Title: MASTER TARA: MASTER
WITCH OF SUNNYDALE
Author: psimetis
E-mail: psimetis@hotmail.com
Spoilers: Season 3, Doppelganger
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: vampireW/T
Characters: Vamp Willow, Tara, Vamp Xander, Evil Puppy, Dark Slayer Buffy, Slayer
Faith, Watcher man Giles
Disclaimer: All characters of BtVS and its universe are all rights and owned
by Mutant Enemy and Joss Whedon. This is a fan to fan appreciative effort made
for absolutely no profit.
Summary: Wishverse (Veracity-verse): Vamp Willow tries her hand at Dark Tara
fiction writing and shows it to her girlfriend Tara. Silly Fic, Raunch, Comedy,
Spoof, Silly-Smut, D/s
Warnings: Cussing, Dom/sub, Dismemberment, Raunch-Style, Banging of the
Vamp Willow-Slave
Author’s Note: This started out in a very non-serious style as a Silly
Fic. Then it became a Smutty silly fic. It is still a very silly fic. enjoy!
Additional Note: Vamp Willow's
style of fiction writing obviously has porn-like qualities. Please do not mistaken
her style for mine. ;) Now enjoy!
* * *
MASTER TARA: MASTER WITCH OF SUNNYDALE
Once upon a time, there was a red haired vampire named Willow who had a dark
haired vampire sibling named Xander, and together they ruled the unsuspecting
California town known as Sunnydale. Well, they ruled it along with the Dark
Slayer known as Buffy too, but not everyone needed to know that. Willow and
Xander happily ran their modest Order of Aurelius (inherited from their sire,
the legendary--and now dusty--ancient vamp, the Master), and lorded it over
their Hellmouth territory. Whatever demony Big Bad decided to make trouble for
the Hellmouth, the Slayer would stake (or behead, or gut, or skin, and add to
her macabre trophy trunk), thus keeping the evil/good power balance in place
in Sunnydale. Unlife was good.
One day, Willow was too bored for her own good and became curious about magic.
Since no one witchy in the local area would talk to her, Willow decided to ‘talk’
to witches on the internet. There, she met a very nice young girl who would
become her bestest friend (generally, vampires do not have friends, but Willow
was a bit of a special vampire). Her name was Tara, and when Tara turned eighteen,
she decided to come to Sunnydale for school and meet her online friend at last.
After a few stumbles in their friendship, where upon Tara learned that Willow
was a monster and bloodsucking-beastie-creature of the night-fiend, all was
finally good between them. Their friendship blossomed into giddy romance, with
the girly giggles, hormonal, sloppy smoochies, and gropey, lesbiany fun.
Sometimes Xander would ask to join in on the lesbiany fun, and they would say
no.
Sometimes Willow would suggest they use Puppy as a lesbiany sex toy, and Tara
would say, um.......no.
Despite being a vampire, Willow was pretty darn happy just being all giggle
wiggle, witchy, gropey with her bestest human friend and now enthusiastic lover,
Tara.
“So when are you gonna Turn her?” Xander would suggest with a very
masculine, demony leer. He’d drool a little too. Then he’d stick his
head between Willow’s modest boobies and find a big whiff of ‘Tara!!
Was here!’ all over the cleavage.
Before he could lick that up, Willow would hit him over the head with the flat
of an axe or something--if it was nearby and handy.
“Not gonna,” she would simply reply to Xander’s often prone form
(from being hit on the head). “Like my Tara the way she is.” And then
her little mouth would twist up into a very pleased and very goofy grin.
But Xander’s teasing did get Willow to thinking: What if her Tara were
dark? Not ‘dark’ like another vampire--because for Willow, that would
be kinda boring. Hello, Willow was enough evil demon for the both of them! If
she wanted another demon lover, she’d have continued boinking Xander. But,
the thought still intrigued the red haired Mistress of Sunnydale. What if her
sweet Tara were really, really alpha-butch, like she sometimes could be? What
if....
“M-Master Tara?” Tara read in surprise. “M-Master Witch
Of Sunnydale??”
They were in Willow’s personal lair at the abandoned nightclub, the Bronze,
and Tara was holding a manuscript that Willow had eagerly put into her hands.
