Stormy and Ho-Boe- Unexpected

"Are you sure that you don't want me to join you this weekend?" Riven asked.

Musa was driving down the freeway on her way home, Riven talking to her through the speaker in her car. They had called each other periodically as Musa made her way home for the weekend after their time on Earth fighting against the Wizards of the Black Circles as well as placating the fairies of the Earth.

"I am sure, I think that it would be good to spend some time alone with my dad." Musa smiled, her eyes focused on the road, "He has been a little down lately."

"You say that this is a hard time for him?" Riven asked but knowing the answer.

"My mom died fifteen years ago today and dad has always had a hard time with her death. This year he seems to be acting really weird."

"Well, fifteen is a big milestone." Riven said with a shrug.

"I know, which is why I wanted to surprise him by coming home." Musa smiled.

"Well, you know that you can call me whenever you want. I have no plans for the weekend."

"Don't be going all soft on me, Riv." Musa rolled her eyes.

"Maybe I have been rooming with Helia for too long." Riven chuckled.

"Next thing I know you will be writing me sonnets and giving me flowers."

"Let's not get too crazy."

Musa rolled her eyes as she tightened her grip on the steering wheel. She leaned forward as she saw the exit for her town come into view.

"I'm getting off the freeway now," Musa announced, "I will call you tonight, okay?"

"Alright," Riven sighed, "enjoy your time at home."

"I love you." Musa smiled at her speaker.

"Ew." Riven said which caused Musa to laugh.

"Bye, Riven." Musa laughed.

"Bye, Musa. I love you."

Musa clicked the 'End Call' button on the steering wheel, ending the call with her boyfriend. She turned down the music slightly as she entered the city, her once roaring engine quieting as she entered the calm and quiet town.

Musa drove through the streets lined with tall palm trees. The sky was a wash of bright reds and oranges as the sun began to set. Rolling down the windows, Musa let the wam air hit her face as she drove down the street. The salty smell of the ocean filling her nostrils and the faint sound of music playing from the porches of the small bungalows hit her ears. She sighed, glad to be home.

Pulling up to her house, Musa parked her small red car and turned off the engine. There was commotion sounding from far away but she had ignored it. She got out of the car and the noise grew louder. It sounded like people were shrieking in excitement, sounding like the monkeys that they had visited at the zoo when they were on Earth. Musa had to be honest and say that it was quite annoying, especially as it cut through the soft music that once filled her ears.

Musa rolled her eyes and walked to the trunk of her car and pulled out the large backpack that she brought with her for her weekend trip. Spending time with her dad is all that she had looked forward to the whole week.

Walking up the stairs to the entrance of her house, Musa pulled out her keys and heard the noises becoming louder. She pressed her ear to the door and heard that the noise was coming from inside of her house.

Her heartbeat quickened in its pace. She reached into her back pocket and pulled out her phone. Dialing his number and putting the phone to her ear, Musa begged for Riven to pick up.

"Miss me already?" Riven asked with a teasing tone.

"Riven, I think someone broke into my dad's house." Musa whispered into her phone. Her voice was panicked as she paced on her front porch.

"What?"

"I hear commotion inside." Musa explained, "And it doesn't sound like my dad is part of it. The voices are too loud and too...erotic."

"What do you mean?" Riven asked again.

"It sounds like...well..."

"Well what?"

"I think people are fucking in my house!" Musa exclaimed.

"Oh damn."

"Yeah, and my dad is single and has been for the past fifteen years. Plus, I don't think that he would sound like how whatever the hell is going on in there."

"Do you want me to call the authorities?" Riven asked.

"No," Musa shook her head, "I think I can handle a couple of sexed up teenagers."

"Alright," Riven sighed, "but keep me on the line in case something happens."

Musa gave a silent nod as she pulled the phone away from her ear. She slowly brought the key that was in her other hand to the front door lock. She turned the key and opened the door, the noise becoming louder and louder.

"Oh God," Musa heard Riven's voice through the speaker, "what the hell is going on in there?"

