Smut Bunnies! (complete!)

[tarawhipped]

Smutterrific update, Agent C, but then, I would expect no less. Honestly Chris, your imagination is just astounding. I realized, after my previous specualtion that Faith might be the mole, that in the opening chapter she and the REAL doublecrosser were in the same room, so I feel like a very bad Bunny for not following the trail of evidence and even considering Cordy. *hangs head in shame* That said, I cannot wait for your next weekly installment, and what the party on the boat will entail (Anya's mission accessories alone are worth every second of the wait).



Finally, I have to admit it was me who suggested Rubber Bunny for Trom. While her admirably smutty brain thought of blow-up dolls however, mine conjured up images of cute little rubber duckies. For anyone who's read the great Psimetis' Master Willow series though, I don't need to mention that innocent rubber bath toys can provide much smutty fun themselves.



-Agent Whipped Bunny

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What should I be but just what I am? - Edna St.Vincent Millay

Edited by: tarawhipped at: 3/25/05 3:43 pm

[TromDeGrey]

OMG! Rubber is SO not this girl's best friend!! I'm ecstatic over being accepted as massage therapist to the Bunny corps and promise to do my very best to keep the agents in top shape. Actually, their shapes don't need any work. Sorry, got a little side-tracked there. Anyway, as you can see, Agent Whipped Bunny has admitted to the Rubber thought. I believe her comment to me went something like, "try the goose liver pate, lemon merangue, and don't forget the whipped bunny." Don't mind if I do!



As for the blow-up dolls that blow up, please help yourself. I'll giggle maniacally when it shows up in this highly entertaining fic.



Edited to add: One day me learn to type good.

Trom's Brain: Rubbing the World the Wrong Way

Edited by: TromDeGrey at: 3/25/05 4:38 pm

[GayNow]

Chris said I can be a Smut Bunny!! Yay!!!



*returns to cool, Bunny-like demeanor*



Agent...um....Gay Bunny reporting for duty!



Carleen

[shuyaku]

OMG!! I so should not be reading updates to this while my girlfriend is out of town You are by far the KING of smut and I bow to your smut prowess



Okay, I knew that it wasn't Faith working with Oz (the traitor knew Tara was a Bunny, but wasn't sure about Willow - Faith would know that). But I didn't guess it would be Cordelia. An absolutely fantastic choice, but her dress code doesn't seem too Oz friendly.



I so want a job where I get a License to Thrill...



-shuyaku

Oh God, Willow—you’re giving me the gift of Karen Carpenter. Just when I think I grasp the full extent of your love." - Tara

"Why do birds suddenly appear? It’s because, you are queer…" - Willow (Gods Served and Abandoned by AntigoneUnbound)

[sam7777]

Loving this story and how you are mixing in the 60's spy stuff. License to thrill indeed. S.M.U.T. needs to make the world safe for smut and the bunnies are the protectors and best examples of same. Can't Queen Bunny see that the triumph of her employer will mean the ned of her way of life? Can't wait to more. Our girls will make the world safe for while

[GayNow]

I'm a Bunny! I'm a Bunny! Whoo hoooo!!!!!



Life is good.



Agent Gay Bunny (Carleen )

Edited by: GayNow  at: 3/27/05 9:30 am

[Artemis]

Almost updatey time - sorry I'm a couple of hours late, things are a bit crazy at the moment (not in a horrible way, just a crazy way). Replies first, of course:



Agent Running Bunny: Glad you like



Agent Terra Bunny: Thanks. I wasn't sure if the nipple clamps would get a go in this chapter, but I guess Tara was just too tempting for Willow to forego them There will be more toys down the track - I'll be trying not to repeat myself though...



Agent Whipped Bunny: Thanks. There'll be some more Anya toys this update, but the majority of the party will be in the next chapter after this. You'll get a pretty good idea what I'll open that chapter with, though



So it was you, not Pineapple Bunny, who thought up 'Rubber Bunny' huh? Sorry Pineapple, I must be getting into a muddle with all the bunnies around The name 'Whipped Bunny' doesn't make me think of desert spread so much as of Lilah and her riding crops... and then I need to go have a cold shower That was probably more information that you needed...



Code-Name Hands: Oh yeah, there will definitely be blow-up dolls blowing up at some point, that's too good to leave out.



Carleen: Welcome Agent Gay Bunny! Here's your official Bunny Badge and avatar. And don't worry about the demeanour, bunnies are allowed to get excited. It'd be pretty silly if they weren't



Shukayu/Agent Cummer Bunny: Thanks. All Bunnies have a Licence to Thrill, usable at their discretion - have fun with yours You're right, there's something about Cordy that doesn't quite fit in with Daniel's world-view...



Sam7777: Thanks. Well, Cordy's got her own reason for going up against the Ministry, and it's not necessarily the same as Daniel's... that's all I'll say for now.



Okay folks, here we go again

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

Smut Bunnies!: Saving the world, sexily!

[Artemis]

Title: Smut Bunnies

Author: Chris Cook

Rating: NC-17, naturally

Summary: Secret agents. Supervillains. Adventure. Excitement. Smut. Lots of smut. And saving the world, too.

Spoilers: None.

Copyright: Based on characters from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, created by Joss Whedon and his talented minionators, and all manner of things including the James Bond series by Ian Fleming/Eon Productions, and The Avengers by Brian Clemens. All original material (I'm sure there's some in there somewhere) is copyright 2005 Chris Cook.

Feedback: Please. Here, or to alia@netspace.net.au



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SMUT BUNNIES!

Chapter Eight: Wonderball

Long Beach, California

Life Guard Station #14

0830 Hours



"They're prepping the helipad for another guest," Tara noted, still watching the distant cruise liner through her binoculars.



"Busy boys," Willow said.



"How're you going?"



"Getting close." Willow's attention was also fixed on her binoculars, but instead of magnifying the view ahead of her, a pair of stereoscopic LCD screens were showing her the view from a remote submarine probe, currently nearing the hull of the Disco Volante from beneath.



"Careful," she muttered to herself, adjusting the focus control on the binoculars slightly. Half a mile away the probe altered its course, dipping down to stay far enough beneath the water's surface as to be invisible from above. Safely concealed, Willow brought the probe's nose back up, and the underside of the huge liner swung back into view.



"I can see a few security guards here and there," Tara commented, "just doing their rounds. Nothing unusual. I'd bet they don't have a clue about their little uninvited guest."



"Not surprising," Willow chuckled, "that 'guest' is sonar-proof. But we're not, so this'll require some tricky piloting... there it is."



"The submarine hatch?" Tara asked.



"Right where Fred's blueprints said it'd be," Willow nodded. "Doesn't look like they're using it, the outer shield is closed up tight... I guess no-one's interested in taking a tour of the sea bed when there's partying to be done... and there's our little sentry."



"Hmm?"



"Sonar scanner, right above it." Willow adjusted her view from the probe, zooming in. "Nice one too, I bet that gives a very precise scan. We'll have to do something about that."

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Long Beach, California

Beneath the Disco Volante

0834 Hours



The probe, a tiny remote-controlled robot submarine, spun down its manoeuvring propellers and drifted for a moment. Tiny ports opened on its hull, fore and aft, and a minute ripple signalled where water was being drawn in at the front and pushed out behind. Leaving scarcely a ripple in its wake, the probe began to close in on the liner's large submarine hatch.

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Long Beach, California

Bridge of the Disco Volante

0835 Hours



"Contact with flight, civilian Sierra Echo X-Ray Yankee One," the radio officer reported. "Pilot gives the word as 'banana'."



Standing next to the ship's captain, Daniel Osbourne flinched slightly.



"Your operative?" the captain asked.



"That's her," Daniel nodded. "I want full clearance for her."



"Signal helipad, stand down security detachment," the captain ordered.



On the half-dozen screens around the bridge showing the sonar read-outs from the ship's various scanners, none registered even a blip.

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Long Beach, California

Beneath the Disco Volante

0836 Hours



Just above the submarine hatch the remote probe swung gently around, parallel to the hull, and settled against it with barely a sound. Tiny magnetic coils extended and gripped the hull, keeping it in place.



A side panel opened, and a delicate mechanical arm extended towards the sonar scanner which protruded from the hull just half a metre away.

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Long Beach, California

Life Guard Station #14

0837 Hours



"Now here's the tricky part," Willow muttered. "Sonar receiver on, taking point one per cent signal strength... let me know if they suddenly start racing around like someone's kicked over an ant hill."



"No trouble so far," Tara reported. She lowered her binoculars and gave the beach a quick glance before looking back at the ship. "In fact, our teenage admirers have given up and moved on."



"I don't know whether to be relieved or disappointed," Willow quipped. "If it'd been me, I'd have stared at you all day."



"If it'd been you," Tara grinned back, "you'd have been able to do more than just look."



"Got a signal," Willow reported, all business. "One, two, three, four, five, six, sev- Six and a half second scan cycle."



"Is that long enough?"



"A couple of years ago, it wouldn't have been," Willow said, adjusting the binoculars' hidden controls, "but then, a couple of years ago we didn't have the gorgeous miniaturised processors we've got now. Five would've been enough. Now, we just have to record the outgoing and incoming signal, interpolate, then clamp our little friend's 'blindfold' over the scanner and give it signals to make it think it's still seeing an empty ocean floor."



"Then?" Tara asked.



"Then," Willow grinned, "we could swim out there towing an inflatable sheep behind us, and that scanner still wouldn't register so much as a blip."



"Do we have an inflatable sheep?" Tara wondered. Willow chuckled, then suddenly frowned in thought.



"I don't know," she said, "do you think Anya would've packed one?"



"You never know," Tara shrugged. "Best not to wonder."

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Long Beach, California

Beneath the Disco Volante

0840 Hours



The probe's robot arm reach out towards the sonar scanner, paused a moment, then moved over it. Tiny cushioned pads closed over the scanner, blinding it, and the probe settled once more into immobility.

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Long Beach, California

Life Guard Station #14

0841 Hours



"It's done," Willow reported, "any movement at the station?"



"I can't see inside," Tara said, keeping her binoculars trained on the liner, "but nothing looks urgent on deck. The detachment on the helipad has gone, but it didn't look like a rapid redeployment, the guards just stood down and wandered off. Wait a moment, I'll go to thermal." She fiddled with the binoculars, then squinted into them.



"Anything?" Willow asked.



"I don't think so. It's not easy to see, there's a lot of heat bouncing around, and at this range... everything looks fairly still though. I can't resolve individual people on the bridge, but it doesn't look like anyone's moving around much. I'd say you've successfully pulled the wool over their eyes."



"Inflatable sheep wool?" Willow joked.



"I'm starting to worry about you," Tara grinned back. She collected Willow's binoculars and handed them, and her own pair, to the lifeguards manning the look-out.



"Ready?" Willow asked, picking up her float.



