And another part of Nasty Pixie Tale.

Hey there Peeps!

And, here’s another bit. I wrote most of this chapter as I sat waiting for my job interview at the school. I was early and they were late, so I had a LOT of time. 😉 Almost asked the English teacher to check my spelling. 😛

Have a good one and enjoy!

Alyss

Nasty Pixie Tale Part 7

It took an hour for the Nasties to get settled into something that resembled order.

The Great Ear Argument of 2010 was disbanded when Alyss finally lost her temper with the group and marched in like a play ground school teacher, snatching the jar from Kylie’s hands and shoving it into Mud’s after opening the lid. When Kylie tried to protest, Alyssa merely pointed a finger at her and gave her the Look which she had perfected during her time as a riding instructor. Even Tiffany seemed to settle down after that and appeared more relaxed when the group started exploring the cottage.

In theory, they had everything that they needed there. There were enough places for people sleep on (though some would have to share) and it had a kitchen equipped with the needed basic utensils. There was provision for electricity, but further exploration revealed that there was sadly nothing to power up the house with. Tiffany popped up in and around them as they bustled around, her demeanour changing from a pleasant, introspective young woman to a somewhat wrathful spirit. It became very clear after several incidents that they had to make sure that Tiffany or Mud was alright with their actions before they tried to touch or look at anything in the house. Mud gave her permission with her calm, amused zombie air and eventually patiently told Tiffany that the Nasties were welcome in the house and could do whatever they wanted as long as they kept it either decent or secret.

Tiffany was an anomaly that took some getting used to. There was a definitive part in her that was very schizophrenic, as if her true self and her ghostly self didn’t quite communicate very well. Like roommates who worked different hours. She was a force to be reckoned with when worked up, her protective streak surpassing all reason. Yet, when calm, she was wonderful to be with (as opposed to interesting when she was worked up), having the same otherworldly view of situations as Mud did. Her ghostly eyes seemed to see everything and when she smiled it was as if at a joke that none of them understood. She told them that she had come to awareness in the cottage and that she had been quite content to be there, not really questioning her own presence until she had been provoked by the attempted break in. She could not leave the cottage, her reach stretching only as far as the porch. That didn’t seem to trouble her as much as it did the others who also eventually came to the conclusion that she didn’t really grasp that she was dead.

Nobody felt like breaking it to her.

Although they seemed to have everything that they needed to make themselves comfortable, the Nasties were faced with a rather daunting problem. There was no food in the house and as Marsha pointed out dejectedly, it was all very well having everything that you needed to prepare a three course meal, if you didn’t have any ingredients. By this time, most of them had gone a whole day without eating and the strain of it was beginning to show. Even foul tempered Alyssa confessed that caffeine withdrawal was to blame for part of her general irritation with the world. At the mention of food, everybody once again couldn’t help but spare a glance at Mud, who was the only one besides Tiffany who didn’t seem affected by hunger. Even Antonio got a few odd looks every now and again and Kylie tactfully wondered whether Alyss was a vampire bat or a fruit eating bat.

Everybody tactfully covered up their necks after the remark.

The only option that seemed open to the Nasties were for Antonio, Marsha and Kylie to try and see if they could hunt something to bring back. Mud and Phil were to go on a foraging expedition of their own to try and see if they could find any edible plant material and Alyssa elected to remain behind with Tiffany to keep the spectre company.

Antonio, Marsha and Kylie travelled together in a small group as they went into the forest, their senses on high alert as they searched for any signs of something living. Marsha was the first to speak as they moved out of sight of the cottage, her tail low with anticipation.

“You know,” she said mildly. “I hate to sound like a stick in the mud but, I don’t think I can kill anything. I mean, it’s all very well saying that we can hunt but… Killing something? I don’t think my instincts are that far developed to just kick in and help me do it.” She glanced at Antonio who huffed out a tiger breath and paused to smell the air.

“True,” he said, sounding calm but his anticipation showing in his tail as it twitched left and right. “It’s a bit… Barbaric. My suggestion would be that we try another stream or something like that to fish in. I’m sure we’ll have more luck this time with only three of us hanging around it.”

Kylie laughed and shook her head, but they didn’t miss the relief in her voice. “You guys have no imagination,” she said but winked and gently touched each Nasty’s head before she fell back to look in the cottage’s direction. “You think they are alright on their own?”

Marsha made a considering sound and rose to her hind legs but Antonio smiled and nodded. “I think any one of the Nasties we have here at the moment are formidable.” He intoned. “I would hate to mess with anybody.”

