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Winx Club: What Are Friends For?

By eltf177

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

This story wouldn’t exist except for Lunaroki, who provided the catalyst for the following events and numerous beta-readings, making this a much stronger and better story. I also wish to thank Tante Carla, who provided valuable insight into Stormy’s thought processes. I also thank Luna for allowing me to use the witches real names from his epic story THREE WITCHES AND A SHRINK.

This story takes place during Season 1, about a week before the episode SAVE THE FIRST DANCE.

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Darcy Romanov, one of the three Trix Coven sisters, was sitting at her desk with an ancient tome of magic before her. Two days from now she would have to practice advanced transformations for her class. Both Icy and Stormy, her roommates and Coven Sisters, were already quite adept at this skill; but she, an enchantress for whom this should be second nature, still had trouble. She was hoping the book would give some alternate spells or some sort of other help. She wasn’t having much luck, though.

A loud #CRASH!# came from the other room. *Just great, I need quiet to study and I’m stuck in the middle of a war zone!*

“YOU WILL DO IT, STORMY!”, yelled Icy.

“DROP DEAD, ICY!”, Stormy yelled right back.

Darcy groaned. Those two had been fighting more often and with more venom lately. Several recent setbacks at the hands of some freshie Alfea fairies had them in deep trouble with Cloud Tower’s headmistress Miss Griffin and this seemed to be the root cause of the current crisis. Apparently this latest fight was Icy trying to force Stormy to give her some of her power so Icy could try and take on the fairies, in particular the one named Stella, again. Icy was convinced Stella was the key to the Dragonfire, and her ring in particular. Darcy wasn’t so sure Icy was even right about Stella but wasn’t about to tell Icy that. * I don’t really need her after me right now.*

All of a sudden the air grew both chill and charged. *Just friggin’ fantastic*, Darcy thought, *both are prepping spells to further wreck the place, if that’s even possible.* Their room was already a shambles from all the fighting the pair had done the last few days. It was an absolute wonder anything was still in one piece.

Sometimes she wondered why she stayed with the pair. She knew they had to work together to find and take the Dragonfire, which was essential to further conquest. But most of the time she hated having to work with Icy and Stormy. *A textbook pair of ‘Type A’ personalities, always in conflict*, Darcy thought. She tried to tune out the noise next door but failed. And she thought about her coven sisters.

*Icy. It not only describes her powers but also her nature. Cold and inflexible. A wannabe leader but without the wisdom, charisma and charm the position requires.* There were two ways of doing things: Icy’s and ‘how do you want to die’?

And Stormy. *Calling her a walking disaster area is putting it mildly.* Saying she had Anger Management issues was like saying witches and fairies had the occasional minor disagreement. *She may be small but she packs three people’s worth of mean. I don’t think she’s ever even heard the term ‘self-control’. She’s really smart and insightful but alienates everyone so badly no one sticks around long enough to discover that.*

Darcy wandered over to the bedroom and poked her head in. “Will you two give it a rest? The enemy is at Alfea, not here!” She quickly retreated as a shower of ice shards and a lightning bolt came her way.

Darcy wandered back to her desk. She could go and study in the one of Cloud Tower’s many study rooms but she preferred her own room, it was so much more comfortable. *There has to be a way to get some peace and quiet.*

Suddenly she remembered something. She opened a desk drawer, removed a key and unlocked a small cabinet next to the desk. There it was; a medium-sized, non-descript bottle containing her latest project. While in Potions Class she’d had a brainstorm. As an enchantress she naturally was interested in Love Spells and Potions. She’d taken the normal formula for a Love Potion and by modifying and casting several spells on it increased the Potion’s strength dramatically. By her calculations instead of simply turning friendship or desire into love this would turn even hate into love and any existing attraction into a raging inferno.

Her original intention had been to sneak it into the water at Alfea. The chaos of all those fairies making out with each other would have been a sight to see. Then she’d had a far better idea. Alfea had announced an upcoming dance and was inviting the boys at Red Fountain. Griffin had a contest every year with the class to see who could come up with the best way to disrupt Alfea’s dances. *Can you imagine two entire schools of already hormonally-charged teenagers and my Potion meeting?*, Darcy thought, smirking. The scandal alone would pressure many parents into bringing their kids home. And with any luck, in nine months time there could be even more little embarrassments appearing that would, with any luck, even close down the two schools.

