Stormy and Wigiz- Drinks

Well, they lost...again.

Stormy was caught in an argument with her sisters after they had been tricked by Valtor and lost to those stupid Winx girls...again. She had enough of the fighting, enough of the losing, and enough of her sisters. Stormy just needed a fucking break and a drink.

Grabbing her bag, she stormed out of the small, dark hideout that she and her sisters were staying in and walked down the street to a small local bar. Stormy stopped and looked at her reflection in the dark tinted mirrors and knew that she couldn't walk in there looking like herself. She was wanted all across the magical dimension and she just really wanted to enjoy a night out without finding herself engaged in a fight with the authorities.

With a flick of her wrist, Stormy's burgundy outfit turned into a skin tight black dress, her hair straightened into a sleek bob, and her makeup became more natural and understated. She looked different but she still felt like her witchy self.

Walking into the bar, Stormy looked around and saw that the bar was fairly crowded for a Thursday night. Granted, half the classes at Alfea, Red Fountain, and Cloud Tower did not meet on Fridays so Stormy couldn't say that she was surprised when she saw nearly every seat in the bar taken. There was one seat at the bar, between a woman with blonde hair and a purple dress and next to a small man whose legs dangled with excitement. Groaning, Stormy made her way over to the seat, reminding herself that she was only there for the drinks and then she could get the hell out.

Stormy perched herself up onto the velvet seated barstool and adjusted her short dress underneath her. She leaned forward and held out her hand to get the bartender's attention.

"What can I get for you?" the tall man with dark hair and bright green eyes asked.

"A vodka soda," Stormy sighed, "and a tequila shot while you're at it."

"Make it two tequila shots." the small man who Stormy recognized as Professor Wizgiz from Alfea piped up.

The bartender smiled before turning around to get started on their drinks.

"What was that?" Stormy asked the professor, her eyes narrowing as she glared at him.

"Tequila shots are no fun alone, my wee girl."

Stormy scoffed at the small leprechaun calling her 'wee' when he barely came up to her shoulder when he sat and his legs didn't hit the floor.

"And what made you think that I wanted you to join me?" Stormy rolled her eyes.

"I didn't," Wizgiz leaned over, "but it does not hurt to be nice."

Stormy stiffened and looked Wizgiz up and down. Did he know who she was? There was no way.

The bartender came over and set down Stormy's vodka soda and then the small shots of tequila and lime wedges in front of Wizgiz and Stormy. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small dark blue credit card. Stormy froze when she felt a small hand on hers.

"I got it." Wizgiz smiled at the tall and slender witch.

"Do you feel sorry for me or something?" Stormy accused as she yanked her hand out from Wizgiz.

"Not at all." Wizgiz smiles, "It's just not everyday a woman as beautiful as you appears next to me."

Stormy rolls her eyes as she takes a sip of her vodka soda. Is this little leprechaun trying to flirt with her? If so, he was definitely not her type. Not because he was a leprechaun but because he was so...happy.

"I am sorry if I have made you uncomfortable, my dear." Wizgiz's bright smile dims to a softer and more sympathetic smile.

"You haven't," Stormy sighs as she sets down her drinks, "I have just had a rough...oh...two to three years."

"Why is that?" WIzgiz asked.

"If I told you," Stormy turns her head to look down at the small leprechaun, "you probably wouldn't want to sit next to me anymore."

"I never wanted to sit next to you," Wizgiz chuckles, "you sat next to me. I was here first."

"There weren't many other places to choose from."

"Still, you sat next to me."

"I sat next to her too." Stormy pointed back with her thumb to the young woman sitting on her right side.

"Yet here you are talking to me."

"You talked to me first." Stormy laughed.

"You didn't have to respond." Wizgiz shrugged.

"I suppose not." Stormy reached over across the bar, "But when you buy a girl tequila without her asking to, I want to know why."

"Like I said," Wizgiz grabs his small shot glass of tequila, "tequila shots are no fun alone."

Wizgiz threw back the tequila and reached for the lime. He shuddered and exhaled, feeling the tequila run down his throat. Stormy laughed as she watched the small man struggle with the burning alcohol that made its way through his small body.

Stormy gave Wizgiz a small smile before she threw back her own shot of tequila, barely a reaction appearing on her face.

"You sure must have been a partier when you were in school." Wizgiz remarks with a laugh.

Stormy sets the shot glass back on the bar before she takes another sip of her drink.

"More or less." Stormy shrugged.