"Let's get wet," Tara quipped. Willow leaned over to give her a quick kiss on the cheek, then the pair took off at a steady jog towards the water.



"Oh, oh wait!" Willow exclaimed when they were half-way there.



"What?" Tara asked.



"Running along the beach, in these outfits," Willow gestured at her baywatch swimsuit, "shouldn't we be doing this in slow-motion?" Tara stared at her for a moment, then burst out laughing.



"You goof," she laughed, putting an arm around Willow's shoulders and hugging her.



"Uh-huh," Willow cheerfully agreed. "That laugh's worth being a goof for." Tara shook her head in amusement, then slung her float across her shoulder, freeing both hands, and pulled Willow into a passionate kiss. Various beach-goers stared in amazement, and there were a couple of cheers from the teenagers. Willow cared not at all, all her attention being focussed on Tara's open lips pressing firmly against hers, and her tongue darting out to taste her mouth.



"I love you," Tara murmured, when she finally leaned back just a fraction from Willow, still brushing their lips together as she spoke.



"Um, yeah," Willow replied, breathless, "something gave me that impression... love you too."



"Let's go," Tara grinned. "The good people of Long Beach will have to find something else to entertain them for a while." Willow nodded, and they jogged off again, splashing into the water until it was deep enough, then launching themselves forward in identical flat dives.



Willow surfaced first, her head popping up in the wake of a wave, and she grinned when she was Tara's float being tugged along just ahead of her. Another wave passed, and Tara surfaced as the swell moved off towards the beach.



"Good dive," Willow called as she swum closer.



"Strong legs," Tara replied, "and I'm good at holding my breath." Willow laughed.



"Admit it," she said, "you said that on purpose just to get my mind in a naughty place."



"Who me?" Tara asked, feigning surprise. "I'm innocent until proven naughty." They ducked under the water as a wave passed, and resurfaced a few metres further out.



"What do I have to do to prove it?" Willow challenged playfully.



"Catch me if you can," Tara said with a wink, and then she flipped over and vanished, with a splash and a tempting glimpse of her swimsuit-clad bottom.



"Alright then," Willow said to herself, grinning, "if that's how you want it... there's no way I'm gonna let you be the one that got away." She chuckled to herself, then ducked under the surface and vanished from sight.



Underwater, a quick twist of her float's cable ring caused several concealed panels to open, one releasing a flurry of bubbles, decreasing the float's buoyancy, two opening the inlet and jet for a miniaturised hydro-traction system that pulled Willow forward and down, and one releasing a breather which Willow grabbed as it floated gently by. To her chagrin, when she and Tara had checked their equipment beforehand the breather proved to be disguised as a ball gag - 'Typical Anya,' Tara had commented - but on the plus side, it contained an efficient oxygen extraction system, an artificial gill in essence, that drew in water through its outer surface, released breathable air through the inner, and discharged the remaining water from tiny vents in the straps.



Willow put it on, trying not to blush too much, and found it quite a bit more comfortable than she's expected - the ball compressed easily in her mouth, alleviating her worries of ending up with a severely sore jaw by the end of their underwater trip. She took a moment to accustom herself to breathing in through her mouth, out through her nose, and to opening her eyes underwater, protected as they were by ultra-fine scleral contacts, then looked around to locate Tara, spotting her easily up ahead, swimming along with her jet-float held in front of her.



She set off in pursuit, turning her jet-float up to its full speed and kicking lazily to give herself a little extra boost. Tara kept to a straight line, so Willow spent a moment to call up the submarine probe's telemetry on her watch, and set an alarm to make sure they didn't accidentally swim into the perimeter range of the liner's working sonar scanners. She transmitted the information to Tara's watch, and a confirmation signal came back a moment later, with an attached message: "Bet you can't catch me before the perimeter."



Willow grinned, so far as her breather would allow, and tapped out a reply on her watch's miniature keypad, thankful for all the times she and Buffy had worked up hundred-dollar SMS bills in high school for the fluency it gave her at 'typing' with only a numeric pad to work with.



"What if I do?" she sent back. She looked ahead to see Tara glance down at her wrist, then back over her shoulder, and even at that distance she was sure she saw the twinkle in her eyes.



"To the victor go the spoils," came the reply a moment later. Willow watched Tara accelerate away, skimming over the sandy ocean floor.



'Time to spoil myself, then' she grinned as she pursued her.



Tara glanced over her shoulder to see Willow skimming along behind her, on her right side. 'Of course she can't catch me,' Tara mused, 'she's got the same jet-float I do... maybe she's a touch lighter, but I bet I can kick harder to make up for it... all I really have to do is keep going straight ahead.' She grinned to herself. 'Doesn't sound like much fun, does it?'



She took another glance to judge her distance, then twisted her arms to flip her jet over, and kicked out sideways, sending herself end-over-end, rushing back right above a very surprised Willow. Tara felt Willow's fingertips just barely brush her back through her swimsuit, but then she was away in open water.



"Too slow," she typed on her watch.



"We'll see," came the reply. Tara glanced back to try to find Willow, and only just saw her in time, rising up from underneath. She scissored her legs out to either side, pushing herself forward just enough for Willow to sail between them, before backflipping and jetting back down towards the seabed.



Willow was in hot pursuit, coming straight at Tara from her left, kicking as hard as she could to increase her speed. Tara winked and managed a barrel-roll over Willow as she passed, but then had to turn sharply away as Willow, anticipating her move, swung her legs down to dig her heels into the sand and kicked off straight up.



'Nice,' Tara grinned to herself, 'always thinking a move ahead... pity I'm two.'



Her grin vanished when she looked around and couldn't see Willow anywhere. She took a quick glance at her watch, but its telemetry from Willow's was still coming in, and it would only have taken a tap to signal a problem. 'Which means she's deliberately up to something,' Tara frowned, looking to one side then the other, up above, down below, down further to look back behind herself... Willow was nowhere to be seen.



'Okay Maclay, think. She's a trained pilot, she knows all the tricks, this is basically a dogfight... what do you do in a dogfight, you... get in your enemy's blind spot. I'm not a plane, I don't have a blind spot... except-'



Tara quickly rolled over, and her eyes widened involuntarily to find Willow jetting along right on top of her, holding her jet-float behind her back one-handed rather than in front of her, to keep it out of Tara's peripheral vision when she was facing forward. With her other hand she pulled out her breather and gave Tara a playful kiss on the tip of her nose.



'You win,' Tara signed one-handed, using the abbreviated sign language taught for stealth missions.



'Darn tootin,' Willow replied, which took some time as she had to spell each word out letter by letter. Finishing, she remembered to put her breather back in place, and she and Tara fell into formation side by side.



"Good lungs," Tara messaged on her watch.



"Comes from babbling," Willow replied. "Most inconsiderate of the Ministry not to have a stealth sign for 'darn tootin'."



"So you caught me," Tara typed out, winking at Willow as she did so, "what are you going to do with me?" Willow grinned, and quickly typed a reply.



"The usual - reel you in, get rid of the non-tasty outer layer-" Willow plucked at Tara's swimsuit just as Tara finished reading the message, then went back to typing.



"-then eat you for dinner, of course."



Tara grinned around her breather, and lazily rolled onto her back.



'Well?' she signed one-handed. Willow frowned for a moment in confusion, then understanding and a smile dawned. She throttled back her jet-float, Tara keeping pace at her side until they were stationary, and Willow could let her float drift to the sand beneath her feet, its weight on the tether around her waist just enough to keep her from floating away. Then she extended her hands and made 'reeling in fishing line' motions, which Tara responded to by holding her jet behind her and pulsing it briefly, making it look as if she was being reeled in.



Tara finally bumped up against Willow, still floating horizontally, while Willow was more or less standing upright. Willow leaned over her and, with both their mouths occupied by breathing apparatus, made do with touching the tip of her nose to the tip of Tara's, and rubbing them gently together.



Tara set her jet-float in neutral then let it drop, curling her arms around Willow's waist and swinging herself slowly upright. She leaned forward, touching her cheek to Willow's, just enjoying the gentle contact of skin on skin, amid the feeling of weightlessness that made it seem as if there was nothing else in the world. She opened her eyes and leaned back to look at Willow, her lovely face surrounded by a halo of floating crimson hair.



Willow stared back at her, equally entranced, and slowly raised a hand to cup Tara's cheek. Everything was slow motion, every motion deliberate and delicate. Tara closed her eyes as Willow's hand touched her cheek, then slowly craned her head back as Willow's fingertips moved down, tracing her jawline, then caressing her throat as she swallowed lightly, and further down to brush against her collarbone.



She felt Willow's hand move across then, to her shoulder, and her fingers gently slid beneath the shoulder strap of her swimsuit. Willow hesitated, and Tara opened her eyes and returned her gaze to her lover. She glanced down at Willow's fingers, stilled in the act of slipping the strap from her shoulder, then regarded her with hooded eyes. Willow moved herself a little closer, holding Tara's shoulder to steady herself.



Tara spared a glance at her watch - just on twenty minutes in. Willow raised a questioning eyebrow as Tara looked back up at her. Tara glanced again at Willow's hand on her shoulder, then nodded slowly, giving Willow her best smouldering stare. Willow took a deep breath that came out a moment later as a flurry of bubbles, and slipped the strap off Tara's shoulder. Tara shrugged it down her arm a little way, glanced at Willow again, then looked at her other shoulder. Willow quickly moved that strap too, and Tara reached up for the straps and gently pulled them further down her arms.



Willow's eyes followed the edge of the swimsuit as it curled over and rolled down Tara's chest, stretching slightly as she breathed in. Inch after inch of smooth skin was revealed, then the crest of her areolae, and the fabric caught there, stuck on Tara's nipples, before she gave a quick tug and freed her breasts entirely.



Willow reached out with both hands, laying them gently on Tara's shoulders before sliding them down, on either side of her breasts, then beneath where she cupped them. Tara arched her back, giving herself into Willow's caress; Willow in turn held her more firmly, stroking her thumbs across the tops of Tara's magnificent breasts, while her fingers squeezed gently.



Willow saw Tara's breathing quicken, but paused on the verge of touching her nipples. An idea struck her, and she couldn't control the grin that quirked up the corners of her mouth. Tara raised an eyebrow, then both as Willow leant back, allowing herself to float a little, and pulled her own swimsuit straps down over her shoulders. Her nipples were already hard, but her smaller breasts gave less resistance as she pulled the suit down to her waist, baring herself. She stepped back into Tara's embrace, and slowly pressed herself against Tara, feeling the softness of her breasts and Tara's yield to each other. Breathing deeply she held Tara by the waist and guided herself, so that her firm nipples brushed against Tara's, up and down, again and again.



