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Winx Club: Stormy and Mirta

By eltf177

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Winx Club, nor do I make any profit from this story.

AUTHOR’S NOTES: A while back on the Erotic Winx Yahoo Group I proposed that new stories could be created around existing scenes from the show, mostly by changing the rating from ‘G’ to ‘XXX’. This one uses the Dining Hall scene from the Season 1 episode GROUNDED as its basis.
We start with a verbatim script of the scene…

*=*=*

It was the evening meal at Cloud Tower. The Dining Hall was in a large dome near the top of the Tower. A huge staircase ran around the circular wall, stopping at a landing every 20’ or so. Each landing had a large 4-person table. The rules were simple; the seniors ate at the top, then the juniors, the sophomores and finally freshmen at the bottom. Each class arranged its space by seniority (itself based on popularity and/or fear). Icy, Darcy and Stormy are naturally at the very top table while our freshmen Mirta and Lucy are much further down. There is a major argument going on at the Trix’ table…

STORMY: Those pixie losers had the nerve to sneak into _our_ turf! (slams both hands onto the table, causing the food to jump around) And we just let them get away!
DARCY: A real witch would not let such a thing go unpunished.
ICY: And neither shall we, my dear Darcy. (plays with her fork) Since the power of the Dragon’s not in the Solaria ring, we’ll go find the true source of power and use it to destroy their entire school!

Down below Mirta and Lucy (along with the rest of the Cloud Tower witches) have been listening in on the conversation. Mirta stands up and addresses the Trix.

MIRTA: Why do we hate the girls of Alfea so much? I mean, that just seems so old school.
ICY (with a disgusted look on her face): Who is this gangly freshmen talking to me?
MIRTA: I’m just saying… I mean, in some ways Alfea’s kinda rockin’.
STORMY (slamming her hands on the table again): Peace and love!

She starts laughing maniacally, this sets off a wave of laughter all over the dining hall. Lucy looks embarrassed while Mirta is shaken by this reaction from the room.

STORMY: Who let this Wicca wannabe in here anyway? You’re just so alternative, aren’t you? So cutting edge, let’s think outside Pandora’s Box and love each other…NOT!
DARCY: Aw, the poor thing looks embarrassed. Let’s help her save some face!

A blue glow appears on Mirta and Lucy’s table which quickly coalesces into a bright blue ball. The ball then attaches itself to Mirta’s face and the redhead falls to the ground choking. Lucy gets up from her table and tries to help Mirta.

LUCY: It’s not funny, she can’t breathe!
DARCY: Stupid freshmen, a goo glob only lasts a minute!

As Darcy says this the ball disintegrates. Just then Miss Griffin, the headmistress of Cloud Tower, enters in a rage.

GRIFFIN: Attention witches! The precious princesses of Alfea have booked Magix Stadium tomorrow night for some wrenched music concert. So our own Money for Monsters fundraiser has to move to the Elementary School Auditorium. Plan accordingly!

Griffin leaves, mumbling “disgusting pixies!” as she does.

ICY: Tomorrow night’s our night. With the whole school empty it’s ours to destroy!

*=*=*

Icy and Darcy returned to their room after dinner. Stormy was out stalking unsuspecting freshmen, her favorite pastime.

“Boy, Stormy seemed in a good mood tonight!” Darcy wondered out loud.

“Yeah, but we need her anger tomorrow night!” Icy replied.

“You know what I need?” purred Darcy as she lay back on her bed letting her purple top slide up to expose her belly. “I need you. It’s been too damn long!”

Icy went over and sat on Darcy’s bed. She leaned over and kissed her lover. “I agree. But what about Stormy? Remember what happened the last time she barged in on us?”

Darcy did. The Storm Witch hated the fact that Icy and Darcy were lovers. It reminded her of the fact she had nobody and was a third wheel. The last time cost them a door and a fair amount of furniture, neither of them wanted a repeat of that episode. Besides, both really wanted the night alone to be with each other before taking on Alfea. “So what do we do?”

Icy got up and walked over to her desk. She opened a hidden compartment and pulled out a vial of dark-colored liquid. “Well, we’ve got this!”

“What is it?”

“A potion that will calm our teammate down.”

“Where did you get it?”

“Oh, Professor Bitterroot made it up after Stormy’s little romp.”