Marsha stretched her back before dropping back to all fours. “Do you think that we should go and look for the others?” she queried. “Like Suzanne, Jenn and Aheila? I’d hate to see them out by themselves at night.”

Antonio huffed and motioned to them to follow him as he trotted ahead. “Again,” he said when they were moving forward in a slow jog, “they are three people who are very capable of taking care of themselves. I think they’ll come to us.”

Kylie sighed happily and looked wistful as they stopped at a stream. “This is the most fun I’ve had in a long time,” she confessed. “So, what are we looking for?”

Antonio rose up on his hind legs and stared into the water, his hands in his hips. “Anything edible,” he said and looked at the clear reflection of the water. He could see the sky reflected in it and looked up, past the trees. Marsha looked at him with a small smile and waded into the water for a drink, her sharp wolf eyes scanning the rocks for any movements. Kylie moved a little upstream and proceeded to start turning over rocks, laughing with delight whenever she discovered something that protested being disturbed. Antonio in turn took off his shirt and also waded into the water a little bit more downstream. For a while, as the light continued to fade and darkness settled around them, the area was filled with the delighted and frustrated sounds of the Nasties’ fishing expedition. Antonio, after spending a few frustrating moments chasing after a small school of fish, found a perch on a rock and proceeded to try and ‘scoop’ the fish out of the water that swam his way as they fled from Marsha (his tail swishing beside him in a very obvious cat-like manner…). The wolf managed to catch one in her mouth, but confessed that it was quite by accident and proceeded to help Antonio. Kylie continued searching through the rocks until she was some distance from the two animals. The water was clearer there and she soon lost interest in the rocks and crabs and proceeded to look up as the stars started to appear in the heavens one by one. When she noticed one moving above her she grinned and ran to the others, keeping an eye on the slow moving light.

“Look guys!” she said. “A shooting star or… Comet or something.”

Antonio purposefully ‘missed’ a fish and sent a spray of water in Kylie’s direction before looking up. “That strange,” he said. “It moves very slowly.”

Marsha, who had moved out of the water and was sitting next to the bank drying her clothes, looked up and frowned. “That’s not a star you guys,” she said and got up quickly. “That’s…”

She was interrupted by a rather loud splash as Kylie dove Antonio off of the rock and into the water. “You two!” she snapped. “I think that’s an airship! Get up, you’ll be soaked!”

The two Nasties stopped grappling and looked up. Kylie looked up with a frown as she picked herself up out of the water and made her way to the bank. “All I can see is a moving light,” she confessed. “Antonio?”

Antonio stood up, water dripping from his fur, and squinted up at the sky. The two women watched as his face changed from confusion to happy recognition. “It is!” he said. “And I can think of only one person it could be!”

Kylie paused from squeezing out her ninja mask and looked up. “Suzanne!” she said delighted. “We’ve got to get her attention! Come on!” She started running with Antonio and Marsha quickly following suite, their caught fish forgotten.

The three raced after the light until the trees became too thick to see it. This didn’t deter Kylie though as she scrambled into one of the threes and scared it to the top. “Suzanne!” They heard her call. “Suzanne, down here!”

Marsha and Antonio continued to race in the direction the light had been moving which – coincidently – was also in the direction of the clubhouse. “I don’t think she’ll hear or see Kylie,” Marsha pointed out as she made her way through the undergrowth. “Hopefully she’ll notice the clubhouse.”

Antonio growled beside her as he leapt over a rotten log. “Not if she doesn’t see it,” he said. “I don’t knjow if the others have managed to find some lamps. We need to get her attention!”

They ran a couple of more strides then drew up short when Kylie dropped down in front of them.

“I don’t think she’s seen me!” she said frustrated. “I’m not high enough and, judging by her trajectory, she might just miss the clubhouse! If only I can get closer to her but ninjas can’t fly!”

The moment she said it the three of them looked at each other, a single thought bouncing between them. When Antonio started grinning, there was a hint of feline villainy in his eyes. “Kylie, you follow that light,” he said. “Don’t lose it. We’ll go get Alyssa…”

To Be Continued…

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NastyPixieTale Continued…

Hey guys,

Once again – getting a little Nasty tonight. I’ve got time to kill for writing because i’m waiting for my Beta to get back to me about a chapter I wrote for my one story. To those reading this from fanfiction.net, it’s for the Healer’s Touch and I’ll tell you ALL about it later. 😉

For now, here’s the next instalment of our NastyPixie tale. Another one joins the ranks. J

Nasty Pixie Tale Part 6

The Nasties watched as Mud lurched to the door and opened the door with her precise zombie movements. There was a wail from the inside of the cottage and the rest of the group could hear cupboards being opened and shut.

