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The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by Josh Whedon and Mutant Enemy. This story is intended for the
non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a
parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be
made from the distribution of this story.

	A Tale Of Two Slayers
	by Ann Douglas
	(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)


	In every generation, there is a Chosen One. She alone will
stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of
darkness. She is the Slayer.

	Or so it has been for so many generations as to become the
stuff of legends.  Until the mantle of the Chosen One fell up a
young California High School girl named Buffy Summers.  Unlike
those who came before her, Buffy refused to live the life of a
solitary warrior, relying on friends to aid her in the never-ending
fight.  A difference that proved to have far-reaching and
previously unimagined effects.

	When Buffy Summers fell in battle, as all Slayers before
her had done, the mystic call had gone out for another to take her
place.  But then, since Buffy had not been alone when she fell, her
friends were able to bring her back from clinical death.  So, for
the first time in history, two young women now carried the title -
Vampire Slayer.

			          -=-=-=-

	The dark cloak of night had long overtaken the warmth of
day as two young women moved silently through the graveyard.
Leading the way was a blonde-haired teen; her long hair tied back
in a ponytail and dressed in simple denim jacket, black jeans and a
sleeveless white T-shirt.  Using hand signals, she showed her
companion which path she was planning to take toward their
destination.  Not waiting for an acknowledgment, the slim,
athletically-built, girl leapt over a wide tombstone and raced
toward the large mausoleum a few hundred yards ahead.

	There were a dozen cemeteries in the town of Sunnydale,
and each as familiar to the Slayer as her own backyard.  For a town
of Sunnydale's size, the number of graveyards might seem
excessive to a casual observer, but the small community was far
from ordinary.  It was built a century before over the Hellmouth,
an entrance to the underworld and a center of demonic activity.

	Her companion, dark-haired and dressed in similar clothing,
if of a darker shade, waited a few seconds and then headed for
the tall structure as well.  Using a different path, she stealthily
came up from the opposite direction.  Nearing the open space in
front of the iron gated entrance, she saw a large group of men and
women standing in front of it.

	Or what appeared to be men and women, for in her heart she
knew them to be dark reflections of the people whose bodies they
now possessed.  Soulless demons that had risen from the grave,
draining the blood of the living for sustenance, adding some of
their victims to their number.  It was to combat such evil that she
had been born.

	Long before she had received her mystic call, and the
powers it had imparted within her, she had been training for her
destiny.  Taken from her family home in Jamaica at an early age,
the light-brown skinned girl had raised with only one goal in mind -
to be the Slayer.  A destiny that she had been taught would
require her to forsake all aspects of a normal life.

	It was that single-minded dedication that caused Kendra,
for that was the only name she had ever known, to have such
difficulty understanding this one called Buffy.  During her years of
training, she had studied the lives of those who came before her.
 From the primitive who was the first, to the Slayer who had
preceded Buffy Summers.  They had all given themselves fully to
the life, accepting the wise advice of the Council of Watchers.
Yet, time and again, Buffy insisted on defying their orders.  This
was not the life of a Slayer as it had been taught to her.

	Even more, the American had grown up with her family by
her side, and when the gift of her powers had been made known to
her, she had tried to deny them.  Then, after finally taking up the
role she had been born to, Buffy had disregarded the first rule of
a Slayer, that of secrecy.  Almost from the beginning, she had
involved those she called friends in her mission.

	Much as she had pondered the discrepancies in the weeks
since she had met her still living predecessor, those were questions
to be put aside for now.  The small grouping in front of her had
become aware of her presence and now turned in her direction.

	Following their previously agreed upon plan, Kendra stood up
from behind the headstone that had temporarily concealed her
from the vampire nest and stepped out into the open.  As
expected, all eyes turned in her direction.

	"Who the hell are you?"  the tallest of the figures closest to
her, who in life had been George Wilson, called out.

	"I'll tell you who she is,"  the shade of Michael Smith,
standing at the other end of the semi-circle, said as his features
morphed into his game face,  "she's dinner.  I do so love it when
they deliver."

	"I am Kendra," the mocha skinned girl said without fear as
she lifted a sharply pointed wooden stake in her hand,  "de vampire
Slayer."

	"Yeah, right,"  the first vampire laughed, a reaction echoed
by the rest of the ensemble,  "and I'm Count Dracula."

	Taking advantage of their distraction, Kendra surged
forward and, with a rapid motion almost too quick to follow, drove
her stake into the chest of the laughing demon.  There was just
enough time for George Wilson's face to fill with a look of surprise
before his entire body collapsed into a pile of finely ground dust.
A pile that was quickly carried away by the blowing breeze.

	"God damn you, bitch!"  Michael Smith cried out as he
watched his associate die a second death, ignoring the absurdity of
a spawn of hell calling on the Deity to curse someone.

	"I think she might be for real, Mike,"  a red-haired female
vampire said from the back of the pack.

	The remaining vampires took a step back, moving to form a
wide circle around Kendra, keeping a respectable distance from her
and the deadly tool in her hand.  Her senses fully on alert to any
sudden moment they might make, the dark-haired girl kept herself
moving as to keep all of them in view.

	"You know, I'm actually glad to meet you, Slayer,"  Smith
said with a grinning laugh as a realization caused his anger to
abate,  "I really am.  Cause according to the legend, just the fact
that you're here means that Buffy bitch is feeding the worms
somewhere.  And I for one am not sorry to see her go, only that I
wasn't the one that got to plant her."

	"Then I think you're going to be doubly disappointed,"  a
voice said from behind the vampire as he felt a sudden, sharp pain
in his chest,  "because the legend's been rewritten."

