Fic: One Down, Eight To Go (1/1)

["buffythebushkangaroo" <buffythebushkangaroo@xxxxxxxxxxx>]

Continuing my HD clean-up, I found this...

Its not very good though.

Anne-Lise.

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One Down, Eight To Go.


Tara struggled through the door to Buffy's house, laden down with 
heavy bags. Goddess, but it was good to be back home. Especially 
after that trip to her real home where she'd suffered the third 
degree from her parents.
She edged her way to the kitchen and dropped her heavy bags. A 
momentary feline screech heralded the demise of Miss Kitty, who'd 
just wanted to rub against Tara's familiar ankles.
"Oh no!"

*

Tara sat in the centre of a pentagram studying the notes Willow'd 
made. She made a few changes of her own with a pencil and guessed she 
was ready.
"Pussy of the people," she mooed, "let her cross over!"
Nothing happened. She tried the cantatas a few more times just for 
good measure, then gave up. A good, strong cup of tea. That's what 
she needed. She was about to leave the pentagram when she saw Miss 
Kitty's limp form tremble.
"Miss Kitty," Tara happily declared. "I brought you back! Now Willow 
won't be upset with me!"
At that moment, as luck would have it, the sun dropped below the 
horizon. Miss Kitty's body altered, unsubtly.
"Mrrrrrrrrristress!", Miss Kitty said, as her body grew into a six-
foot tall womanly shape. Tara's breath was quite literally taken away 
as Miss Kitty pounced on her and snuggled her down to the ground. The 
catgirl's tongue washed over Tara's nose and face while her tail 
rubbed against Tara's leg.
"Miss Kitty!" Tara gasped.
"Yesss?" Feline eyes regarded Tara from a lightly furred, yet 
stunningly beautiful face.
As Tara struggled to get up, Miss Kitty leaped away from her and 
scampered over to the wardrobe. She pulled Willow's toybox out from 
its hidey place.
"Can we play?" Miss Kitty asked.

*

The sun rose to find Willow staring wide-eyed from the doorway. 
Tara lay asleep on top of her bed, nude, dreaming the innocent sleep 
of the sexually exhausted. Next to her lay Miss Kitty. Willow walked 
slowly over and scritched the cat under the chin.
Tara's eyes opened, and seeing Willow, she bolted upright.
"Hey you," Willow greeted and kissed Tara fully. Willow broke the 
kiss with a frown on her face.
"W...what's wrong?" Tara asked.
Willow shrugged. "Strange taste."
"Oh... It must have been something I ate." Tara hugged Willow, who 
returned the embrace with a squeeze and a cheerful smile.
"Do you intend to get dressed, or would you like to eat again?" 
Willow asked.

*

Miss Kitty dropped down to the floor and padded away from the noisy 
witches. She entered Dawn's room, and found the young Summers 
brushing her hair and staring at her reflection thoughtfully.
Miss Kitty mrowled a greeting, and got scooped up into Dawn's 
loving arms.
"Would you like your fur brushed too?" Dawn asked, staring 
affectionately into Miss Kitty's face. Miss Kitty replied by licking 
Dawn's nose.

*

As darkness fell Miss Kitty once again found herself in a 
troublingly different body. Nothing felt right, and her nose didn't 
seem to work properly. She wandered back into Dawn's room where Dawn 
was happily asleep and dreaming of art class.
Warm lips pressing against her own woke Dawn from her pleasant 
slumber. Her eyes went really wide. Strangely though, she didn't feel 
like screaming. After all, it might be Tara wanting her company...
She stared into the darkness at the stranger taking advantage of 
her nubile form. Yet she didn't recognise this woman. Who could it 
be? Eyes glinted in the darkness.
Suddenly the stranger moved away from her, and Dawn struggled to 
catch her breath, flustered. A hard object was thrust into her 
seeking hand which she identified as her hairbrush.
"You promissssed," the stranger whispered.
"Promised?" Dawn drew a blank.
"Promissssed to brush my furrrr," Miss Kitty replied.

*

Strange noises coming from Dawn's room brought the Slayer running. 
She burst into her sister's bedroom to find Dawn naked with a strange 
woman.
"Oh..." Buffy did a double-take and turned around. She briefly tried 
to straighten up the door, which hung on a single broken hinge, and 
left.
Willow found her in the kitchen the next morning in a near-comatose 
state.
"What's wrong?" she asked the Slayer. "You look troubled."
Buffy peered up from the table which had caught her attention for 
the last seven hours. "Oh, its nothing. Must be Tuesday," she 
replied. The table drew her attention again.
Willow backed away, slowly, removing any sharp implements from 
Buffy's reach. Then she went to check on little Dawnie.

*

Willow stared wide-eyed at the sight of Dawn lying nude on top of 
her bed. Next to her lay Miss Kitty. Willow walked slowly over and 
scritched the cat under the chin. She stared at the broken door and 
shrugged. Collatoral damage was a daily part of life in Sunnydale. 
She shrugged again and walked away down the corridor.

*

As darkness fell, Miss Kitty once more assumed her catgirl form, 
and again felt distinctly uncomfortable. The door to Willow and 
Tara's room was closed. Since she'd never learned to operate a door 
handle, she had no choice but to move on down the hallway. The door 
to Dawn's room seemed a little unsafe so she entered the room 
opposite. It was empty. She turned to leave, but a noise at the 
window heralded the return of the violent one. Buffy rolled into the 
bedroom and flipped one-handed into a graceful half-somersault that 
landed her on her back on the bed.
"God, I'm good," the violent girl's voice whispered as she started 
to drift off to sleep.
Miss Kitty decided that here was a playmate worth keeping.
Warm lips pressing against her own pulled Buffy out of her doze.
"Will..." she broke off as soft lips once more ravaged hers. When 
they broke contact, lightly furred hands caressed her aching nipples, 
causing Buffy's back to arch with building desire. "Oh, Willow..."
"Yes?" Willow stood in the doorway, drawn by the noise.
Buffy shot upright. "Then who...?"
Willow flipped on the light to see a semi-naked Buffy with 
something quite distinctly inhuman.
"You thought this was me?" Willow asked, amused.
Buffy shrugged. "It was kinda hopeful," she admitted.
"Who is this?" Willow asked. 'Wow, she's cute,' she thought.
The catgirl's ears drooped.
"Miss Kitty," Buffy read, staring at the medallion hanging from the 
blue collar around the catgirl's neck.
"Tara?" Willow shouted. "Get your bony butt in here and explain 
yourself!"
Willow's shout brought Tara and Dawn running.

*

The sun rose to find Willow in Buffy's arms. Dawn's face lay 
against Tara's inner thigh. Tara's finger's seemed lost somewhere in 
Dawn's hair, and Willow's hand seemed comfortable right where it was, 
thank you very much.
In the middle of this mess of limbs, a small black cat snoozed 
peacefully.

*

End.