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Faith intended to fuck the whinyness out of Buffy. It wasn't as easy as it sounded.
The first nine or ten times she fucked Buffy, she used her nimble fingers and tongue on the Slayer's sensitive nub, glorying in the delicate folds of flesh. She kissed and nibbled Buffy's small nipples, and stroked her belly and thighs. Each time she fucked her, she produced mind-numbing orgasms for Buffy, who bucked and moaned wildly. But once she finished coming, she again started to whine about her Slaying duties, Angel's ongoing angst, and the fact that Willow was a ho. Although Faith wholeheartedly agreed with the last point, she didn't want her otherwise kewl lover to whine like that. So, she proceeded to fuck Buffy some more.
This time, Faith decided to use a vibrator along with her nimble fingers and tongue. She sucked and nibbled her nips too, but spent less time doing so. This produced some more energetic orgasms, but even after ten more vibrating fucks, Buffy continued to whine.
So, Faith brought out her lovely dildo. It was average sized, and shaped like a dolphin. She bought it from an environmentally-correct sex toy shop in San Francisco. Ah, the joyous times she had with the granola-crunching neo-hippie dykes there. Faith shook her head, clearing it of those memories. She had a very important task to complete.
Faith and the dolphin gave Buffy quite a few more orgasms. Hell, Buffy even gave a dolphin squeal of delight (which, actually, is only one note higher than the dolphin squeal of terror) when she came. Yet she still fell into her whine mantra afterwards.
Faith sighed and made a Gatorade run. If she was gonna fuck all the whinyness out of Buffy, she needed some electrolyte replacement.
She decided that Buffy needed something more intense, and fisted her vaginally. Although this made Buffy nearly fly off the bed and out the window with the force of her orgasm, it didn't banish the whines.
Then she decided to forget the vanilla stuff for a while, and opened her little chest of pain. She tied Buffy face down on the bed, and then began to spank her, using the right amount of force to not truly hurt Buffy, but also let her feel every thwap. The Slayer moaned and wriggled her tight ass, and when Faith was done, there was much having of the gay sex. But, still Buffy whined.
She brought out her flogger, her nipple clamps, and her industrial strength dildo (whale shaped). Nada. Faith even poured Gatorade over Buffy's nubile body and licked it off (this was more for Faith's benefit). Nothing worked.
Faith went into the garage and came back toting a large contraption into the bedroom. She strapped Buffy in it, making sure that her lover was comfy. It contained large, well-lubed vibrating dildos that entered Buffy's lovely orfices, and attachments that stimulated her clit and nipples. Faith turned it on full power and went downstairs to have a sandwich. She finished the sandwich (peanut butter on wheat), checked on Buffy, called Xander and talked about his relationship with Oz and Giles (the cute ho), and practiced some Slayer exercises (the kind that kill vamps, not a euphemism for sex).
Finally, when Buffy was having her 69th orgasm (see, now the title makes sense), Faith checked on her for the last time. The panting, satiated Slayer lay limp while Faith undid the complex contraption.
"So..." Faith looked at Buffy intently. "I heard from Cordy that Angel's really depressed lately."
"He should buy some damn Prozac. He's a vamp; he can handle the side effects and such."
Faith allowed a little grin. "What do you think about Willow?"
"Stupid ho. You'd think she'd have learned from me that you shouldn't schtupp vampires. Ah well, at least Oz is happy with Xander and Giles."
Faith eeped like a happy monkey and huggled her beloved Buffy. She'd done it, she'd finally done it. She'd made a monkey out of...wait, that's me going too far with the monkey metaphor. I think I'll just be quiet now.
And they all lived happily ever after. Except for Willow, who got a big surprise when karma came back around.
THE END