Musa didn't answer as she tried her best not to become too grossed out by the sounds that seemed to be coming from upstairs.

She could hear the sounds of bed springs squeaking and a headboard banging against the wall. There was a woman and her voice was loud and shrill as she moaned loudly. Musa knew two things, somebody was definitely getting off in her house and if they were doing it on her bed, she would rip their head off.

Walking up the stairs, Musa tiptoed, her keys and phone still in her hand. She was poised to attack and she was not afraid to cut someone with her keys. The wooden floorboards creaked as she walked up the stairs, the sounds becoming louder and louder.

"Oh fuck!" Musa heard the woman exclaim.

Musa walked past her room and heard that the noise was not coming from there. Her stomach eased some of its tension, glad that she would have to burn her mattress.

Stopping in front of her father's room, Musa put an ear to the door and heard the commotion coming from in there. How was she going to break it to her father that there were people in there soiling his sheets and mattress? She was hoping to buy him a nice present for him while she was in town but it looked like she would have to buy him a new bed. Not a very fun gift.

"Are you still there?" Musa heard Riven through the phone.

Bringing up the phone to her ear, Musa replied, "Yeah, I know where the noises are coming from."

"I can tell." Riven scoffed, the noise becoming very apparent to him now.

Musa could hear the woman on the other side yelling out more expletives and now Musa could hear that there was definitely a partner. Whoever he or she was didn't seem to be as vocal as the woman but she could still hear grunts and pants.

She took a deep breath and placed her hand on the doorknob. Counting to three Musa swung the door open and dropped her phone and her jaw at what she saw.

Right in front of her, on her father's bed, was her father underneath her nemesis, Stormy.

Musa watched in horror as Stormy sat nude on top of her father, her back arched and her hips rolling against her father. Her father's hands cupped Stormy's sweaty breasts and groaned as he felt Stormy roll back and forth on his cock. Her hands were splayed across his rotund stomach, helping her keep balance as he ass now slammed up and down against his groin. What made matters worse is that Stormy's stomach was protruding out.

Was this the reason that the Winx and the Specialists had not seen the Trix all year? Was it because Stormy was pregnant? Wait...was her father the father?

"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!" Musa yelled as she stood at the doorway.

Ho-Boe was the first to snap his head around, his eyes meeting his daughter's. His eyes went wide in terror as he released his grip on Stormy's chest.

"Stormy, honey." Ho-Boe grabbed Stormy's hips, "We need to stop."

"Awww," Stormy pouted as she slowed the pace of her hips, "but you were starting to make your cum face. I want you to cum for me, baby."

"Oh my God." Musa shook her head in disbelief and tried to stop the vomit building up at the base of her throat.

Stormy turned to look at what Ho-Boe had been looking at earlier.

"Oh hello, Musa."

"Don't 'hello, Musa' me!" Musa exclaimed. "What the fuck is going on here!? What have you done to my father!?" Musa's hands began to glow a deep purple, poised to respond and beat Stormy's ass.

"I haven't done a thing to him." Stormy smirked. "Your father has found that he has a penchant for young pussy and I was happy to give it to him."

"Oh my God. Oh my God." Musa repeated as she turned and walked out of the room, her head on her forehead. Turning around she ran back into the room and picked up her phone before running into her room and slamming the door behind her.

"RIVEN! Are you still there?" Musa yelled into her phone.

"Yes, what is going on? I heard shouting. Are you hurt? Are you okay?"

"Yes," Musa sighed, "I mean no. I mean...Stormy is fucking my dad."

The other end of the line went silent.

"Riven?"

"Yeah, I am still here. I just...what?"

"I barged into my dad's room to find that the 'sexed up teenagers' that I thought had broken into my house were my dad and Stormy."

"I am still not following."

"I walked in on my dad and Stormy fucking!" Musa shouted.

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Muse." Riven sighed as he tried to comfort his girlfriend from the other side of the phone, "But at least your dad has found some sort of happiness."

"This is Stormy that we are talking about! You know? One third of the Trix!? You dated Darcy, the other third, remember?"

"She wasn't that bad."