"I heard a rumor that the students at Cloud Tower know how to party." Wizgiz laughs as he holds up his hand to get the bartender's attention.

"How did you-"

Stormy was cut off when Wizgiz gave her a small smile, "I sense magic all around you, lass. And I think that I would remember if I ever had a student as beautiful as you in my class. So I now assume that you are a witch and that you attended Cloud Tower. Would I be correct in my assumption?"

"You would be."

Why was he flirting with her so much? What did he want? Did he know who she was and was just playing dumb? She would blast him if it came down to it.

Stormy was brought out from her thoughts when she saw the bartender appear in front of her and Wizgiz.

"Can we have two more shots over here?" Wizgiz asked with a broad smile across his face.

"Don't you think that you should slow down?" Stormy gave him a curious look as she watched the small leprechaun hop up and down on the barstool, "You didn't really handle the other one well."

"I think I will be fine. You aren't planning on taking care of me all night, are you?"

Stormy rolled her eyes, "I barely want to talk to you right now but your mouth keeps moving."

"You are a fiery little thing."

"I don't think that you are the one to be calling people little."

"Oh?"

There was a magical golden sparkle that appeared around Wizgiz and his body grew a few feet, his ears lost their point, and his rounded features hardened. Sitting beside Stormy was a large man who still wore that stupid grin.

"Like I said," Wizgiz whispered, "you are a fiery little thing."

Stormy scoffed, "Impressive parlor trick, but I was getting used to your real form."

"And I would love to see you in yours."

Stormy choked on her drink, "What?"

"I know that this is not your true form." Wizgiz snickered, "You think that a magical creature who specializes in transforming can't sense a disguising spell. Come on, dear. I might be the size of a child but I must say that I have more than a few years under my belt."

Stormy looked at the now large leprechaun up and down before turning and taking another drink of her vodka soda. The bartender came back up to the bar and gave Wizgiz the two new tequila shots.

"Here you are." Wizgiz handed Stormy the small shot glass of amber liquid.

"I didn't say that I wanted one."

"In addition to a cloaking spell, I can also tell when someone is in need of a fun time."

Wizgiz threw the shot back and sucked on the lime, his reaction the same as before. He turned to Stormy who quickly threw the liquid down her throat and stared into the leprechaun's deep black eyes. They looked smaller in his larger form. Grabbing her vodka soda, Stormy drank the rest of the clear liquid before putting her glass down.

Stormy began to stand up from the barstool and felt her body become weak. I guess she couldn't handle her liquor anymore. Everyone warned her about that. She was about to topple over when she felt two strong hands grab her around the waist.

"Get your hands off of me." Stormy spat.

Wizgiz kept his smile, "I am afraid that if I let you go, you are going to fall over."

"Was it your plan to get me drunk?" Stormy glared.

"Not at all," Wizgiz replied sincerely, "I thought that by the end of the night that you would have drank me under the table."

"I'll smash your head into a table." Stormy slurred her words. Wizgiz exhaled a chuckle as he shook his head.

"Such naughty words from such a pretty mouth." Wizgiz smirked.

"Shut...up..." Stormy managed to get out between hiccups.

"Come on," Wizgiz began leading her to the door, "let's get you home."


Stormy had no idea what got into her but the next thing she knew, she was in her room back at the hideout that she shared with her sisters who were thankfully gone. Her lips were on the leprechaun's and his body was back to its original form.

His small hands pulled down at the small spaghetti straps of her black dress before he quickly pulled down the dress to expose her tan breasts. Wizgiz's hands began to massage at the large soft mounds before he brought his mouth's from Stormy's and began sucking at the mauve colored nipples.

Her head fell back as she felt his lips on her exposed breasts. She had no intention of coming home with anyone, much less the leprechaun professor from Alfea. But one thing led to another and he is now sucking at her breasts and she is actually enjoying it.

"You ever do this with one of your students?" Stormy laughed.

Wizigiz's mouth left Stormy's breast with a pop, "That's a bit unethical don't you think?"

"What? No student needed any extra credit?"

"I am a fair and good professor, young lady." Wizgiz smirked as his hand dragged Stormy's black dress over the curves of her body, stopping at her hips. He would allow her to do the rest if she wanted.

"Well, good thing I was never your student."

Wizgiz's mouth returned his mouth to Stormy's nipple as he sucked back and forth from the right one and the left. Stormy fell back onto her bed as her back arched, sticking her breast further into the small mouth of the leprechaun.

