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  A RASPBERRY IN THE DARK

  Pixie Chix - Tales of a Lesbian Vampire

  Episode Three

  by

  ZEPHYR INDIGO

  Warning: this story contains explicit descriptions of lesbian sex and more than its fair share of naughty language.

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  Table of Contents

  Sunset

  Resistance

  Glimpse

  Turret

  Winter

  Discontinuity

  Dark

  Five

  Sunset

  WAIT HERE,” Mint said.

  Felicia stopped. “We’ve arrived, then?”

  Mint nodded, then pulled her wings closer to her body and took a few tentative steps forward. She held one hand up behind her. “Wait here,” she repeated.

  Felicia complied but peered ahead, trying to determine where the Pixie was going. They were now very near the eastern edge of the forest, and before them the sky was darkening with the approach of night. About twenty feet ahead the trees ended abruptly, but Felicia couldn’t tell what lay beyond.

  She looked back, but could only see more trees, their silhouettes dark against the hazy orange glow of the sun. Felicia squinted, trying to see the Pixie that she knew to be there.

  “Why did you stop?” Tulip said, sounding quite close. Then one of the shadows shifted and resolved itself into the shape of another petite Pixie, the sunlight making her wings sparkle with gold and blue.

  “Mint told me to.”

  Tulip exhaled softly. “What does she think we’re hiding from?” She pushed past Felicia. “Come on.”

  They walked forward and soon emerged from the forest, revealing before them a vast grassland, deep green in the evening shadows.

  The Vale of the Pixies.

  It was an enormous valley, covered from edge to distant edge with rolling hills of grass. To Felicia’s right, far to the south, was an enormous, ragged mountain range, its tallest peaks disappearing into the clouds. To her left, perhaps a day’s walk away, was a large expanse of glittering water, possibly the ocean, or maybe an inland sea. And straight ahead, maybe a mile away—

  At first Felicia thought it was just a huge, strangely shaped tree, alone and majestic, rising at least two hundred feet into the air.

  Then she realized that it was more than a tree. Rising beside it was a structure of some sort, a cylindrical stone outcropping that almost looked like a tower—except even from this distance there was something bizarre and abstract about it.

  Perhaps because I can only see the bottom fifty feet or so; above that the tree seems to bend over and swallow it up.

  Or is it the tower that’s curving over to hide in the tree?

  “That’s… ?” Felicia began, not quite sure how to phrase her what she wanted to ask.

  “Yes,” Tulip said. She had stopped to look at the tree as well. “Home.” Then she continued forward to where Mint was huddled behind a cluster of bushes. “What are you doing?” she asked, not trying to hide her irritation.

  Mint continued to scan the valley. “I just want to make sure there’s no one around to see us coming.”

  “Why? We can’t hope to keep Felicia secret.”

  Mint turned to look at Tulip. “I know. I just figure it’s easier to get her in tonight, no questions asked. Tomorrow, once she’s settled…” she trailed off.

  Felicia approached the two Pixies. “What’s wrong?”

  Tulip gave Mint a frown then looked at Felicia. “Nothing.”

  “You’re going to sneak me in?” Felicia guessed.

  Tulip, still with a hint of a frown, shook her head. “No, we are not.”

  Felicia stared at Tulip. I’ve never found a frown sexy before, but somehow on a Pixie, the mix of cute and serious puts interesting thoughts into my head.

  Mint stepped forward. “Well, maybe some sneaking. Just a little.”

  “Why?” Felicia asked. “Because I’m not a Pixie?”

  “No,” Tulip said, “that doesn’t matter. We’re allowed to bring anyone we want.”

  “Well, yes, we’re allowed…” Mint said, “but we never do.”

  Tulip eyed the other Pixie suspiciously. “Winter has guests all the time. She had that Witch just last month, and that really loud elf before that.”

  “Yes,” Mint agreed reluctantly, “but I never have guests, and neither do you.”

  “So?”

  “I just thought… it would be better to avoid…”

  Tulip was now staring at Mint intently.

  “What?” Mint said, not able to meet Tulip’s gaze. Her wings flapped nervously.

  “You were going to sneak her to your room,” Tulip said with a tone of quiet accusation.

  “Well… where else would she stay tonight?”

  “We set aside a room for her in the Turret. We did that weeks ago.”

  “I know, but obviously she can’t sleep there tonight.”

  “And why not?”

  Mint started to say something, then paused, as if realizing that her reason really didn’t make sense. Then she plunged forward. “It’ll be night by the time we get there. No sense in climbing all the way up in the dark.”

  “Felicia can see just as well as we can,” Tulip pointed out.

  “And… I thought it might be better to avoid… certain Pixies.”

  “Ah,” Tulip said with sudden understanding.

  The Pixies turned to look at Felicia, both with thoughtful expressions full of mischief.

  “So,” Tulip said, “we should keep her in your room, just to be safe?”

  “Yes!” Mint sounded both relieved and excited.

  “And I suppose we should lock the door?” There was no question which side of the door Tulip wanted to be on.

  “We probably should,” Mint agreed. “Just to keep her safe.”

