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Carnivale Mystique

Title: Carnivale Mystique
3/42
Author: BmblBee
Rating: NC17
Paring: S/X
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or products named in this
story and make no profit from it.

Summary: A mysterious carnival appears on the outskirts of Sunnydale.
Despite the sudden disappearance of townspeople and pets, Xander is
intrigued and wants a closer look. What he gets is more than he could
have imagined.

This story is based on a suggested story idea from the lovely Mystic Oblivion.




As always, thanks to the wonderful Petxnd for the banners that put the perfect
visual to my words.


The remainder of the school day had been an odd combination of boring,
slow class studies, interspersed with the short times between when the
four friends would meet briefly at their lockers to make plans for the
evening ahead.

From what Xander could see, the entire student body was planning, at
some point over the coming weekend, to escape their parental scrutiny
and cut loose amid the rare excitement of a traveling carnival.

Xander, who was, at the best of times, disinterested in his studies, was
now down right annoyed at the droning, teacher's voices that cut into his
daydreams.
When called upon, his pat answer, despite the class, was "36?"

While it was way off mark in history class, it was surprisingly close in
math, earning him a "Well done!" from the shocked teacher.
The praise rolled off his back like water off a rubber duck.

Hour after hour, Xander watched the big round wall clocks like a hawk.
His foot tapped impatiently and his fingers drummed the surface of his
scarred wooden desk. He was seriously considering faking an illness
in order to be granted an early dismissal, but had long ago run out of
imaginary diseases and conditions that would be convincing. He still
had 'polio' but was saving that for a real emergency.

At lunch time, he had taken his brown bag out into the courtyard needing
to be alone to feel the sun on his face and think about the things he would
see. Within minutes, Jesse plopped down on the retaining wall beside him.

"Hey, you ready for tonight?"

Xander tried to play it cool. He forced himself to take a bite of his oily
peanut butter, chewing slowly and washing it down with a big swallow
of warm Cherry Coke.

"Tonight? Oh, you mean the carnival? Yeah, sure. Should be fun."

Jesse wiggled his butt around on the cement wall till he faced his friend.
"Fun? Are you fucking kidding me? Shit, just think about it. The four of
us in the fun house, riding the Whiplash, stumbling around in the house of
mirrors. It will be like a fucking double date. This is a fucking Op-por-
tunity! I been trying to get my hands in Buffy's pants ever since she
moved here."

Xander stopped, his flat tasting sandwich poised for another bite and he
frowned.

"A date? I didn't think this was a date. I thought it was just the four of us
going together. I don't want Willow to think this is a date. We kinda came
to an understanding about that and we work better as buds."

Jesse rolled his eyes and shoved the last of his cold meatloaf sandwich in his
mouth, chewing and talking at the same time.

"Fine, have it your way. You and Willow are going as chums and me and
Buffy are going as potential pants palls. Friends with benefits. Satisfied?"

Xander gave it some thought.
"Yeah, I guess. I just don't want any misunderstandings. Speaking of
Buffy, don't you think there is something strange about her?"

Jessie balled up his brown bag and shot it towards the trash can, missing
it by a mile. He considered getting up and disposing of it properly but, like
most decisions, resolved to 'fuck it.'

"Strange? Hmmm. Let's see. Long blond hair that is the perfect color
for a fuzzy lower level love nest, firm titties with big poky nipples, and long,
long legs that reach so high they make an ass of themselves. Nope,
nothing strange there."

Suddenly this whole evening was turning into something that Xander did not
want to be a part of. Still, Buffy was not his concern or problem and she
looked like she could hold her own. If Jesse got too out of line, she should
be able to push him off. With a little maneuvering Xander hoped to sneak
off on his own.

"O.k, but this is not a date, so if one of us wants to do something the others
don't, I mean, we aren't glued together, right?"

Jesse unwrapped his cookie and nodded.
"Yeah, right."

Jesse did not understand his old friend. Xander had changed. It used
to be that anything Jesse suggested, Xander would do. From toilet
papering the trees in front of the principal's house to swiping cupcakes
from Andy's market. If Jesse said it, Xander would do it.

Then Jesse had discovered porn and he was hooked. Magazines, movies,
computer sites. Everything and anything that included pussies he would
'ooo' and 'ahhh' over. Huddled up in his bedroom, Jesse would coax
Xander to jerk with him, staring at fuck films and Penthouse magazines.
At first Xander refused, then Jesse snickered when he hit on what must be
Xander's kink. Two guys on one girl.

They had both pulled it out and pulled one off as the men doubled up on
her. One in her snatch and one in her ass. Xander had exploded first and
Jesse wondered what that meant. Maybe his best buddy wanted to share.
Possibly Buffy. Jesse was on board with that. After all, what were best
buds for? As long as he got the twat. Xander would have to poke the ass.
Friendship could only take you so far.

"So what time are we meeting up?"
Xander had finished his lunch and still sat on the high brick school wall,
his feet swinging several inches off the ground.

Jesse was watching Miss Parker, the geography teacher, walk by. Her
butt swayed and her long dark hair blew and fluffed in the afternoon breeze.
He felt the familiar stirring in his dick and forced himself to look away.

"Huh? Oh, tonight. Well, I figure it's no fun if we go before it gets dark,
so how about we wait till around 8. I'll swing by and pick up Buffy, you
go down to Willow's and since it's close, you guys can walk. We can
all meet up at the 10th street entrance."

Xander was beginning to wish he had not agreed to this. He really wanted
to go alone. He wasn't sure why it seemed so important, but it did. He
sighed and wondered how much trouble he would be in if he just went
home, ditched the afternoon classes and ran.

When the bell rang, he sighed again and hopped down.
"Yeah, o.k., sounds good."

"YES! Brace yourself, Xanman, tonight is going to be legendary!"

Jesse laughed and threw his arm around Xander's shoulder, leading him
back in the school. He glanced over at his best friend and wondered if there
was some way he could broach the subject of Xander borrowing a shirt for
tonight. Just because it wasn't a date didn't mean they shouldn't look their best.
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