	He just had time to look down and see a wooden arrow
sticking from his torso. Then, in less time than it would've taken his
heart to beat, if it did beat, he became dust in the wind as his
compatriot had done a minute before.

	"Two Slayers?"  another of the female vampires, a dark
skinned girl named Tanya, asked in confusion as the remaining
demons turned to look at the new arrival.

	"... no waiting."  Buffy answered, completing a phrase that
had become almost a litany these last few weeks.

	 Buffy dropped the now empty crossbow and did a barrel roll
that brought her to Kendra's side.  Continuing the fluid motion, she
rose to her feet, drawing a wooden stake from beneath her jacket.
A powerful kick into the chest of the closest vamp sent him
hurdling into a tall stone obelisk, stunning him long enough for her
to dispatch the surprised demon with a quick thrust.

	Kendra followed her lead, lashing out at the closest vampire
as well, reducing her to ashes after knocking her to the ground
with a blinding series of powerful punches.

	Of the original group, almost a third were already gone.

	Odds of more than four to one, especially with the element
of surprise exhausted, might seem overwhelming, but neither
Slayer showed any signs of fear.  They covered each other's backs
as the remaining vamps circled around them.

	The clock ticked slowly as both Slayers and the remaining
members of the nest took stock of the situation, each gauging
their chances of success in the coming battle.  Tension hung in the
air like a tangible thing, until an unexpected voice broke it.

	"Buffy?  Buffy Summers?"  one of the remaining undead, a
brunette the same age as Buffy, asked as she stepped out to the
front of the group.  "Is that really you?"

	It took the blonde-haired Slayer a moment to recognize the
girl calling her name.  It wasn't until she dropped her game face
that she remembered her.

	"Sandy Wilson?"  Buffy said, remembering the girl she knew
from her first months at Sunnydale High.

	"How are you?"  Sandy asked, her tone and mannerisms
shifting from the murdering demon she was to the party girl she
once had been.

	"A little busy at the moment,"  Buffy said, keeping the rest
of the pack in view.

	"I can't believe you're the Slayer,"  Sandy said as she
stepped even closer.  "I mean like you used to copy my answers in
history class."

	One of the problems with living on the Hellmouth was that
some of the undead you encountered tended to be people you once
knew.  Putting that from her mind and taking advantage of her new
proximity, Buffy swung out her arm and dusted Sandy.

	"Her answers didn't help,"  Buffy quipped as she pulled back
her stake and whirled about to face the two other vamps that had
surged forward after she had staked Sandy,  "I got a C in that
course."

	The rest of the nest followed suit and battle was quickly
joined.  Aside from possessing inhuman strength, vampires tended
to return from the dead with an assortment of fighting skills that
they had lacked in life.  It took all of both Slayer's strength and
training to just to brunt the force of their attack, and then try to
turn it around.

	The first vamp to reach Kendra spied a weapon in the form
of a long handled shovel left behind by a careless gravedigger.
Swinging it like an ax, he aimed it at the Slayer's head.  Kendra
leaned back at the last moment and avoided decapitation as his
swing went wide.

	He swung again from above, but she blocked the attack with
her stake.  Still, the force of the impact knocked it from her hand.
Kendra brought her booted foot up in a snap kick that dislodged
the spade from his hands, sending the makeshift weapon spinning
into the air.

	Kendra grabbed the long handle with both hands, bringing it
down across her knee with enough force to snap it in two.  Dropping
the half with the metal pan, she drove the now jagged wooden end
into the heart of her adversary, again reducing their number.

	Realizing that their sole advantage lay in their still superior
numbers, four of the remaining vamps attacked Buffy at once.  The
golden haired Slayer grabbed one by his shirt and pulled him to her
as she dropped down to the ground.  Once on her back, she lifted
him off of her with both her legs and sent him hurling into the
broken branch of a nearby tree.  The impromptu stake served its
purpose as his body exploded in a dust cloud.

	Jumping back up on her feet, Buffy managed to avoid the
swing of another onrushing vampire, blocking it and then smashing
her elbow into his face, followed by a backhand punch to his head.
He went down awkwardly, but gained his fellows the opening they
needed.

	Tanya caught Buffy off guard with a solid punch in the face.
A second blow right behind it was hard enough to split her lip.
Buffy stumbled backward, but managed to stay on her feet.

	The vamp she had stunned, joined by the last of the quartet,
returned to the fray and grabbed Buffy's arms.  Tanya grabbed
the restrained Slayer by her hair, yanking her head up hard and
fast before she could regain her equilibrium.  Another pair of
powerful blows followed, this time in her stomach.

	Kendra meanwhile copied a move from her recent adversary,
with much more successful results.  Using the sharpened blade she
carried in her boot, one could never have enough weapons after all,
she decapitated her present opponent, which had the same effect
as a stake through the heart.

	Tired of being a punching bag, Buffy used the vamps pinning
her arms to her advantage.  Bracing her weight on them, she
brought up both her legs and wrapped them around Tanya's neck,
snapping it in two.  It wasn't enough to kill her, but caused her to
drop like a marionette whose strings had been cut.  The killing
came a few moments later when, after breaking free of her
captors, she drove her backup stake into the black girl's chest.

	There was no time for celebration as Buffy immediately
returned her attention back to the two she had just escaped from.
One lunged at Buffy's legs, attempting to pin her down once more.
He grabbed empty air as the Slayer leapt high into the air, letting
him pass beneath her.

	The other tried a more direct approach.  Producing a long
jagged knife from his belt, he swung it at Buffy's mid-section as
she dropped back down.  The blow grazed her side, drawing a small
amount of blood as she hit the ground.  Ignoring the cut, she
blocked a second attack with her left arm, grabbing his knife arm
with her right and snapping it in two.  Alternating kicks pushed him
back just long enough for her to make an opening for her deadly
stake.  Number ten crumbled to dust.