“Awaaay!” The ghost started wailing again. “Staay! Awaaay!” There was a terrible noise from inside the house as things started moving around and furniture was slammed against the walls. The poltergeist acting ghost tried to slam the door in Mud’s face but the zombie effectively put her foot in the door.

“None of that now!” she said sharply. “You’ll break something.”

“I think that’s the idea,” Alyss muttered under her breath. “Kylie!”

Antonio quickly grabbed the ninja as she stood up again and this time kept her pinned to the ground. “Give them space,” he growled. Kylie sighed defeated and rolled her eyes.

The temperature in the area dropped considerably, causing the Nasties to draw closer together unconsciously. Mud however, remained standing, her face locked with determination.

“You don’t scare me,” she said patiently. “So I suggest you calm down and show yourself.”

The windows rattled as the voice shrilled menacingly. “Stay away from this house!”

Mud snorted. “If you can hear me you can be reasoned with,” she said. “Now, show yourself. Quietly. You might break a window. I think breaking my neck’s enough for one day.”

There was a definitive pause in the activity as the ghost seemed to consider this statement. “I cannot let anyone in,” the ghost said – her voice a little bit more reasonable. “This is my house to protect. Mine.”

“Possessive spectre isn’t she?” Marsha whispered under her breath. Kylie, who was still being pinned by Antonio, glanced at her and nodded.

“If she haunts this place she probably feels compelled to protect it. It’s completely instinctive. She sees this house as hers.”

“Ah well,” Mud said, smiling her half smile. “Then this is my house because something in here belongs to me.”

Everybody looked at the zombie surprised and for the first time, a faint outline appeared in the doorway. “Yours?” the ghost said surprised.

“Yes,” Mud said calmly and pushed what was left of her hair away from her head. “My ear.”

There was a communal feeling of shock as the group stared at Mud’s head to the spot where her ear was supposed to be. “And,” Mud continued, oblivious to their horror. “If something of mine is in this house, it means this house is mine by rights and I’m allowed to come in. Unless of course you can dispute that you were here before me. Which I don’t think you were because my ear’s been in here for as long as you.”

“Ah…” Without warning the ghost became corporal, her pale face scrunched up in worry. She wasn’t quite as tall as Mud, but looked up at the undead with a look of bewilderment. “What are you?”

Mud smiled and let her hair drop back. “I am Mud,” she said. “And you are?”

The ghost sniffed and pushed a strand of purple hair behind her ear. “Confused,” she said. “Completely.”

Mud smiled and tried to pat the ghost on the soldier. She didn’t flinch or show any reaction when her arm passed right through the spectre and rather lurched into the house, straight through the young woman. “You can join the club my dear,” she said and moved to a jar that was standing on the bookcase. “The Nasty Club. Do you have a name?”

“TIFFANY!”

Kylie managed to squirm out of Antonio’s grip and jumped towards the ghost. “Great tattoo!”

For a moment, Tiffany’s face contorted with anger and her appearance became less corporal. “You tried to break into my house!” Kylie chuckled and shrugged.

“You really do this ghost thing well!”

Tiffany blinked and became more corporal, the heart on her cheek becoming more visible. “Oh sorry!” She said. “I don’t know why that happens. I just become so angry when I feel that people are touching my property. Are you with…” She motioned to the zombie who was struggling to open a jar. “Mud?”

Kylie grinned and nodded. “We’re all with Mud,” she said and motioned to the others. “Come on everybody, I think she’s… tame.”

Tiffany looked at the others with a frown on her pitched face, the tiny heart on her cheek almost glowing. “I still don’t know who you all are,” she confessed. “And what… the hell are those?!” She disappeared quite suddenly, only to reappear behind Marsha, Antonio and Alyssa. The three turned around surprised and looked at the ghost who was looking at them with equal fascination.

“Nasties,” Phil offered as he stepped forward with a small smile from where he had been hiding. “We’re the Nasty Nine Tiffany. Or… The Nasty Seven at this stage but I’m sure the others will pop up at some point. Do you remember Kylie’s drawings?”

The ghost thought for a moment then blinked as it dawned on her. She became less corporal, but smiled suddenly and stepped closer. “Of course!” she said. “Oh, that does make a lot of sense. Wow,” she laughed suddenly. “Hello guys! I’m so sorry for acting the way I did, I don’t know what comes over me.”