  To her great surprise, Felicia felt a shiver run up her own spine. Have I gone completely mad? I’ve already had the most intense… Pixie sex… of my life today, and now I’m tempted to spend the night locked in Mint’s room with the two of them?

  A second shiver, more of a tingle, echoed through her body, this one centred between her legs.

  Okay, I’m much more than just tempted.

  But Tulip was shaking her head. “Have you forgotten?” she asked Mint.

  “What?” The Pixie looked confused, then realization hit. “Oh.”

  “What is it?” Felicia asked. “Forgotten what?”

  “You need to sleep in your own room,” Tulip said.

  “What?”

  “It’s for your own protection,” Mint explained, and Tulip winced slightly.

  As if they weren’t supposed to tell me that.

  “Protection from what?” Felicia said.

  Tulip gave Mint a significant look then faced Felicia. “Ariel told us to give you a room and that you were to sleep in it by yourself.”

  “Ariel told you that? Ariel, the Goddess of Pixies?”

  Both Pixies nodded.

  “And this room is supposed to protect me from…?”

  The Pixies looked uncomfortably at each other, but didn’t say anything.

  Felicia felt anger growing within her. “Well?”

  They
looked back at her. “Us,” Tulip said quietly.

  “What?”

  “You need to be protected from us,” Tulip explained. “Ariel said that if you were to live among us, you would need a place of your own, completely separate.”

  Felicia gave them her most perplexed expression while images flashed through her mind: Pixies at night, transforming into evil beasts. Beware the Werepixies!

  Tulip continued. “Ariel says that funny things happen to people when they spend too much time near Pixies.”

  “Yes,” Mint said, “and you’re going to be around a lot of us.”

  Felicia felt her anger subside. It did make a certain amount of sense. According to fable and gossip, nothing good ever came of a Pixie staying with regular folk for too long. Thus the opposite, one person among many Pixies, could potentially be much worse.

  Although it really is hard to imagine anything evil coming from these creatures. “So, if I spend nights in my room, alone, away from any of you, I should be okay?”

  Tulip nodded her head. “Ariel thinks so.”

  But Mint still looked uneasy. “You don’t agree?” Felicia asked her.

  Mint’s eyes darted to Tulip, then back to Felicia. When she spoke the words came out slowly and carefully. “I agree that you should stay in your room at night.”

  “Alone,” Tulip added.

  “Alone,” Mint agreed sadly.

  “In the morning, however…” Tulip began.

  Mint immediately brightened. “Yes?”

  “I imagine she’ll be feeling quite lonely.”

  “She will! And neglected as well!”

  Abruptly both Pixies began walking again, at a much quicker pace than before. Mint in particular was practically skipping her way down the hill, all of her concerns for secrecy forgotten.

  As if hurrying would bring morning that much sooner.

  Resistance

  THEY APPROACHED the Pixie’s home, the strangely entwined tree and Turret.

  At least, I hope when Tulip said my room was in the Turret, that she meant the stone structure. I really can’t imagine spending my nights in a tree.

  Then again, looking at the strangeness of the Turret, it didn’t exactly look like a place Felicia would sleep either. It’s as if sometime long ago there was a tree beside a rock, and something grabbed them both and stretched them up into the sky, spinning them together like pieces of taffy.

  “We think that it was once a Mage’s Tower,” Tulip said, noting Felicia’s bemusement.

  “A Mage’s Tower? You mean it was built to look like that on purpose?”

  Both Pixies laughed. “Only if the builders were insane,” Mint said.

  “You’ll see,” Tulip assured her. “Inside it looks like it was once a normal tower, but then something went wrong. It was like this when we found it, twisted and abandoned.”

  “And you think it belonged to a Mage?”

  Tulip shrugged. “Who else could mess up something this badly?”

  They continued to approach the tree. It was quickly getting dark, but the air remained pleasant, and the short grass beneath Felicia’s feet still felt warm from the day of sunshine. She was barefoot, having left her winter shoes and most of her clothing back where she had first crossed the curtain.

  The Pixies, of course, had tried to convince her to leave all of her clothing behind. “A fresh start,” Mint had said.

  But Felicia wasn’t quite ready to walk about naked just yet.

  The scary thing is that I considered it. I actually considered walking around without a speck of clothing.

  Even so, she was still about as close to naked as she could be and still be wearing clothes, just her white linen undergarments, things that weren’t really meant to be seen by anyone. They loosely covered her torso, but not much else.

  Felicia looked down at herself. Even in the lessening light, the outline of her nipples was still visible under the fabric.

  They’ve been erect since I arrived here. It’s like my body wants everyone to know that I’m ready… to be touched… and licked… again.

  Tulip’s wing brushed gently against her arm, and Felicia looked down at the Pixie walking beside her. I could ask her to play with my nipples. She and Mint would have me on the ground and coming in seconds. I could just lie back in the grass and stare at the sky and let them pleasure me all night, maybe forever.

  It excited her terribly, the thought of completely giving her body to the Pixies, but she couldn’t let herself ask.

  Fuck. I really need to think about something else! So with a final lingering thought of Pixie tongues slowly sliding over and into her, she cleared her throat.