	Number eleven came from behind, hoping to catch her
unaware.  Without even looking back, Buffy flipped her stake and
drove it into his chest, pulling it out even before he imploded.

	Finally, only two remained.  These turned out to be the
cream of the pack, not as easily dispatched as their fellows.  Buffy
paired off with the female vamp, as Kendra held her ground against
the male.

	Back and forth they battled, as Kendra drew on every
aspect of her Slayer skills.  But the very fact that there had been
so many Slayers before her was proof that sometimes, even that
wasn't enough as the vampire delivered a crushing blow off the
side of her head, powerful enough to stun her for a second.  It was
a hesitation he took full advantage of, knocking the stake from her
hand and catching her in a chokehold.

	The vamp had the advantage of leverage as Kendra found
herself unable to break his grip.  It was getting hard to breathe
and she found her field of vision beginning to shrink and blur.

	"Always wanted to kill a Slayer,"  he laughed as he applied
even greater pressure, cutting off her breath totally.

	An unaccustomed fear filled Kendra as she struggled
hopelessly against his strength.  She could feel the press of his
fangs against her exposed neck, not quite breaking the skin yet as
he savored the moment, but leaving no doubt as to his intention.
The Jamaican girl heard the words of her Watcher in her mind,
reminding her that there were some things worse than death.

	"I always wanted a puppy,"  Buffy said as she suddenly
appeared behind the vampire and with a quick thrust, turned him
into part of the dust to dust set,  "but we don't always get what
we want, do we?"

	It took Kendra a second or two to realize the crushing
weight against her windpipe was gone.  Then another few breaths
to regain her voice.

	"Don't you just hate it when they turn to dust before you
get to use your best lines,"  Buffy grinned as she glanced around
them to be sure they'd gotten them all.  "Sometimes the undead
can be just so inconsiderate."

	"Ya saved me,"  Kendra said, her voice still a little raw.

	"Of course, we're on the same team, aren't we?"  Buffy
smiled.  "You know, I've been thinking about that, maybe we should
get shirts or something made up?"

	"Tank ya,"  Kendra said, not sure if Buffy was being serious
or not.

	"Blue would be a nice color, or maybe something in red.
What do you think?"  Buffy said as she stepped over to where
Kendra's stake had fallen, picking it up and handing it to her.
"Here you go, wouldn't want you to lose Mister Pointy, would we?"

			          -=-=-=-

	Kendra was unusually silent as they decided to call it a night
and headed back to Buffy's house.  The house was empty, with
Buffy's mother visiting friends in Los Angeles.  Deciding to make a
snack before they turned in, Buffy led her counterpart to the
kitchen.

	"Hungry?"  she asked Kendra as she opened the refrigerator
to see what leftovers were available.

	"No, tank ya,"  Kendra said, food being the last thing on her
mind at the moment.

	"Suit yourself,"  Buffy said as she took a piece of cold
chicken and ripped off a piece of it, popping it into her mouth.  "I
always get a little hungry after dusting a few vamps."

	"Should we not report to Mr. Giles and tell him of the
vampires we have slain?"  Kendra asked.

	"It'll wait till morning,"  Buffy said as she took a second
piece of chicken.  "Are you sure you don't want some?"

	"I am sure,"  Kendra replied.

	"Okay," Buffy said as she covered the plate and put it back
in the refrigerator.  "I guess it's time to turn in then and get some
sleep.  Even with Slayer strength, it's not easy leading two lives.
Personally, I'd rather face whatever thingie decides to come out
of the Hellmouth next than Miss Rosselli's English Lit class."

	Kendra followed Buffy up the stairs to the second floor
bedrooms.  Telling her mother that the other Slayer was an
exchange student, which in a way she was, Buffy had convinced her
to let Kendra stay in the guest room during her visit.

	"Well have a good night's sleep,"  Buffy said as they reached
the door to the guest room,  "what's left of it anyway."

	She turned to go to her own room, when Kendra stopped her.
The Jamaican girl laid a hand on Buffy's shoulder, causing her to
pause and turn back around.  She didn't say anything for a few
moments, trying to form the right words.

	"There are some tings that I find meself having a problem
with,"  Kendra said.

	"What sort of things?"  Buffy asked.

	"What a Slayer is supposed to be?"

	"Well you're the one with the handbook,"  Buffy smiled,
thinking that the other girl's main problem was that she was much
too serious all the time.

	"I now begin ta tink dat all the answers are not in wat de
Council has taught me,"  she admitted.

	"Welcome to my world,"  Buffy smiled, thinking that maybe
Giles asking Kendra to stay on a few weeks was a good idea after
all.  "Why don't we go to my room and have a little chat."

	"I would like that,"  Kendra replied, following Buffy across
the hall.

	"Have a seat," Buffy said as she cleared some of the laundry
that had been piled up on her bed.  "So what's on your mind
specifically?"

	"Friends,"  Kendra said.

	"What about them?"  Buffy asked as she sat down next to
her.

	"Wat is it like to have them?"  Kendra asked.

	"You don't know?"  Buffy asked in return.

	"I have never had dem."

	"Oh yes you have,"  Buffy replied.

	Kendra just gave Buffy a blank look, unable to understand
what she was saying.

	"I'm your friend, and Giles is certainly your friend too.
Didn't he ask you to stay here a few weeks before going home?"

	"Ya are anodder Slayer,"  Kendra retorted,  "and he is a
Watcher.  There can be no friendship there, only duty and
responsibility."