She looked up to see the expression she loved most on Tara's face, the mixture of innocent joy and lustful delight that made her seem to glow. She quickened the pace of her gyrations in Tara's arms, pressing her breasts firmly into Tara's, rubbing their nipples together forcefully, aided as Tara moved her body in response, catching her rhythm and amplifying it. Tara's hands snuck under the loose swimsuit around her waist, reaching down to grip Willow's ass, and Willow quickly obliged her by wriggling her hips to let the suit slide free and drift gently to the sand. Willow lifted her legs and wrapped them around Tara's waist, delighting in the sensation of being so completely held. With bubbles billowing around their faces they caressed each other, touching the tips of their noses, rubbing their cheeks together, being together in every way they could.



Gathering her willpower to think and move, Willow unclasped her legs, and gave Tara a reassuring look as she leaned back just a fraction, bending down while she tugged Tara's swimsuit around her ankles, from where it drifted free. She ducked down, her hair streaming after her, and Tara leant into it, closing her eyes as she felt it caress her face. At the same time Willow brushed her cheeks against Tara's breasts, playfully rubbing her nose against her nipples. Moving lower, revelling in the ease of moving with her buoyancy counteracting gravity, she held on to Tara's hips and carefully pulled herself closer, arching her back. She looked up as Tara looked down, and thus she saw the dawning realisation and then pleasure as her nipple touched Tara's sex, moist with more than simply water, and then brushed against her stiffening clit.



Tara bucked her hips, the water causing her motions to be languid rather than sharp, and Willow met her gentle thrusts with her own, pressing her nipple to her lover's clit, feeling her breast grow warm from Tara's skin, and the heated nectar seeping into the water. She held Tara's hips firmly, comfortingly, as she made love to her, closing her eyes and resting her cheek against Tara's stomach as she felt the stirrings of orgasm in the tremors running through her. Cupping her breast and pressing it as far forward as she could she ran her nipple up and down, from Tara's entrance to her clit and back again, sighing into her breather as she felt the muscles in Tara's stomach tremble against her face.



Tara threw back her head and tossed from side to side, feeling her hair float about her and caress her face. Willow admittedly had more skill and control with her fingers, or tongue, but the softness of her breast against Tara's folds, the feeling of her firm nipple poking gently into her, the sheer eroticism of it was ample compensation. She felt Willow press against her leg, felt her centre hot against her shin, and her pleasure was complete.



For Willow, Tara's shuddering, the flow of warmth over her breast, was all she needed to come herself. She wrapped herself tightly around Tara, slowing her motions as they both shook and moaned soundlessly, finally stilling as she felt Tara relax, and a hand gently brushing through her hair.



Letting go, with considerable reluctance, Willow abandoned her place nestled against Tara's stomach and floated up to look her in the eye. The warmth she saw there surpassed anything physical; Tara raised a hand to sign, then hesitated, and instead pointed to herself, then placed her hand over her heart, then over Willow's. Willow nodded, and placed her hand over Tara's. Nothing more needed to be said.

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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Submarine Room

0910 Hours



The top of Willow's head emerged silently from the pool, and she looked around warily. The room was quite large, enough to contain an Olympic-size swimming pool that served as the home of a short-range submarine pleasure cruiser, its hull composed of almost as much transparent surface as metal. The sub, its ship-side telemetry stations, and the rest of the room looked quite vacant.



Willow quickly pulled herself out of the water, and took the jet-floats, and the remote probe's storage box, that Tara handed to her. She held out a hand to Tara, and with the aid of a strong kick from Tara lifted her out of the water.



"I thought so," she said, peering at Tara's swimsuit once she had taken out her breather.



"What?"



"You're wearing my suit," Willow grinned.



"I thought it was a bit tight across the bust," Tara chuckled. "Well we can leave that out of the mission report - no need to explain how we managed to switch suits in mid-swim."



"Yeah," Willow grinned to herself, staring off happily into space for a moment before busying herself unpacking their gear.



"Incidentally," Tara surprised her, whispering right into her ear, "once we're back on dry land, I'm going to show you just how good that felt."



"Hmm," Willow smiled, "if I weren't a dedicated professional I'd be tempted to blow off the mission right away."



"Uh-huh," Tara nodded. "Trust me, you really would."



"That good?"



"That good."



Willow reached up to stroke Tara's cheek, and leaned in for a kiss, opening her lips and feeling the answering caress of Tara's tongue.



"Mmm... I've been waiting half an hour to do that," she grinned.



"We'll have to have Anya invent some kind of breather you can kiss through," Tara said seriously. "I'm sure she'll see the need."



Working quickly they unpacked their gear. From the storage compartments of their jet-floats, nestled between the twin hydro-traction drives, each produced a vacuum-sealed tube marked 'costume' and a serial number. From the remote's storage box came two similar tubes, marked 'wetsuit'.



"How do they fit a whole outfit into these?" Willow wondered, looking at hers.



"I don't know," Tara shrugged, "but ten to one says you can't pack it back in after you've opened it."



"No bet," Willow grinned, "I can't even repack my suitcase after I've opened it. So, now are you gonna tell me who your sex symbol du jour is?"



"No," Tara said patiently, biting her lip to stifle a grin, "it's a surprise, you'll see once I'm dressed."



"Fine," Willow pouted, keeping watch on Tara out of the corner of her eye to see if her patented cute pout was working.



"But as a consolation," Tara eventually said, "you can undress me, if you want..."



"Woohoo!" Willow grinned, clapping quietly. "'If I want'," she added in a disbelieving tone, as she and Tara stood up.



"Don't take too long," Tara cautioned affectionately, "we're on a mission, there is... theoretically," she sighed as Willow kissed her neck, "a limit to how much time we can spend making love..."



"Don't worry," Willow said, "I'm not completely unable to resist you." She moved behind Tara and pulled the shoulder straps of her swimsuit off, again.



"Hmm," Tara said mildly, "that's actually kind of disappointing!" she finished in a squeal, as Willow uncovered her bottom and playfully took a bite at it, gently pressing her teeth into the soft flesh before moving on.



"Okay," Willow admitted, "so I am completely unable to resist you... so sue me."



"I prefer an out-of-court settlement," Tara joked, turning around and slipping down Willow's shoulder straps.



"Uh-huh?" Willow grinned. "What are the terms?"



"Equal division of property," Tara smiled. "This," she crouched as she pulled down the swimsuit, and kissed Willow's stomach, "goes to me, and in return," she grinned seductively and stood straight, striking a sexy pose, hands on hips, "you get everything you see before you."



"Wow," Willow quipped, "the whole submarine bay?" Tara giggled.



"Careful," she said, "I might become disgruntled and go to the court of appeals."



"I'd be sunk then," Willow admitted, "you're as appealing as I can imagine."



"Uh-huh," Tara grinned, giving Willow a quick kiss on the nose. "Now turn around - and no peeking."



"Okay," Willow said long-sufferingly.



"Promise?" Tara asked. Willow met her stare.



"Promise," she replied.



Tara recognised her sincerity, and turned without a second thought, sure she'd get to surprise her Willow. She sat on the deck and opened the tube containing her costume - the moment she pressed the release switch the tube split open down its middle seam, and material burst out of it, almost seeming to inflate. Tara had only a vague idea of the technology involved - something about the material remaining compressed within the tube's electrical field, and expanding once it was released, but when she had sought an explanation Anya had been distracted by something fluorescent purple and vaguely phallic, and Tara had thought better than to ask.



Whatever it was, it worked beautifully - her outfit barely even had a fold line on it, and even the boots had somehow been fitted in. Tara pulled on the long-sleeved top first, adjusting the clinging fabric to make sure the emblem on her chest was positioned just right. Then the skirt and belt, the boots, which were a tight fit around her shins. Then the cape, and finally she took out a miniature aerosol bottle and sprayed her hair thoroughly, the spray reacting with the compound she had carefully applied that morning to turn her dark honey-gold hair a brilliant sunflower-yellow.



"Ready?" she asked without turning around.



"Just a minute," Willow answered. "Man these feel weird... there we go. Okay, let's see y- wow!"



Tara turned, and her jaw dropped at the sight of Willow in a tight green top, very short shorts, and with her now-brunette hair in a brain that swished around her waist.



"Willow Rosenberg, Tomb Raider," Tara grinned.



"Supergirl!" Willow exclaimed, as much as was possible while keeping her voice down. "Oh god I loved Supergirl when I was a kid." Tara grinned and did a little twirl, her cape billowing around her.



"Well as soon as this mission is over," she promised, "you can love Supergirl again... you look hot, sweetie."



"Really?" Willow blushed, playing with her ponytail, "well, you know, I love my Playstation, so me and Lara, we go way back..."



"I'm glad to make her acquaintance then," Tara chuckled. She peered at Willow, and frowned in thought, staring at her breasts. "It's not just the outfit, is it?" she asked. "You're... bigger..."



"Anya's smokescreen bra," Willow explained, "I thought, well, its in character, I'm not exactly Croft-y around the bust normally..." She trailed off with a shrug.



"Maybe not," Tara said, "but it's true what they say, size isn't everything." Willow beamed a smile at her.



"Now come on, Miss Croft," Tara extended her arm, "we have a ball to attend."



"Who am I to refuse a date with the Woman of Steel?" Willow grinned, looping her arm through Tara's.

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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Ballroom

0930 Hours



The grand ballroom was decorated sumptuously, full of silk streamers, sparkling chandeliers, pyramids of champagne glasses, disco balls, extravagant floral decorations, tables laden with the finest in connoisseur finger food... if it hadn't all been so tremendously expensive, it would have seemed thoroughly overdone. The guests were dressed to match, a dazzling array of costumes, Romeos and Juliets, Prince Charmings and Sleeping Beauties, Madonnas (religious and pop star), Kings and Queens, silver screen idols and romance novel characters, rock stars and beauty queens. At one of the heavily-laden dining tables a Zorro was charming a young Ripley, on the dance floor a crowd had gathered to admire the style of Lady Galadriel and the Fonz, and by the main entrance a gaggle of Britney Spearsses were arguing heatedly over who had stolen whose costume idea.



"Quite the gathering," Tara noted, keeping Willow's hand in hers as they navigated the crowded ballroom.



"Yeah, but low on originality," Willow complained. "That's the eighth Seven of Nine I've seen already. Heh," she chuckled to herself, "eighth Seven of Nine..."



"I don't see Osbourne anywhere," Tara noted.



"Me neither," Willow agreed, "but I do see a few faces that stick out from the crowd... over there, two o'clock."



Tara looked to see a portly man, unfortunately dressed in a Han Solo costume that didn't flatter his figure much, hovering by the canapés and ignoring his fellow attendees.



"Howard Walker," Willow said, "chairman of the Citizens for Sanitised Literature society. Not the kind of guy I'd expect to attend a party like this."