Darcy still had some questions about it she needed answered, though. How long would it take for this stronger potion to act? Would it last longer than usual or burn itself out more quickly? And what would be the best way to administer it?

“STORMY, GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND DO IT!”

“BITE ME, ICY!”

*That’s IT!*, Darcy thought. *Time to run a field test.*

*=*=*

A few minutes later Darcy entered the room where Icy and Stormy were fighting. She set the tray with three glasses of wine she was carrying down on a small table, the only piece of furniture in the room that appeared relatively intact. Both Icy and Stormy seemed puzzled by this. She offered a glass to Icy, who scowled but took it anyway. Darcy then walked over to Stormy and offered her the second glass, which she took but with a look of pure hate in her face.

Darcy took the third glass, used a mind-blast to clean some of the glass off her damaged bed, then sat down on what was left of it. “Ladies, calm down. Drink, then let’s talk.”

Icy was glad for the respite, though. Besides, Darcy could help her convince Stormy to lend her some of her Storm powers to take on Stella and the other loser fairies at Alfea and obtain the Dragon Fire, allowing them to conquer the Realm.

Stormy was also glad for the respite. *Just what makes the ice bitch think I’ll just blindly give her some of my power? And I know damn well she wouldn’t willingly give it back.*

Icy slowly sipped Darcy’s wine, enjoying the complex flavor. *Damn, that girl does have taste in liquor*, she thought. *Of course, an enchantress does have to know about such things.*

Stormy stood on the other side of the room, having downed her glass in one throw. *It’s ok, but nothing special.* She continued to plan her next move against Icy. *Damn it all, I’m tired of taking orders from that bitch.* Every move Icy made had proved to be a disaster lately. *Hell, even Darcy would be an improvement over the ice queen.*

Darcy almost smirked, but quickly wiped it from her face. She needed to keep Icy and Stormy in the same room until the potion took effect, but also needed to leave just before it did so they would fixate on each other instead of her. This was going to be tricky.

“Ladies, what seems to be the trouble? We need to work together against those stupid Alfea fairies, not bicker with each other.”

Icy opened her mouth but Stormy spoke first. “I’m sick and tired of the ice bitch thinking she’s in charge all the time. We’re supposed to be equals here!”

“Hey, Stormy, carry your share of the load and I’ll treat you as an equal. But you’re just not leadership material.”

Darcy ducked as Stormy charged up to throw a lightning-charged tornado at the ice witch. This was getting out of hand. “Stormy, stop it!”, she yelled at the storm witch. And turning to Icy, “Icy, apologize to Stormy now!”

Icy let out a laugh. “You’re kidding, right?”

Stormy let out a scream as she let the Psycho-clone go. It was small but powerful, picking up the wreckage and much of the remaining furniture in the room. Icy quickly ducked to one side of the room, barely avoiding getting caught in it herself. The Psycho-Clone, spinning its debris, burst out the door leading to the balcony. Once outside it fell apart, dropping its contents deep into the valley below.

Darcy took one look at the remains of their bedroom, then looked at her roommates. “Fine, I’ll leave you two to clean up then”, she said as she left the room. Her hand brushed against the wall as she left.

*=*=*

Icy and Stormy stood at opposite ends of the room, just glaring at each other and not saying a word. For some reason each one felt the room getting hotter, and for some inexplicable reason each had a hard time keeping their eyes off the other.

Icy ran her eyes up and down Stormy’s body. *Damn, I never realized just how cute she is, with her green eyes and long legs. If she wasn’t so angry all the time she could have any lover she wants.*

Stormy was having an equally hard time trying not to stare at Icy. *Stars, she’s gorgeous; always has been. I guess deep down I’ve always been jealous of her. Those light-blue eyes that bore right into your soul. And I swear she had to have been poured into that dress.*

*=*=*

The potion was working overtime on the pair but Stormy had it worse; she’d chugged the entire spiked drink immediately while Icy had only sipped hers, releasing it more slowly. And Darcy had used the same amount in both drinks. Stormy’s slightly lighter body weight made her dose even more concentrated.

