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Therapy: Three Witches and a Shrink	By : Shaellin Category: +S through Z > Winx Club Views: 7187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Icy groaned and pounded the butt of her sword against the stone tile floor.
"Damn it all."
Dr. Shreever removed his mask and looked up at the ceiling.
"End environmental simulator."
The massive stone pillars disappeared, the walls reappeared, the floor and ceiling faded back to those of a gymnasium, and the lighting returned to indoor normal. Dr. Shreever handed off his mask and sword to Guard Number One as he approached, then offered his gloved hand to Icy to help her up.
"Are you alright my dear? I fear I wasn't exactly gentle with you those two times I knocked you down."
Icy let herself be hauled up to her feet.
"I'm fine."
She yanked her hand away irritably, then clutched at her right shoulder with an audible hiss.
"Nothing that a week long soak in a hot tub won't fix anyway," she amended. Dr. Shreever winced in sympathy as he removed his cowl.
"I can arrange for you to be taken to the healing center if you wish."
Icy removed her mask and tossed it at Guard B.
"Don't bother. It's not like I fell out of a tree or something."
She turned and hobbled toward the ladies' changing room, using her sword as a flimsy make-shift cane. As Dr. Shreever watched her go Guard Number One stepped closer to speak with him.
"Sir, was it absolutely necessary for you to be so rough with her? She is a patient after all."
Dr. Shreever pulled off his gloves with a weary sigh.
"I fear it was entirely necessary. Trust me, after my faux pas with Stormy the first day I am constantly reminding myself to be careful how rough I get with these girls. Unfortunately Icy left me no choice. Had I held back and allowed her to win she would have seen me as a defeated foe. I would have lost all credibility and respectability with her and been unable to make any further progress in her treatment. She may hate me for now but at least she will still respect me. That respect is vital for her treatment to progress."
Guard Number One just shrugged as he accepted the gloves from Dr. Shreever.
"If you say so sir, but from my perspective it looked as though you just wanted to win at any cost."
Dr. Shreever patted the guard on the shoulder as he headed for the men's changing room.
"It might appear so, but all I have done was for her benefit. This defeat was the best thing for her. You'll see."
After a brief shower and a change of attire, Dr. Shreever returned to the gymnasium to await Icy's return. When she failed to emerge after several minutes he began to become concerned.
"She's been in there rather a long while. I wonder if she's alright. Perhaps one of us should go and check on her."
Guard Number B raised his hand. "I'll go check on her!"
The withering glare the other guard turned on him made him lower his hand and his head.
"Or not."
Guard Number One turned to look at Dr. Shreever.
"I'll check on her."
Dr. Shreever held up his hand in a stopping gesture.
"No, that won't be necessary. I'll go."
Guard Number One gazed at him uncertainly.
"With all due respect sir, are you certain that would be appropriate, given the circumstances?"
Dr. Shreever gazed at him coldly.
"Are you suggesting that I might take advantage of the situation?"
The guard averted his gaze and tugged at his collar uncomfortably.
"Um, well sir, you know, she is armed."
Dr. Shreever's expression turned jovial as he chuckled at the guard's deft evasion.
"Armed with a blunted rapier. Hardly a match for my magic should it come to that. I assure you I'll be quite alright."
The guard gave him a respectful salute and then stood at parade rest while Dr. Shreever strode over to the ladies' changing room. He opened the door partway, knocked and stuck his head partway in the room.
"Icy? Are you decent in there?"
Icy's voice carried a hint of irritation as she replied back to him.
"If I was decent would I even be in this place?"
Dr. Shreever chuckled at her response.
"Very well then. I'm coming in."
He found Icy sitting on a bench, wrapped in a fluffy white towel. She had her hair down loose for a change and was busy drying it with another towel. She regarded him warily as he approached.
"Come to knock me around some more have you?"
Dr. Shreever winced at the accusation and reproach in her voice.
"I only came to see if you were alright in here. You were taking so long that I was worried."
He noticed her robe neatly folded up on the bench beside her and the black unitard and white body armor haphazardly piled beside that. He also took note of the sandals sitting atop her robe and the black boots laying on the floor. The scene spoke quite clearly about the way she had approached disrobing both before and after their match and how she had been feeling in each instance. Icy turned her face away from him indignantly.
"Well excuse me for taking the opportunity to get a proper shower for the first time in three and a half weeks. Not to mention that I'm more than a little sore after being dumped on my back twice in the same fight."
Dr. Shreever winced sympathetically.
"I do seem to have an unfortunate habit of slamming you girls around, don't I? My sincerest apologies."