"No," Tara said thoughtfully, "or the chief financial officer of the Family First Network, over there." She grimaced. "They leave the part about 'so long as your family has a heterosexual mother and father who raise their children to believe that single parents shouldn't have rights' in the fine print."



"Charming," Willow frowned. "Five o'clock, CEO of Badger News, 'fair and balanced' so long as you're a member of the ultra-right wing... they must be here to meet Osbourne, there's no other explanation. People like that just wound not attend a party with a reputation like this one just for fun."



"But where is he?" Willow wondered. "And how come they're just standing around?"



"Maybe he's not here yet," Tara theorised, "or maybe they're waiting for other guests... let's join the party and keep an eye out for Osbourne."



"Right," Willow nodded. "What kind of partying..." She trailed off as the music switched to an imperious, rhythmic beat. Tara gave a slow grin, then looked at Willow, her eyes smouldering.



"Want to?" she asked.



"God yes," Willow replied hoarsely, snatching a thornless rose from a floral display. They walked quickly to the dance floor, where a flurry of couples were gathering for the start of the dance.



"Ready?" Tara asked. Willow held the rose between Tara's teeth, and she clamped down on its stem.



"Tango me baby," she replied.



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Note: Willow's outfit is a deliberate mini-homage to 'The Artifact' by Sabina, which is posted on this very board.

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

Smut Bunnies!: Saving the world, sexily!

[WickedReds]

*A hung over Agent Wicked slumps in to chair behind her desk*

I see the girls r going to infultrat the ememy ship....And i really love Anya's things.. the ideas are great..

*picks up bag from floor*

I mean who would of thought of such things... Ahh thats y our Anya rocks..

Underwater tag that looks like soo much fun! but the underwater sex id rather have...

See see i knew he was going to sell the chip technology!!! and hey tango, True Lies great movie...

*opens bag and tugs out an inflatable sheep* WTF!? what is this doing in here?



-Agent Wicked signing off



Meine Banane tanzt für Rußflocke 

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'er the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies

[terra21]

I love Willow and Tara's sexy playful banter. It keeps me grinning the whole time I'm reading. The action sequences flow very well also (I forgot to mention that in the last update) and too the smut action sequences are excellent. I'm ready for the party!

Continuous Train of Thought

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terra

[wimpy0729]

Oh dear God Chris, you did it again.



I was cracking up at the Baywatch reference, and drooling at picturing those two running along the beach in slow-mo. And of course, such a naughty line, "Let's get wet." I have two words...uh huh...or maybe three more...I already am.



Then the under water hanky panky. Very imaginative. The way your mind works is incredible.



Now I can't wait to see what Supergirl and Lara manage to get into at the party. Nice homage to the Artifact btw, and rightly deserved.



Agent Wimpy Bunny (anxiously awaits more smut)

"There was plenty of magic." ~ Tara

[hidden watson]

The only thing I was thinking all through the underwater sex (which, by the way, wow!) was how were they gonna put their suits back on again, cos wet swimsuits? Very bunch-y and cling-y.



Practicalities aside, and I know I should suspend at least some of my sense of real world when I log into the KB every time, my favorite parts of this update, apart from the underwater sex (again, wow!) was the equipment. The cool scanner, the ball-gag breather (how on earth did you get from that to scuba diving equipment?) and the vacuum sealed undercover costumes.



Definitely a challenge for Anya:

Quote:

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We'll have to have Anya invent some kind of breather you can kiss through

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Oh, and I have to mention it again. Underwater sex, which, wow, and more wow!.

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quiet thoughts

[GayNow]

I finally found the opportunity to read this lovely update (invading family members be damned).



Great stuff, Chris! Each update increases the factor. Not to mention the factor...I mean, how can we leave that out?



Being the pop culture whore that I am, I really appreciate all of the classic pop culture references you weave into your updates. They bring a nostalgic grin to my face every time.



I now find myself eager to awaken on Sunday mornings so that I can get my weekly dose of Smut Bunnies...what a reason to wake up!



Agent Gay Bunny (Carleen )

[JustSkipIt]

Wow, those girls sure have some gadgets at their disposal. I'd love one of those swim motors. Very cool. And then ... they can't really control themselves can they? Of course the fact that they don't want to helps. The costumes... very very yum. Well done.



Edited to add: and of course it always amuses me to see you update a story tomorrow. Quite cool.

"It is better to waste one's youth than to do nothing with it at all- Georges Courteline

"Censorship, like charity, should begin at home; but unlike charity, it should end there." - Chare Booth Luce

My latest story: Survivor - Ash Island

Edited by: JustSkipIt at: 3/28/05 4:17 am

[MissKittys Ball O Yarn]

Dang Chris...you really give a whole new meaning to the word smut



I can't help but find it amazing that you can pack each update so full of action and still have time in the day to include a decent helping of smut...that's talent right there.



I can't wait for the next installment



xoxo

Agent Yarn Bunny

[TaraBaby77]

Okay, I have seen this story for a while now but I never thought it was going to be as fun, hilarious, smutty, and just plain out GREAT!!! I started reading this the other day and have been hooked since. So many good parts, too many to list, heehee. Anyhoo, please bless us with another update soon, kay??? I so can't wait to read more... =)

Aaron

'Tarababy77'

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"Don't buy into all the media crap. Love yourself for who you are, not what others THINK you should look like. It's DEFINITELY more important in this life to love each other despite our imperfections." - Amber Benson

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[Tempest Duer]

It's great to see a not to "The Artifact," which is in severe need of an update... of course, I'm happy with you as you are regularly giving us updatey goodness...



Agent Tempest signing off.

I got bitten by a drunk lesbian! Does that mean I'll turn into one?



~my friend Mary

[tarasgirl2]

Ohhhh Chris, I do so love this story!

I'd ask how long it takes you to come up with new and innovative ways to have sex but I fear this would only lead to an embarrassing level of intimacy between us...*ahem*

Moving on.

Love the inflatable sheep! Can I have one of those? It could sit in my living room with all my other toys! ...And that's starting to sound disturbing. Oh dear. Anyway, loved the little cat and mouse underwater. There is something about pursuit that will always be sexy...but perhaps that's just me. Not to mention capping it off with actual smut! Very impressive and I'd love to ask Anya how on earth she made swimsuits that sink to the bottom! Could be useful



Now, here's something that really caught my eye: Family First Network! OK, now tell me if I'm on the wrong track but is this by any chance based on the Family First political party from the last election??? I seem to remember a rather disturbingly right wing party of that name...unless I'm completely on the wrong track, which is highly possible! (For those of you who are not in the land of Aus - do please ignore this commentry!) I was rather excited to notice a reference that I could relate to! But if I'm just creating my own little world, do please ignore me as is completely appropriate...



Loved the costumes too! Can't wait to see what happens during the party...heeheehee.



*Kisses* Pastel Bunny

"No dancing naked, huh? Sigh. It just won't be the same." - Willow

"That's all right, we can save it for later." - Tara

(Wilderness Part 1 by Amber Benson & Christopher Golden)

[taralicious]

Agent Brer Rabbit here just now coming up for air and I may need the facilities of the health spa that James Bond was admitted to in "Thunderball" after witnessing Agents Shy Bunny and Adorabunny entwined in the synchronous underwater ballet they partook of.

The variations upon the Licence to Thrill directive that they devise from their fertile and libidinous minds are nothing short of transcendant and a visual walk through the Elysian Fields of pleasure and affirmations of the faith in smut.

In the Smutbunny manual there will have to be a new entry for the heretofore unusage of the term 'titfuck' in the briny deep sea context in which Willow employed this act upon Tara.

Truly an act of intimacy which far surpasses anything mere words could ever hope to express

Like the man who has consumed far too many Pan Galactic Gargle Blasters, I may need to seek weekly rehabilitation sessions in order to help me come down after the highs of this particular mission.

And then we have Willow Rosenberg, Tomb Raider and Tara Zor-El a.k.a. Supergirl.

MMMMM Tara in the cape and short skirt.

Edited by: taralicious at: 3/29/05 9:40 pm

[CaptMurdock]

taralicious, it's funny you should mention Thunderball -- that's the one with the great underwater bit where JB and Domino sink down behind some coral together...and then there's this massive amount of bubbles...



Serious underwater zug-zug.



Boy, those swimsuits much be stretchy, for Tara to be even able to put on Willow's without cutting off circulation. granted, being male I may not know what I'm talking about (cue nod from Mrs. CaptMurdock)...



Great stuff!

_________________



"She has illusion, and you have reality. May you find your way as pleasant." -- The Cage

[DreamsToDream]

Excellent!!

Love Costume Parties, They're So Great! Its Funny, I Was Super Girl Last Halloween, Ppl Seemed To Like It. Now I Have To Have An Equally Good Costume Next Year Haha

Wonderful Underwater Sex Haha, Those Girls Have More Sex Than James Bond! Excellent

[Artemis]

Hello everyone, thanks once again for the feedback Chapter 9 will be posted at the usual time, sunday/early monday (depending on your time zone).



Agent Gay Bunny: Thanks. Welcome to the Ministry Yup, all the pop culture I can think of.



Agent Wicked Bunny: Thanks Yep, no coincidence I rented a tape of True Lies this week to study the tango... also Chicago, which is contributing several spicy moves to our girls' dance. Hope the hangover's improved by now, and no more amonalous inflatable animals have turned up.



Agent Terra Bunny: Thanks, I'm glad you like the banter, I try to keep it amusing and fresh.



Agent Wimpy Bunny: Thanks. Glad you liked the underwater smut, with a chapter named after Thunderball I pretty much had to do that



Agent Hidden Bunny: Thank you. The gag-gill thingy... well I knew I needed the girls to have breathers, like Bond's pen-sized four-minute air tank thingy, so I put myself in Anya's place and thought, what goes in people's mouths? And of course the answer came back "ball gags," so there you go. So far as getting back into their swimsuits, I'm sure the Ministry's clothing workshop anticipates that agents will be getting undressed in all sorts of odd places, and doesn't make it too difficult to get back into their outfits again.



Debra: Thanks I'm sure they could control themselves if they had to... like, if it was a choice between making out, and saving the world, they'd save the world. Then make out I'm sure you can get something like those jet motor thingies, although they probably cost a bundle. And they'd just be normal propeller-driven engines, rather than the Ministry versions which are - of all the crazy things - miniature versions of the top secret submarine drive from The Hunt for Red October



Agent Yarn Bunny: Thanks It's surprisingly easy to combine smut and action, once you've got the ridiculous premise that smut is the Bunnies' job



Aaron: Thanks. Yep, another update in... lemme see (thinks)... about 32 hours? Something like that.



Agent Tempest Bunny: Thanks. I too was overjoyed to see the news that there'll be more Artifact goodness soon I try to keep my own updates regular - aside from the embarassingly long pauses in my other stories at the moment. Either next week or the week after I am going to have to take a couple of weeks off - there's a commercial job I need to get done before deadline, if I'm to have the chance of one of our local TV networks possibly paying me for it - but after than I'll be back, and the ideas for future chapters are already piling up. But for the moment at least, the next chapter will be posted on schedule.



