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An Amalgam universe including Buffy, Charmed, Supernatural and Gotham

by Master_Kind
Storyline Infinity Gem Madness!
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Previous Chapter Someone from a non-Marvel linked world gains the Infinity Gems... which works.

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Warren Meers ran frantically through the woods, pursued by a vengeful Willow Rosenberg. How had it all gone so wrong? All this time he'd been focused on killing that blonde bitch Summers, it looked like he should have shot that dyke redhead in the face instead. He shuddered with rage and terror as he heard his robot duplicate get torn apart. He knew he was just seconds away from meeting the same fate when suddenly, a shining gem appeared in his hand.

He gasped as he suddenly heard thousands of whispers in his mind and the murderous thoughts of Willow Rosenberg as if she was screaming her lungs out right next to him. Focusing on her, he could suddenly see himself through her eyes as she stalked towards him with fury in her nearly all-black eyes.

"There you are. I'm going to-" she began with a snarl.

"STOP." Warren said.

Willow found herself frozen in place, hand outstretched mid-gesture, unable to proceed.

Warren laughed as he realized what was happening. He heard all of the redhead's thoughts as if she were speaking aloud. Whatever this gem was, he could control and read minds with it!

"So, you want to kill me because I murdered your blonde little cooze, huh? Too bad I just got an upgrade, bitch. Get on your knees."

Willow fought with all her power against the command but could do nothing but fall to her knees, grinding her teeth in rage and focusing all her magical might into killing him.

Warren smiled.

"Don't. Don't even think about hurting me, you nasty little twat."

Willow was still furious but suddenly, all the hostile magical spells she'd had at the ready were gone. It was like she didn't know any black magic at all.

Warren crossed his arms and looked at her smugly, glancing at the glowing gem that he held in his hand.

"There. That's better. Hmm, now what? I know - how about you use all that magic you've got stored up for a little makeover instead?"

She tried to fight the command but she couldn't stop herself any more than she could stop her own heart from beating. The huge amounts of magical power she had stored inside of her burst out like water from behind a dam, all dedicated to one single aim - making her into a slutty bimbo love slave. The evil, corrosive nature of the energy was all too happy to warp her mind, clothes and body. Willow screamed as the process started but her wail of anguish quickly turned into a high pitched squeal of delight from two previously thin lips now made into plump, pouting pleasure pillows.

The black clothes she wore burst into flame and were replaced by little more than a black string bikini, black open-toe heels and a black leather collar with engraving in it that read "PROPERTY OF WARREN MEERS". She felt her breasts swelling and increasing in sensitivity, making her moan at the weight and the sensation of them, her big pink nipples already hard against the flimsy black spandex material that barely covered them. Her waist shrinking and ass cheeks swelling into a perfect bubble butt was agonizing at first, then arousing, alongside the feel of her legs getting longer and her pussy . . . fuck, her pussy!

Willow thought she'd known what it was to be horny but suddenly, the throbbing between her legs was way beyond anything she'd ever experienced. She could feel her pussy juices dribbling down her thighs past the g-string she wore, wetter than she'd ever been in her entire life. Her hatred of the man in front of her and grief over her dead lover all faded away - only the desperate ache to get filled deep and hard mattered.

"Much, MUCH better!" Warren said with a laugh and a leer. "What do you have to say for yourself now, bitch?"

Willow Rosenberg looked up at the man who had killed the love of her laugh, the man she knew she should hate more than anything . . . and let out a squeaky, breathy cry of lust before speaking in a desperate rush.

"Ooh! Like, fuck me! Please, PLEASE, fuck me Master! I need it sooooooo bad! Uhh! Fuck me!"

Warren smiled, looked at the woman who had been trying to kill him - the woman who now resembled a Goth Jessica Rabbit - smiled and unzipped his fly . . .


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