Icy looked back at him and scowled.
"You're a real soft touch, aren't you? I can't believe a wimp like you used to be the great and terrible Pumpkin King."
Dr. Shreever grinned self-deprecatingly.
"Often times I can't believe it myself, yet the temptation to do evil still resides within me, reminding me of what I once was."
Icy rose from the bench with a seductive smirk and traced her hand along Shreever's jawline.
"You should try giving in to that temptation once in a while. It could make life a whole lot more interesting for you."
He captured her hand with his and gave it a gentlemanly kiss.
"Working with fascinating young ladies such as yourself makes my life quite interesting enough I think. Now get dressed and I'll see you back to the meadow."
Icy gave a nonplussed look that was part frown, part pout, part boredom.
"Fine. Whatever."
She turned and bent over to pick up her robe, giving Dr. Shreever a free show as her towel rode up, then abruptly straightened up with a hiss, placing a hand on the small of her back. Dr. Shreever gently laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Icy, you need healing. Lay down on the bench and let me treat your injuries."
Icy turned her head to scowl at him.
"I'm fine. I don't need- Ah!"
She flinched as a muscle in her neck spasmed. Dr. Shreever placed both hands on her shoulders and began kneading them gently, a blue glow enveloping his hands as he worked. Icy closed her eyes and sighed as his thumbs pressed into the back of her neck, easing away the tension and stiffness. She lowered her head and groaned as some of the aches and pains she had been fighting against were magically washed away. Dr. Shreever chuckled softly.
"Icy. Always so strong, so defiant, so self-reliant. But there's nothing wrong with letting someone else pamper you once in a while. We all need some down time now and then so we can stay strong and resilient the rest of the time. Take off your towel and lie down on the bench. Let me take care of the rest."
Icy opened her eyes and glanced back over her shoulder with a much more relaxed and only slightly teasing look.
"You just want an excuse to run your hands all over my naked body."
Shreever smiled back cheerily.
"I won't deny that the situation does have certain perks for me, but I assure you my intentions are strictly honorable."
Icy smirked as she undid her towel and laid it aside.
"Hmm. Too bad. If you weren't so damned honorable we could have had some fun."
Dr. Shreever raised an eyebrow at her as she laid herself down on the bench on her stomach.
"Oh really? And here I thought you didn't like men."
He raised her lower legs and sat down on the bench to begin massaging the soles of her feet with the same blue glow he had used on her neck and shoulders. Icy closed her eyes and gave an appreciative "Mmmm."
"Whatever gave you that idea?"
Shreever smiled as he worked on her feet, making sure to pay attention to each individual toe.
"Oh, I don't know. Perhaps your whole 'I hate all guys' speach that you gave during our duel?"
Icy gave a contented sigh and smiled softly as Dr. Shreever began working his way down her ankles and calves.
"Well, maybe not all guys. Just most of them. Not many guys would beat me in a duel then turn around and treat me to a massage."
Dr. Shreever chuckled softly as he gradually worked his way down to her knees.
"Well it isn't as though I had planned on this happening. If I had I would have brought along some massage oil."
Icy groaned blissfully as he started in on her thighs.
"Oohh. Just keep using those magic fingers and you won't hear any complaints from me. Where'd you learn to do this?"
Dr. Shreever broke off his efforts momentarily to stand up, lay Icy's lower legs back down on the bench, place one knee on the bench beside them and resume his ministrations.
"Just one of the many things I picked up from my time with Darcy's mother. You might be surprised how useful the more subtle arts of the enchantress can be, even to a power-hungry warlock such as I once was."
Icy's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"So that's what you're doing then? Plying me with 'the subtle arts of the enchantress'?"
Dr. Shreever's voice took on a mock-affronted tone as his hands began kneading at Icy's buttocks.
"My dear Icy, would I ever do something as unprofessional as all that?"
Icy pillowed her head on her folded arms and moaned softly.
"Mmm. I dunno Doc. Just a layman's opinion here but your methods seem pretty unorthodox to me."
Shreever chuckled at that.
"Unorthodox perhaps but always professional. I never allow myself to forget that the goal is always first and foremost to help you and your sisters."
The conversation lagged at that point, and Dr. Shreever would have thought that Icy had fallen asleep on him except for the fact that her moans of pleasure and relief never ceased but in fact kept growing louder as his hands gradually worked their way up her back. Her body seemed to increasingly come alive under his touch as he soothed away her tension and healed away her bumps and bruises. As his hands reached her shoulders and set to work there once more Icy's moans gave way to words.