Agent Pastel Bunny: Thanks Hmm, cat and mouse... You know, that might show up somewhere in the future... As for Anya's swimsuits, I'm sure this isn't the first time a pair of Bunnies have stripped mid-swim, so A-Branch has probably had plenty of time to develop a swimsuit that won't float away. Yes, the Family First Network was named after that political party - I haven't taken a great interest in them, or local politics in general (it's just too depressing) but from what I hear, they'd fit right in with this gathering of anti-smut types. Guess which two political figures 'Howard Walker' is named after



Agent Brer Rabbit: Thanks. I'm sure the Ministry has its own health spa - probably even more interesting than the one in 'Thunderball' There will definitely be much goodness with Tara in her Supergirl outfit. And Tara's promise to show Willow what her nipple-clit trick feels like will be featured in a future chapter as well - I'm sure that one will end up in the Bunny manual. Bunny training no doubt includes the use of all of an agent's body, not just the traditional bits



CaptMurdock: Thanks I think the Ministry-designed swimsuits are probably stretchy on purpose - there's probably some ingenious material in them that keeps them from being uncomfortable, while at the same time making them look as tight as possible



Agent Dream Bunny: Thanks. These won't be the last costumes Willow and Tara will don in the course of this story, but I do admit to a particular fondness for Supergirl



Well that's it from me for now, look out soon for Chapter 9 'A View to a Tango', in which Willow and Tara dance sexy, beat up guards (that's what guards are for, after all) and do inappropriate things while engaged in espionage

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

Smut Bunnies!: Saving the world, sexily!

[Artemis]

Title: Smut Bunnies

Author: Chris Cook

Rating: NC-17, naturally

Summary: Secret agents. Supervillains. Adventure. Excitement. Smut. Lots of smut. And saving the world, too.

Spoilers: None.

Copyright: Based on characters from Buffy The Vampire Slayer, created by Joss Whedon and his talented minionators, and all manner of things including the James Bond series by Ian Fleming/Eon Productions, and The Avengers by Brian Clemens. All original material (I'm sure there's some in there somewhere) is copyright 2005 Chris Cook.

Feedback: Please. Here, or to alia@netspace.net.au



Note: I know it's a bit out of character for our girls to beat up guards quite so happily, but this is a spy story, so it's not morally wrong to beat up guards. That's pretty much what they're there for. Also, credit goes to True Lies and Chicago for providing some of the tango moves (I don't dance, I wouldn't have a clue).



Other Note: I'm sorry to announce that this will be the last update for the next few weeks. There's a deadline coming up this month for a couple of spec scripts that, if accepted, will earn a tidy little sum of cash, so I really need to devote my attention to that. Stupid real life. Anyway, I'll be working on that for the next three or four weeks, but after that I'll be back with lots of smut and spy-type action.



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SMUT BUNNIES!

Chapter Nine: A View to a Tango

Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Ballroom

0935 Hours



Tara held out her right hand for Willow, who stepped closer. As Willow's hand slipped into hers she caressed it lightly with her fingertips, then gripped it tightly and pressed it firmly to her side. Her other hand caught Willow's and held it out to her side. She leaned forward and tilted her head to one side, stroking the petals of the rose clenched in her teeth across Willow's lips, while her free hand stroked her side and worked its way to her back. Then, as the music reached its peak, she stood to her full height, staring imperiously at Willow, and pulled her tightly against herself.



The dance began, and Tara marched in time to the beat, her motions elegant yet powerful. Willow moved with her, allowing herself to be led, breathless and aroused at Tara's performance. She led well, the way she was moving her legs, her hips, her shoulders, subtle rhythms in her body had taken on an air of dominance, almost masculinity in an odd way. 'Thank God the Ministry includes tango in basic spy school,' Willow mused, realising that without her training she would have been lost - she moved automatically as her mind filled with visions of Take Charge Tara.



Tara reached the end of her walk and, as the music flourished, tossed Willow back, keeping hold of her arm so that she stretched out away from her, her head dipping down behind her, before Tara pulled her back. Again Willow's training kept her from collapsing in a daze when she found herself once more pressed against Tara, hands around her neck. Tara reached down and effortlessly pulled Willow's thigh up, supporting Willow's knee on her hip, and marched backwards, all but carrying Willow as her other foot trailed behind her.



"God you're hot," Willow breathed, feeling Tara's thigh press firmly against her centre with every other step. Tara grinned and let the rose drop into her hand, letting go of Willow's leg at the same time to return her to her feet for another walk.



"A dancer is only as good as her partner," she murmured with a sexy grin. Willow's hand met hers, and both their fingers curled around the rose between them.



Seeing Willow recovering somewhat from her initial giddy daze, Tara gave her a subtle cue for a move, and at the end of the walk stood ramrod-straight, still as a statue but for her head, which turned to follow as Willow circled her, stalking sexily, trailing the soft rose petals around her shoulders.



She was not entirely surprised when, finishing her circle, Willow took her hands and assumed the leading pose herself. She ducked her head submissively, and grinned from ear to ear as Willow gave her a quick kiss on her cheek as they walked again, not an inch of space between their bodies.



"How are our unhappy guests?" she asked in a whisper.



"Still looking unhappy," Willow replied, "I don't think they like tango... no-one's moving though. They're waiting for something. Someone."



"Keep an eye out," Tara murmured. Willow braced her foot against Tara so she could let her sway back, so far her hair trailed on the dance floor behind her. Tara took the opportunity to reach out with her free hand and snag one of the wide decorative ribbons wound around the legs of the refreshment tables, yanking it loose as Willow pulled her upright.



"Planning on using that?" Willow grinned.



"Wait and see," Tara smirked, taking the lead once more as they moved in step back into the middle of the dance floor. She slipped the end of the ribbon into Willow's hand, then at the end of their walk pushed her away. Catching on, Willow backed up as far as the ribbon would stretch between them, and tossed her head defiantly as Tara drew her inexorably back in, pulling on the ribbon hand over hand until with one last tug she pulled Willow back into her arms.



"Gotcha," she smiled as they set off again.



"Uh-huh," Willow nodded, "you got me just where I want me." Tara gave a playful giggle and pressed the ribbon into Willow's hands.



"Feel like reeling me in this time?" she offered.



"I thought you'd never ask," Willow replied, standing her ground at the end of their walk, while Tara continued away from her. At the ribbon's end Willow gave it a quick tug to make it taut, then raised her leg and looped her ankle through the ribbon stretched between herself and Tara. She pulled her leg back sharply, bracing herself as Tara rushed into her arms, and swung her around, leaning over her and kissing her neck as she tilted her head back, eyes closed and a surprised smile on her face.



"You took the advanced course at the Ministry," Tara said once Willow had pulled her upright again.



"Didn't I say once," Willow replied, "I was raised to be an over-achiever?"



"I remember," Tara nodded, "you studied everything you could, just because."



"If I'd known this is where it'd take me," Willow grinned, "I wouldn't have been studying just because... mmm," she purred, as Tara tightened her hold. The tempo of the music relaxed a little, and the various couples dancing drew closer and moved slower.



"I'm glad you did that leg move and not me," Tara murmured in Willow's ear.



"Why?" Willow asked with a grin. "Don't want people to see up your skirt?"



"And I love seeing you be sexy," Tara admitted with a shy smile. "But yeah, up-skirtage was a consideration..."



"Why, what are you wearing under your skirt?" Willow pursued the topic. Tara chuckled, and gave her ear a playful kiss.



"Play your cards right and you'll find out," she promised.



"Cards huh?" Willow giggled. "Queen of Hearts?"



"Joker," Tara replied.



"I thought you might say that," Willow laughed to herself. She caught sight of someone over Tara's shoulder and straightened slightly, alerting Tara.



"Heads up," she whispered, "I think we've got a new mystery guest." She leisurely waltzed Tara around so she could see in the right direction without having to turn her head. "By the main staircase, just coming down. Big guy, real tall, badly-fitting tux, face looks a bit lop-sided, and not in the cute way your smile is-"



"Got him," Tara said, "I recognise him. From his file at the Ministry, at least."



"Friend or foe?" Willow asked.



"Foe, definitely," Tara replied. "That's Adam Walsh."



"I've heard of him," Willow said, searching her memory. "Commando leader?"



"Former US Navy Seal, British SAS, French secret service, Omega Branch special agent... bits of everything," Tara filled in the details. "Put it all together and you have one dangerous individual. He went freelance two years ago, since then he's worked for the highest bidder, no questions asked."



"Hasn't anyone tried to shut him down?" Willow wondered.



"They've tried," Tara said warily. "He's talking to one of the security guards... he must be working for Osbourne. He's not rich enough to be here on his own, even with the pay checks he pulls in, but he's perfect to keep a secret meeting secret. And they've got the ship's crew on side, that'll make things trickier. Ah-hah... our conservative guests are on the move."



"Our cue to spring into action," Willow said humourlessly. "Tara?"



"Yes?"



"Promise me you won't take any risks?" Willow caught Tara's shoulder as she began to turn, and held her gaze. "If this guy's as dangerous as his file says... I don't want to lose you, baby. I don't know- I just couldn't." Tara swallowed, and leaned over to place a gentle kiss on Willow's lips.



"You be careful too," she whispered. "I need you."



Willow's eyes teared up, then she blinked them away and nodded resolutely. Tara gave her a quick hug, and they turned and went their separate ways, becoming lost among the crowd of partiers.



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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Corridor

0950 Hours



The small group of businessmen, conservative activists and media owners followed the towering figure of Adam Walsh through the liner's hotel-like corridors. Tara checked to ensure she wasn't seen, then leaned around a corner, watching as the group passed through a security checkpoint.



"Looks like there's a secure area forward of the thirtieth bulkhead," she whispered. "Regular guards, these aren't Walsh's people. No problem."



"On my way," Willow replied through her radio earpiece.



"Okay. I'm going through." She ducked back, tossed her head to settle her hair on her shoulders, and strode out in full Supergirl-mode, hips swaying and cape fluttering behind her.



The two security guards at the end of the T-junction corridor exchanged covert grins as she approached, then one stepped out to block Tara's path.



"Sorry ma'am," he said, "no-one's allowed past here, you'll have to go back."



"Oh, really?" Tara asked in the broadest Valley Girl accent she could manage. "Did you, like, see a guy go past here, about your height, dark hair, in an Elvis costume? No? Dammit, my date's skipped out on me! How about that!" She looked challengingly at the guard, as if expecting him to comment - a trick she had learned from Anya.



"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, honey," he said with a grin, "he sounds like a damn fool, if you ask me. But he didn't come this way."



