Pixie Magic Chapter 13 1/2
Part 4: The Buck stops here.
Early Sunday Morning, shortly after midnight.
Bambi and I were in a deep embrace, our tongues dancing inside each other's mouths after being apart for over a year. Despite having just cum, my cock was still hard, but Bambi always had that effect on me. My erection was sandwiched between us, and I was sure Bambi noticed the frequent twitching during our kiss.
She smiled and broke the kiss, reaching down for my cock. "I see you got a package upgrade along with your new body," she commented.
Before I could respond, Papa's voice rang out.
"Wren tells me that Bambi has joined us. . . Oh, now I see her! . . . It's time to dance again now that we have the whole family together!" He announced.
We broke into pairs for the couples' circle dance. I held Bambi's hands as I gazed into her eyes.
"Isn't that your wife over there?" Bambi asked, nodding to an area over my right shoulder.
I turned to look. There was Fern by herself, looking pathetic.
"Just ignore her. The man she married is gone. From now on, it's just you and me," I replied.
"Buck, you just can't abandon her! She looks so sad. You must still have
some
feelings for her," Bambi said.
"N-Not at all. I only have feeling for you," I responded. I felt a small pang in my chest when I said that.
"Let's ask her to join us. It looks like she doesn't have a partner," Bambi suggested and began walking in Fern's direction, pulling me behind her.
Now with Bambi had joining the festival, there were 19 of us, meaning that somewhere there would have to be a group of three.
Doing the circle dance with Bambi
and
Fern was the last thing I wanted, but Bambi seemed determined. Fortunately, as we got closer, Wren and Chip approached Fern and asked her to join them.
"It looks like she already found someone," I said as I pulled Bambi away from Fern and towards me.
With that final group of three, the couples' circle dance started. Being with Bambi felt like old times as we circled clockwise, then counterclockwise and then clockwise again. I was getting turned on even during the pirouettes.
The ring dance followed, and I couldn't wait for it to end so I could make good on my promise to get Bambi pregnant. Not even Papa could stop me from starting a family with Bambi this time!
Once the ring dance was over, and we backflipped and floated to the ground, I grabbed Bambi's hand. "Now I can get you pregnant and we can start a family like we've always wanted," I said, pulling her away from the rest of the group.
"Buck, what happened to your wings?" Bambi asked.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You're no longer a monarch. Take a look," she said, looking over my shoulder.
I turned my head to look, but I didn't see them at first. Then I fanned them out and in saw my old blue and green wings in place of the monarch wings.
"What just happened?" I wondered.
"Do you think Papa had something to do with it?" Bambi asked.
"He might have. I'm going to ask him," I replied tersely. The more I thought about it, the more I thought Bambi was right about Papa. I was getting angry just thinking about it.
"I'll come with you," Bambi said as she followed me towards the refreshment barrels where most of the family had gathered after the ring dance. Papa was there joking with Mama while the twins, Chip, Pi, Wren, and Dustie stood nearby. They were all enjoying the mushrooms and wine.
As I approached, Mama looked surprise.
"What happened to your wings, Buck?" she asked.
"Ask him," I said, looking at Papa, "what did you do?"
"What do you mean? He asked, "I didn't do anything."
"Yes, you did. You took away my monarch wings! Don't deny it." I said angrily.
"You're mistaken, son. I couldn't take away your wings even if I wanted to. Once you're a monarch, you're a monarch for life," he said.
I was confused. "Well. . . what's going on?" I wondered aloud.
"I think I know," Wren said smiling.
"You do? Then tell me what happened, little miss know-it-all," I said, impatiently.
"You decided to stay here and marry Bambi, didn't you?" Wren asked.
"Yeah, so?" I asked.
"Papa gave you those monarch wings so you could mate with the Queen of the Green Mountain Pixies. But that can only happen if there was a magical agreement between the two pixie tribes," Wren explained.
"I don't understand," I said.
"If you had spent more time studying the pixie archives instead of playing pranks or screwing Bambi, you'd know what I was talking about," Wren said.
"You little twerp! I'm going to fix you," I said, making a fist to throw dust at her.
"No, you won't," Papa said, holding my wrist. "Drop that dust and listen to what she has to say."
I opened my hand and the multicolored sparkles fell harmlessly to the ground.
"When you decided to give up your marriage to Fern and stay here, you broke an agreement. You
were
the King of the Green Mountain Pixies, but when you turned your back on Fern and the rest of the pixies in Vermont, you gave up your right to be King," Wren said.
"That agreement was witnessed and sealed by the moon," Papa explained, "If you recall, you received those monarch wings during the Festival of the New Moon last year in May. Royal birthrights can only be attained two ways. The most common way is through direct inheritance once a king or queen dies. But yours came by way of a four-party agreement between the two royals of different tribes, you the designated recipient, and the moon itself during a Festival of the Full Moon."
"No pixie can take away a monarch's wings, not even a queen or king themselves, only the moon can," Papa added.
"It looks like the moon took back those wings," Wren said, smiling.
"I'm going to wipe that smile off your face, you little twerp," I said angrily.
"Don't blame your sister, Buck. You brought this upon yourself," Mama said, gently.