slight shifting had turned to rhythmic rubbing until Tara was now vigorously thrusting against the vampire’s lap, never ceasing in her reading. Her ego sorely bruised, the redhead hadn’t any intention of paying attention to her Mistress’ lessons, but she found that only by listening to the Slayer’s voice could she quell the frustration of seeing and smelling her lover’s growing arousal.[br]
“Chapter Four,” the blonde continued, transferring the book to one hand to allow the other to stroke her dripping pussy. “Your Mistress Comes First—Figuratively
and Literally.”[br][br][br][br]
“Since Sunnydale doesn’t offer an occult studies degree, I’m still leaning towards computer science. How about you?”[br]
“I always thought I’d be a veterinarian, but now I’m thinking about massage therapy.”[br]
“Really?” Willow squeaked. “Well, if you need to practice on anyone, I’d be happy to offer my services…for strictly educational purposes, of course.”[br]
“Oh, of course,” Tara replied seriously. Both girls burst out in a fit of giddy giggles, leaning into one another as they walked side by side, their arms occasionally brushing. Willow took one such opportunity to lace their hands together, and they sighed in unison.[br]
“Not that educational can’t also be fun,” Willow added with a saucy smile.[br][br][br][br]
Tara tossed the book aside midway through Chapter Five: Clits Melt in Your Mouth, Especially if Your Hands are Tied, and grabbed the chair back with both hands, grinding herself against Willow’s lap and rocking the chair back and forth with increasing vigor until it tilted precariously, teetered for a moment, then slammed onto the floor in a thunderous crack of wood. The force propelled Tara forward and she landed squarely on her pet’s face. The vampire didn’t move a muscle until Tara breathlessly called out her name, then eagerly set to work fulfilling her Mistress’ demand to “suck! Oh…Kitten!…Fuck yes!” or something to that effect. Willow ached to feel Tara’s skin under her hands, freed since the splintering of the chair in the fall, but forced herself to keep them flat on the floor, allowing only her busy lips and questing tongue to move freely. Tara came with a shuddering scream, breathing erratically as she climbed off of Willow and righted the chair with the vampire still bound at the ankles. Smiling at her lover’s submissively bowed head and demurely folded hands, Tara again slid sideways onto one of her lover’s thighs and took a cuffed hand in her own, raising the cool digits to her mouth to kiss each fingertip.[br]
“Such a good Kitten,” she quietly praised, returning the vampire’s hand to her side and letting her own fingers trail down Willow’s torso to her pants. She popped open the button and dragged down the zipper, slipping her hand inside and entering the redhead’s fully primed pussy with two fingers. She thrust slowly, savoring every moan and spasm and drawing out Willow’s rapidly approaching orgasm as much as possible. With her free hand, Tara weaved her fingers into the vampire’s hair and drew her head to her own bared neck.[br]
“Drink,” she commanded, trusting Willow’s instincts to kick in as she brushed a thumb over an engorged clit, feeling sharp teeth puncture her flesh and the vampire’s body convulsing in spasms before snapping taut. Willow’s fangs withdrew and she cried out, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her decidedly rosy cheeks. Tara waited until the redhead had stopped shaking to withdrew her hands, raising them to cup her lover’s cheeks and brush away the moisture. She kissed the vampire sweetly and Willow opened her eyes wide.[br]
“Thank you Mistress,” she whispered.[br][br][br][br]
“Family?”[br]
“P-pass. Yours?”[br]
“Pass. Friends?”[br]
“Um…not many. You?”[br]
“Mostly Xander and…Buffy?” Willow stopped as she saw her best friend running rapidly toward her, stake in hand, poised to strike.[br][br][br]
TBC[br][br]
***Author's note: the interaction between the canon world's W/T in which Tara tells Willow that she can't be Slayer Tara was heavily influenced by a recent rereading of JustSkipIt's
Paths Diverged/Divulged. I seem to be cribbing from Debra a lot these days, but hey, she's Elvis!
by pipsberg » Sun May 22, 2005 6:05 pm 
I'm going to quote one of the funniest lines I have seen in a long, long time:
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Always good to see you here, dude, late or not. Good luck with RL, and stick your head in chat once in a while when you can, ok?[br]
If anyone else calls me brilliant I'm going to have to buy all new hats. Thank you for your always sweet words, and I hope this next update finds you well.[br]
! Hilarious! Actually PST had a decent plan going, except for Slayer hearing, she might have pulled it off successfully. Still, the idea of VW in
. I give up.]
How great. Slayer Tara had a plan all along. This fic is so great, Cam, and getting even better. How about some nice NC-17 action in the next update? Gee, I don't know if W/T can watch W/T from the closet according to Kitten rules. Probably borderline but that's ok, we can watch. Well done.
Sorry I'm wussing out on getting it done before I take off, but hopefully it'll be better for the wait. Thanks, Megan![br]