‘Little romp.’ Was that an understatement! Back when they were underclassmen they all had to take Potions Class. It was rough, and Bitterroot was a bad teacher on top of that. Both Icy and Darcy had to struggle to keep up, but Stormy despised the class with every fiber of her being. Finally one day she snapped completely and went totally berserk, smashing up the lab in a fury. Everybody had heard about the storm witch’s meltdown and quite frankly both Icy and Darcy (along with everybody else) were surprised Stormy wasn’t expelled immediately. Everybody figured Stormy had to spend a lot of time on her knees in front of somebody to stay at Cloud Tower. Actually, though, she stayed because Griffin was beginning to mistrust the Trix and wanted to keep a close eye on them.

Icy continued. “I sweetly suggested that Bitterroot make up some sort of potion to calm Stormy down in case she ever went ballistic again. The old fool agreed and made this.”

“Well, if you have that then what does Bitterroot have?” asked a puzzled Darcy.

“A vial of swamp water. If you see him with it get the hell gone!”

Darcy laughed. “Well, what do you plan to do with that?”

Icy also laughed. “We slip some to Stormy. She’ll become very suggestible at that point. You cast a lust spell on some ‘lucky’ witch and the two become each other’s problem for the rest of the night.”

“Sounds good. Got anybody in mind?”

Icy thought for a moment. “How about that mouthy freshmen from earlier? It would be a good lesson for her in minding her own business.”

Darcy nodded. “I like that idea!”

Icy walked over and threw her arms around the enchantress. They shared a passionate kiss. When they broke Icy said, “I thought you might…”

*=*=*

Stormy returned to the room she shared with Icy and Darcy. Due to the incident earlier the underclass was hiding and Stormy couldn’t find anybody to torment. She was grumbling as she entered.

Icy and Darcy were sitting at the table in their room, each with a goblet of wine. A third goblet sat on the table. “Ah, Stormy. Glad you could join us” said Icy. Darcy picked up the glass and offered it to the blue-haired witch. “Please join us. We’re coming up with ideas on how best to invade Alfea.”

Stormy snatched up the goblet and downed it in one throw. She slammed it onto the table, snapping off the base. “What ideas? Hell, we just go in and take the place over!”

*That’s our Stormy* thought Darcy. *To hell with tactics, just charge!*

Icy tried not to laugh. “we’ll keep that idea in mind, Stormy dear. Any ideas on where to start looking first?”

“How about Faragonda’s office?” suggested Darcy.

“Fuck that!” yelled Stormy. “Let’s…” The Storm Witch’s voice trailed off and her eyes began to glaze over.

“Wow, it works fast! Bitterroot was on to something!” Icy said as she walked over to Stormy and waved her hand in the blue-haired witch’s face. There was no response. “Ok, Stormy, come with us. Darcy, let’s go!”

The trio left their room and headed for the freshman wing of Cloud Tower, Icy and Darcy dragging along a silent and dazed Stormy.

*=*=*

Meanwhile Mirta and Lucy were having a heated discussion in their room.

“Mirta, that was embarrassing!” yelled Lucy at her red-headed roommate.

“I’m sorry Lucy, but those sorts of attitudes are just so out-of-date!”

“And it’s _your_ attitude that keeps us outcasts! We’re witches!”

“But Lucy!”

“But nothing!” The green-haired witch strode over to the door and opened it. She turned towards Mirta. “I need some air. And you need a change of attitude!” She slammed the door as she left.

Mirta sat on her bed, her head bowed and her spirits low.

Suddenly a figure began to pass through the wall into the room. The redhead never saw Darcy until the enchantress was standing in front of her. “Aw, is the little freshie still feeling sad? Well, Aunt Darcy has just the cure!”

Before Mirta could even react Darcy cast her Lust Spell. It was a quite powerful one as befitted an enchantress. And the unsuspecting freshman had no defense for it. In seconds Mirta had a blank look on her face, awaiting instructions.

“Ok…what _is_ your name?” Darcy said to herself. She walked over to a desk and looked at some papers on it. “OK, Mirta”, she continued, “Here’s what you’re going to do. In a few moments Stormy’s coming in. When you see her your mind and body will be consumed with total lust for her. You must have her, and you will. She will be your total sex slave for the evening, use her as you will!”

Meanwhile Icy stalked down Lucy and put the green-haired girl into deep freeze for the night. “Can’t have you interrupting our love birds now, can we?” she chuckled as she walked back to where Stormy was waiting.

Darcy walked over and opened the door. Icy came in, dragging the vacant Stormy with her. “OK Stormy, we’re here. And here’s what you’re going to do. You see the freshman here. You want her, you want her badly. But you’re going to submit to her and do anything she commands you to do.”

Darcy laughed. Their instructions were the complete opposite of their victim’s natural personalities and should prove _very_ interesting. She had half a mind to stay and observe the upcoming carnage, but she really wanted to be alone with Icy. “Oh Icy, what about when the potion wears off?”

