The Thaw

Icy was quiet all the way back to Cloud Tower. Darcy and Stormy just assumed it was annoyance over losing to a fairy and tried to boost her spirits by engaging her in ranting about the situation and plotting how to get even for this latest defeat, but for some reason Icy seemed uninterested in such talk for once and practically bit their heads off when they wouldn't stop bugging her about it. That finally got them to shut up and leave her alone.

When they arrived at Cloud Tower Stormy went off in search of someone to harass. After Baltor's defeat last year the three of them had been sentenced to a second stint in Light Haven but had managed to escape and concoct a brew that would spread its vapors upon the breeze and erase everyone's memories so that nobody would remember what they had done. Thanks to the intervention of the Winx Club that plan had backfired upon them, erasing their memories instead. The Council had decided since they had no memory of their crimes it would be wrong to punish them and elected to send them back to Cloud Tower instead in the hope of rehabilitating them as proper witches. With no memories of their previous education they had been re-enrolled as freshmen. Many of the younger witches who hadn't been at CT during the time prior to the Trix being expelled thought it was hilarious to have college age girls as high school freshmen and delighted in taunting and tormenting them. While Icy, Darcy and Stormy were being very careful not to let on that their memories had since come back, Stormy was taking great enjoyment in educating the newbies as to why the Trix were nobody to mess around with.

With Stormy otherwise occupied for a while, Darcy decided to try cheering Icy up in her own way. Once the hallway door closed behind them she rounded on Icy and snaked her arms around the ice witch's neck.

"Alone at last. Now let's see if we can't do something to lighten your mood."

Icy placed both hands on Darcy's shoulders and pushed her away.

"Knock it off Darcy. I'm not in the mood."

Darcy turned sideways to her, placed a fingertip on her lower lip and gave Icy a "you know you want this" gaze.

"But Icy, I've been such a naughty girl today. I think I deserve a spanking."

She leaned forward with her hands braced on her knees and wiggled her rump invitingly. Icy stepped past her, heading for the bedroom.

"Go spank yourself then. I'm turning in."

Darcy blinked in astonishment and straightened up. Spank-me games were among Icy's favorite forms of sex play. If she was passing up an opportunity to spank the lovely enchantress then something was seriously bugging her. She followed the ice witch into the bedroom and leaned against the door post with her arms folded.

"So ya gonna tell me what's eating you?"

Icy already had her top off and was sliding down her mini-skirt as she turned to glance at the enchantress.

"It's none of your business."

Darcy pushed off the door frame and slipped her own top off, tossing it aside casually. Like Icy she wasn't wearing a bra, but for different reasons. Icy's halter top provided ample support without one, while Darcy favored backless tops that would lose some of their impact if there were a bra strap across her back. Kicking off her shoes she quickly shucked her bell-bottom pants, leaving her in just her panties. She sauntered over to Icy, who was already pulling her night clothes on. She snuggled up to Icy's back and put her arms around the white-haired witch.

"Talk to me Icy. Whatever's on your mind is making you miserable company, and I don't do miserable."

Icy turned her head to scowl at her room mate. Something about Darcy's expression made her sigh and roll her eyes.

"Alright, fine. Look, there's this girl, and I wanna seduce her, but I'm not sure how."

Darcy didn't let her surprise show on her face. Icy wanted to seduce a girl? And she didn't know how? That didn't sound like her at all.

"What's the problem? I've seen you bed lots of girls before we hooked up. What, are you afraid your skills are rusty?"

Icy lifted Darcy's arms off of her and turned to sit down on the edge of her bed.

"That's not it. This girl is different from the ones I've gone after in the past."

Darcy sat down beside her, completely unfazed by the disparity in their respective states of dress and undress.

"How so?"

Icy turned her hand palm-up.

"Well for starters she's disgustingly nice and thoughtful."

Darcy pulled a face at that.

"Blech. Sounds like you're going after a fairy or something."

Icy turned her face away.

"Yeah. She's a fairy alright."

A wicked smile lit up Darcy's face.

"Oh, I get it. You're gonna lead her on and then break her heart once she's head-over-heels for you, right?"

Icy's eyes opened wide with surprise, then she turned to the enchantress with a devious smile.

"Yeah. That's it exactly. Darcy, you're the expert in this area. How do I bag an Alphea fairy and make her beg for it?"

Darcy leaned forward, folding her arms across her knees.

"That depends. How well does this girl know you?"

Icy frowned and looked down at the floor.

"Pretty well I guess. I'm actually still rather surprised she gave me that rose."

Darcy sat up straight and stared at the ice witch in surprise.

