Chapter 4: A night of mushrooms, pixie wine and women.
The night air was turning cold and flying naked made it feel even colder. Kip held my left arm and Cal on my right as they carried me into the night. I tried pulling my legs against my chest to cut down on wind resistance.
"Quit wiggling," Kip said, "We don't want to drop you."
"Sorry," I replied, "I'm just cold, that's all."
"Don't worry mate," Cal said, "You'll warm up good, once we get there."
The two of them laughed.
In the dark, it was difficult to tell how high we flew. Judging from the tree trunks and branches that loomed as we flew past, we definitely weren't near the forest floor. Also, Kip and Cal's flying wasn't entirely synchronous as my arms were often pulled in slightly different directions only to be squished by overcompensation.
After about 20 minutes, we left the forest. The half-moon was just clearing a distant mountain and I could see a meadow below us.
The two pixies started descending. I saw a small pinpoint of light that got steadily bigger as we approached it. Eventually I could see it was a pixie-sized campfire.
Kip and Cal set me down on a dirt clearing a small distance outside the circle of "logs" around the campfire. In reality, the "logs" were twigs, but on my 3-inch scale, they looked as big as logs. Behind me the meadow vegetation loomed over my head. At pixie-height, even low meadow scrub would look like that.
The three of us walked towards the campfire. There were more pixies huddled together, sitting on twigs around the campfire.
"Look who we found!" Kip announced.
A small cheer went up as we stepped into the light.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I counted 8 pixies sitting around the campfire, huddled in groups of two and three. All but one of them were girls. They all had drinking bowls in their hands. The one boy was kissing the girl next to him. The couple looked up briefly to Kip's announcement before turning back to explore each other's mouth.
"Holy shit!" "What the fuck," "I want a piece of that" and other cat calls were heard from the two groups of three girl pixies huddled together when they saw the size of my manhood.
Kip and Cal laughed at their reaction.
"I thought you girls would be excited," Kip said, smiling.
"Three guesses where we found him," Cal called out, "And only the first one counts!"
"Sparkle's nest!" the girls all shouted, almost in unison.
They all broke out in laughter at that.
I headed towards the fire. I was freezing. My skin had goosebumps everywhere and my teeth were chattering.
"Oh look, he's cold," one of the girls said, getting up, "I'll warm him up. Aria, get him some wine."
The pixie who spoke had blonde pixie-cut hair and wings of alternating yellow and green radian stripes that emanated from the attachment to her back. She came over and put her arm around me and led me to an empty "log." We sat down together with her warm arm around my shoulder.
One of the other girls she had been sitting with stood up.
"Elfie don't tell me what to do. I want to keep him warm, too," said the raven-haired pixie.
The raven-haired pixie had green wings with four large dots of yellow and blue. She sat next to me on my unoccupied left side. She wrapped her warm arm around my waist.
"I'll do it," said the remaining pixie of that original trio. She got up and went to a wooden barrel located under a large toadstool. She dipped a flower bowl into the barrel and brought it over. Her ginger hair fell across her face as she bent down to hand me the bowl. Her yellow wings had four big green and blue dots.
"T-Thank you ... I-I don't know your n-name," I said through my chattering teeth.
"I'm Joy," she said smiling, "This will warm you up."
"T-Thank you, J-Joy," I said.
She went back to the log she had been sitting on and was quickly joined by Cal and Kip, who had gotten their own bowls of wine. The three of them huddled together near the fire.
"I'm Elfie," said the blonde pixie with the radian-striped wings as she rubbed my right leg and arm, "That's Aria."
She nodded to the raven-haired girl on my left.
Aria was rubbing my left leg, her hand coming ever closer to my enhanced cock. "You poor boy, you're so cold," she said, giving me a coquettish look.
"N-Nice to m-meet you," I shuddered.
Aria grabbed my enhanced cock. "You're cold here, too!" Aria noted.
I had just brought the bowl of wine up to my lips and was about to take a sip when she did that. This caused me to swallow a large gulp, and most of it went down the wrong pipe. That started a coughing fit.
"Careful!" Elfie said, lowering her arm to my mid-back, "That's strong stuff."
It took me several minutes to recover, with Elfie and Aria rubbing my back and legs throughout. Once I stopped coughing, I tried the wine again and found it to have enough bite to warm my insides. It tasted like a cross between a strong wine and a fruity brandy. I liked the taste and the way it warmed me up and sipped it quickly.
Between the fire, the wine, and the girls rubbing my skin, I was warming up quickly. I looked for Fern but when I didn't see her, I turned to Elfie. "Where's Fern?" I asked.
"She's not here," Elfie answered.
"Is she on her way?" I asked, "I mean, shouldn't somebody let her know I'm here?"
"We've got to take care of you first," Elfie said, with an impish smile.
She and Aria both reached for my cock and stroked me, their wings fluttering slowly. I took a few more sips of wine.
On the other side of the fire, the couple making out now had their clothes off. He was caressing her breasts while she was stroking his cock. Both of their wings were fluttering rapidly.
"That's Fin and Pippie," Elfie said, following my gaze, "They've always had a thing for each other."
"Aren't they brother and sister?" I asked.
"Of course," Aria replied, as she squeezed my cock a little tighter.
"Aria, I think he's worried about incest," Elfie said, looking across me at Aria. She gave my cock a squeeze.
"We pixies don't have the same taboos as you humans," Elfie explained, "For one, there are so few of us that we only have each other for companionship or to meet our sexual needs."
My cock stiffened as she said that. Both Aria and Elfie tightened their grip and increased their rhythm.
"Then there's the difference in our reproductive cycle," she said, "We only ovulate when we're in heat."
"And only the pixie king can make reproductive sperm," Aria added.