Antonio relaxed, though his feline tail remained twitching as he stepped forward and offered his hand to Tiffany. “Totally acceptable behaviour for a ghost.” He said with a smile. “Hello Tiffany, it’s great to see you.”

Tiffany smiled and reached out to take his paw like hand but hers went right through his. “Antonio right?” she queried then looked at her hand. “Oh dear – that doesn’t happen every day.”

Antonio chuckled, if a bit uncomfortably, and shrugged. “It’s not the weirdest thing that’s happened today. Let me introduce you to the gang. This is Phil,” he pointed to the green haired young man who waved good naturedly. “Marsha and…” Tiffany disappeared without warning and seconds later, another ghostly wail shook the cottage.

“Leeaave thaaat aloooone!”

Antonio and Marsha quickly rushed into the house to see what was going on, but Phil remained where he was, his expression sceptical as he heard a crash from inside the room. He looked at Alyssa who was looking out towards the forest where they had come from. The light was changing slowly to the soft colours of dusk, touching the cottage with a warm glow.

Alyssa sighed and looked at the not so naked anymore Nasty.

“Think she’s got an off switch?” she queried without mentioning names.

Phil smiled at her and shook his head as he walked closer to the door. From inside the house, the two could hear Kylie wail. “But it’s a human-zombie ear! I just want to see…”

“It just wouldn’t be the same,” Phil said wistfully and motioned inside the cottage where Tiffany was hovering over Kylie who was holding the jar with Mud’s ear in it. The zombie was leaning against a book case, looking placid as Kylie shook the jar at Tiffany. The ghost was clearly furious, though barely corporal as all the doors in the house rattled. Marsha and Antonio were looking around for something to distract either Kylie or Tiffany with, though neither was having any luck as the two were completely focused on each other. “Now, tell me you’re not impressed with this sight.”

Alyss smiled slightly and stepped closer, looking through the window at her strange friends. “The zombie, the ninja, the ghost, the tiger and the dog,” she started. “It’s like a bad bar joke.” She sighed again and smiled at Phil, motioning to him to step aside so that she could get into the house. “One, I have to confess, I’m happy to be a part of.”

Phil grinned at her as she walked past then hollered over her shoulder.

“Kylie! Put that down!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

Nasty Pixie Tale Continued…

Hey guys!

I believe that this is part 5 of my Nasty Pixie Tale. The previous one was mistakenly labled 3 (and it was really 4). I’m back into writing mode and thought that I’d start off with this. I did and completed Script Frenzy, which turned out not to be as difficult as I thought. Really, it was actually quite easy though I’ll be the first to confess that the quality of my product leaves much to be desired. But, more of that later. For now – I return you to the adventures of the Nasties. Enjoy.

Nasty Pixie Tale Part 5.

The Nasties were moving again.

After a quick trek to the stream Antonio had discovered for a drink, some failed fishing and a rest, Antonio pulled them up and started herding them through the forest. His pace was considerably quicker than before, fuelled by an excitement he wouldn’t share with them lest he ruined the surprise. On the odd occasion, he’d run ahead to make sure he was on the right track, followed closely by Kylie and Marsha who seemed to revel in the increased pace – enjoying the strength of their new bodies.

Mud too lumbered forward with a slow but steady Zombie gait that allowed her to keep up with the group. Alyssa tried her best to remain with them but continued to fall behind until a now fully clothes Phil offered to piggy back her. It bore testament to her exhaustion when she accepted his help without protest.

Kylie glanced back to where Phil and Mud were walking before bounding ahead to where Antonio had trotted to an up rise, sniffing the air.

“Antonio-kun, you really ate ground on your last scouting trip,” she said by way of greeting. “How did you manage that?”

Antonio, who was still standing on all fours, smiled and unconsciously stretched his back, digging his very tiger like claws into the ground. “This body’s not just for show,” he purred.

Marsha snorted and gave him a sharp thump with her tail as she walked by him to look around. “Where are you taking us Antonio,” she queried. “Phil wants to know, as do we all really.”

Antonio glanced back to see Phil and Mud start up the hill, his light green hair flashing in the sunlight. Alyss’s wings were folded around him like a blanket and she seemed to be asleep. The young man didn’t seem to have any trouble carrying her and was making a joke with Mud, though his face was covered in sweat.

“We’re almost there,” Antonio said and turned around, standing upright as he did so. “You’ll see there’s a clearing just up ahead, that’s what we’re aiming for. And, I’m not saying, telling you would be like reading ahead in a book to see what’s going to happen next. That’s not how I tell my stories.”