“I wrote it!” Willow proclaimed proudly. She indicated the cover page
to her girlfriend again. “See, my name,” she pointed, and right below
the lurid ‘MASTER TARA’ title (in big, scary, pointy, Gothic, bloody,
Vampire font), was the credit: by Willow, The Wicked, Mistress of Aurelius.
A small ‘oh’, was all Tara’s mouth made.
“Read read read read!” Willow urged.
Tara took a breath, turned the first page (Willow had her modest manuscript
perfectly bound at the local Kinko’s with a bright red, plastic spiral),
and began reading.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
MASTER TARA: MASTER WITCH OF SUNNYDALE
CRUNCH
“You DIE, Kakistos! NOW!” Tara, Master Witch of Sunnydale, snarled
at the latest Big Bad to dare come into her town. She gave the big ugly vamp’s
thick, broken neck yet another twist with both her beautiful hands, but his
ugly head still wouldn’t come off.
“Shit,” Tara exclaimed, dropping the still living, yucky, old vamp
to the warehouse floor. She glared at the other figures in the warehouse, her
gorgeous blue eyes piercing, her voluptuous body clad in leather and black.
She took a deep breath, and her generous, milky breasts strained against the
metal clasps of her black, leather vest.
* * *
* * *
Tara blinked and looked down blankly at her own breasts for a moment, clad in
a soft rayon top and an equally soft, fuzzy sweater on top. Were her boobs really
that big?? she thought in self-conscious dismay. She returned her attention
to the manuscript.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
Tara’s rough soled, biker boot came down hard on Kakistos’ busted
neck. The old vamp gave a gravelly, crunchy sound, his body jerking.
“Well?” Tara demanded of the two young women who had her attention.
“Are you going to come over here and finish this or not?”
Buffy-Slayer ran quickly to Kakistos’ body with her little wooden stake,
Faith-Slayer right behind her.
“We--We didn’t know if you were finished with him yet, Master Tara,”
the Buff-Slayer babbled in apology to the voluptuous blonde. Then she and Faith-Slayer
proceeded to enthusiastically poke many holes into Kakistos, who sort of shrieked
from the woody intrusions, but it was hard to tell if that was really shrieking,
with his crushed windpipe and all.
“Master Tara,” Watcher-Giles said to the Master very respectfully,
as Tara turned her attention away from the vampire-poking scene. “As soon
as Kakistos is dust, we will make certain to destroy all his bones completely--”
“Yes, of course,” Tara dismissed with a wave of her beautiful, elegant
hand. She tossed her long, thick, blonde mane back, making the Watcher gasp
in admiration and his glasses steam up for a minute, but the luscious, Master
Witch had her attention elsewhere. Giles eventually followed her smoldering,
indigo blue gaze.
“Oh, yes, you will want to attend to your vampire sex slave then,”
the Giles-Watcher acknowledged demurely, but Master Tara was already moving
across the warehouse floor, stalking her prey.
Willow-Slave stood as submissively as possible, her eyes demurely lowered and
hands clasped before her brief, little, leather, slave girl outfit.
* * *
* * *
Tara’s jaw dropped and she turned to stare at Willow--Mistress Willow of
Sunnydale--with big, blue eyes that were seeing her vampire in an entirely new(!!)
light. The vampire only bounced on the bed eagerly, obviously happy with the
scene Tara had just reached. She tapped the page impatiently with a finger,
urging Tara to continue reading.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
“Have you been a very good, little vampire?” Tara rumbled seductively
to her vampire toy. She gripped Willow’s flaming red hair and pulled it
abruptly back, exposing the pale, vulnerable neck. “Did you behave while
I was killing Kakistos?”
“Yes, Master, I’ve been good,” Willow gasped, then trembled with
barely concealed arousal as Master’s blunt teeth bit roughly down on her
tender throat and drew blood. She had stood still and obedient throughout her
Master’s fight with Kakistos, even though she had wanted desperately to
join in. Willow’s demony needs for violence had her completely, physically
frustrated, which was how Master liked her pet.
Master turned Willow around abruptly and smacked her hard on her tight, leather
clad ass.