"Aw... I guess I should go back and look for him," Tara pouted. She gave the guard a grin. "Or, like, not... do you guys get to go off duty?" The guards exchanged glances and chuckled.



"Why, are you asking?" one of them said, advancing. Tara gave him a guileless look, batted her eyelashes, then chopped him swiftly in the throat as he came within range. His partner stared at her in shock, then reached for his belt, fumbling with the catch holding his nightstick to his belt.



"No, I'm telling," Tara said, swiftly slipping the first guard's nightstick off his belt and whacking his partner over the head with it. The first guard, still gasping, aimed a punch at the back of her head, but she swayed out of the way and caught his wrist without looking, pulling him over her shoulder and smacking his head into the wall.



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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Corridor, lower deck

0953 Hours



"All clear," Tara reported.



"I've got your signal," Willow replied, checking her watch, where Tara's position showed up as a tiny blinking beacon on a scrolling digital map of the ship's interior.



"Go on ahead, I've just got to get these two to a room."



"Are you cheating on me with some boys?" Willow joked.



"I can't help it if I'm a knock-out," Tara laughed. Willow chuckled, then glanced around to ensure she wasn't being watched, and headed on towards the front of the ship.



"Guard," she whispered, hearing footsteps from up ahead. She glanced quickly around the corner, then ducked back. "Armed guard. I don't like guns."



"Be careful sweetie," Tara said earnestly.



"I will." She took a deep breath, then called out, "Excuse me? Hello?"



A guard - not one of the ship's security staff, but a dangerous-looking man in full commando gear and a full-face helmet - quickly appeared around the corner, his hand on his holster.



"I think I'm lost," Willow complained, in an aristocratic Lady Croft voice, "is this the way to the- oh, nice! Is that real?" She pointed at the soldier's sidearm. "I tried to get some replicas, for my costume you see, but they were all sold out, would you believe it? I mean, whoever heard of Lara Croft without her favourite pair of weapons?" She leaned back, under the pretence of gesturing to her empty holsters, which coincidentally had the effect of pushing her enhanced chest out quite prominently.



"Uh, yeah," the soldier nodded, relaxing the hand on his gun as his eyes widened, "but, uh, you've still got-" Willow quickly turned her backward lean into a backward somersault, kicking the soldier squarely in the chest. He collapsed back in a heap, and before he knew what was going on she was on top of him, his visor was flipped open and his own pistol was aimed between his eyes.



"'Still got this pair of weapons,' I know," she said, "Miss Croft hears that joke a lot." She picked the soldier's radio off his jacket, pocketed the taser on his belt, then held her watch near his face. "Be a dear and say 'all secure,' would you?"



"A-all... secure..." he said nervously.



"No, like you mean it," Willow instructed, grinning dangerously, "come on, 'all secure,' right now before I get bored of you."



"All secure," the soldier repeated, mesmerised by the barrel pointing at him.



"Good boy," Willow said, immobilising him with a pressure-point grip to his shoulder, then quickly clubbing him with the gun's handle. "I take it back, there is one thing I like about guns," she added, flipping the safety on and dropping the pistol into one of her holsters.



"What's that?" Tara asked.



"You don't have to pull the trigger to get a result." She quietly opened a door and, finding a vacant suite, pulled the unconscious soldier inside.



"Amen to that," Tara agreed. "I'm heading in now."



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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Conference Room

0958 Hours



Harmony paced back and forth restlessly, glancing every few seconds at the room's main door. A voice from the audio console on the table startled her.



"Are they there yet?" Daniel Osbourne asked.



"Not yet boss," she replied, "but whatsisname only went to get them a few minutes ago... maybe they were busy? I mean, they were waiting in the ballroom, and they've got a pretty rocking party going on there. This one time, my roommate had to go get me from a party, right before a final, and it took, like, five hours-"



"That's lovely. Call me when they're ready." The console went silent.



"Well duh," Harmony complained, "that's what you told me to do in the first place."



"He likes the sound of his own terseness," Cordelia said from behind her, making her squeal and jump backwards.



"Cordy!" she protested. "You scared the hell out of me! Do you have to do that... that sneaky sneaking-up thing all the time?"



"I don't have to, no," Cordelia admitted. "Has Walsh reported any sightings of our two lovebirds?"



"Not a peep," Harmony said happily, "all the guys have been reporting in like clockwork. They're probably not even on board."



"They're here," Cordelia warned. She looked Harmony up and down, and frowned. "Harmony... what in god's name are you wearing?" Harmony looked down at her attire - a full body stocking in a spider-web pattern, more or less opaque, with a teardrop cut-out highlighting her cleavage, and black PVC boots done up to her knees.



"It's my villain costume," she said proudly. "Like it? I had it custom-made, this is silk you know. Very expensive. And these boots don't come cheap either!"



"And yet the overall effect is to suggest that you do," Cordelia said archly.



"Oh, like you're looking so much classier," Harmony frowned, gesturing dismissively at Cordelia's current outfit, a black corset with green edging, over a black latex cat-suit.



"I like green, it shows off my eyes," Cordelia said defensively.



"At least I've got a reason to be dressed like this," Harmony pointed out, "my good suit still has lubricant all over it."



"Even if I didn't already know the story, I so wouldn't be surprised," Cordelia sighed. "Just... try to look professional, 'kay? They're almost here."



"I'm professional!" Harmony pouted as the conference room door opened, revealing Adam Walsh and the group he was escorting.



"Just let me do the talking," Cordelia hissed. "Gentlemen! Glad you could join us... have a seat."



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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Corridor

1002 Hours



"They're in a conference room," Tara reported from the nearest intersection, out of sight of the room's guards. "Five metres forward, on the port side."



"Okay, I see it," Willow replied.



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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Corridor, lower deck

1003 Hours



"Alpha Whiskey Five, report," Willow's borrowed radio crackled. She held her watch to it and played back the recording of the soldier's 'all secure,' which seemed to satisfy whoever was on the other end.



Checking to ensure she was alone, Willow sprinted towards a doorway and carefully tried the handle. Finding it locked she opened her costume's belt buckle and produced nipple ring that bent itself straight at a twist. She inserted it into the lock, and a moment later the door clicked open.



"Well what do you know," she whispered, going inside and shutting the door behind her.



"What do you see?" Tara asked.



"Daniel's a classicist," Willow muttered, examining the complicated device set up in the otherwise empty room. Various pistons and levers connected to panels set into the ceiling, which presumably reached through to the floor above. A series of electrodes on articulated rods were connected to a central generator, which hummed with power. Willow kept to the edge of the room until she had snuck beneath the single video camera pointing at the sprawling device and stealthily attached a decorative tassel to it.



"The room's secure," she reported. "Looks like an old-style set-up, connected to the conference table above..." Her eyes followed the lines of the various gears and hydraulic pistons, judging how it would all work. "I'd say the first guy to decide he doesn't want in to whatever Daniel has planned will be dropped down here, and 'lights out'."



"Wow, that is a classic," Tara mused. "I don't think I've heard of one of those set-ups being used since the sixties. Electrocution, or is it a retro flamethrower kind of thing?"



"Electrocution by the looks of it," Willow said, "this'll actually make things easier, they've already drilled all the holes in the ceiling I'll need... just got to get a snooper up there..." She carefully disconnected the device's live wires, then crawled into the middle of it and produced a tiny camera and microphone from her backpack.



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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Corridor

1008 Hours



"I've got video and audio," Willow reported. "They're all there... I can't see Walker's face through this thing, but I recognise the waistline... there's Harmony on the other side of the table, I recognise her butt..."



"You what?" Tara asked.



"Pretty much everyone in my freshman year would recognise Harmony's butt," Willow explained. "From numerous photocopies on the notice boards, even if they weren't present at the infamous football stadium 'Hail Mary' incident... she's got a friend too, can't get an angle on her face..."



"Someone's coming," Tara whispered, ducking into a vacant suite and leaving the door open just a fraction. "It's Osbourne."



"And now, we listen and learn," Willow replied.



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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Conference Room

1010 Hours



"Gentlemen," Daniel said as he entered the conference room, "sorry to keep you waiting. Walsh, thanks." The mercenary nodded and left, closing the door behind him. Harmony opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced by a swift elbow in the ribs from Cordelia, who nodded evenly at Daniel.



"I'm a man of few words," he said, taking his seat at the head of the table, "so I'll be brief. You've all contributed to an... initiative of mine. You've been party to certain projects, lent your support to certain developments..."



"And it's about time we got an explanation!" one of the assembled men protested. "My firm has made a very significant investment, and I was told-"



"Mr. McDonald," Daniel said calmly, "you were told what you needed to be told, in order to motivate you."



"Well what I was told," McDonald said, "is that you had a way to safeguard internet users completely from inappropriate material. We've delayed half a dozen release dates, our competitors are taking notice, and you haven't delivered. Where's the super-screening program?" he demanded, rising from his seat.



"Mr. McDonald, have a seat," Daniel said quietly. McDonald glared at him, but subsided.



"What you were each told was true," Daniel went on, "more or less. You wouldn't be here unless you understood that there is a... plague. An epidemic of immorality, lewdness, corruption. A communicable disease, transmitted through books, television, films, websites. It turns good, wholesome people, the driving force of your industries, your consumers, into worthless trash. You all recognise the danger, you all know the solution. Men and women are weak... they give in to temptation, they let themselves be led stray. Strong leadership is needed, leadership that won't just tell them what they must do, but make them do it. In fact, make it impossible for them to do otherwise."



"Of course," Mr. Walker agreed, "people have to be protected, for their own good. But there are so many, aha, 'collaborators' one might say... so many ways for indecency to be transmitted from the sorry specimens who produce it to the poor souls who fall victim to it. And if one tries to curtail them, well, they cry 'free speech', 'liberty'... as if people can be trusted to make their own choices," he scoffed.



"You're quite right," Daniel nodded, "they can't." He leaned forward to press an inset button on the table edge in front of him, and flat-screens opened up in front of his guests. Each showed a complex logic diagram, multi-layered with loops and processes being highlighted in turn as the graphic cycled through a sequence.



"This," Daniel said with a faint smile, "solves everything."



"This is it?" McDonald asked. "The smut eraser?"



"I call it Panacea," Daniel said, with understated pride. "The program is self-replicating, self-propagating, self-defending. Once it reaches critical mass, it can't be shut down."



"Critical mass?" Walker asked.



"I'm not much for long explanations. Harmony?" Daniel asked. Cordelia sighed and covered her face with her hand.



"Oh, righty," Harmony said, jumping to her feet, "okay, so what we have here is basically a self-adjusting computer, you know, program thing... so it'll change. Each one of it will change, I mean - once it's spreading all over the place, each version of it will be slightly different, so if you get someone trying to use an anti-program program-"



"Countermeasure," Daniel said quietly.