Stormy’s heart was racing. She couldn’t help but stare at Icy, her lust growing by the second. But her nature kept her back. *I hate Icy*, she thought, but then admitted to herself that was a lie. But she could never willingly put herself under the ice witch’s control. And worse, what if Icy rejected her? But her lust was demanding she do something.

Icy knew something was wrong, but she couldn’t help but stare at the storm witch. She looked into those green eyes and felt, what? *Damn it, I’m the ice queen. I DON’T fall in lust!* But just being in the room with Stormy was driving her mad with desire.

Now it was just a question of whose self-control would fail first.

*=*=*

Darcy sat in a long-forgotten study room, watching all this in amusement. Before she left Icy and Stormy her hand had brushed against the wall, leaving a scrying spell behind. After all, a good enchantress kept an eye on her guests at all times; making sure no conversation went unheard and no action went unobserved. *This is getting very interesting*, she thought. *They both have more self-control than I figured. Pity they don’t use it more often.* She took another sip of her wine as she watched her two Coven sisters, both in obvious distress as the potion continued to work on them. She knew who would succumb first…

She was dead wrong. *I CAN’T believe it!*, her mind screamed as she observed what happened next.

*=*=*

Icy was trembling, the potion obviously having completely worked its way through her system. She looked at Stormy and said, “Stormy, come here now.”

Stormy was also obviously affected by the potion, but stood her ground saying nothing.

Icy looked confused. Her tone softened. “Stormy, come here.”

Again, the storm witch said and did nothing.

Icy was desperate now. “Stormy, please…”

*=*=*

Stormy couldn’t believe her ears. Icy said ‘please’? Her entire body was burning up, her mind afire with desire for the ice witch. But her own nature made her stand her ground. She wanted the white-haired witch but it had to be on her terms, not Icy’s.

Finally she spoke. “No, bitch. You come to me.”

And Icy did. The potion had completely affected her higher senses now, she needed release and only Stormy could provide that. She didn’t want to obey, but her body was forcing her mind to do just that.

The white-haired witch quickly walked up to Stormy, took the blue-haired girl in her arms and attempted to kiss her. Stormy quickly broke their embrace and stepped back. “On your knees, whore. NOW!” And to her total shock Icy did so, a look of abject lust on her face.

*=*=*

Darcy stared in fascination as the scene unfolded before her. *I can’t BELIEVE this! The Ice Queen succumbed before the Poster Princess for Anger Management? This is unbelievable. This is impossible. Why am I NOT recording this?*

Darcy activated a recording device as she continued to watch her Coven sisters, completely oblivious that her right hand had slipped under her pants waist and she was now slowly running a finger up and down her moistening slit.

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*I’M in charge now*, thought Stormy. The potion may have worked on her body, but her angry mind somehow seemed to resist it. She looked down at Icy, on her knees in front of her. *You’ll pay now, you twat.*

Stormy reached down and pulled up the hem of her red mini-skirt, exposing her panties. “You know what to do, cunt”, was all she said.

Icy obediently reached up and pulled down Stormy’s panties. She was shocked to see that Stormy’s entire pubic area was completely covered with hair. *Does this girl even KNOW what a hair-removal spell is?*, thought the white-haired witch. But she didn’t care, Darcy’s potion had done its work well. Icy slid Stormy’s panties to her feet. Stormy raised her right foot and allowed Icy to slide them off her right leg, leaving them wrapped around her left foot. She then spread her legs and used her hands to pull Icy’s head towards her.

Icy had always preferred women to men and knew exactly what was required of her. Her tongue darted out and penetrated the forest between Stormy’s legs and quickly found her womanhood. She wasted no time in lapping up and down Stormy’s cunt. The gasps she heard from the storm witch let her know she was succeeding in her task.