  “Hmm?” Mint said.

  “How many Pixies live here?” Felicia said, indicating the tree and hoping her voice didn’t give away where her thoughts had been. Of course, Pixie thoughts are always there anyway, so why am I worried?

  Well, none or lots, it depends,” Mint answered. “There are probably about twenty of us here right now.”

  “Pixies are a wandering bunch,” Tulip explained, “We call this Home, but very few of us stay here more than a few weeks a year.”

  “Tulip is always almost here,” Mint said, “and a few others. I suppose I’ve been here a lot lately too, preparing for you.”

  “For me?”

  Mint looked at her. “Not you specifically, not exactly; I’ve been helping Ariel with her big plan for a couple years, but I didn’t know about you until that first night Ariel sent me to meet you.”

  “Is Ariel here?” Felicia asked.

  “No,” Tulip said.

  “TULIP!” Mint exclaimed.

  Tulip laughed. “Yes, Ariel says that she’s always here, invisibly watching over us.”

  “She is here,” Mint affirmed. “Always.”

  “Maybe, but I wouldn’t expect to actually see her.”

  Mint scowled at the other Pixie, but then turned her gaze back forward. “She is here,” she said again, quietly. “Always.”

  Tulip gave Felicia a maybe-but-I-doubt-it look. “Anyway, when I left here this morning, there were about a dozen other Pixies. I imagine that you’ll be meeting them all tomorrow.”

  “Meeting?” There was something about the way she said that word.

  Mint giggled, her pique evaporating.

  “No,” Tulip said, “I don’t mean that there’s going to be a giant orgy of any sort. I expect most of them will be like I was, curious, but scared to get close to you.”

  “Okay,” Felicia said, feeling relieved. She wasn’t sure if she could handle a group of Pixies. Two at a time had worked well, but more than that was more than her imagination could handle.

  For now, at least.

  “Winter on the other hand…” Tulip said with mock innocence.

  “Winter’s here?” Mint said, her pique instantly returning.

  “She arrived a few days ago.”

  Mint didn’t say anything, but her footsteps got louder, as if she were stomping the grass beneath her feet.

  “Who’s Winter?” Felicia asked.

  “Just another Pixie,” Tulip said.

  “A Bitchie, more like it,” Mint muttered, just loud enough to hear.

  Tulip sighed and didn’t say anything.

  They walked in near silence for a few minutes until Felicia couldn’t stand the tension any more. “So, I should avoid Winter then?”

  Mint snorted. “Good luck with that.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “Your face will be between her legs before noon tomorrow,” Mint said. “Maybe even before we finish breakfast. She might even be your breakfast.”

  “You’re exaggerating,” Tulip said.

  “Am I?” Mint replied archly. “You really think Felicia can resist?”

  “No, not in the slightest, but we’re going to be quite busy tomorrow. I doubt Winter will be able to pull Felicia away from us that easily.”

  Mint shook her head. “Noon, tomorrow, at the latest. Our Va
mpire friend will have Winter’s legs wrapped her head.”

  “Wait!” Felicia interjected. “Don’t I have any say in this? I may be addicted to Pixies, but I’m sure I could resist the advances of one Pixie.”

  “Could you?” Mint asked. “If I told you how wet my pussy is right now, could you resist?”

  “Yes, if I had to, for a while.”

  “How long? How many seconds?”

  “No, I’m sure I could last longer than that.”

  “Really? Even if you knew I was lying in the next room, legs spread, pussy warm and wet and waiting for your tongue to slip inside me?”

  “Yes,” Felicia said, but her voice wavered.

  “And what if I were another Pixie, one that you hadn’t tasted yet? What if I was the most beautiful creature you had ever seen, and I was begging you to make me come, just once.”

  “Yes!” Felicia repeated, louder than she intended. She knew no one believed her.

  “And I’ll tell you a secret. Even though I don’t particularly like Winter, she is by far the most beautiful woman that I have ever met.”

  At least here Felicia felt of firmer ground. “I’ve met beautiful women before. I can resist them.”

  “I’m sure you can, but can I ask you a question?”

  “Sure.”

  “Because when you see Winter, she will make sure this question lingers in your head…” Mint trailed off.

  “Fine,” Felicia said, mentally bracing herself. “Ask.”

  “The most beautiful Pixie in the world… what does her pussy look like? And better, what does she taste like?”

  Felicia didn’t say anything; those were exactly the sort of questions that would torment her.

  “And the best question is…” Mint continued, “how long can you resist finding out?”

  Glimpse

  THEY REACHED the tree without further discussion. The sun was now fully set, and the moon had yet to rise, leaving a cloudless sky full of stars. Even so, there was more than enough light for Felicia to see, even here in the shadow of the tree.

  The tree…

  From a distance she had seen that it was huge, but now, up close, it was overwhelming. The trunk itself was massive and easily twenty feet across, while the lower boughs, which were far above Felicia’s reach, extended out in ever direction for at least a hundred feet more. However, there was more to the tree than just what could be seen: Felicia could feel the tree, feel its age, feel the weight of thousands of branches and uncountable leaves.