“Stormy”, the white-haired witch continued, “After you two have worn each other out you will go to sleep and sleep in late. When you awake and see the morning sun you will remember nothing about what happened or how you got here.”

“Good idea” Darcy said. Turning to Mirta she added, “and when you awake and see the sun you will also remember nothing about how this happened or why.” The brown-haired enchantress then walked over and took Icy’s arm. “Shall we retire?” she asked, batting her eyes at her lover.

Icy gave Darcy a violent kiss. “Into bed now!” she growled as she practically dragged the enchantress back to their room.

*=*=*

As the door slammed the spell and potion kicked in. Mirta stood up and stared at Stormy with total lust. Stormy stood where she’d been left with the same lust in her eyes. Both fought the magic consuming them. Mirta rushed to Stormy, her arms locked around the storm witch’s body and their lips crushed against each other. The redhead backed Stormy up until they fell onto Mirta’s bed where their tongue-wrestling continued for some time.

When the pair finally broke Mirta rolled off of the blue-haired witch. Both were continuing to fight the spells.

And both succeeded, to a point. Stormy’s rage was powerful, powerful enough to block the worst effects of Bitterroot’s potion. But it still had a calming effect on her, enough that she wouldn’t simply blast poor Mirta to bits.

Mirta was not following her orders to dominate Stormy. Darcy’s spell was intended to increase a person’s natural lust, and it wasn’t possible to fan the flames of a fire that didn’t exist. It did increase the shy redhead’s libido several notches, but the naturally passive girl simply couldn’t easily be forced into a domineering position.

Stormy continually fought the potion as she swore revenge on her coven sisters, and her very rage was enough to at least dampen its effects. It was now a question of willpower, something which the freshman witch lacked. But the storm witch was afire with desire as well, which she something she couldn’t fight. Although the potion was not longer forcing her into submission, it couldn’t do anything about the fire between her legs. Her pussy was gushing and the blue-haired witch was in desperate need of release. Stormy climbed off the bed and stood before the red-headed freshman. Her arms folded across her chest as she spread her legs and stepped within inches of a now-trembling Mirta. She said nothing, just fixing the shorter girl with a powerful glare. She finally spoke. “Get up and undress!”

Not surprisingly, Mirta immediately reverted to her passive nature. She too needed release badly as Darcy’s spell had send her libido into complete overdrive, and if she had to submit to Stormy to get that release she would.

Mirta climbed off the bed and started to undo the buttons on her halter top. She finally ripped it open, she was so overwhelmed by lust. It was quickly followed by her pumpkin t-shirt. Her tiny breasts, topped with small pink nipples which quickly stiffened in the cool air of Cloud Tower, sprung free. Although the enchantress’ spell still commanded her to dominate the storm witch, her own meekness meant that her own natural submissive nature sprung free. She kneeled before the blue-haired witch, her head low. “Please, mistress” she begged, “Please allow this unworthy one to satisfy your every demand!”

Stormy managed a wicked smile as she looked down on the submissive redhead. Her own lust increased as she looked down at the freshman. She stepped back and sat down on the girl’s bed. “Stand up” she ordered.

Mirta did as she was told, her head still hung low. The storm witch’s eyes ran appreciatively up and down Mirta. Without thinking her left hand slid up under her short red dress and inside her sopping wet panties. Three fingers began to quickly plunge in and out, bringing a gasp to the blue-haired witch’s lips.

Mirta’s head still hung low but she raised it just enough to see what Stormy was doing. The sight of Stormy furiously masturbating caused her pussy to gush. She lowered her head again. “Please, mistress” the redhead begged, “Please allow me to pleasure you!”

Stormy was taken aback by this. Her few sexual encounters up to this time had been brief, clumsy and unsatisfying; bordering on rape. Her reputation made any sort of normal relationship impossible, and now here was someone begging to be with her. The potion was still fighting her mind for control of her body. This act of submission was an opportunity for sexual satisfaction, something she had long desired. She knew that Darcy had no trouble bringing Icy to climax, and it was something she had long wanted.

She removed her hand from between her legs and put it under Mirta’s chin. “Lick it” she commanded.

The redhead did as she was ordered, slowing sucking each of the three middle digits and savoring the flavor. She had an overwhelming desire to masturbate to relieve her own itch below but would not do so without an order from her mistress.

When Mirta was done Stormy leaned back on the bed. “Stand up” she ordered. Mirta did so.

Stormy gave her next order. “Strip, slowly.”

