Disclaimer: This story contains rape and despite Buffy "liking it", does not mean that's reality. Got it? For more on how I feel about this, Click here.
WAIT! Before we proceed, you'd better be sure of what you've gotten yourself into! I told you my archive was disturbing, didn't I? This story contains rape, f/f slash, and near death experience for Buffy. Generally Spuffy, but their relationship isn't a big factor in this story. I wrote it on a dare for Buffynoncon online group, and it kind of took of from there. As it is, this story has two installments and may soon (hopefully, if I can find time to write it), have a third.
Also, you may will notice a few asterisks. As always, these will be explained at the bottom of the page.
Buffy walked through Sunnydale, patrolling late at night. The night air let her know that something was amiss. She couldn't tell exactly what it was, but her Slayer sense was tingling. Suddenly her body tensed, and she felt a stirring of fear she had thought long dead resurface.
It had been a few years ago when she and Giles had come across a murdered Siliro in the park, the apparent victim of a mugging gone wrong. Siliro only killed to eat, and only the women did the hunting. The Siliro's human assailants had probably not believed him when he'd told them he had no money, and upon his death, he had shifted out of the form of a white man in a business suit into that of a tall blue demon with slick skin. Giles had told her, briefly in passing while they were disposing of the corpse, about their female counterparts. Female Siliro demons couldn't digest calcium like their men, through fruits and vegetables. Instead, they had to absorb it through living tissue, and most of the animals in this dimension were incompatible for calcium transfer. Only humans and turkeys could have their calcium storage liquidated, and the x chromosome in human men eliminated them from the pool of potential victims. So their only resource left were birds.
Buffy had a feeling that the nine foot tall, gleaming blue Siliro with breasts wasn't about to pass her up for the all night chicken dive on Main Street.
The Siliro, who's name, unbeknownst to Buffy, was Scoli, looked the human girl up and down. The blonde would be a tasty treat for tonight, and effective osteoporosis prevention for tomorrow.
Buffy assumed a fighting stance, and Scoli approached cautiously. They circled each other for tense moments, before Buffy shot a quick punch to Scoli's midsection, which was about level with Buffy's chest. Scoli shuddered backwards and Buffy took the opening, pummelling the blue Demon's slick, shiny tummy until dark violet bruises began to flower on Scoli's skin.
But Scoli demons were survivors. Despite the fact that she was weak on her feet, once she was sitting, her muscles, bunched at the base of her spine, could stop focusing on supporting her body weight and be concentrated on fighting. The only problem was, a sitting position would force Scoli to uncover her tummy and bare her tender heart beneath the tough, shiny blue flesh covering it. Any sudden or violent contact with it would mean death for her. No matter. Scoli was not in the mood to fight, she was in the mood to eat, which was an activity that also required sitting.
When the Siliro demon before her fell to her knees, Buffy smiled, thinking she had defeated it and closed in for the kill. Imagine her surprise when Scoli's unfathomably strong arms gripped her. Suddenly, her face was level with Scoli's crotch. And Buffy shuddered in hopeless fear.
She squirmed for release, but it was no use, and in a moment, Buffy's face was squished up against the entrance to Scoli's giant vagina. It resembled a human one, except that it was five times the size. It was adorned with navy blue hair that responded to touch, and smelled of a heady and personal mixture of halibut and frankincense.
Buffy suddenly found herself praying to a god she had long thought a myth. Giles had told her of how Siliro Demons had to absorb calcium vaginally. She was terrified.
As Buffy felt her forehead slip past the entrance of Scoli's cunt, she wondered in a flash what her body would look like when it was found. Her body would be intact, Siliro Demons could only eat small portions at a time. A girl's body with a gelatin head that had no skull or teeth.
As her face was swallowed into the dark canal of Scoli's vagina, Buffy's instincts kicked in. She bit down hard on the seemingly tender flesh smothering her face, only to find that the skin was actually absorbing her teeth deeper into itself.
Buffy wrenched her mouth shut violently, but it was no use, little wormy tentacles slipped past her tightly pursed lips. Buffy could feel them wrapping themselves around her teeth. Not only that, her ears were sickeningly tickled as tiny slick tentacles insinuated themselves into her ear canal, and moved toward her skull.
Suddenly, it stopped. The tentacles ran from her mouth and ears, leaving her orifices to return to their own. The violence in it was sharp and caused her to open her mouth in pain as the tentacles uncaringly ripped out of her ears and teeth.
The next thing she felt were strong arms pulling her out of Scoli's vagina, and Buffy gasped in the fresh night air, shaking with terror.
"Buffy!", Spike said, his face twisted with horrified concern. "Baby, are you hurt? What did she do to you? Here, let me see."
And with that, Spike took his hand and wiped away the slimy halibut and frankincense scented secretions from Buffy's face. The look in her eyes made him shudder, and he pulled her into a steele embrace, before suddenly pulling back and turning Buffy's head to one side and then the other. Her ears looked alright, no blood lined them. That meant there was a good chance her skull hadn't been damaged, and there would probably be no brain damage.
He picked her up in his arms and brought her to the St. Mercy's Hospital two blocks away, not giving a backward glance to the Siliro who's heart he'd violently poked moments before; Scoli lay on the floor awaiting a death that would swiftly come...or would it?
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That was the night Buffy lost her fear of Siliro Demons. She survived. Since then, since the hospital had released her with a bill of good health and the dentist had refilled the tiny cavities left by Scoli, she had found no more Siliro.
Oddly enough, the one thing she couldn't kill was the sensory memory of a dark, lightless cavern, of tentacles in her ears and mouth, of the tangy and oddly arousing scent of halibut and frankincence. It returned every time her hand sought out to pleasure herself in the dark of her own bed at night.