"Oooohhh, Darcy... That feels so good..."
Dr. Shreever grinned knowingly as he leaned in close to whisper in her ear.
"Does Darcy treat you to this sort of pampering often or do you only wish that she did?"
Icy's eyes flew open in a panic as she remembered whose hands were really caressing her body and realized what she had just let slip. Simultaneously she also became acutely aware that a certain very firm member of Shreever's anatomy was now pressing against her ass through the fabric of his robe. All the tension which had left her body came rushing back as she struggled to throw him off.
"Get off of me you pervert!"
Taken off guard by Icy's sudden change of attitude, Dr. Shreever quickly stood up and backed off a step. Icy sat up and threw her arm across her breasts as she glared up at him.
"You're just lucky this damned headband suppresses my powers or you'd be a Popsicle right now!"
Dr. Shreever forced a half smirk onto his face as he fought to regain control of the situation.
"Perhaps, but somehow I get the feeling that I wouldn't have been your flavor of choice."
Icy's eyes flared with rage. A snarl formed on her lips as she shot up off the bench and grabbed Dr. Shreever by the collar of his robe with both hands.
"You fucking prick! Don't you DARE tell Darcy about this!"
Shreever's face took on a neutral expression as he calmly regarded the irate witch.
"I wouldn't dream of it Icy. I may not be a traditionalist when it comes to treating my patients but I do believe firmly in doctor-patient confidentiality."
Icy scowled at him a moment as she decided whether or not to believe him, then she let him go and turned her back on him.
"Hmph. Fucking pervert. You're supposed to be a psychologist, you keep talking about how you want to 'help' us, but all you really want is to get us naked."
Dr. Shreever chuckled softly at Icy's transparent effort to shift the focus of conversation away from what she had just revealed.
"It's true. I do want to get you three naked, but not in the physical sense. I want the three of you to bare your souls to me, not your bodies. Still, I am a man, and as such I can hardly help being affected when I see a beautiful girl in the nude."
He placed his hands on Icy's shoulders and began to knead once more, calling up the nimbus of blue healing magic as before.
"The long, flowing hair; the soft, satiny skin; the gentle, supple curves; the long, luscious legs... Surely you can understand that attraction, and how hard it can be to have to keep it hidden all the time."
Despite herself, Icy found herself relaxing into the doctor's touch, letting the soothing flow of his words wash over her. Almost unbidden she found her hand going to her breasts as she closed her eyes and pictured the perfection of her lovely sister witch Darcy.
"I... I guess I can see your point."
Dr. Shreever smiled to himself softly as he worked his hands gradually up the back of Icy's neck.
"Always having to restrain yourself, hide your feelings, maintain the proper distance, never admit how much you yearn for her..."
Icy was getting confused. Was he still talking about himself or was he talking about her? She found it hard to care though as his fingers found and erased all the little pockets of tension in her neck and shoulders. She gave a little moan.
"You're right. It's not fair to expect someone to have to keep those kind of feelings hidden, but you pretty much have to."
Unexpectedly she found a tear welling up in her eye. She wiped it away irritably. Damn it! She was NOT going to cry! Looking for an excuse to change the subject she called back over her shoulder to him.
"Hey Doc, you doin' alright back there? You're not gonna pass out on me like you did last night are you?"
Dr. Shreever chuckled ruefully as he worked his fingers through Icy's hair to massage her scalp.
"Thank you for your concern, but I'm fine. After yesterday's workout and a good night's sleep I do believe I'll be able to keep it up a good deal longer this time. Just needed to shake off the rust, as it were."
His smile took on a slightly darker quality as he carefully edged around the green magic suppression headband Icy wore without touching it.
"And if I do use up too much magic there are ways to replenish my energy."
Icy sighed contentedly as Shreever stroked her scalp.
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
Rather than answer Icy's question directly he posed one of his own.
"Tell me Icy, do you happen to know the distinction between a wizard and a warlock?"
Icy shrugged unconcernedly.
"Wizards use their powers to help others while warlocks use theirs to help themselves?"
Shreever shook his head as he began stroking the sides of Icy's head and face.
"Not quite. That would be the difference between a light wizard and a dark wizard. A warlock is something more. As you know, wizards are not as attuned to magic as are witches and fairies and thus increase in power less quickly, which is why they often start out training in physical combat so they have those skills to fall back on when their magic fails them. This is also why dark wizards seek out sources of magical power to add to their own. They accumulate spells and magical artifacts to boost their powers so that they don't have to wait until their dotage to become powerful enough to defeat their enemies."