Mirta slowly removed the ripped halter top and t-shirt, letting them fall on the floor. She next leaned down and untied her shoes, then stepped out of them. She slowly turned around as she slowly removed her stockings, trying to look sexy as she did so. She next slowly slipped her blouse off her hips, leaving her only in her panties. She hooked her thumbs under them and slid them down her hips, then slowly rotated and allowed them to slip to the floor. She quickly stepped out of them, giving the storm witch a brief glimpse of her wet snatch, topped by a bolt of fiery red hair, then kneeled in front of Stormy again.

“Stand up” Stormy ordered. Mirta complied. The blue-haired witch stood up. “Undress me” she commanded.

The redhead started unbuttoning Stormy’s dress, allowing the blue-haired girl’s breasts to spring free. Stormy’s left hand swept out and behind Mirta’s head, dragging it down to her chest. Mirta quickly began sucking and licking Stormy’s right nipple. This brought another gasp from the storm witch. Mirta quickly switched to Stormy’s left nipple, bringing more gasps and a moan from the blue-haired girl.

This continued for another few moments, then Stormy gently pushed Mirta back and ordered her to continue undressing her. The redhead quickly slipped Stormy’s dress off her hips and to the floor. The storm witch stepped out of the dress and sat down on the bed. Mirta quickly slipped Stormy’s high heels off. Stormy lay back on the bed and raised her hips, allowing the freshman to quickly slip off the blue-haired girl’s wet panties. She was greeted by the sight of the storm witch’s blue bush, untrimmed and glistening with moisture. She inhaled deeply, allowing the intoxicating scent to inflame her passions further.

This had the effect of allowing Darcy’s spell to slightly increase its’ hold on her, but not enough to completely override her submissive side. Without orders from Stormy her hands slid between the blue-haired girl’s legs and gently but firmly pried them apart. Her head then slipped into the newly-formed valley and she stuck her tongue inside the storm witch.

This had an immediate effect. Stormy let out a moan which quickly turned into a scream. This had the effect of increasing the speed with which Mirta ate out the blue-haired girl, her tongue alternating between diving Stormy’s depths and lapping at her blood-engorged clit. The redhead felt the storm witch’s legs tightening around her head, but this barely slowed down the young witch. Stormy’s scream changed pitch a few times, then reached a crescendo as her body bucked on the bed, throwing Mirta to the side and almost off the bed entirely.

Mirta quickly crawled up to Stormy, who was lying on the bed panting for breath. The moment had passed and Darcy’s spell was once again suppressed by the freshman’s passive nature. She eagerly awaited further orders from her mistress.

Stormy finally came down from her orgasm, one of the few she’d ever had and by far the most intense. She swore to herself then and there that the days of quick, clumsy sex were over; she would insist on feeling this way from now on. She slid up on the bed so her head was slightly raised on a pillow. She looked down to see Mirta with her head on the storm witch’s belly, her eyes shining and waiting for more orders. The orgasm had put quite a damper on her temper, allowing Bitteroot’s potion to suppress her rage.

It was a complete surprise to both when Stormy gently pulled the redhead up to her and gave the shocked freshman a long, deep kiss. Mirta closed her eyes, savoring the moment. Stormy tasted herself on the redhead’s lips and felt her pussy gush once again.

Finally the storm witch broke the kiss. She looked at Mirta, deciding on what to do next. Finally she decided. “Mirta, do you have any ‘toys’?”

Mirta’s face lit up. “Oh yes, mistress! May I show you?”

Stormy nodded. Mirta got up and walked over to the dresser, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out some items. She brought them over to the bed and laid them on Stormy’s belly, then crawled up and nestled next to the blue-haired witch.

Stormy looked at what Mirta had brought; a pink 16-inch double-ended knobbed dildo and a harness for it. *Never saw her into this* the storm witch wondered.

Mirta seemed to pick up on the unspoken thought. “I’d hoped Lucy and I would use them some day, but…” The thought of their recent fight saddened the redhead and she began to cry.

Normally this would have caused Stormy to laugh at Mirta’s misfortune but the potion had dampened her anger. She was shocked to find herself cuddling the freshman, gently stroking her back and hushing her.

Mirta finally stopped crying. She hugged Stormy tightly, waiting for orders. She didn’t have to wait long.

Stormy handed the redhead the dildo and harness. “Put it together and put it on me. Then get ready for the ride of your life!” Stormy was aware of the ‘Penuli’ spell that created a real penis on females, but was unaware of how to cast the spell (though she knew Darcy possessed it and was positive both the enchantress and the ice witch used it on one another frequently).