	"That's the Council talking,"  Buffy said.  "Trust me, Giles is
nothing like most of them.  I can honestly say that as much as I
didn't want to be the Slayer in the beginning, I've really come to
love him as if he was family."

	"A Watcher as family?"  Kendra repeated, now making it a
question to be asked of herself, one that she found it hard to apply
to Mr. Zabuto, the Watcher that had raised her.  Teacher and
taskmaster of course, but looking upon him as family seemed too
far to reach.

	"Besides, even if you eliminate me and Giles, you also have
friends in Willow and Xander."  Buffy went on.  "Even Angel sort of
liked you, after you stopped trying to drive a stake through his
heart of course."

	That Buffy maintained a relationship, however platonic, with
a vampire was the hardest thing about the Slayer for Kendra to
understand.  Regardless of the nonsense they had told her about
Angel having a soul, she usually found it hard to think of him as
anything but an animal to be slaughtered.

	"Xander even thought you were really cute,"  Buffy smiled,
"but then again I think he says that about every girl he meets."

	"I do not know any boys,"  Kendra said,  "Mr. Zabuto said dey
were too much of a distraction."

	"That they can be,"  Buffy grinned,  "but a nice distraction
at times."

	"Do ya have feelings for Xander?"  Kendra asked.

	"Of course, we've been friends since..."  Buffy started to
say, then realized what Kendra meant.  "Well he's had a crush on
me almost since the day I met him, but I really don't feel the same
way about him.  He understands that and we're cool about it."

	"And Willow?"

	"Willow definitely has a crush on Xander."  Buffy said.
"They grew up together, but I don't think he really sees her as
anything but a friend and ..."

	"I meant ya and Willow,"  Kendra corrected.

	"Oh we're the best friends,"  Buffy replied.  "I think she
was the first friend I made here in Sunnydale.  I don't know what
I would do without her."

	"Are de two of ya lovers?"  Kendra asked.

	"Me and Willow?"  a surprised Buffy asked, thinking that she
heard it wrong.

	The expression on Kendra's face told her that she had
heard it right.

	"I really don't think that Willow is the sort that might be
attracted to other girls,"  Buffy said, as if the thought had never
occurred to her before, "at least not in that way."

	Kendra's face bore a look of momentary confusion.  How
could Buffy, with the same abilities that she possessed, not see
what was obvious to her?

	"And ya?"

	"Me what?"

	"Have ya ever thought of a girl in dat way?"

	Now it was Buffy's turn to give a non-verbal response as a
knowing, yet non-committal smile filled her face.  It was one that
Kendra studied intensely for long, silent seconds.  Then, with no
answer forthcoming, she took the first totally emotional action she
had ever taken in her life.

	Leaning forward, she kissed Buffy on the lips.

			          -=-=-=-

	The kiss took Buffy by surprise in a way that few things now
did.  At first, she wasn't sure how to react, but then let her own
emotions take over and enjoyed the press of Kendra's lips against
her own.  There was a soft warmth in the other Slayer's body, one
she could feel passing between them during their brief contact.

	"Whoa,"  Buffy exhaled as they both pulled back from the
kiss. "Where did that come from?"

	Kendra took a long moment before responding, still coming to
grips with having acted on emotion rather than the solid, cold and
logical facts she had been trained all her life to trust.  Since she
had been a child, it had been drilled into her that emotions were a
weakness to be avoided.  Something for other people, but not the
Slayer.  Yet, from the moment that she had discovered that Buffy
was also a Slayer, Kendra had felt an attraction that had grown
too strong to be ignored.

	There had been times in her life that she had wondered
about the attraction between two people that the books she had
read without Mr. Zabuto's knowledge had called love.  He had
forbidden her contact with men, but she had felt a stirring within
her that came close to what the books had described when she
looked at some women.

	In the past, she had suppressed any such thoughts by telling
herself that they could never be allowed to interfere with her holy
mission, that a Slayer must always be alone.  Yet, hadn't Buffy
showed her that she, also a Slayer, was stronger because of the
support of her friends.  And if a Slayer could have friends, could
she not also feel love?  What better lover could she have than one
who was not only her equal, but shared her sacred calling.

	"I do not know how to explain dis,"   Kendra said,  "Dere are
feelings inside of me dat I do not understand.  It is very
confusing."

	Hearing her words, and the passion in them, Buffy had no
confusion as to what Kendra was feeling.  Unlike her counterpart,
the blonde-haired girl's world hadn't always been filled with
stories of Slayers and vampires.  It wasn't that long ago that she
had simply been a student at Hemery High back in Los Angeles. A
popular cheerleader and member of the in crowd, who was more
interested in being elected Prom Princess and Fiesta Queen than in
the fate of the world.

	There had been a time, just before the appearance of
Merrick, her first Watcher, when the American Princess had
explored those feeling with Jennifer Walkens, her best friend on
the cheerleader squad.  Their explorations had gone pretty far,
enough for Buffy to consider that even though she had never gone
all the way with a boy, she could hardly be considered a virgin in
any but the most technical sense of the word.

	Even though she hadn't acted on those feeling since, Buffy
hadn't forgotten them.  There had been times when she couldn't
help but notice some of the women around her.  Especially after a
night patrol, when her hormones and passions were in overdrive.
Slaying didn't just make her hungry, as she had said earlier, it also
made her incredibly horny.

	Normally, as soon as she made it home it would be straight
to the shower where she could wash off the night's exertions, as
well as take care of the fires that usually blossomed between her
legs.  With Kendra staying with her the last few weeks,  that
hadn't always been possible.

