Buffy, the Imuchakk’s Slave Wife

Commissioned by: GarthTheDdraig

Written by: Danni Lynn

Date: June 12th, 2024

Word Count: 28,000 words (Currently 3,000)

Synopsis: After Buffy the Vampire Slayer sacrificed herself to save the world, she wakes up in a frozen land and is found by Rurumu, the daughter of the Imuchakk Tribe’s Chief. These giant people are frightening in their size but as Buffy gets to know them, she can’t help but be a little star-struck…

Disclaimer: This story is a work of OC-insert fanfiction. All characters and storylines belong to the rightful owners. This is a work of fanfiction, I do not claim ownership over any of these characters or ideas.

CW: Sexual situations, explicit content (in later chapters, not in the current content). Future chapters will be censored and posted on Wix and will be censored on this page.

Chapter 1

Almost nothing can prepare you for your death. Unless, you have died before. But even with one fatal incident under her belt, Buffy didn’t have time to think when she launched herself into the portal, successfully sacrificing herself to save her sister, her friends, and the world as a whole. Her focus on the moment, getting to the portal, and doing it without making a misstep was all that rushed through her mind. She knew she had made the right choice and everything in that moment felt so perfect because everyone was going to be safe, and she was saving the world for the billionth time. If she had hesitated, she might have taken the time to wonder if she would die instantly or float around in the unknown space she had thrown herself into. Would she be pulverized by unearthly forces; or would the blood in her very veins—the key to her sacrifice—be drained from her, leaving nothing but a wretched corpse?

Luckily, she had no time to worry about those outcomes as her one and only purpose was clear. Buffy Ann Summers was sacrificing herself to save the world. A Spirit Guide had once told her, “Death is your gift,” and it finally made sense. Her own death would be her gift to the world. With that action, Buffy’s sense of being, her body, and mind, all floated away into a warm and bright space of comfortable nothingness.

She was in heaven.

The light did not last forever.

Cocooned in blissful attention and love, time passed with no measure. Buffy just was. She felt safe, protected, and at peace. Her job had been done but then the once peaceful light became searing, and Buffy’s existence was uplifted and tipped onto its head. Suddenly she could breathe, swallow, and gasp in fear as the sensation of a freefall took over and she was sent plummeting to a world far below.

***

The first sense to wriggle into Buffy’s consciousness was a burning. Not the sear of an open fire or the warmth of the sun, but a sharp, punishing singe that only the desensitizing cold could create. Icy fingers of wintery air scraped against her burning cheeks. Powdery chunks of snow pressed into the woven fabric of her white sweater and melted against her shivering skin.

Buffy covered her eyes with a grown. She was lying in a snow pile, sprawled out on her back. She tried to sit up but winced as this movement caused the snow to soak through her thin slacks and some fell into her shoes.

“Oh, this isn’t good…” Buffy got onto her hands and knees, her bare palms stinging. She sat back on her knees as a gust of wind pushed back her hair, revealing to her the sight of a large rolling plain of snow and stone. Large mountains clawed at the sky to the east and a distant roar suggested an ocean’s shore pulsed nearby, but the jagged landscape of snow and ice made any difference between the land and sea impossible to decipher.

Shivering, Buffy stood up and tucked her arms around herself, bowing to the sharp wind.

“Where am I? What happened?” she whimpered.

She remembered fighting to save her younger sister, Dawn’s, life when the gate had been opened at a god’s behest. As a Slayer, it was her duty to protect the people of Earth from the various forces of darkness that constantly threatened them but as a Summers, it was either her or Dawn’s blood that could forever close the gate and stop the world from being torn asunder by the powers it threatened to release.

Her head throbbed. Buffy’s vision swam and the white landscape blurred and dipped. It wasn’t as if she could tell where she was in the first place, but she needed all her senses to survive this. She rubbed her eyes and tried to squint but the pounding in her head doubled.

She wasn’t supposed to be here. She had given her life to be a sacrifice. She had felt the warm bliss of heaven—or had she not? Was she even alive and in this wretched place?

The burn of the cold and the bone-deep shivers that now wreaked havoc on her body were a stark reminder of what life was like. Someone who was dead wouldn’t feel the cold. Someone who was dead wouldn’t feel tired or lost like this. She was supposed to be at peace. Her job was finally done, but what had gone wrong now?

Even worse, if something had gone wrong, what had happened to her friends? To Dawn? Everyone would be in trouble if this hadn’t worked. Or, if this was some sick-and-twisted layer of hell, would she run into them if the world had ended? Wouldn’t they all be in this purgatory together?

She didn’t have much of an understanding of theologies or religion, but the simple thought of it all being a mess was enough to get her to shut down her mind and focus on surviving—if that’s what this really was. She needed to figure out what happened and then she could find a way back home.

Buffy doubled over, trying to keep as much of herself out of the wind as possible, and began to walk. Every step pressed more cold snow against her already numb ankles and feet. Her slacks and sweater were not match for these temperatures. Without an overcoat, hat, or gloves, she wasn’t sure how much longer she would last out here.