"Yup, thanks, a countermeasure," Harmony went on, "it'll work on some, but not on others, so the survivors will take over and fill in the gaps left by the ones that go kablooey when people fight back. Sort of like, you guys know football? Well I once had this team over at my place, and they were explaining about substitutes, while the other guys got me some drinks-"



"Less elaboration," Daniel interrupted.



"Less...? Oh, right... okay, well it's substitutes, basically. One version of the program gets broken, another takes its place, and it, like, learns from previous generations of itself, like it's evolving, like on the Discovery Channel when they're not showing monkeys fu-"



"Critical mass, Harmony!" Daniel insisted.



"Okay, okay! Jeez," she crossed her arms in a huff, and went on: "critical mass is when the program reaches a certain level of network penetration..." She stopped and chuckled to herself. "That sounds dirty... anyway, once we reach critical mass, we can't be shut down. Like, ever. Short of the whole worldwide digital network being destroyed and replaced by a new one - as in, new TVs, new computers, new servers, new phone exchanges, anything with a programmable chip in it."



"That's impossible," McDonald said, "no-one would ever risk that kind of shut-down... it would mean-"



"World-wide chaos," Daniel nodded, "exactly. It will be in the best interests of the world to accept our gift, rather than try to fight it."



"Bet they will anyway," Walker complained. "They always do."



"Not this time," Daniel grinned. "Not this way."



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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Suite, lower deck

1020 Hours



"There are two layers to Panacea," Daniel's voice was relayed through Willow's snooper. "The first is the overt layer, the alteration of unhealthy material into healthy. But that addresses the symptom - we have to treat the cause as well. The covert layer is a subliminal pulse pattern, interlaced with video and audio signals. Through their televisions, computers, radios, stereos, phones, the people of the world will be reprogrammed. Smut will disappear from the face of the Earth - not because it will not be transmitted, but because it will not be created."



"Holy moley, can they do that?" Tara's voice asked.



"I don't know," Willow whispered, "god, I hope not... but if it's true, some kind of subliminal conditioning..."



"We have to get this to the Ministry, right away," Tara decided. "If this reprogramming is so subtle they haven't even noticed it on the captured chip, this could be our only hope of stopping it!"



"Something's happening," Willow warned.



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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Conference Room

1021 Hours



"No way," McDonald was protesting, "look I agree with your ideals, but there is no way I'll let myself be implicated in this. If it goes wrong, if the authorities find out... you're not just talking about censorship, you're talking about messing with the brains of the whole planet!"



"It won't go wrong," Daniel said calmly.



"Yeah, I've heard that before," McDonald sneered. "I'm out. Make the attempt with my blessing, I hope you succeed, but I won't be a part of it. That's my final word." Daniel fixed him with a long stare, then shrugged.



"Well, if you're certain," he said. "I'm sure we all thank you for your contributions. If you don't wish to continue, that's your choice." He leaned forward and pressed another button; McDonald's chair suddenly dropped through a hatch in the floor, which snapped shut once he had vanished. A second later there was a blood-curdling scream, followed by silence.



"Does anyone else have any second thoughts?" Daniel asked politely.



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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Suite, lower deck

1023 Hours



"Willow?" Tara was asking.



"I'm okay," she replied, "we might have to take a passenger with us when we leave though." She gave an exasperated sigh and glared at McDonald, who was quietly hyperventilating with her hand clamped firmly over his mouth.



"What was that scream?" Tara asked.



"Taser to the genitals," Willow replied cheerfully, "his, not mine, obviously."



"Thank god for that," Tara noted.



"Yeah... sorry about that," she whispered to McDonald, who was calming down slightly, "but I really didn't have time to explain how to fake your own electrocution. Now, lemme explain the situation to you. You have just been murdered. Are you still with me?"



"Hrmm?" McDonald asked.



"Look, Osbourne just tried to cook you like a McNugget," Willow explained. "He's got Walsh and his soldiers, plus the ship's security people, working for him. I'm pretty good at escaping from ships packed full of people who want to kill me. Unless you are too, how do you feel about doing exactly what I say, when I say it? Starting with nodding and not making a sound?"



McDonald nodded, and Willow slowly removed her hand from his mouth.



"Ick," she complained, wiping it on his jacket, "could you have kept your mouth closed? Honestly. Come on, on your feet. Sweetheart? Not you," she added to McDonald, who had looked confused.



"Yes?" Tara asked.



"I'm thinking Plan B," Willow said, "we need every word Daniel says, but I can't move fast with this guy. I'll stash him down below, then meet you back on this deck and we'll get the snooper and leave together."



"Good plan," Tara replied.



"Okay, see you soon." She gestured to McDonald. "Come on you, let's go."



"What'll you do to me?" he whispered.



"I'll keep you alive," she replied, "believe me, that's the best deal you'll get. I'll take you to a secure area down below, you'll be safe there 'til I'm ready to leave. Now less talking, more moving!"



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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Corridor, lower deck

1035 Hours



Shortly thereafter, Tara peered around a corner, spotting an armed and helmeted soldier. She braced herself, then walked out in front of him without a care in the world.



"Hey," he said, "hey, you! Supergirl! This is a restricted area, I'll have to take you in for questioning!"



"Yeah? Where's your kryptonite?" Tara asked, hands on hips.



"Uh," the soldier said uncertainly, glancing at the various weapons on his belt. The next thing he saw, very briefly, was Tara's bright red boot. He slumped to the deck, and Tara looked around, then dragged him as quickly as she could into the suite where Willow had deposited her would-be captor earlier.



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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Suite, lower deck

1040 Hours



Willow cautiously opened the door and peered back into the room occupied by the elaborate electrocution device, and let out a sigh when she saw Tara waiting for her.



"How's our passenger?" Tara asked as Willow entered and closed the door.



"McDonald's down in the submarine room," Willow told her, accepting Tara's kiss with a smile.



"Was he cooperative?"



"Pretty much. I knocked him out, just for safety's sake. And because his company's damned software kept me from accessing my favourite erotica websites at the school library all through my final year."



"Fair enough," Tara chuckled. "You just wanted some titillation, or was your school library private enough that you could... savour the experience...?"



"Oh, no," Willow said, shaking her head vehemently, "no, back in school I was miss conservative, I'd never have done anything like that. I just, you know... liked to imagine..." She stepped closer to Tara and ran a hand up her side, from her waist to the side of her breast, tickling her through the thin fabric of her top.



"Uh-huh," Tara said, leaning back against the wall, "what're you imagining now?"



"We don't have to hurry," Willow said idly, "they're still talking up there, so we've got a few minutes before we have to go..." She leant against Tara, straddling her thigh and rubbing her centre against her through her shorts. "If you're interested... it's been a whole fifty minutes since I saw you, and... well, visions of being tangoed by Supergirl keep running through my head..." She looked up at Tara with an adorable pout.



"Ooh," Tara grinned. "I thought... Lara Croft was straight?"



"Nuh-uh," Willow said, her voice trembling, "no way... she's just misrepresented in the mainstream media..."



"Ah," Tara nodded, breathing heavily. "So, if she were to be exploring some ancient tomb, and happened to find, say, Supergirl... and just suppose... mmm," she purred as Willow licked the side of her neck, "just suppose... they happened to end up like this, pressed together... so close... and Supergirl asked Lara to make love to her..."



"At the risk of sounding a bit fan-ficcy," Willow murmured, "I think Lara would definitely make love to Supergirl, right then and there." She opened her mouth and pressed against Tara's throat, licking voraciously.



"Oh god," Tara moaned quietly, "well then, 'Lara'..." She took hold of Willow and gently pushed her back a little, just enough for her to slip out from between her and the wall. "So long as one of us is keeping an eye on upstairs, so we don't get interrupted..." She leant over and straightened her legs, giving Willow an absolutely perfect view of her ass as she peered into the snooper's eyepiece.



"Oh, you're so tempting," Willow breathed in anticipation.



"Then be tempted, sweetie," Tara said over her shoulder. "You wanted to find out what I've got on under my skirt, now's your chance..."



Willow grinned broadly as she approached Tara from behind and leant over her, stroking one hand through her hair while the other rubbed her ass through her skirt.



"Hmm," she said to herself, pretending to ponder, "is it... silk? Satin? Lace? Or..." she slid her hand down, then back up, beneath Tara's skirt, pulling it up over her ass, "...ah, I thought so..."



"Perfume," Tara chuckled. She arched her back and spread her legs as Willow's hand roamed around her backside, moving back and forth over the crevice between her cheeks.



"Uh-huh," Willow smiled, "and what kind of perfume, I wonder?"



"Since we tangoed, I've been wearing a special scent," Tara replied, thrusting her hips back to meet Willow's teasing hand. "It's called Arousal for Willow." Willow's hand wove in her hair, holding her gently.



"You want it like this, sweetheart?" Willow asked softly, teasing Tara's sex with her fingertips.



"Stop teasing," Tara growled lustily, "slide those fingers into me and find out just how much I want it." Willow shivered at the tone in Tara's voice.



"You've got such a naughty streak in you," she grinned, taking a firm hold of Tara's hair. She straightened behind her and used her foot to nudge Tara's feet further apart, then without further ado, straightened two fingers and slid them quickly into Tara's dripping pussy.



"Oh yes," Tara whispered fiercely, "yes sweetie, you feel it, you feel how wet I am for you? Come on, yes sweetie, come on, deep sweetie, yes..."



"I guess I'm not the only one who got a bit worked up on the dance floor," Willow murmured, thrusting heartily, her remaining two fingers massaging Tara's lips with every stroke that sent her index and middle finger deep into her.



"Oh yes sweetie, all worked up," Tara gasped, "all hot and wet for you-"



"My little Shy Bunny's such a naughty bunny," Willow chuckled, "she loves this so much, doesn't she? Don't you baby, hmm?"



"I love it, I love you Willow, love you, what you do to me, how you love me-"



"Want to try something new?" Willow teased. She felt Tara shudder in surprise, then arousal.



"Uh-huh," Tara replied, pushing her hips back as Willow kept up her fast pace, fucking her vigorously.



"You're so eager, baby," Willow teased, folding her thumb against her two fingers, bathing it in Tara's juices as she plunged in and out of her. Tara moaned inarticulately at the increased girth of Willow's penetrating digits, at the apex of each thrust, then whimpered as Willow opened her hand once more.



"Want this?" Willow asked once more, thrusting in, and rubbing the tip of her thumb against the tight pucker of Tara's asshole.



"Want you," Tara moaned, fighting to keep her voice down, "in me... don't care how..." She lunged her hips back, almost engulfing Willow. Willow felt the tight opening part over the tip of her thumb, but managed to deny Tara any more than that, for the moment.



"I'm in you baby," Willow whispered, "open up and take me in." She pressed forward, slightly slower than her earlier thrusts, to allow Tara to accommodate the new penetration, as well as the third finger she added to her sopping sex.