Stormy allowed Icy a few more moments of this, then pushed the ice witch away. She looked around for a bed but saw none. She was beginning to regret her last storm when she remembered there was a large couch in the master room which should be relatively intact. “Follow me, slut.”

The ice witch got to her feet and obediently fell in behind the blue-haired witch. Stormy stepped out of her panties and led Icy into the other room. She was right, the couch was intact. Leading Icy towards it Stormy sat down and spread her legs. “You may continue, bitch.”

Icy got on her knees in front of the storm witch and began her oral ministrations anew. But she also needed release. “Please, Stormy…I need you”, she whimpered.

“That’s mistress to you, bitch”, Stormy replied. She gave Icy a dismissive wave of her hand. “However, I will allow you the pleasure of playing with yourself, you worthless twat.”

Icy continued licking Stormy while using her left hand to drive three fingers deep into her own cunt. The squishing sound carried all over the room and a small puddle began to form under the ice witch.

*=*=*

Darcy was completely mesmerized by the scene. She had placed a small chair directly in front of the larger chair she was sitting in. Her pants and panties were long since discarded and both her feet were on the small chair, her legs spread wide. She had several fingers of each hand driving themselves in and out of her twat in a frenzy. She would watch her Coven sisters, then attend to her own needs. She wished she had someone - anyone - to eat her out so she could pay full attention to the action.

*=*=*

Stormy allowed Icy to continue her lapping for a few more minutes, relieving some of the potion’s effects. Then she got an idea. “Stop, you worthless whore”, she ordered. The ice witch did so reluctantly.

Stormy walked over to her desk and found what she’d been looking for. She pulled her dress off and threw it onto her desk, leaving her only wearing her boots. She had no bra to remove, she never wore one (none of them did). She took the panties she’d removed from the desk and slid them on, not allowing Icy to see.

Icy just remained kneeling on the floor, anxiously awaiting further orders from her mistress. Deep inside her mind she was fuming, but the potion made her obey. She was now using fingers on both hands to find release, with no result.

Stormy turned around, showing Icy the water-filled strap-on dildo in the front of the panties. She walked over to the white-haired witch and placed the dildo in front of her face. “You know what to do, cunt.”

Icy obediently took the dildo in her mouth and began to thrust it in and out of her mouth to moisten it. Stormy allowed Icy a few moments for this, then pulled back. “Cast an ice spell on it, bitch”, the storm witch ordered. Icy waved her hand and the dildo was covered in frost, the water inside frozen solid. This had the effect of slightly increasing its already substantial diameter.

Stormy walked back to the couch and sat down. “Now, strip for me, slave whore. And slowly.”

Icy did as she was told, deliberately doing her best to tease her mistress. She slid the top of her dress top down while keeping her back to Stormy, slowly letting more and more skin show. She was on fire and wanted Stormy to fuck her now, but she didn’t dare disobey her mistress. The dress finally pooled around her waist and she slowly walked around Stormy, letting gravity do its work until it fell around her ankles and she stepped out of it. Finally, except for her boots, she was nude before Stormy.

“Over here now, cunt”, the storm witch ordered. Icy complied as Stormy got to her feet, the ice dildo still gleaming in the light of the room. Stormy had Icy kneel on the couch with her hands spread on the back and legs spread wide.

*I’m gonna enjoy this*, Stormy thought as she slowly pushed the dildo into the ice witch. She was going to draw this out as long as possible. She pushed about half the dildo in, then slowly withdrew it.

Icy loved the feel of the cold dildo within her. Stormy’s teasing was driving her mad. It was all she could do not to push her hips backwards as Stormy thrust forward.

Stormy kept deepening her thrusts until finally she was pushing the entire length in and out of Icy with each stroke. Her hands were on Icy’s hips, helping her to steady herself. Suddenly she thrust her hips forward violently. “TAKE IT ALL, BITCH!”, she yelled.

*=*=*

Darcy meanwhile was almost as worked up as Icy and Stormy. She’d used her magic to conjure up a dildo of her own and was manically driving it in and out between her legs. *Stars, if I EVER needed someone I need them now*, she thought as she came once again. If anyone had entered the study room at that moment; witch, fairy, specialist, even Knut and his B.O.; she’d had given them the fuck of a lifetime. She’d long since lost count of her own orgasms and was even thinking of joining Icy and Stormy.