She trudged forward. Each footstep rallied her with the image of a loved one. Beautiful, innocent Dawn. How she would fight to get back to her. Annoying but albeit brave, Skip. She’d have to tell him about her own adventures in this hell. To Willow, who was probably already thinking up a way to keep everyone’s spirits up, and all the others she depended on.

With no direction in mind, Buffy continued onward.

***

It turned out trying to walk off into the snow with no direction in mind was a terrible idea.

Buffy was hunched over, carefully trudging through the snowdrifts as her feet and legs froze. The skin on her ankles and the tops of her feet were beet red and about ready to pop off if she couldn’t find shelter anytime soon.

If only her vampire slayer powers could protect her from the cold. She didn’t have time for such fragile morality.

Shivering, Buffy whimpered and forced herself to climb over another icy pile of snow.

“Oh, I do not like this!” she exclaimed. She was from California; she didn’t do cold weather! “Even the hellmouth was more comfortable than this!” Clambering over the top of the pile, she lost her balance with a yelp and tumbled over the other side. Hitting the snow with a soft thump, the coldness seeped into her pants and shattered her last bit of hope.

She was going to die out here, wasn’t she? Buffy the Popsicle. It was going to be a fate worse than vampires.

Covering her face, Buffy moaned. “I mines-well curl up and die now. I was supposed to, anyways!” She kicked her legs and beat the ground in a moment of defeat. In the middle of her tantrum, a large, bare foot stepped into the snow before her. She froze. The surprise of seeing someone in only their bare feet was shocking enough but this foot was bigger than a dinner plate.

Buffy looked up to see a massive woman standing over her. She must have been well over eight-feet tall. She was dressed skimpily in a blue and white halter top, and purple baggy shorts that had a hole cut out in the front to expose her midriff and ended just above her knees with a soft fur lining. Her shins and forearms were wrapped but her feet, hands, and upper arms were inexplicably bare in the freezing weather.

The giant woman looked down at Buffy, her mouth opening into a small, surprised, “O.” Her hair, a massive waterfall of blue locks was tied back into two giant braids that nearly brushed the ground. Two small braids decorated her shoulder, an ornamental headband graced her brow, and a single yellow horn protruded from her head.

“What the?!” Buffy scrambled up and reached for her belt, but her hand came away empty.

She was unarmed. That was not good. She wanted to bolt but she feared she wouldn’t get very far with her pant legs freezing solid and all.

“I know good fashion might be expensive but at least put on some shoes!” she shouted. The woman—or creature? she wasn’t sure—only stared down at her as she balanced a large basket on her shoulder. Buffy brushed her hands in her hair, trying not to panic. She’d been in many tight spots before. She was going to figure this one out and get out of here. Escaping one monster was easier than saving the world and she had already done that today!

At least, she hoped she had. That was one more reason to make it out of here alive. She needed to make sure everything had worked and the portal on earth had closed as it was supposed to.

Hesitating, Buffy worked herself up to make a decision. Finally, taking a deep breath, she ducked around the woman, and made to run away. She stumbled past her giant girth but as she passed by, the snowy scene in front of her unraveled into a whole new world of color. Past the snowbanks she had just traversed, the seemingly unending landscape met a rolling blue sea and a sudden swarm of commotion.

A large ship bobbed on the shore and many just-as-giant people were carrying baskets of goods to the ship. There were freshly caught fish, piles of intricately patterned textiles, fresh produce, and assortments of jewelry hanging out of large, wooden casks and boxes.

The workers footsteps shook the very ground and ground Buffy’s escape to a halt.

How would she handle all of them? Dread began to creep up her neck. She tried to think of something, anything. Maybe the cold was making it hard to think but she could only feel her fear, as it zapped her pulse into a panicked rhythm.

She needed to escape. She needed to run!

Despite her panicked efforts, Buffy stood frozen for a moment. As the icy wind carved around her, she slowly turned to look back up at the tall woman. Every nerve in her body was telling her to run and find somewhere to hide. The demons and monsters she’d fought before were usually not this size. If they got into a fight, her strength alone would not be enough to handle this challenge.

Putting up her hands, Buffy started to back away slowly.

“I-I don’t know what or who you are… but I’m sorry for nearly running into you. I was just on my way for a nice little walk. I’m not here to bother you so I don’t think there is any need for trouble…” Buffy’s voice shook as she spoke. If she wasn’t so cold, she could maybe handle this a little better. She could barely move as each step sent a numb stab of pain up her legs.

The woman raised an eyebrow, an action that was almost hard to see due to the difference in their height. She looked more like a statue than a creature. She could have been carved out of marble—and maybe she was—with the way she handled herself, calmly, almost kingly. She set down the basket she had been carrying and extended a hand toward Buffy. Her fingers were so large, Buffy wondered if she could even manage wrap her own hand around a single one.