"Oh that's good," Tara gasped, "oh god Willow it's so good, I can feel you so much, I'm giving you so much-"



"You are," Willow whispered, keeping her fingers and thumb firmly buried in Tara, rocking inside her, back and forth, "you are baby, you're around me, you're godly baby, so hot and tight and wet and perfect-"



"Need you," Tara moaned, reaching back with one hand to scrabble at the waist of Willow's shorts, "need to feel you, sweetie, please - please baby, I've got so much of you, I need you to come, I need you to come while you're in me-"



"I'm yours," Willow promised, releasing her grip on Tara's hair and pulling her shorts down, kicking them off once they hit the floor. She returned her attention to Tara, wriggling her fingers inside her as her hand and Tara's hips moved as once. Expecting to feel Tara's hand on her sex, she was startled when instead she felt Tara's boot sliding up the inside of her thigh. She met Tara's gaze as she glanced over her shoulder for a second, and smiled lovingly and lustily.



"Take me baby," she whispered, moving her hips back to ease Tara's access to her. Bending her leg at the knee, Tara pointed her toes, sliding the smooth, shiny point of her boot towards Willow's opening. Willow hissed with pleasure as the cool, slick boot touched her pussy, and spread her legs wide, pushing herself down onto Tara's toe as far as she comfortably could.



"It's good baby," she moaned, "oh god yeah, so smooth, slides in so easy, so easy to get you in me, oh- oh god, oh god, oh g-" she clamped her free hand over her mouth to keep from moaning too loudly, as Tara rocked her leg back and forth, fucking her in synch with the intense workout she was giving Tara's pussy and ass at the same time.



"Come on sweetie," Tara whispered, grinning from ear to ear at Willow's arousal, "come all over shy little Tara's nice shiny boot." Willow moaned against her hand and thrust firmly into Tara, her hips shuddering as her pussy gripped its quarry and gushed over it. Tara needed no more incentive to let go of the tenuous hold she had on her own climax, and Willow found herself brought quickly to a second orgasm as Tara's ass clenched painfully tight while the nectar from her sex flowed freely all over her hand.



"Oh, baby," Willow moaned in a hushed, sated voice. Tara's foot slid slowly back down her thigh, leaving a trail of moisture behind it.



"Stay," Tara whispered, reaching back to hold Willow's wrist, "stay in me... like this... just for a little while?" Willow draped herself over Tara, kissing her shoulders, up to the back of her neck.



"Love you, sweetheart," she murmured.



"Mmm, love you too," Tara sighed happily. She took a glance in the snooper's eyepiece. "No hurry, they're still congratulating themselves..."



"Good," Willow nodded, "wanna stay right here... hmmmm. You're a naughty, naughty spy, you know that?"



"Nonsense," Tara chuckled, "I'm the picture of innocence..."



"Uh-huh," Willow giggled, "'shy little Tara...' Sweetheart, when it comes to love, you are Supergirl."



-----



Long Beach, California

Beachside Car Park

1057 Hours



Various beach-goers looked around in surprise as as Aston-Martin DB9 Volante drove up over the concrete divider between the road and the beach and headed towards the water, despite being visibly empty. It steered carefully around the handful of stunned sunbathers in its way, paused while its retractable roof folded out and locked in place, then accelerated into the ocean with a splash and a trail of bubbles as it sank.



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Long Beach, California

Disco Volante Corridor, lower deck

1058 Hours



Tara's head poked out of the door, and looked either way.



"We're clear," she whispered, and emerged into the corridor, followed by Willow, just finishing packing the snooper into her backpack. She was glancing constantly at her watch, which showed a tiny view of the ocean from their car's point of view, tapping a button now and then. Her lips quirked up as she glanced down past her wrist, and noticed Tara's boots in front of her.



"Your boot's still kind of shiny, compared to the other one," she grinned at Tara.



"Uh-huh, whose fault is that?" Tara shot back. She started forward, then paused and raised a hand.



"Company," she whispered, flattening against the wall by the corner. "Ready?"



"Ready," Willow whispered in reply.



"In three, two..." Tara counted. She held up a finger for 'one', then on 'zero' leapt around the corner, chopping the first of several soldiers in the throat, while Willow rolled beside her, kicking the legs from beneath another. The third had just enough time to say the "Wh-" in 'What the hell?' before Willow was on her feet, elbowing him sharply in the stomach as she stomped his fallen comrade in the head, while at the same time Tara was accounting for the fourth by way of a lightning-fast roundhouse kick. As one they turned on the final member of the party, only to freeze in shock.



"Crap!" Cordelia exclaimed.

Chris Cook

Through the Looking-glass

A Willow and Tara for every world.

Smut Bunnies!: Saving the world, sexily!

[WickedReds]

Wow.. what a dance... *Agent Wicked sits and looks at the S.M.U.T. official tango book* They kinda ummm *Turns book upside down* improvised abit... heh..

They really do kick some ass... the poor guards. HA!!!



Wait... so this smart program as im calling it.. is going to what wipe out the smut all over the world.. and even if one of the programs is destroyed before the said critical mass another one jumps in and learns from what the other did wrong... total Darwin Evolutionary Track.. WITH A COMPUTER PROGRAM!!!! what the hell... i think i just confused myself...



Ummm the ummm...errr Smut .... I dont know how u do it C but u write about things that dont really appeal to me and make them appeal to me, how in the fucking hell do u do that...

And Cordy has been discovered... Oh Boy!



-reds



Meine Banane tanzt für Rußflocke 

Smutbunny Anthem: *sung to tune from Goldfinger* Smutbunnies...they'er the bunnies, the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt. They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits.- Written By Cameron(tarawhipped) For Us Smut Bunnies

Edited by: WickedReds at: 4/3/05 11:58 am

[wimpy0729]

Wow C,



Did you mean to keep me on the edge of my seat with action, and wiggle in my seat with very hot Supergirl/Lara Croft action? If that was your intention, well then you succeeded. I was also totally laughing out loud at so many parts I can't begin to list, but Cordy and Harmony literally had me rolling. Of course, Willow's taser to Mac's genitals was priceless. Then picturing her using her "enhanced chest" just put a silly grin all over my face.



And what's this thing about subliminal conditioning, and we won't even want smut?!!!!! OMG, our girls must stop them soon or the world might as well end for us Smut Bunnies.



Then, on to the smut, oh my fricking God Chris. All I have to say is "Holy Boot Fook" Supergirl. I can't wait to see what you come up with next. Hmm...that's one way to make your boots nice and shiny.



So C, you'll be off and away for a while. Best of luck with your other endeavors. Just rest assured that myself and the other Smut Bunnies will be making sure the Ministry is kept running nice and smooth while you're away. Of course, we may need to see Anya for some more of that lubricant. Mmm...banana flavor...very nice...but I wonder if she has strawberry. So, um, never fear, the Smut Bunnies are here!!



Agent Wimpy Bunny, always at your service

"There was plenty of magic." ~ Tara

[TaraBaby77]

OH WOW!!!

That was another great update. It's funny, I look foward to a new adventure everytime there is an update. Awesome job, hope to see more soon. Thanks. =)

Aaron

'Tarababy77'

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"Don't buy into all the media crap. Love yourself for who you are, not what others THINK you should look like. It's DEFINITELY more important in this life to love each other despite our imperfections." - Amber Benson

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[taralicious]

Agent Brer Rabbit here to say that I'm in need of some serious rehabilitation after scanning the dailies of the latest debriefing from agents Shy Bunny and Adorabunny.

Tara engaged in the dance of passion, lust, and desire, a.k.a. the tango, with Willow displaying the lithe, limber, and sensuously athletic moves which can tell a story of unbridled carnivorous slaking in a manner as old as time itself.

As shimmering waves of heat, fire, and radiance echoed outward from the two agents undetectable to those who would turn a blind eye to such base desires, Shy Bunny and Adorabunny got down to business before they could get down on each other.

Feminine Wiles 101 teaches the S.M.U.T agents that no low-level functionary, guard, or other watchman can resist the gratuitous flaunting of female cleavage, the more pneumatically enhanced the better.

Daniel Osborne, boo hiss, manages several million points for following in the ruthless bastard Auric Goldfinger/Doctor Evil style of dealing with backers who make trouble and develop a spine problem i.e, the ol' trap door under the chair ploy.

This is negated by his unconscionable erring in allowing Harmony to do the expositional dialogue about how his Panacea system will undermine the free flow of smutahol.

The image of Supergirl fucking Lara Croft with her boot, shoving her red boot in and out of Lara Croft's pussy and Lara Croft anally fisting Supergirl at the same time makes me proud to be on the side of smut and makes me want to redouble my efforts to ensure that such a system as what Daniel Osbourne proposes will never come to pass.

You can count on me to help keep the Ministry running smoothly and creamily with plenty of Reddi-Whip in your absence.

cry ride

Edited by: taralicious at: 4/5/05 11:52 pm

[umgaynow]

OK so I'm a little behind...I just finished Chapter 7...and I gotta say I'm loving this fic...Wild Willow Sauce????? Oh yeah! ::gettin' in line for the wild Tara sauce:: As a matter of fact the only way I can think of to express how much I dig this fic is to burst into song...

(apologies to Cam) (sung to Goldfinger of course)



Smut bunnies...they're the bunnies that love the smut...and Willow's butt...



They surf for smut fiction...always lookin' for the next naked sweaty fix...of Tara's tits...



Shy and Adora will keep the smut safe...though Anya's weapons are starting to chafe...



Though they diffuse every sitch...that Cordy's a bitch...and Harmony's a feeb...



Smut bunnies...though the danger is very real...they'll cop a feel...



As they're waiting...for that next urgent call from Fred...they romp in bed...



When they're in London they ride on the Tube...in New York City it's banana lube...



With villians outside the door...they writhe on the floor...and Oz is just a dweeb...



She's a Shy Bunny...but in Willow's hot hands quite bold...that ice is cold!



These babes are hot...so very hot...



THAT ICE IS COLD!!!!





hope you enjoyed the little tribute



umgaynow

[Tempest Duer]

Wowza. Not only is the smut as steamy as ever, but the story is good too! It takes a special kind of writer to have both of those things in a fic, C, and I must say you are most special indeed.



Oh, and the nod to fanfic... you've got charm, my man, charm indeed.

I got bitten by a drunk lesbian! Does that mean I'll turn into one?



~my friend Mary

[Reallybigpineapple]

Greetings, oh, Lord of Smut.

Thank you for keeping the smut fixes coming! Delirium tremens is such a pain...

Brilliant that the bad guys main objective is to eradicate smut....! (Shudders)

If I grovel greatly, any chance of a wee Pineapple Bunny button?

I bow to thee,

Pineapple Bunny