*=*=*

Stormy kept up her maniacal thrusting as Icy screamed out, having yet another orgasm. The dildo had long since thawed and Stormy needed release of her own. She stopped fucking Icy and stepped back.

Icy didn’t know why Stormy stopped but she knew she didn’t like it. She turned around and got on her knees on the floor. “Please mistress, don’t stop.”

“No, bitch, it’s my turn”, the storm witch said as she slipped the strap-on down her legs and removed it. She handed it to the white-haired witch and ordered her to put it on. Icy did so. “Now prove yourself useful, cunt. Fuck me. Fuck me fast and fuck me hard”, she said as she knelt on the couch, her legs and arms spread.

Icy never hesitated but slid the tip of the well-lubricated dildo through Stormy’s lush jungle and into her steaming cunt. Obeying her mistress’ orders she drove the dildo in fully with each thrust, bouncing off Stormy’s ass each time.

Stormy let out a grunt, groan or moan with each thrust, her passion quickly building. Finally her body shook violently and the walls reverberated with her scream. She fell limp against the couch but Icy, having received no orders to stop, did not do so but continued to thrust in and out of the blue-haired witch. Stormy just grunted with each thrust and soon had a second and even more powerful orgasm. “No more, Icy”, she managed to mutter. Icy obediently withdrew and stood back from the couch. Deep in her mind she was still furious, but another part of her hoped she’d pleased her mistress.

Stormy rolled over and motioned for Icy to come to her. The ice witch did so and was overjoyed when Stormy wrapped her arms around her. She immediately reciprocated and the two shared a passionate kiss. Stormy managed to steady herself enough to cast a levitation spell to bring over a blanket from the closet. She pulled it over the two of them and they quickly fell asleep, Icy still wearing the dildo.

*=*=*

Darcy watched the pair drift off to sleep. Her entire body ached and she was as spent as Icy and Stormy. She didn’t want to sleep in the study room, however, so she managed to drag herself back to their room. She watched as the two lovers lay in each others arms on the couch. *Stars, was that a show!*, she thought as she pulled a few cushions from the soft chairs in the room and took them into the bedroom to fashion a makeshift bed.

*=*=*

Darcy had a dream she was freezing to death. When she woke up she quickly realized it would have been better if she had. Everything but her head was encased in ice and she was stuck against the bedroom wall. Stormy, fully dressed, just stood there grinning at her. “Wakey wakey Darcy! And how’d you sleep?”

*=*=*

A few minutes later Stormy yelled out, “Hey Icy, she’s awake!” Icy came strolling in, also fully dressed and fire burning in her eyes. She held a bottle in her hands. “This what you used?”, she spat out.

Darcy was in trouble and she knew it. She nodded.

“What to do with you? I suppose I could give some of this to Knut and let him have his way with you. Or how about I give some to you and then dump you naked at Alfea, or better yet Red Fountain?”

Darcy just stared at Icy, saying nothing.

“Say something!”

“Certainly, Icy. I’ll tell you exactly what you’re going to do. You’re going to release me, apologizing sweetly over and over for mistreating me.”

Icy let out a maniacal laugh. “And just what in the nine hells makes you think THAT’S going to happen?!?”

“Because if you don’t; before the sun reaches zenith a certain recording will be delivered to Griffin, a few of our classmates, five fairies at Alfea and the entire student body at Red Fountain. Need I say more?”

The look on Stormy’s face was priceless. “Darcy, you wouldn’t!”, the storm witch yelled.

“Try me…”, the enchantress said with venom in her voice.

Stormy walked over to Icy. “Icy, we have to let her go!”

“She’s bluffing!”

“Maybe…”, Darcy said. “You really willing to take that chance?”

“Icy, we’d better let her go”, the storm witch said.

“No.”

“Icy, you have to realize that recording makes you look far worse off than me. Could you really stand the humiliation?”

