Buffy the Shemale Vampire Slayer Part 8

The Slayer didn't remember seeing this small forest of phalli before she'd begun to trek cross country, but, then again, she'd been lost in her own thoughts until now, speculating upon why some people, herself included, seemed fascinated with the bizarre, the eerie, the uncanny, the paranormal, and the supernatural each day. Maybe she'd been walking among them for several minutes without being aware of them. Fine, she thought, This was just what she needed-a fresh crop of stiff, hard cocks. This was one fucking weird planet, even for a demon dimension.

She shook her head, deciding to quicken her stride. There were hundreds, probably thousands of the pricks, on every hand, but she could clear them-she hoped-before twilight turned to darkness. If possible, she'd just as soon not camp in the middle of a forest of erect penises. Camp? She hadn't thought she'd be spending the night in this godless place, but, now, it was obvious she would. She judged that there was only half an hour of daylight left, if that, and she hadn't found Willow. In fact, she had no idea, really, where the witch was. She wasn't leaving without her best friends, though, not if she had to spend a dozen or a hundred or a thousand nights on this wild world. Even so, she didn't have to sleep upon a prairie full of cocks.

Walking much faster, Buffy watched her step, dodging the pricks that jutted from the ground. The penises were from five to twelve inches, pink, brown, reddish-brown, and black in color, with pink, purple, chocolate, or muddy brown mushroom heads. Some ran with a white, sticky fluid. It wasn't sap, Buffy suspected, but semen. Perhaps, as she'd imagined, they did have subterranean testicles.

Although she hurried, Buffy stepped high. She stepped gingerly. She stepped cautiously. She hadn't liked the feel of the cock under her bare foot, soft but not squishy and round despite her having flattened it. She didn't want to step on another one.

Instead, she tripped over one-a big one.