"Wasn't that bad?!" Musa yelled, "She was crazy, psycho bitch! And now her sister was bouncing up and down on my dad's dick and the worst part, she's pregnant."

"Is the baby his?" Riven asked.

"I don't know." Musa replied, "Seeing Stormy fuck my father kind of blocked my ability to ask questions."

"Geez, no need to get snippy with me."

"My. Dad. Is. Fucking. Stormy." Musa innunciated, "I can be snippy with whomever I want!"

"Look," Riven sighed, "I think that you need to go have a talk with your father."

"I'm not talking to that nasty old man."

"Musa, he is your father and you should try to find where he is coming from."

"Apparently he is cuming in Stormy."

"Musa..." Riven said her name in a warning tone.

Musa whined into her phone as she stamped her feet onto the wooden floors of her bedroom. She hung up the phone without saying goodbye to her magenta haired boyfriend. She heard that there was no more noise and she was thankful when she heard a faint "goodbye" come from downstairs and a door shut.

Making her way out of the comfort of her bedroom, Musa saw her father standing at the landing of the stairs wearing his sleep pants and a t-shirt. Musa's gaze hardened as she looked down at her father.

She stormed down the stairs, glaring at her father. Her arms were crossed as she followed him into the kitchen where he proceeded to grab a mug out of the cabinet and put on the kettle.

"What the FUCK was that?" Musa exclaimed.

"Musa..."

"What the hell are you thinking!?"

"If you would just..."

"Of all people? Stormy? You know she is a fucking bitch, right?"

"She isn't that bad."

"She has tried to kill me and my friends multiple times and has tried to take over the universe with her twisted witch sisters! She is not a good person, dad!" Musa yelled as she walked up to him and turned off the stove and put his mug away. She needed his attention on her.

"Dad!" Musa shouted, tears threatening to fall from her eyes, "How could you do this? How could you do this to mom?"

Ho-Boe's eyes softened as he looked up at his daughter. He had seen her upset plenty of times but not like this and never at him.

"Musa," Ho-Boe placed a hand on her shoulder, "did you expect me to be single forever?"

"No," Musa turned her head to face her father, her cheeks stained with the tears that flowed from her eyes, "I want you to find someone. I want you to be happy. Mom would want you to be happy. But why her?"

"I don't know." Ho-Boe sighed, "She makes me happy."

"Am I on glue or did you say that Stormy makes you happy?"

Ho-Boe groaned as he took a seat at the kitchen table, "She does, Musa. I don't know if she has changed but if you are not happy, then I will call it off."

"Dad..." Musa began to feel guilty. She hated Stormy but she loved her father more.

"No," Ho-Boe looked up at Musa, "I think that I have scarred you enough by what you saw. Just make sure that the next time that you come to visit that you call ahead and tell me that you are coming so you don't have to find yourself with another unsavory image of your father burned into your mind."

"I hope you know that you are paying for therapy." Musa snuck a glance at her father.

Ho-Boe laughed as he nodded his head in agreement.

"I do have another question, dad."

"What is it, Musa?" Ho-Boe asked.

Musa took a deep breath before mustering up the courage to ask, "I'm not getting a sibling, am I?"

"No," Ho-Boe smiled at Musa, "she was pregnant before we started..." Musa's dad ended the sentence with a cough.

"What?"

"We began seeing each other before she knew she was pregnant. She found out shortly after we started messing around but the dates didn't match up for the child to be mine." '

"I see," Musa looked at her dad, more than relieved that the child wasn't his, "how did you two meet anyways?"

"Dating website catered for couples who seek an age gap."

"You do know that she is only three years older than I am, right?" Musa cocked an eyebrow up, hoping that her father realized the oddity in their relationship.

"She told me that she was thirty-five." Ho-Boe was shocked.

"No, dad. She's twenty-five." Musa chuckled.

"That fucking bitch!"

That was a really weird one to write but it was nice to start to open up my mind to some really odd pairs so keep them coming. I don't know if it is what you expected but I wanted to add my own spin and ending. But I'm not getting paid for this lol.

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