"Wait! You're going after Layla? She's like one of your worst enemies. You think just because she gave you a flower that means she likes you now?"

Icy winced. What a stupid thing for her to say! Of course Darcy would put the pieces together. She wasn't dealing with Stormy here. Darcy had an actual brain. She'd have to be careful not to give the enchantress any reason to suspect that the attraction might run both ways. She turned her head to glance at the nearly naked witch beside her.

"Of course not! That just got me wondering. That's why I went back to Layla's dressing room to confront her and see what the deal was."

Darcy leaned back, propping her arms on the bed behind her, sub-consciously putting herself on more prominent display.

"And what did you find out?"

Icy turned herself to face the enchantress, propping herself on one arm as she drank in the lovely sight of the brunette's naked flesh.

"She's got feelings for me alright, and they're all conflicted. I gave her a kiss to see how she'd react. She actually stopped me from leaving and kissed me back, but when I asked her if she wanted more she said she couldn't because of her boyfriend."

Darcy lay back fully across the bed, propping herself up on her side with her head on her hand, grinning with wicked delight.

"If she was so concerned about her boyfriend she shouldn't have been kissing you in the first place. You're right. She's majorly mixed up about how she feels about you. Sounds like she's ripe for the picking."

Icy lay down on her side as well, matching Darcy's pose and expression in mirror image.

"My thoughts exactly. So how do I reel her in?"

Darcy stroked her chin with a thoughtful frown.

"This is going to be tricky. She's got plenty of reason to dislike and distrust you. She's going to be looking for any excuse to bolt. For this to work you're gonna have to send all the right signals without a single misstep."

Icy gave a sober nod.

"What do I need to do?"

Darcy locked eyes with her.

"First, you're gonna have to drop all your usual defenses. Be approachable. Be vulnerable. Girls like her really go for that. You don't need to become a crybaby or anything but steer clear of defensiveness and anger around her. Let her see the you that you don't show anybody else, not even me. Remember, she likes you, as improbable as that seems. That means you are the best bait to lure her in. Stick with the amnesia act we've got going on. That'll help. Try not to come off as fake though. Stick to real reactions as much as possible, just not always your first reaction. Try to make her see you as someone who's worth caring about."

Icy looked like she had a mouth full of sour lemonade and couldn't make up her mind whether or not to spit it out.

"I think I see what you're getting at. It sounds kind of pathetic, but I think I can do that. What about the boyfriend angle? Won't he be a problem?"

Darcy nodded and laid her hand on the bed between them.

"He'll definitely be a consideration. For right now try not to compete with him. Give it some time to let your hooks sink in deeper before you start making her have to choose between you and him. In fact try to stay away from the romantic angle altogether at first. She needs to start trusting you and caring about you more than she does before it'll be safe to even approach that aspect. Give her time to develop her feelings for you separately from her feelings for him for now. You'll need to strengthen your connection with her a lot before you're ready to take him on."

Icy laid her hand upon Darcy's and started stroking her hand, wrist and forearm.

"Alright. But what about her friends? I think Bloom and Stella especially aren't going to like me hanging around their friend."

Darcy took Icy's hand and laid it upon her bare breast.

"Give them the same act you're giving Layla. Play up the amnesia angle hard. Remember, it's not fair of them to judge you for crimes you don't even know you committed. You're just trying to develop a positive relationship with someone you really like. If they won't give you a chance they're being selfish and judgmental. Play it off right and Layla herself will come to your defense."

She gave the ice witch a wicked grin.

"Hell, you might just split the Winx Club wide open. Bust 'em up from the inside."

Icy returned the smile with interest and a firm squeeze to Darcy's breast.

"Now that sounds like a plan."

She leaned in to place a firm bite on the upper swell of Darcy's breast. The enchantress rolled her head back and moaned in pleasure. As Icy proceeded to sexually molest and dominate the sultry enchantress she imagined it was Layla whose breasts she was mauling, whose panties she was tearing off, whose sopping pussy she was plunging three fingers deep inside. As much as she enjoyed sex with Darcy she couldn't wait until it was the dark-skinned water fairy writhing beneath her, shouting out her name, crying out in pain and ecstasy as she flipped her over her lap and smacked her ass red. Hell, maybe she could have them both at once, make Layla eat out Darcy while she reamed her ass with a strap-on.

By the time they were finished both witches were exhausted and Darcy was so sore she had to hobble back to her own bed. Icy didn't even bother to put her night clothes back on, drifting off to sleep with pleasant images of the princess of Tides tied and strung up like a piñata drifting through her fevered imagination.