	The thought of her fellow Slayer reminded the senior
vampire hunter of how sexy the Jamaican girl looked, especially
when she got all hot and sweaty, much like she had been back in
the cemetery. The image sent a pleasing spark through her body.

	"Ya are angry at me,"  Kendra said, taking Buffy's
momentary silence as a negative reaction to her kiss.  "I was wrong
in what I did."

	"No, you weren't,"  Buffy quickly replied, realizing the
possibility that Kendra felt about her pretty much the same way
that she did her.  "I was just a little surprised, that's all."

	"I tink that maybe we should just forget it happened,"
Kendra suggested, part of her mind retreating back to the safety
of never breaking the rules and following orders without question.

	"I think that would be a really bad idea,"  Buffy countered, a
broad smile filling her face.

	Kendra's own face filled with a look of surprise.  She had
thought Buffy would surely see the wisdom of ignoring what she
had just done.  Better to live with a small lie than to let dangerous
emotions run unchecked.

	"Because, if it never happened,"  Buffy explained in a soft,
quiet voice and she leaned closer to Kendra, "then I wouldn't have
any reason to do this."

	Closing that last small distance between them in a
heartbeat, Buffy kissed Kendra.  Her lips were enticingly soft, and
now that she was ready for it, the touch of them brought back
fleeting memories of the nights she and Jennifer had spent
together.  But the remembrance of the spoiled California girl
quickly faded away against the reality of the girl she was kissing
now.  There was a fire in Kendra that even with this brief touch,
Buffy knew that her one time friend could never have matched or
even understood.

	"Do you still want to make believe that none of this
happened?"  Buffy asked as she reluctantly pulled back from
Kendra, but only a fraction of the distance of before.

	"No,"  Kendra mouthed softly, her single word of surrender
almost too low for anyone not with the enhanced senses of a Slayer
to have heard.

	But heard it Buffy had, and it was enough to cause her heart
to jump a beat.  She pulled Kendra close to her once more and
kissed her again, this time gently teasing her soft lips until the
Jamaican born Slayer opened her mouth.  Buffy slipped her tongue
carefully into Kendra's mouth, slowly massaging its counterpart and
letting the girl in her arms grow used to her touch.

	Kendra's education might've been lacking in this area, but as
their mouths pressed together she proved that she was both a
quick study and eager to learn.  She quickly copied the movements
of Buffy's tongue as it slipped deeper into her mouth.  Back and
forth they traded passions , giving each a hint of the desires
within the other.

	As they continued to kiss a second time, Buffy reached down
and cupped one of Kendra's firm breasts, massaging it through her
shirt.  She could feel the nipples grow hard at her touch, and an
appreciative moan spilled from Kendra's lips.

	"Do you want to spend the night with me?"  Buffy asked
after they had kissed for a few minutes more.

	"I would like dat very much,"  Kendra replied, her lips still
tingling from Buffy's kisses.

	"I hoped you might,"  Buffy smiled as she let all of her
repressed desires come to the surface.  "So what do you say we
have some real fun?"

	Kendra didn't reply with words, as she had always been
better with actions.  She leaned towards Buffy and gently kissed
her, this time taking the opportunity to slip her hands up under
Buffy's blouse and feel her breasts.  Their softness was all she
imagined they might be.

	"Oh yes,"  Buffy whispered as she felt Kendra's fingers
massaging her nipples through her bra, strength mixing with
softness in her touch.

	Kendra kissed her again, this time a little harder and longer
as she built on what she had learned only minutes before, probing
deep into the blonde's mouth with her tongue.

	At the same time, the taller girl pressed Buffy back onto
the bed, bringing her body down on top of hers.  She continued to
squeeze the breasts in her hands, her fingers causing the nipples
to grow even more rigid.

	"And I'm supposed to be the one with experience?"  Buffy
laughed silently as she closed her eyes for a moment and savored
the strength of the girl pressing against her.

	Their mutual explorations became more pronounced, and
clothing proved little obstacle to Slayer strength.  Under forceful
hands, material began to rip and give way, exposing both pink and
mocha colored flesh.  In no time at all, the outfits they had worn
on patrol were little more than loose fitting rags that hung from
their bodies.  Even their undergarments were soon torn or pushed
aside.

	Kendra exposed one of Buffy's breasts, caressing the pink
nipple for a few seconds, then kissing and licking it before closing
her mouth around it.  Taking with it a generous amount of the
surrounding flesh, she began to suck on it eagerly.

	"Oooooooo,"  Buffy moaned loudly as she felt the wetness
engulf her skin.  It was a sensation too long absent since the days
she'd first picked up a stake in her hand.

	Spurred on by her cries, Kendra continued to massage
Buffy's excited breasts with her tongue and mouth.  At the same
time, the younger Slayer slid her other hand over to the blonde's
still covered mound and began to caress it through the thin
material of her bra.

	Pushing the now ripped bra out of the way, Kendra shifted
her mouth to Buffy's other breast, giving it the same dedicated
attention she had given the first.  The still wet flesh of Buffy's
now abandoned mound didn't stay that way for long as Kendra's
hand quickly returned to it.

	It wasn't in Buffy's nature to stay idle for long, even while
on the receiving end of such pleasure.  Sliding her hands up under
Kendra's blouse, she grabbed the seams of the army surplus top
and ripped it totally in half, exposing the large creamy mounds
beneath it.

	Thankfully, several trips to the Sunnydale Mall had given
Kendra a more substantial wardrobe than the shirt on her back
that she had first arrived with.  Even if she could only look down at
the large mocha-hued mounds for the moment, Buffy was now glad
she had failed in her attempts to explain to Kendra the need for
such things as a bra.