Icy just stood silently for a moment, contemplating. Finally she walked out, heading towards the main room and still carrying the potion. “Fine, you let her go.”

*=*=*

Stormy and Darcy listened until they heard the hallway door open and close. “She’s gone”, said Stormy. “That went better than I’d hoped.”

“OK, Stormy, spill. Why’d you help me with that story? I told you there wasn’t a recording. I was going to make one but somehow I didn’t turn the recorder on when I thought I had.”

“I’ll tell you Darcy, but first…” Stormy raised her hand and a thick cloud formed around the pair, completely obscuring the room. “Just want to make sure this conversation remains private.” The storm witch walked over to where Darcy was still entombed against the wall. She took the enchantress’ face in her hands and gave her a tender kiss.

Darcy’s eyes bugged out. “Why did you do that?”

“Just wanted to thank you for last night.”

Darcy’s mind was reeling. “WHAT?!?” It reeled even more when a tear slowly trickled out of Stormy’s right eye.

“Because I love her, I always have”, she said as she started to remove the ice around the enchantress. “I hate men, I loathe my so-called father, I friggin’ DESPISE fairies; but I, Amanda Stormwind, am desperately in love with Bethany Darkholme. But she’ll never love me, not like she loves you.”

“Loves me?”, Darcy said with a straight face, not daring to offend Stormy.

“Oh come on! You two have been having a torrid affair for almost two years now!”

“YOU KNOW?!?”, Darcy yelled.

“Hey, I’m your roommate and coven member! You really thought you could hide any secrets from me?”

Darcy remained silent for a moment. “No, I guess not”, she finally said.

“Do you love her?”, Stormy quietly asked the enchantress as she continued to remove the ice.

Darcy again remained silent for a moment. “No, Stormy, I don’t. I’ve told her that too. I’ll be her lover but I’m not in love with her, nor will I ever be. I’ve always preferred men to women.”

A second tear trickled down Stormy’s face. “She loves you the way I love her. And you don’t love her the same way she doesn’t love me.”

“So last night…”

“…Was something I never expected to happen. Icy’s convinced the potion was wholly responsible, but I was already in love with her, even though I kept telling myself I wasn’t. And she’ll never know.”

*Wait. Stormy was already in love with Icy and still withstood the potion longer than Icy? That proves it, Stormy has a LOT more self-control than she shows.* “Stormy…I…I…don’t know exactly what to say. Maybe I can put in a word for you with Icy…”

“No, don’t bother. It’ll never work. We had last night, and now I’ve got blackmail material on her for years, even without a recording.”

“What will Icy do with the potion?”, Darcy asked.

“She said she’d destroy it. But knowing her, I’d watch what I eat and drink for a while.” Stormy finally got enough of the ice removed so that Darcy could move. Darcy was shivering and she almost fell on the floor when Stormy, who never willingly helped anyone, wrapped a blanket around her.

“I think you’d better take a long, hot shower to warm up”, the storm witch said.

“Stormy, I could whip up another batch of potion…”, Darcy said through chattering teeth.

“No. If it ever happened again Icy would get suspicious, then vengeful. I have my memories, which I’ll cherish forever. Oh, by the way; if you EVER tell ANYBODY about this I’ll cast a thunderstorm spell so far up your ass…”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul some of your ‘hate the whole world’ persona is just an act.” Darcy started to head for the bathroom, then turned around. “Say Stormy, care to join me?”, she said seductively as she winked.

Stormy just stood there for a second. She then walked up to Darcy and kissed her. “OK, but just this once. Wouldn’t want you getting any ideas I’m easy or anything…”

Darcy just wrapped an arm around Stormy and laughed as the two headed for the shower. “Hey, if I can’t make you forget about Icy then I’m not worthy of being an enchantress!”

*=*=*

She had made a recording, of course. *Years from now I’ll give a copy to Stormy as a birthday present. And I can always use it to blackmail Icy into doing whatever I ask. A copy or five might even make their way to Alfea. And I KNOW it’d be a HUGE hit at Red Fountain! I’d be able to retire on those royalties alone!*

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