"Fuck." Stormy exhaled as she grabbed the top of Wizgiz's head.

"Do you like that?" Wizgiz asked as he looked up to meet Stormy's teal eyes that glowed against her tan skin.

"I do." Stormy propped herself on her elbows before snapping her fingers, ridding herself of her black dress and panties, "But you better fuck me fast before I change my mind."

"Um..."

"Unless you don't want to." Stormy sighed as she looked up at Wizgiz, feeling shy for the first time that night.

"I do," Wizgiz quickly defended, "do you want me to?"

"Yeah, sure. I'm just laying here naked, pussy wet, and wanting some dick for you to just stand there." Stormy rolled her eyes.

Wizgiz chuckled before he flipped Stormy onto her stomach and pulled up her hips.

"Are you sure?"

"Just stick it in." Stormy instructed as she turned her head to look back at the small man at the edge of her bed. He stared at her ass and his eyes focused on the small opening between her legs.

"Portection?" Wizgiz asked.

"Magic gets the job done." Stormy snapped back.

A sharp jolt of his hips and Stormy's face fell into her sheets, her hands gripping the silky fabric. She did not expect him to be so rough and so big. For a small man, he sure filled her up.

Her mouth opened and a small moan escaped as her body adjusted to Wizgiz's length. As soon as she got comfortable, he began to pump in and out of her. She could hear the groans and pants that escaped his mouth.

Stormy could not believe that she was getting rammed by a professor. A professor of fairies no less. What would her sister's think?

The sounds of slapping skin and moans filled the air as Stormy felt a tightening pressure begin at the base of her abdomen and worked its way through her body.

"Shit, I didn't think that you would be able to fuck like this?"

"I think that you misunderestimate me, little one." Wizgiz replied through grunts as his hips continued to hit Stormy's bouncing ass.

"Maybe you shouldn't offer this up for extra credit. I think that the student would get more out of it than you would."

"You say that like I am not enjoying this. I haven't had a tight pussy like this in years." Wizgiz panted.

Wizgiz continued his assault and only stilled when he felt himself come undone. Stormy clenched down on his cock as she felt his hot seed fill her up. She moved her hips and Wizgiz's softening member fell from her leaking pussy.

"Well..." Wizgiz panted as he crawled up the bed to lie down next to Stormy.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" Stormy asked as she looked over to the leprechaun at her side.

"What?"

"I don't remember asking you to stay. I wanted to get laid and now I did. Get out."

Stormy pointed to the door of her room, indicating for the small man to leave.

Wizgiz simply turned and gave Stormy a smile before sitting up and adjusting himself. Standing on the creaky wooden floor, Wizgiz smirked.

"It was nice sharing the evening with you, Stormy."

Stormy's eyes widened but before she could say anything, Wizgiz snapped his fingers and was gone in a puff of smoke. His laugh lingered in the air and Stormy was left scrambling to the shattered mirror that was in the corner of her room. She looked at her face and noticed that the spell was still in effect.

Fucking leprechauns.


Weeks passed and Stormy was now involved with a new man. She laughed at herself when she found it was Musa's father. She only stuck around because she just wanted to hold it over Musa that she was fucking her father. But her father was not putting out.

They had been "dating" for a few weeks and still Stormy had not received any action. She just wanted to have another one night stand and move on with her life. Stormy was really missing the jovial and carefree qualities of the small professor from Alfea.

But at the moment, she had bigger issues to worry about.

Stormy was currently sitting in a bathroom at the Magix Mall, staring at a long piece of plastic sitting on the silver toilet paper dispenser. She looked at the clock on her phone, hoping and praying that her magic worked that fateful night with the leprechaun and the first night that she took the pregnancy test and the dreaded pink cross came across the small window.

Her alarm went off and Stormy quickly shut it off before snatching the plastic pregnancy test. She took in a deep breath and looked down. Her heart sank when she saw the same pink cross that she saw the week before. The abortion spell had not worked. She was stuck carrying this child. What would her sister's think? She couldn't tell them that some leprechaun got her pregnant and for some reason, no magic could get rid of it.

Stormy felt the tears start to run down her cheeks. Her hands trembled as she flipped through the contacts on her phone. She clicked on a name before she brought the phone up to her ear and listened to the ringing. Stormy held the positive pregnancy close to her chest as she did her best not to come undone.

The phone call was answered and Stormy couldn't help her sobbing.

"Hello?" a soft voice answered.

Stormy sniffled, "Hoboe..."