	Buffy continued to regain the initiative, even as Kendra
continued to send tiny sparks through her body.  Sliding her leg
between both of Kendra's, she rubbed her thigh against the
younger woman's mound.  The even more pleasing sensations caused
Kendra to follow Buffy's lead and duplicate the action.  It didn't
take long before the two Slayers had their bodies locked in a tight
embrace.

	Back and forth they rocked across Buffy's bed, their legs
grinding against the sex of the other.  Their moist nectar flowing
lavishly, aiding in their efforts as they increased both speed and
frequency.  Faster and faster they swayed, each trying first to
match the pace of the other, then being the competitive
individuals that both were, surpass it.

	The orgasm the Slayers had been racing toward overtook
each of them closely enough to be called simultaneous.  Cries of
pleasure filled the room as their tightly pressed flesh quivered
with joy.  All the pent up passion of the hunt exploded in each of
them, an eruption they shared in a way that no one else in all the
world could ever understand.  It was a first for Kendra, but
familiarity made it no less pleasing for Buffy.

	Finally, their energies spent for the moment, the two
warriors of the night collapsed against each other's hot and even
more sweaty bodies.

	"That was awesome,"  Buffy said as she pressed her head
against Kendra's damp breast, kissing her dark and still erect
nipple.

	"Tank ya,"  Kendra said in a soft voice as she regained her
breath.

	"For what?"  Buffy asked in surprise.

	"For opening me eyes to tings dat I never could have
imagined."

	"I should be thanking you,"  Buffy smiled as she reached up
and gave Kendra a playful kiss.  "I'd forgotten how nice it could be
to have a warm body next to you.  Angel and I, well it's been nice,
but I can't imagine him making me feel this way."

	Kendra stiffened for a moment at the mention of the
vampire's name.  As much as she had learned from Buffy, and as
grateful as she felt, that was one thing that she could never
understand.  How could Buffy have feelings for one who, even if he
did have a soul as they claimed, was as cold as his unbeating heart?
Maybe now Buffy might see that such a relationship was doomed,
as well as wrong.

	"I tink I need to take a shower,"  Kendra said, feeling the
last of pleasures fade as her body cooled back to its normal
temperature.

	"Yeah, me too,"  Buffy agreed, looking down at the exposed
parts of her own sweat covered body.

	"It is your house,"  Kendra said as she slipped from Buffy's
arms,  "I will wait until ya are done to wash meself."

	"Actually,"  Buffy grinned as she sat up and took Kendra's
hand in her own, kissing it softly.  "I was thinking that maybe we
could share a shower and wash each other.  Save Mom some money
on the energy and water bills.  That is if you don't mind?"

	Kendra grinned back.  She was a guest in this house, helping
keep down the expenses was the least she could do.

			          -=-=-=-

	Still holding Kendra's hand, Buffy led her across the hall to
the bathroom.  After turning on the shower faucet to let the
water run, they helped each other out of what was left of their
ripped clothes, leaving them in a pile to throw out later.  The
outfits were a small price to pay for the enjoyment they had
shared.

	Now totally naked, the two Slayers took a moment to step
back and look each other over.  Both had lithe, athletic forms, with
Kendra being just a bit taller and more muscular.  Her breasts
were also just a little larger, with large chocolate nipples the
opposite of Buffy small pink ones.  The biggest contrast was
between their legs.  Where Buffy had always kept herself tightly
trimmed, her small blonde bush looked immense next to Kendra's
totally shaved mound.  Here and there, across each of their bodies,
were bruises from the night's combat, the least of which had
already begun to heal.

	Clouds of steam filled the small bathroom as the running
water reached a comfortable temperature.  Buffy let Kendra step
into the shower first, then climbed in after her.  There was hardly
room for two, but neither minded.  After all, closeness was what
they were after.  The streaming water splashed over both of their
bodies, rekindling their recently faded warmth.

	Standing close behind Kendra, Buffy filled her hands with a
liberal amount of shower gel from the small bottle on the wall
shelf.  The plastic container actually belonged to her mother, but
forgetting the soap one night, Buffy had discovered how great it
felt against her skin during one of her after patrol showers,
especially in the more intimate areas.  She was sure Joyce
Summers had simply bought it because it smelled nice, or at least
that was she wanted to believe.  That her mother used it for the
same reason she did was somewhere the teenager really didn't want
to go.

	Dismissing the brief, and unwanted, image of her mother
naked in the shower, Buffy placed her outstretched palms on
Kendra's shoulders and began to work her way down her back, all
the way to the cheeks of her ass, spreading the gel and leaving a
trail of soapy bubbles in her wake.

	Reversing direction and reaching the other Slayer's waist,
Buffy moved her hands across it, then up over her stomach until
they came to rest on the underside of her firm breasts.  From
there her fingers stretched out to caress Kendra's nipples,
tweaking them between her thumb and forefingers, causing a surge
of pleasure to radiate from her touch.

	"Oooohhhh,"  Kendra moaned loudly as she pressed her body
back against Buffy, feeling the blond-haired girl's breasts press
against her soapy back.

	Buffy held tightly onto Kendra's mounds as she continued to
play with them, while at the same time, rubbed her own excited
nipples back and forth against the Jamaican's back.  Shifting
Kendra just enough so that the overhead spray would wash away
the gel residue from her shoulders, Buffy covered the now clean
flesh with tiny kisses, alternating her wet caresses with equally
tiny love bites.

	Kendra turned around in Buffy's arms, bringing her mouth
close enough for them to share a kiss once more.  Their tongues
danced an erotic tune as Kendra also took a measure of the blue gel
as well and began to wash Buffy's body with it.  The younger Slayer
took great enjoyment in playing with her counterpart's mounds,
feeling her tiny nipples call out for attention.  An attention she was
only too happy to give.