“Let’s go make Master happy then,” Tara suggested, and Willow
felt herself quickly steered into a dingy side bathroom with stalls. Tara didn’t
even bother to close the door, and the Slayers could still be heard, trying
to dust Kakistos by jumping up and down on him with their little combat boots--well,
Buffy’s were little, Faith-Slayer had good sized, kick-ass feet.
“Up on the sink,” Tara indicated with an assertive gesture of her
pretty chin. Her gorgeous, pouty mouth then drew up into a half-leer, as her
lidded, blue eyes roamed possessively up and down her vampire slave’s body.
“And your little skirt off, first.”
Willow immediately did as Master asked, dropping her tiny, patent leather skirt.
She wore no underwear, of course. Willow was clad now only in her black, patent
leather bra top--and white bobby socks (with the cute, little pussy cats), and
shiny, black Mary Janes. Master liked Willow to play ‘virginal school girl’
sometimes. And Willow loved it when Master used the ruler on her ass. The vampire
eagerly hopped onto the sink’s edge and leaned back to grip the porcelain.
“Oooooh Master,” she moaned as Master spread her legs wider.
“That’s right, I’m Master,” Tara grinned, and the witch
showed Willow her big, ruby red, Master of the Aurelius Order ring. She pressed
it into her pet’s wet mouth.
* * *
* * *
Tara turned and stared with saucer like eyes at the huge, gothy ring on her
vampire’s pale, right hand. Willow shared the ring with Xander, and all
this time the witch had no idea of its true significance. Willow held her hand
up, wiggling her fingers with a big smile.
“Read what comes next!” Willow enthused. Tara tore her wide eyed attention
away from the gaudy, yet very pretty, huge, blood red jewel on Willow’s
finger and found her place again in the manuscript.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
Tara had her vampire thoroughly lick and suck at her ring before she pulled
it away from her pet’s oral attentions. She shoved the jewel right up against
her slave’s needy, creamy center.
“Go ahead,” Tara encouraged, watching the vampire eagerly comply and
thrust her hips. “You’re my good, little girl, aren’t you, you’re
my good, little fuck toy,” Tara crooned.
* * *
* * *
Tara blushed several shades of red upon reading the sentence. She blinked several
times rapidly, realizing that she was feeling way too aroused (and a little
too aware of her girlfriend sitting next to her). This was Willow’s story
she was supposed to appreciate however (and how!), so Tara resumed reading again.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
“OH, OHH--” Willow moaned loudly, knowing Master liked it when she
was very vocal. Especially when the White Hats were present. She could dimly
hear the Slayers outside making hacking, slicing, dicing sounds. Apparently,
they decided to go with dismembering Kakistos’ body with other sharp objects.
“OH OH OHH,” Willow continued to moan, thrusting as hard as she could
against her Master’s hand.
Master suddenly withdrew her ring--Willow nearly crying out in her frustration--and
began to lick the jewel clean herself, watching her pet.
“I think you deserve another reward,” Master Tara said simply, making
a mystical gesture in the air. With a flash of magic, a very large, (very large!)
strap-on appeared in her hand, complete with leather harness. “And you
need to show your appreciation,” Master observed. “Louder.”
The witch then strapped on the big, fat, silicone cock to the front of her skin
tight, leather pants.
“Down,” the blonde goddess ordered with another sexy, half-leer. “And
bend over.”
Out on the warehouse floor, Faith-Slayer stood among Kakistos’ hacked up
body pieces and wiped a bloody hand across her sweaty forehead. The Willow-Slave’s
suddenly very loud, enthusiastic cries of being Master-fucked echoed in the
stale, warehouse air.
“Damn, I wish I had me some a that,” Slay-Faith said wistfully. Suddenly,
her bloody arms were full of bloody little Slay-Buffster, trying to devour her
mouth and wrap her viselike legs around her waist.
“Shut up shut up shut up,” Buff-Slayer ordered her staggering Sister-Slay,
as Faith tried to stay upright. “Just fuck me!!” Little Buffy really
wanted Master Tara to do her writhing, Slayer-bod sixteen different ways to
Sunday, but until then, the Slay-Buff would boink Faith into the floor.
“ErHrmHrm Hrm,” they heard Giles-Watcher say, noisily clearing his
throat. His glasses were permanently steamed up. He held up two huge sledge
hammers in both fists. “Not until you’ve,” he implied, indicating
Kakistos’ scattered body parts with a nod of his head.
