The First Taste is Free - Tales of a Lesbian Vampire (Episode 1 of the Pixie Chix)
the looks grew longer and the fear was gradually replaced by a mix of courage and naughtiness. At first Felicia ignored the glances, as looking at the Pixie could only lead to thinking about doing fun and exciting things to her.
    Keep my attention on the forest. Ignore her breasts. I’m sure they’re very pert and bouncy and would feel very nice in my hands…
    Stop that! Focus on the forest. Focus on the forest.
    However, after a while the Pixie became impossible to ignore: her looks were becoming longer and much too frequent, and with the last look, Felicia was positive that the Pixie had slowly licked her lips.
    I need to put a stop to this. At least until we meet Ariel.
    The next time Mint started to turn her head, Felicia made certain that she was staring at the Pixie, intent and unblinking. When Mint looked at her and realized that Felicia was already looking back at her she instantly blushed and turned away. Felicia returned her attention to scanning the forest. A minute later, when the Pixie started to turn her head again, Felicia resumed her stare. This time she allowed one eyebrow to raise slightly, as if saying I’m ready anytime you are. Mint again turned away.
    A few minutes later the Pixie stopped. “We’re here,” she said and gave a quick look back. Felicia continued her pretence of staring, and the Pixie averted her eyes. But a moment later she looked back again and stared right at Felicia, matching the vampire’s intense stare with an impish Pixie smile. “We’re here,” she repeated.
    Realizing that it was a battle she couldn’t win right now, Felicia pulled her eyes away from Mint and looked around. There was nothing here, only untouched snow and trees, just like everywhere else in the forest.
    Then there was a ripple in the air in front of them. It wobbled on the edge of perception for a moment then exploded outward, an expanding sphere that instantly encompassed both Felicia and the Pixie.
    Inside the sphere the air was warm and humid. It was still night, but here the moon was overhead, brightening things considerably even with the leaf-filled trees partially blocking the sky. There was no snow on the ground, just dirt, grass and scruffy-looking flowers.
    Then the sphere contracted, again leaving Felicia standing in the snow, but it didn’t completely implode. Instead it shrunk to about fifteen feet across and stabilized, still glowing with moonlight, leaving a clearly demarcated ring on the ground with grass on the inside and snow on the outside.
    A woman was standing in the middle of the sphere, leaning against a tree, her light rainbow-hued wings gently fluttering. Felicia was sure that she hadn’t been there a moment ago when the sphere first expanded, but she was there now. She was a Pixie, that much was certain, even though she looked older and wiser than any Pixie Felicia could have imagined. It wasn’t that her face looked old, as her skin was perfectly smooth, but she had the same uncanny expression that Felicia had only seen in the eldest of vampires.
    She was still supremely cute, however, a feat which no vampire could ever duplicate.
    Wait…
    Wings. They seemed like such a natural part of the woman that Felicia hadn’t even really noticed their existence.
    Of course, Pixies have wings! She looked at Mint, trying to see if the Pixie’s coat could be concealing a pair of wings.
    Mint seemed to understand why Felicia was looking at her. She made an exaggerated shrugging motion with her shoulders that caused the back of her coat to expand. She didn’t actually show her wings, but something was definitely there.
    Felicia turned back to the new Pixie, who gave her a slight bow. Her eyes sparkled like the snow, reflecting the moon and stars with a mix of serenity and suppressed mirth.
    “Ariel?” Felicia asked, making a small bow herself.
    “ Goddess Ariel,” Mint quickly corrected.
    The new Pixie held up one hand. “Just Ariel.”
    “You’re not a Goddess then?” Felicia

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