	"Ohhh yesss!!!"  Buffy moaned as she felt Kendra's mouth
close around her hard nipple, licking the tip as her fingers
continuing to massage the tender flesh around it.

	It was hard to believe that this was the first time that
Kendra had ever sucked another woman's breasts, at least for
Buffy.  She knew for certain that she hadn't brought Jennifer half
as much pleasure as Kendra was bringing her now.  Then, in all
fairness, Buffy had been somewhat younger back then as well, and
hardly as self-confident.

	"Oh Baby, you are a natural,"  Buffy gushed as Kendra moved
her tongue across the Slayer's other mound, teasing the tip with
both her mouth and hands.

	Not to be outdone, and just as aroused, Buffy took her own
overdue turn at Kendra's mammary delights.  Her tongue was just a
little more experienced, and the mocha-skinned Slayer was soon
moaning in appreciation.

	But Buffy wasn't satisfied to stop there.  Even as she
continued to feast on Kendra's rounded orbs, she glided one hand
down between the other girl's legs and caressed her hairless
mound.  A nimble finger slid along Kendra's outer walls, to quickly
vanish between the folds as she gently probed the tight, wet
opening.  A motion that caused an excited cry from the taller girl.

	Up and down her finger moved, soon to be joined by another
as Buffy brought yet another new pleasure to her compatriot.
Finding Kendra's excited clitoris, the blonde began to caress it
with care.

	Buffy's fingers moved even quicker, probing deeper into
Kendra's sexual core.  Her efforts were quickly rewarded as new
warmth spread out from between the Jamaican Slayer's legs, tiny
sparks that rippled across her body.

	Feeling Kendra's body responding to her attentions, Buffy
concentrated her focus on her sensitive nub, massaging it with a
skill and dexterity few other girls could match.  A manipulation
Buffy had also begun duplicating on her own body with her other
hand.

	"Yessss..."  Kendra gasped as the ripples grew to powerful
waves, washing over her with ever-increasing strength, her breaths
coming in shorter gasps.

	Waves that finally broke against the shoals of her sex,
sending a roaring tidal wave of delight through her for the second
time in less than an hour.  A force that echoed within Buffy a
dozen heartbeats later as the older Slayer followed Kendra over
the edge.

	Both Slayers fell back against the shower wall, eyes closed,
their bodies flush with their orgasms.  Any other two women
would've been looking for the warm comfort of their bed at this
point, drained and anxiously looking forward to the sleep of the
contented.

	But they were the Chosen Ones, not subject to the physical
limitations of most women.  Their eyes opened and as Buffy looked
deep into Kendra's brown eyes, she could see the unspoken question
that was clearly evident there.

	"Again?"  her eyes silently asked.

	"Gotta love the Slayer strength and stamina,"  Buffy grinned
as she nodded her head in the affirmative and led Kendra back to
her bedroom.

			          -=-=-=-

	Buffy and Kendra stretched out on the small bed, their
naked bodies intertwined as they once more traded kisses.  This
time there was no rush, no sense of urgency.  There were hours to
go to the dawn and they planned to make the most of every minute
of it.

	Kendra might've been ignorant about many things not related
to her sacred mission, but throughout her life she had been a quick
study and always able to quickly put the pieces together.  Now was
no exception.

	She reached across to caress Buffy's smooth skin, following
her touch with a trail of soft kisses, covering Buffy's face and
neck.  Enjoying the attention and able for the first time in recent
memory to just surrender to the situation, Buffy laid back and let
the younger Slayer take charge.

	Kendra continued down Buffy's body, kissing and caressing
her way to her goal.  Buffy guided her by opening her legs wide,
inviting her to touch her most intimate place.  Eagerly, Kendra
pressed her fingers inside the trimmed blonde mound, reveling in
the wet warmth within.

	Buffy closed her eyes and allowed herself to drift in the
magic of Kendra's touch.  A touch that grew even more magical as
the darker skinned girl became absorbed in the aroma of Buffy's
sex, probing it curiously before she used her fingers to part the
blonde-fringed folds, giving herself both a better view and
unrestrictive access.

	"God yes!"  Buffy cried out as Kendra stuck out her tongue
and began to enthusiastically lap at her core.

	Kendra slipped her tongue deep inside Buffy, remembering
whispered tales she had sometimes overheard other women in her
home village sharing.  Not that they'd dare approach the Slayer
with such things openly, after all, she was supposed to be on a holy
mission and not subject to the desires of the flesh.

	They would be quite surprised to see their Vampire Slayer
now, her head buried between another girl's legs as she drew
deeply of the warm musky fragrance that permeated her senses.
The rush it caused made Kendra want even more.

	Her tongue-lashing intensified as she sought out Buffy's clit,
bringing the same delight to it with hand and tongue that the older
girl had given hers in the shower.  She made broad strokes up and
down, drinking deep of the ambrosia that had begun to flow.  A
nectar more the sweeter as Buffy responded to her attentions
with a string of soft encouraging moans.

	Moans that accompanied the rise of what Buffy knew was
going to be her third orgasm of the night.  A climax that took the
form of a soft muffled groan and a quiet resounding bodyquake.

	It had been a small orgasm, which while pleasing enough to
Buffy, had left Kendra a little disappointed.  Never in her life had
she failed to be the very best at anything.

			          -=-=-=-

	"Now it's my turn,"  Buffy said with a grin and no hint of
disappointment as she rolled over on the bed and pulling Kendra's
face to hers, kissed her passionately. Their tongues intertwined as
Buffy was treated to the taste of her own climax in her lover's
mouth.