“AHHHH!! AHHHH!!” they all heard Willow-Slave scream from the bathroom
on the far side of the warehouse floor, and Giles’ Britty, stiff upper
lip gave a twitch.
Willow gripped the sink porcelain desperately, and tried to relax her vaginal
muscles as Master pushed another two inches of Mr. Monster (the brand new Big
Dick), into her. Willow was in demony Nirvana; she just loved being Master
Tara’s fuck toy. Finally she felt the whole length slide inside completely
and her entire body twitched and trembled at the delicious invasion.
“Ohh, look at you,” she heard Tara coo above her, as the vampire shuddered
from being all filled up. Suddenly, Willow felt the sting of a hard Smack! on
her bare ass. Then another slap. It had taken practically ten minutes to just
push Mr. Monster all the way inside her tight, vampire pet, and Master Tara
was enjoying the sight of sweet, stuffed pussy. “Aren’t you pretty,
just chock full of cock,” Tara admired.
* * *
* * *
“SHRIEK!!” Tara screamed, and brought the manuscript up to her head,
burying herself and her embarrassed laughter into the paper.
“Wha,” Willow sputtered. Tara just shrieked and laughed again. Then
laughed some more, practically mauling the manuscript she clutched in her hands
as she tried to muffle her cries. She had tried so hard not to bust up at the
words, ‘Mr. Monster’, but that last line of Master Tara’s had
finally done the blonde witch in. Oh Goddess!!
“OH, Well--see if you can write better, Missy!!” Willow ejected, incensed
at Tara’s mirth. She tried to grab her poor story out of her girlfriend’s
hands.
“Ohh,” Tara finally emitted, after her fits of laughter had ended.
The witch wiped at her eyes. She had lost the manuscript and it was now held
protectively in a sullen Willow’s fists. “I’m sorry,” Tara
said sincerely. “I, I didn’t mean to...I mean, I--I’ve written
something too,” she then gave, hoping to placate her girlfriend’s
hurt feelings. “After you told me about you as, um, a human? So I wrote
something. And it’s kind of...” and Tara blushed deeply. Willow forgot
her resentment and stared at her blonde witch expectantly. “And, um...let’s
finish this!” Tara then exclaimed and grabbed the manuscript out of Willow’s
hands.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
(Tara forced her eyes to skip over the ‘chock’ part.)
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
“ER, HrmHrm Hrm,” Willow heard the Watcher-G say, clearing his English
throat politely behind them. Master’s cock was halfway pulled out of Willow,
and then it got pushed right back inside the vampire again.
“OHHHHH,” Willow moaned loudly.
“What is it? I’m busy,” Tara informed tersely. She watched as
she pulled out of her pet’s sweet, little, creamy cunt once more. God,
her little vampire was so tight!
“Well, y-yes,” the G-Watch stammered, obviously averting his eyes
with a hand as he stepped hesitantly into the bathroom. “But a message
has arrived, courtesy of a minion we did not know, whom Buffy staked b-before
we c-could--but anyway, here is the message.” Giles held out a piece of
paper vaguely in Master Tara’s direction. “Which is rather urgent,
I’m afraid--”
“OHHHH,” Willow moaned wantonly again, trying to thrust up against
Master’s retreating cock.
“I-I-I-It’s from your other pet, Puppy,” Giles hastily added,
waving the paper back and forth. “Who I’m afraid is now....Evil
Puppy,” he ended ominously.
Tara let go of her vampire’s hips and snatched at the irritating white
paper the Watcher waved around. She stared at it with her intense, blue eyes.
It read:
Dear Mistress (not),
The Soul is gone. Thanks for the Happy. Now I will kill and destroy everything
you hold dear.
Love,
Your Evil Puppy
“Shit,” Tara ejected, reading the note a second time. She tossed the
note and took firm hold of her vampire’s hips again. She resumed pumping
her cock in and out of her pet, a frown marring her lovely forehead.
“I’ll be a minute,” Tara ordered, as her pet cried out once more
with each deep thrust.
“Of Of Of Of course,” Giles gave hurriedly, and walked out of the
bathroom in a very funny, but possibly stiff, British manner.
* * *
* * *
Tara turned another page of the story. She realized it was more bathroom ‘banging’.
