Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 16

There was an awkward pause between them, and then Willow asked, "What do we do now? Kill Anya?"

Buffy looked at her nakedness. She frowned at a gob of the colored semen she wiped from her face. "Take a shower. Then, get dressed. Do you have some clothes I could borrow?"

Willow frowned, pouting. "I guess, but I'd rather see you naked."

Buffy rolled her eyes, offering her friend a smile. "Say, Will-can you do a spell that would make everyone forget what happened during the past couple of days?"

Willow shrugged. "Sure, I guess. Who's 'everyone'?"

"Well. . . you, me, Anya, Giles, Xander-"

"Xander! He knows?"

"Not about you and me-not about, you know, us-but, well, he-"

"Never mind! I don't want to know. I'll just put him on the list. But, Buffy-don't you want to remember?"

"No. Do you?"

The witch smiled, remembering Buffy's cock up her ass, fucking her brutally. "Maybe some parts," she confessed.

"As long as I don't remember and you don't remind me," the Slayer stipulated.

"Deal."

Later, as Buffy was lathering her cock and balls, they disappeared. In an instant, they were gone, as if they'd never existed. Buffy was immensely relieved-but, she found, she was also a bit disappointed and a little saddened by the loss.

The next day, Buffy awakened, minus her male parts and unable to remember anything that had happened during the last forty eight hours. She didn't remember anything about Willow, Anya, Xander, Giles, the demon dimension and its inhabitants, Baphomet, her having had a cock and balls, the Feral demon, or anything else.

If she had been able to remember, she would have known that Buffy the shemale vampire killer could make an unannounced reappearance at any time, in any place, for the side-effects of the Feral demon's bite, which had resulted in her acquiring male genitals overnight, could recur just as quickly and unexpectedly as they had occurred the first time.