Mirta quickly assembled the rig, then waited while Stormy got up on her knees. Mirta leaned down and kissed the blue-haired girl’s throbbing clit before slipping the inside half of the dildo inside the storm witch and strapping the harness on.

Stormy gave a small coo as she felt the cold dildo slip inside her and the cold harness wrap around her waist. When Mirta was done she swiveled around, got on her knees, bent over and leaned on her elbows. The redhead spread her legs, showing her glistening cunt to Stormy. “Please…fuck your slave without mercy!” she begged.

The storm witch needed no prodding to take that advise. She moved behind Mirta and used her left hand to place the tip of the dildo at the redhead’s labia, then slowly but firmly thrust forward. Mirta was extremely wet and her vaginal walls slid apart until the dildo harness touched the redhead’s ass.

Stormy set up a quick pace, thrusting the dildo in and out of the freshman. Each thrust brought a moan, gasp or scream from the redhead and similar sounds from the storm witch. Finally Mirta gave a long sigh and fell forward onto the bed unconscious.

Stormy lay back on the bed, pulling the freshman to her. Any thoughts of hurting Mirta were gone, driven out by the potion and the fact that, for the first time in her life, she was sexually satisfied. *Damn Icy and Darcy for drugging me, but it looks like I made out in the end.*

When Mirta woke she found herself in Stormy’s arms. She looked up at her mistress. “Thank you.”

“Oh, it’s not over yet. My turn now!” said Stormy as she got back onto her knees. Mirta quickly began unstrapping the harness, then with a yank pulled the dildo out of Stormy. This brought a gasp to the storm witch’s lips. “You just wait, I’ll get even with you for that!” she said in a mock serious tone.

Mirta took the dildo, licking and sucking the end that had been inside the blue-haired girl. Stormy watched this in total fascination.

Finally Mirta was done. Stormy took the harness and slowly pushed the inside end into the redhead, then buckled it on. She then laid back on the bed, her legs spread wide.

Mirta too needed no encouragement. She quickly climbed on top of the storm witch, allowing her to set the dildo against her pussy. The redhead then plunged downwards into the blue-haired girl, pulled most of the way back out, then repeated the action over and over. Stormy’s breathing became ragged as Mirta continued to fuck her, until finally both came hard. The redhead collapsed onto Stormy as both drifted off.

*=*=*

The sun streaming into the window woke the pair up. Mirta wasn’t sure what was going on until she saw the Storm Witch underneath her. She immediately became frightened and tried to climb off of her. This action pulled the dildo out of Stormy, waking the blue-haired girl.

“Morning, lover” Stormy said matter-of-factly, staring into the redhead’s face. “Remember anything?”

Mirta’s face had a look of terror as she shook her head. She was still trying to both get away from Stormy and cover up, with no success in either.

Stormy just looked at Mirta, then put her hands on the redhead’s cheeks. She pulled the freshman’s face to hers, then gave the shaking girl the shock of her life when the storm witch gave the redhead a long, passionate kiss. When she finally stopped, the blue-haired witch gave Mirta a longing look. After an embarrassing silence Stormy spoke softly, “thank you.”

Mirta was in a state of total confusion. Just what _had_ happened last night? Darcy’s spell had wiped her memory.

Not so Stormy. Her strong will overwhelmed much of the potion’s effects including Icy’s final instructions to forget everything. Yes, she was quite upset with her coven sisters, yet they had given her a gift.

Stormy just gently held Mirta while explaining what had happened. She got out of bed and found her dress. Picking it up with one hand, she pointed at the dildo and harness the redhead was still wearing with her other. “Better hide that” she said while looking at Mirta.

Mirta was quite embarrassed. She was naked except for the dildo and harness, still hoping that Stormy wasn’t going to hurt her.

Stormy finished dressing. “Gotta go, things to do and fairies to smash!” She looked longingly at the redhead one more time. “And you do realize that this never happened? Just one word and Cloud Tower’s short a freshman!”

Mirta nodded furiously.

Stormy sighed. She knew that without Darcy’s spell this would never happen again. But despite that, Stormy realized that she needed a steady lover; one who would trust her and make her happy. And this would never happen. A tear trickled from her eye, which she wiped up quickly before Mirta could see it. She exited the freshman’s room.

*Oh well, chances are Icy and Darcy will do this again some time to get me out of the way. Let me show them my appreciation for last night. I think a lightning strike while they’re in the shower will do, just for a start of course.*

Stormy laughed maniacally as she returned to her room. As grateful as she was for last night, it was imperative that she show Icy and Darcy why it wasn’t a good idea to mess with the storm witch.

THE END
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