by Cath, Bard





The characters of Xena and Gabrielle and others belong in their entirety to Universal/MCA, Renaissance Pictures, and all the other powers that be.  No copyright infringement is intended.  I wrote this story at the urging of my muse; it should never be used for profit.  Please do not copy or cite elsewhere without express permission of the author.



None in this tale, exactly.



This story depicts a loving friendship between two consenting adult women. If you are under 18 years of age or if this type of story is illegal in the state or country in which you live, please do not read it. If depictions of this nature disturb you, you may wish to read something other than this story.   “Possessed” is part of a relationship trilogy that includes “Prunin’” and “Control.”


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“So, Xena, which one of my possessions impressed you the most?”


Nibble.  Flick.  Whimper.


“Hmmm… lemme think on that one.    Maybe your cute, firm butt….or that nose… the one that crinkles just so sweetly when you smile.   No.  Wait.  It’s the breasts.  Yes.  Nice, firm, round peaks…On second thought… maybe….right…down…here…”


Lick. Suckle. Gasp. Swat.


“No, Xena.  I meant when those spirits took over my body.  You know… like the Bacchae possession?”


“Nails too long.  Ouch!  But I did like the bite….”


“How about Tataka?”


“Gabrielle, she wore too much makeup, and those pearls….a bit excessive don’t you think?”


“What about when I became a baby demon in hell?”


“Too butch.”


“Or in Cyrene’s tavern? When Mephistopheles took over?”


“Now that’s what I call a possession.  You were, ummm, well,….er…umm…”


“Pretty scary, huh?”


“Oh, yeah.”


Stroke.  Squeeze.  Moan.


“Hey, sometimes I fantasize what would happen if you released that dark, Amazon Bard lurking under the sweetness…I might have to subdue you.  Maybe ropes, just for fun of course.  But Mephistopheles was way more than I needed…the yellow eyes, and that hair…”


Ruffle.  Fluff.  Smirk.


“You were scared, Xena.  Admit it.”


“I didn’t say I was scared.”


“I was.”


Embrace.  Kiss. Sigh.






“Don’t you go changing.  I like you just the way you are.”


“Really, Xena?”


“Yep.  Every single one of you.”




“You asked for it, Warrior!”


Poke.  Leap.  Roll.   Pin.


“How’s that for possession, Xena?”

“You can stay there forever if you like…”


“I like.”





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