RATING: NC-17
DISTRIBUTION: The New Place and anyone else that would want this thing.
FEEDBACK: Desperately need it, and please be honest. !
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
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It was a dark and horny night. The evil vampire strolled to the graveyard searching for the next victim of his Purple Helmeted Warrier of Lust.
Angelus liked to hump. And he was very, very good at it.
Buffy sauntered out from behind one of the mauseleums. Yes, she was a woman who had once been a man, but she still knew how to flutter her eyelashes as well as those other hussies.
"Go away, Buffy. I'm not in the mood for your hot monkey-lovin' tonight. Why don't you run along home and bleach your mustache... it's beginning to show."
She twirled around with the flair of a well-practiced line dancer straight out the the White Horse Saloon and two-stepped off into the night.
Angelus heard someone clear their throat behind him and spun around to face the perpetrator.
Willow.
< Her hair is as red as my persistnt canker sore >
He threw her on the ground, freeing his enormous, throbbing member and plunged into action.
He snapped her bra like a Concord taking off, and she was unhooked for love.
Within minutes of their meeting, Representatives Willow (D-Library) and Angelus (R-Hell) lumbered into the mauseleum where soon the unmistakable sounds of wet, naked bodies engaged in sexual congress were heard.
Gentle cascades of vermilion poured over Willow's heaving, lily-white bosom.
"Call 911, Angelus," she breathed.
Achieving his climax, Angelus rolled off the red-headed hacker of love. He stood, pulling his tight leather pants over his taut buns of steel, fastening his Big Belt Buckle.
His flatulence reared up like a proud stallion as strolled into the dark and now not-so-horny night.
The End