“Hrm,” she cleared her throat. “That’s a.... really long
minute.”
Willow just smiled at her. “I found the sex scenes really easy to write,”
she stated. She eagerly sat even closer to Tara as her girlfriend read the story
further. Without realizing it, Tara raised a hand absentmindedly and began running
it through Willow’s hair, petting her as she read. When Tara got to a part
that really turned her on, the petting became more a massaging of Willow’s
scalp, and it made the vampire purr.
Just so Tara wouldn’t have to remove her hand, Willow helpfully turned
the pages for her witch.
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
(Twenty pages later, and twenty or so minutes later:)
* * *
(Willow’s fic:)
* * *
“OH TARA--OH TARA--OH----” Willow screamed, and her body convulsed
so hard, her grip tore the sink from the wall. Willow fell with it, slipping
off Master’s cock as fireworks played behind her eyes. Willow was aware
of nothing, she just twitched, over and over, lying in the bathroom wreckage
and only faintly aware of Master’s arms gathering the vampire to her.
“Wow,” Faith-Slayer whispered, having witnessed nearly the whole ‘banging’
scene and the incredible climax. Somehow, F-Slayer got her hands on a fresh,
red popsicle (how? Please don’t ask), and was slowly pushing it in and
out of her mouth. Buff-Slay merely stood like a little stone next to her sister
Slayer, utterly enrapt with the sight of Master’s slick, big, super, artificial
cock.
“Can....Can we have a turn too?” Buffy asked in a little voice. Her
hazel eyes were big and hopeful.
“No, go find my Puppy,” Tara ordered, as she held her pet’s shuddering
body close.
Faith immediately left, knowing an order when she heard one. She kept sucking
on her popsicle, distractedly thinking about Master-cock, Willow-cream, and
maybe when she found (currently evil) Puppy, she could bang him too. Chained
up, of course. Then she felt a very frustrated Buffy leap upon her back, taking
her down upon the warehouse floor.
“I need that, inside me, NOW,” Buffy snarled, and grabbed for Faith’s
ice treat.
“AW Fuck!!” Faith complained. What a waste of good popsicle! she resentfully
thought.
to be continued.
* * *
* * *
“Oh!” Tara exclaimed, turning the manuscript over and viewing the
blank side. “Oh darn. That’s it? There’s more, right?”
“Uh huh,” she felt Willow breathe against her face, and Tara was startled
to realize that Willow, while she had been reading, had somehow wiggled herself
into Tara’s lap and now had her arms around her witch.
“So,” Tara said, as Willow helpfully removed the story from her hand
and tossed it to her lair floor. “So, they all go after Evil Puppy now,
right?”
“Uh huh,” Willow affirmed, tracing a finger over Tara’s very
pretty face. “He even tries to eat pet Willow,” she added with a little
pout.
“Oh!!” Tara exclaimed again, and Willow enjoyed her witch’s sudden
grip around her waist--so possessive! The vampire wriggled and grinned. “That
fiend! But Master Tara kicks his ass, right?”
“Yes, but you know how these stories go. Maybe Willow’s all dying
and stuff,” Willow gave sadly.
“No dying. Not for my Will,” Tara declared, a firm hand behind Willow’s
head as she brought her vampire down to kiss her. They enjoyed a nice make-out
session for a while, both obviously a little heated from a bit of smut reading.
“Mmmm,” Tara hummed, when they finally parted--mostly so she could
have some air. Playfully, her fingers entwined with Willow’s right one.
Willow’s green eyes widened as she felt Tara wiggle her Master ring loose.
Tara slipped it free, then held it up, admiring it. She gave her vampire a sultry
look, but her voice was shy when she finally voiced what she was thinking.
“May I?” she finally asked with a half-grin. Willow only nodded, trying
not to look eager. She watched with unneeded held breath as her witch slipped
on the ring. It fit perfectly on her right hand. Then Tara slid Willow off her
lap and to the bed, rising to stand before her. She pulled off her sweater,
watching Willow all the while with deep, blue eyes, and then pulled the ties
of her top.
“How’s my Willow pet?” Tara murmured with a rumbly purr, and
Willow stared wide eyed up at her and shivered.
Ooo!! Master Tara was home!
the end!