	After kissing Kendra's lips a second time, Buffy began to
work her way down the length of her body, marking the way with
soft and hard kisses, gentle licks and a few, not so soft bites.  All
of which Kendra enjoyed immensely, her level of satisfaction
growing as Buffy moved closer and closer to her now saturated
womanhood.

	Reaching the prize she had been thinking about from the
moment that Kendra had first kissed her, Buffy reached out and
probed it with an extended finger.  She pressed inside slowly, her
passage bringing quiet cries of satisfaction from Kendra.

	Cries that increased in volume as a second finger joined the
first and Buffy stroked Kendra's fires even harder.  They
continued to slide in and out, even as Buffy's thumb again located
Kendra's hard clit and began to massage it as well.

	Explosive and exciting as that touch was, it paled next to
that which filled Kendra when Buffy replaced her thumb with her
mouth.  Her tongue surged deep inside the Jamaican girl, probing
her most sensitive areas, causing ripples of joy wherever it landed.

	"Ooooooh," Kendra moaned in response, filled with the
realization that each new encounter with Buffy had proved better
than the last.

	Buffy paused just long enough to wrap her arms around
Kendra's thighs, holding her even tighter against her.  The blazing
fires filling her heart made her into a woman possessed, eager to
share those flames with Kendra as well.

	Resounding waves of gratification crashed across the
fullness of Kendra's body, causing her to spiraling down a whirlpool
of passion.  A whirlpool soon to erupt into the most shattering
orgasm yet.

	"Buffy!!!"  she screamed at the top of her lungs, her body
quivering and quaking with such force that she thought she would
certainly black out.

	But hold on she did, enjoying every single moment of her
climax. And when it was done, there was nothing in heaven or hell
that could now keep her from correcting what she viewed as her
earlier failure and properly thanking Buffy for everything she had
shown her tonight.

			          -=-=-=-

	With a surge of speed greater than any vampire that Buffy
had ever faced, Kendra took her totally off guard and tossed her
body to the other side of the bed.  She followed a half-heartbeat
later, her head once more between the blonde haired Slayer's legs.

	Her tongue was inside Buffy instantly, bringing on the
pleasures Kendra felt she had been lacking in earlier.  She licked
long and deep, triggering responses throughout Buffy's body.  A
body that quickly responded to her ministrations, moving in time
with Kendra's thrusts, alternating with loud entreaties for more.

	Buffy rocked back and forth on the bed, her thighs tight
against Kendra's face.  The dark haired Slayer grabbed her blonde
counterpart's legs and wrapped them around her neck, bringing
them even closer together.  Eager for even more, Buffy grabbed
the back of Kendra's head and pushed it even tighter against her
sex.  Such was their passion that only their Slayer's strength kept
one of them from seriously injuring the other.

	Reaching over her head, Buffy had to brace herself against
the headboard as they continued to rock back and forth,
continuing to add her motions to the enthusiastic thrusts of
Kendra's tongue.  Fired by her roaring passions, she again brought
Buffy to the crest of yet another climax.

	"Oh God, oh God, oh dear God!,"  Buffy panted as Kendra
used her Slayer senses and found sensitive spots that Buffy wasn't
even aware of.

	Kendra concentrated her efforts on those points, now barely
touching any other.  She could feel the tremors building in Buffy's
body, the race of her heart as her orgasm yearned to be born.

	A birth that was heralded only a few minutes later, with an
intensity that could leave left no room for any imagined sense of
failure.  It arrived with such force as to prove there were limits to
even how much a Slayer could endure as unlike Kendra, Buffy
passed out.  She lost consciousness screaming Kendra's name.

	An action that scared Kendra for a few moments, until she
realized that Buffy was only unconscious and she had not actually
killed her.  Still, her relief wasn't complete until Buffy regained
consciousness a short time later.

	"That was pretty nice,"  Buffy smiled as she opened her
eyes, an small weariness in her tone.

	"I thought I had killed ya,"  Kendra said, her voiced filled
with embarrassment and relief.

	"Been dead before,"  Buffy laughed as she forced her tired
body to sit up and kissed Kendra,  "this time was more fun."

	"I hope dat dis time it didn't call forth anodder Slayer,"
Kendra said, trying to make her voice sound serious.

	"If it did, then it's going to be pretty crowded around here,"
Buffy grinned,  "because that was definitely something that I want
to try again."

	Kendra was pleased with her answer, her face filling with a
sense of accomplishment.

	"Hey, wait a minute, did you just make a funny?"  Buffy
asked, realizing that Kendra's seriousness had been faked.

	"It seems dat I have learned much more from you dan the
Council intended,"  Kendra smiled, this time the happiness in her
tone was unmistakable.

	"Well, since we're making such good progress,"  Buffy said as
she wrapped her arms around Kendra, "maybe we should talk to
Giles in the morning about you staying another week or two."

	"Dat would be nice,"  Kendra replied just before their lips
met.

	As they kissed, Buffy reached beneath her pillow, bringing
out a surprise she had been saving.

	"What is dat?"  Kendra asked, not recognizing what Buffy
held in her hand.

	"Well,"  Buffy laughed softy,  "you know how you have your
stake, Mr. Pointy?"

	"Yes,"  Kendra replied curiously.

	"Well then just think of this as Mr. Happy,"  the blonde
Slayer smiled, whirling it around in her hand like the six-shooter of
an old western gunfighter.

	"What does it do?"

	"It's a little hard to explain,"  Buffy laughed again,  "I think
it's just easier if I just show you."

	"Dat I tink, would be even nicer,"  Kendra concluded as a
soft hum filled the air and she and Buffy continued to write a new
chapter to the Slayer's Handbook.

End

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