Pixie Magic Chapter 13 1/2
Part 3: Bambi joins the Festival of the Full Moon.
Saturday evening.
Sunset was approaching and everyone was preparing for the Festival of the Full Moon. Everyone except me, of course, since the festival was in my honor, I felt that I should be exempt from those menial activities.
Fern suggested I help out anyway, but after being away for more than a year, I wanted to spend the afternoon visiting some of my favorite hangouts in the forest and hills of the Berkshire Mountains. That's when Fern excused herself and went with Wren to find something for Ben and Janet to wear.
Fern eventually caught up with me and asked to see our pixie warren. So, I took her on a tour of our pixie home situated under a small hill near the waterfall.
The old place looked pretty much the same as I remembered it. The biggest change was that Wolf had taken over my old room. That opened up an extra room, giving the twins, Nyx and Dawn, each their own space. I started to think about what would happen when I move back in and the possibility of getting my old room back, but that's something I'd wait to deal with after the festival.
The only other notable change was Chip's room. It was decorated in pink pastels with white lacey frills and trim.
"I like how Chippie decorated it!" Fern said, standing in the hallway looking in. It was one of the few times I saw her smile the entire afternoon.
"His name isn't 'Chippie,' it's 'Chip,' and he's a fag!" I said.
"Why are you being so hard on him? Has he done something to you?" Fern asked.
"No, but it's not natural. He gives me the creeps," I replied.
"There's nothing creepy about it. I think Chippie is very sweet," Fern answered back. "Besides, how can you be so judgmental after all the things we all do during the Festival of the Full Moon?" Fern asked.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"You know what I'm talking about," Fern replied, "We all go sex crazy during the full moon, and no one cares who's licking, kissing, sucking, or fucking who. So why should you treat Chippie any differently?"
"It's not the same," I answered, "We act that way only at the Festival of the Full Moon. We don't try to make out with each other or change our gender or do any of that other stuff at other times."
"That's not true, and you know it. Pippie and Fin (Fern's sister and brother) make out with each other all the time. And I keep hearing rumors about Bambi and Buck behaving the same way. Besides, if pixie gender doesn't matter during the Festival of the Full Moon, then why should we care if a pixie identifies with a different gender at other times as well?" Fern asked.
"I don't like it. The next thing you know, he'll want us to use the pronouns 'them' or 'they'," I said.
"No, the pronouns 'she' or 'her' works fine for me," Chip said emerging from around the corner of his room. He looked like he had been crying recently.
"Where did you come from? Were you listening in on our conversation?" I asked.
"I couldn't help overhearing you two talking since I was standing here on the other side of the wall. I am allowed to be in my own room, you know," he said.
"I thought you were supposed to be out with the others setting up for tonight?" I asked.
"I came in to get something from my room," he replied, then turned to Fern. "I overheard what you said about me. Thank you for that Fern, I think you're sweet too. I can't imagine what you must be going through, hearing my brother's bigotry coming out of your husband's mouth.
"Thank you, Chippie," Fern said with moist eyes, "I keep holding out hope that Skyler is still in there somewhere."
"So sorry to disappoint you, Fern. Maybe you'd rather have this weirdo show you around," I said sarcastically as I walked away.
I expected Fern to follow me, but she didn't.
"Fuck her, if that's the way she's going to be, who needs her?" I said under my breath.
I spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out at some of my old hideaways: rock crevices and marsh plants near some of the more popular hiking trails nearby. From there, I could prank hikers by untying their hiking boots, placing unavoidable mud puddles in the middle of the trails, hiding the trail markers, or my favorite prank of herding mosquitos to attack hikers who stop to rest or enjoy a view.
It was almost sunset by the time I got back to the family meeting area near the waterfall. Everyone was there except Chip, Wren, and Fern.
"Where are Chip and Wren?" Papa asked, looking around, "They're going to miss the unfrocking."
Unfrocking was a family tradition from before Papa was born. We had no idea when it actually started or who started it, but we would gather together near the pool at the bottom of the waterfall and remove our frocks all at the same time. We would then dive in the pool before heading to the bonfire clearing to start the Festival of the Full Moon.
"Buck, where's Fern? I thought she was with you," Mama asked.
"I have no idea. The last I saw her, she was with Chip," I replied sourly.
"We can't wait for them, it's almost sunset and time for the unfrocking," Papa announced. "Ready? Three, two, one. . . unfrock!"
We all magically removed our green frocks at the same time.
"Oh my!", "Holy shit!", "Gee-sus!", "Oh my god!", "Whoa, Buck!" My sisters were all talking at once.
They were all staring at me, or rather, they were staring down at my cock.
"What are you all looking ahβwhat the fuck?" I said as I followed their gaze. I couldn't believe my eyes. That thing must have been about 10 pixie inches long and nearly as fat as my wrist.
"Look at the size of this package!" I exclaimed, holding up my cock, "It's the biggest one I've ever seen!"
"It's bigger than Papa's!" Violet exclaimed.
We all turned to look at Papa's package, but he muttered to himself and quickly dove into the pool.
"This is going to be the best night ever!" I said to myself as I dove into the pool.
Depending upon the time of year, the Festival of the Full Moon usually begins when the top edge of the moon starts to clear the horizon. But during the mid-summer months of June and July, the sun is still setting when the moon becomes visible, and we need to wait until the sun is completely below the horizon before the festival can begin. That's out of respect for the moon and to prevent any confusion or misunderstanding about which celestial orb rules the festival.
The sun was just starting to dip behind the western hills when we reached the bonfire site. Over in the eastern sky, the moon was just clearing the eastern mountain. I watched impatiently as the sun sank lower and lower in the western sky until only a narrow sliver remained. My cock was already half-erect in anticipation of a fun night ahead and I hadn't yet eaten a mushroom.
Fern, Chip, and Wren arrived just as the last ray of sun disappeared below the horizon.