And the penguins just keep on coming
gabriellabelle expressed a wish to see more crazy!orgy!Buffy, in penguin form and post The Gift. Her will is, of course, my command.
Penguin Orgy
Buffy turned from Dawn, determination written on her beak and face. She waddled away, picking up speed, and launched herself from the tower.
The Universe was watching, knowing that the Balance of things penguinal must be restored, and granted the miracle. Her wings spread, engorged, grew, and suddenly she was soaring, flying free.
"Kaaark!", she cried, circling the Scoobies far below.
Giles at once took her hint. He leant over the recumbent body of Ben,the Erect Crested Penguin, reared back and hit firm and deep, his beak penetrating the pseudo-God-Emperor's head, despatching him forever.
Buffy spiralled down, aiming directly for the bleached quiff of feathers topping the heroic Adélie. They wound around each others' necks, beaks entwining. More and more intriguing options opened as their feathers linked, rubbed against each other, and the ecstasy grew.
Meanwhile all around them, a Sphenisciform orgy was in progress. Two Wiccan Little Blues entwined their beautiful plumage, while Xander, the African Penguin, was exploring some interesting cross-species options with his beloved Rockhopper. So what if he'd initially mistaken her for a Magellanic? Their love was Real, and the positions a Rockhopper knew made life more than interesting.
The ice-tower crumbled. Dawn, almost unnoticed, slid to the ground and onwards into the salty ocean. As a Little Green Penguin she might be unique, but somewhere out there lay her shoal-mate, she knew. Besides which, all these entangled penguin bodies were, well, icky. She had seas to swim and miles to go before she'd sleep.
Behind her, the squawks of bliss echoed through the icy air. No-one noticed the two seals, wrinkled and scabby, slither away with the corpse of their Emperor, ready to resurrect and fight another day.
Penguin Orgy
Buffy turned from Dawn, determination written on her beak and face. She waddled away, picking up speed, and launched herself from the tower.
The Universe was watching, knowing that the Balance of things penguinal must be restored, and granted the miracle. Her wings spread, engorged, grew, and suddenly she was soaring, flying free.
"Kaaark!", she cried, circling the Scoobies far below.
Giles at once took her hint. He leant over the recumbent body of Ben,the Erect Crested Penguin, reared back and hit firm and deep, his beak penetrating the pseudo-God-Emperor's head, despatching him forever.
Buffy spiralled down, aiming directly for the bleached quiff of feathers topping the heroic Adélie. They wound around each others' necks, beaks entwining. More and more intriguing options opened as their feathers linked, rubbed against each other, and the ecstasy grew.
Meanwhile all around them, a Sphenisciform orgy was in progress. Two Wiccan Little Blues entwined their beautiful plumage, while Xander, the African Penguin, was exploring some interesting cross-species options with his beloved Rockhopper. So what if he'd initially mistaken her for a Magellanic? Their love was Real, and the positions a Rockhopper knew made life more than interesting.
The ice-tower crumbled. Dawn, almost unnoticed, slid to the ground and onwards into the salty ocean. As a Little Green Penguin she might be unique, but somewhere out there lay her shoal-mate, she knew. Besides which, all these entangled penguin bodies were, well, icky. She had seas to swim and miles to go before she'd sleep.
Behind her, the squawks of bliss echoed through the icy air. No-one noticed the two seals, wrinkled and scabby, slither away with the corpse of their Emperor, ready to resurrect and fight another day.