Dr. Shreever's hands worked lower, rubbing the front of Icy's throat and shoulders as he continued speaking, his voice taking on more of an edge as he went.
"But warlocks are different. We possess a natural advantage that allows us to get ahead of the curve much more readily. While wizards waste their time learning spells and acquiring artifacts, a warlock takes his power much more directly. Straight from the source, one might say, for you see warlocks have the ability to steal magic from others."
Now Shreever had Icy's attention. This was a side of him he hadn't shown before. This was the darker aspect he usually kept well hidden from others, the warlock he used to be but pretended he wasn't anymore. She had known that aspect must still be inside him somewhere, just waiting to be brought out. Evidently they were finally starting to succeed in their plan to tempt his dark side out of hiding. She smiled to herself darkly, reveling in the darkness she could feel pouring out of Shreever's soul.
"You don't say? It must feel great to suck the magic out of some helpless fairy."
Dr. Shreever's dark smile matched the one he imagined Icy must now be wearing.
"I must admit, it's a heady feeling. There's nothing quite like stealing the magical energy of another to use as your own. Of course surface magic like that is ephemeral, and quickly used up. The trick to making it last is to dig deep down inside your victim and steal from the very wellspring of their power, their life energy. You see, magical power springs from a person's life force. Steal that and you can permanently increase your own magical power. Of course the more you take the more it cripples the victim's magic. Take too much and you can even kill a person that way."
The blue glow around his hands suddenly shifted to black as his left hand went around Icy's throat and his right hand plunged down between her breasts.
"The funny thing is even non-magical beings, or NuMBers as your sister Darcy calls them, and those drained of magic have this life energy inside them, and it's so much easier to take when the victim doesn't have the magic to fight back with."
Icy gasped as she felt the flow of magical energy coming into her body from Shreever's hands reverse itself, now taking rather than giving. She clutched at his wrists, trying to pull his hands away, but he was too strong for her. Her breathing quickened sharply as she felt the life essence being slowly drained out of her.
"Stop! Please, don't!"
The manic gleam in Shreever's eye changed to a look of horror as he seemed to realize what he was doing. He immediately released Icy and backed away as she dropped to her knees, clutching at her chest.
"Icy, I... I'm so sorry. I didn't... Are you alright?"
He stepped around in front of her and bent to offer her assistance in rising but Icy angrily back-handed his reaching hands away from her.
"DON'T TOUCH ME you fucking prick!"
Dr. Shreever straightened up, looking as though he had been stung. He realized he had stepped over the line with her. Hanging his head in shame he turned his back on her.
"I'm sorry Icy. What I did was inexcusable. Talking with you stirs up feelings in me I had hoped were long buried. Perhaps Dr. Foler was correct after all. I guess I'm just not ready for this."
He was surprised when a moment later he felt Icy wrap her arms around him from behind.
"Don't sell yourself short Thaddeus. You and I both know you're the only man here for the job. Dr. Foler didn't have the guts to stick it out with us, nor the balls to do what it takes to reach us. You do. So you made a mistake with me. You're allowed one."
She slipped around in front of him and poked her fingernail in his chest with a stern glare.
"But if you ever try anything like that on me again, I swear I'm gonna rip your balls off and feed them to you!"
Shreever chuckled ruefully as he rubbed at the spot on his chest Icy had poked, knowing full well Icy's threat was hollow so long as she did not have the use of her magic.
"Understood. I'll try to keep that in mind."
He reached out and caressed her cheek with a cocky grin.
"Better get dressed now. The guards will no doubt be wondering what's taking us so long in here."
Icy smirked back at him.
"We'll just tell them the truth: you were busy feeling me up and we lost track of time."
Dr. Shreever winced dramatically.
"Only if you want someone else to be your therapist from now on."
Icy grinned coyly as she picked up her robe off the bench and slipped it over her head.
"Nah. I think we'll keep you. Might as well stick with the best."
Shreever chuckled at her transparent flattery, then held up his finger in admonition.
"Oh, before I go, the sword?"
Icy paused to scowl at him truculently, then turned to open a nearby locker and pulled out the rapier she had used in their duel. She laid it across his outstretched hands.
"Spoilsport. I almost had it worked out how I was gonna sneak it back to the meadow too."
Dr. Shreever grinned at her mirthfully.
"I'm sure you did. I'll see you outside Icy."
Icy watched him turn and leave, then smirked to herself.
"Oh, you'll be seeing me on the outside alright. Once we finish turning you back to the dark side you'll let us out of here and then everyone's gonna pay for our humiliation."
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