“I’ll just be on my way!” Buffy exclaimed. On my way to freeze to death, she thought bitterly.

Buffy turned away, forcing herself to take another step into the frozen, barren landscape. She left behind the ship and the bustling people. The harsh wind coming off the open water pushed her along, curling around her hair and stabbing at her skin. She was so cold, she could barely feel any difference. With her hands tucked under her armpits for warmth, she shuffled, her stiffening clothing hampering her stride.

Some texts talked about a frozen, seventh level of hell, and Buffy couldn’t help but wonder if she were in it. While saving the world and battling those that were widely considered evil, she never really thought she would end up in hell, not that she had much opinion on what was in the afterlife anyways. Had she not been doing things for the greater good? Buffy was always too focused on her fight for survival. But being here now, she was still burdened by the feelings and pain of her Earthly life in the way her teeth chattered and how her hands and feet were numb…

Why couldn’t I have simply died like I was supposed to? What is this purgatory? she thought.

“Dear, you are not going to make it far out there like that,” the large woman said behind her. Buffy, hunched over in the cold, whipped around, ready to snap with an attempt at being sarcastic, but she couldn’t muster the strength to do so.

“You will not make it another hour,” the woman said.

Buffy eyed the woman’s exposed skin. If that was the case, how was she not freezing in this wretched place?

“I would hate to leave you out here,” she continued. “We have plenty of room on our ship. I can take you anywhere you need to go.” A frown of concern darkened her features, drawing attention to her beautiful eyes as she looked down upon her with compassion. She did not have the eyes of a monster.

Buffy looked back over the landscape, weighing her options: Certain death or in with a ginormous stranger out to sea? If she went with her, she would have no idea what she was getting herself into, but in that kind of mystery, there was some hope. Otherwise, going out into the cold… her outcome would be chillingly certain.

Despite being unsure, she couldn’t convince herself that the woman was an instant danger to her either. She could possibly crush Buffy in her grasp, even though her inhuman slayer strength would protect her, but she didn’t think the woman would do such a thing.

A hint of dread dripped down Buffy’s throat. I died. I might not have my slayer powers anymore… A new slayer should have already been assigned in her place after she passed away, right?

She shivered. She couldn’t think about that right now and while she wished she had time to think through this conundrum, something about the woman patiently waiting for her answer, and giving her space to decide comforted her.

There was something about her… Buffy couldn’t put a finger on it, but something made her want to trust her.

“I… I-I would hate to stay out here…” Buffy conceded. “I guess I’ll cancel my s-ski trip.”

“I don’t think you will regret it,” she answered.

Buffy, unsure, walked over to her where she still squatted with her hand outstretched.

“Y-you aren’t going to lock me up and cook me later, are you?” Buffy asked. “You’re not a troll, right?”

The woman smiled. Buffy, while closer, still didn’t take her hand. Picking up her basket, the woman stood up, towering over eight-feet tall, dwarfing Buffy who only came up to her waist. Buffy’s mouth opened as she gaped upward at her. Her massive form cast a shadow over her and when she lifted her arm to gesture to the ship, her arm span secured the idea that Buffy truly could not survive a fight against someone so large.

“W-what are y-you?”

“Do you mean ‘who?’” She looked down on her kindly. “I am Rurumu, daughter of the Chief of the Imuchakk Tribe.”

Buffy, unable to complete a coherent thought, stumbled after her as she started to walk away, back down to the docks. That didn’t make any more sense… Buffy, unable to lift her feet high enough to trudge through the snow, hopped into the massive impressions of Rurumu’s footsteps. Clumsy, she hop-stumbled from footstep to footstep. Rurumu, looking back, smiled at her efforts.

“We have plenty of warm food and extra cots on the ship. We are here just for a trading stop and will be on our way back to my people. You are welcome to come and when we are back home, we can figure out exactly who you are and how you got all the way out here,” Rurumu explained. She stepped out onto the cleared dock. Buffy followed, slipping on the open ground and bumped into Rurumu’s leg.

The other giant people who had been carrying all the different goods did not falter in their work, but a number gaped or twisted around as they walked by to look at Buffy. To Buffy, it would be a little horrifying if they all were not so smiley or just openly surprised. No one was growling or showing off nasty, sharp teeth. There were no croaky voices whispering dark intentions.

Past the people carrying baskets and large boxes full of goods all on their own, the large boat floated beside the dock. The large ship, also gigantic to match the size of its crew, was a potential refuge of safety and warmth—she hoped. Buffy wanted to bolt over to the gangplank and run up if she wasn’t still on guard. Behind Rurumu, she made her way like a tiny pet beneath the large people. Peeking around shins and avoiding the big feet, she tried to calm her fraying nerves. This world, how she got here and not into some afterlife void was pushing her toward some turbulent edge. 

And now?

How was she in a land of giants?

…To be continued! This commission is still ongoing.