Kylie laughed. “So you’re a spoiler free Antonio?”

Antonio smiled and turned to Phil. “Something like that, should I take her for a bit?”

Phil tossed some of his hair out of his eyes and shook his head, shifting his burden into a more comfortable position. She was indeed sleeping and their talking didn’t seem to hinder her at all.

“Nah, I’m alright. These wings are hot but other than that she’s no effort.” He looked around. “Are we there yet?”

Mud stopped with them and looked around, a small smile on her half rotten mouth. “I think we’re close,” she stated to which Antonio frowned.

“How do you figure?”

Mud tapped her skull. “Zombie sense.”

The group gave her a puzzled look then turned to Antonio. “So?” Marsha queried.

Antonio only grinned and dropped down to all fours again. “Come on, just a little bit further.” He trotted off, leaving the rest behind to roll their eyes at each other.

“Antonio the Adventurer,” Mud said dryly. “He seems to be enjoying himself.”

Marsha grinned at her and dropped down to all fours herself. “Aren’t we all?” she confessed and turned to Phil. “You sure you alright?” When Phil nodded she wagged her tail and trotted after Antonio. Kylie looked at them and got a wicked glint in her eyes.

“Bugger this,” she said. “I don’t have to stay behind them. I’m off to see what Antonio’s hiding. See ya!”

She leapt up into one of the trees, leaving the two conscious Nasties staring after their friends. Mud sighed patiently and started lumbering forward. “The living has no patience,” she said and glanced at the sleeping Alyss. “Think she’s nocturnal?”

Phil chuckled and started moving with her. “Would be interesting if she is, her sleeping patterns never matched with ours. What’s it like to be a zombie Mud?”

The carcass grinned. “Enlightening, what’s it like to be able to go invisible?”

Despite himself, Phil blushed. “Draughty.”

Antonio and Marsha waited for them at the edge of the clearing, both frowning when they did a headcount.

“Where’s Kylie?” Antonio asked, but before Phil could answer there was a shout from the clearing.

“It’s the clubhouse!! I swear!! It’s the clubhouse!!”

They looked up to see Kylie running towards them, her ninja mask unable to hide her glee. “Antonio you found our house!” Behind her, they could see the faint outline of a small house at the furthest edge of the clearing. Kylie ran up to them but, instead of slowly down, she leapt onto Antonio and glomped him to the ground. Grinning, she hugged the tiger. “You found our clubhouse!”

Antonio laughed as he pushed her off, accepting a helping paw from Marsha who pulled him up. “It might not be ours,” he tried to calm the ninja down. “But, it’s… Familiar sort of. I didn’t take time to explore it, I figured it would be something we can do together. And the door’s locked.”

Kylie grinned and pushed herself up. “I can fix that!” she exclaimed. “I’m sure I have ninja lock picking skillz!” She ran back to the cottage yelling; “We have a house!”

Marsha looked after her then at Phil. “Was there anybody there? Any new Nasties?”

Antonio shook his head and started to follow Kylie, motioning the others to walk with him. “No, I couldn’t see or smell anybody.” He paused for a moment, making Mud raise her only eyebrow.

“But?” she queried.

Antonio shrugged. “I couldn’t help but feel that that place is occupied. But, it wasn’t.” He hesitated and looked at Kylie who had already reached the house and was working on the door. Marsha made a considering sound in the back of her throat almost touching on being a growl and lifted up her tail.

“Maybe we should hurry down to her,” she said softly. “We don’t know what’s out here. And I mean, she might be a ninja but… she’s still our responsibility.”

Phil stepped forward. “Maybe I should go in first,” he offered. “I sneak in without alerting anybody to my presence…”

“I’VE OPENED IT!”

Mud shook her head and rolled her eye. “Great plan, late execution,” she said. “Come on, before she hurts anything. Go on you two, we’ll catch up.” She nodded as Antonio and Marsha sped down to where Kylie was slowly pushing open the door.

When the two animals joined Kylie she grinned and opened the door completely, stepping into the house confidently. “Hello?” she called. “Anybody in here?!”

Antonio rose up onto his hide feet and put his paw on Kylie’s shoulder. “Wait for the other’s kiddo,” he said with a small smile. “It’s only fair…”

A flower pot sailed out of the house and would’ve hit Antonio had Kylie not reacted instinctively and kicked it out of the way.

“Damn!” Marsha snapped as she dove both of them to the ground and pulled them out of the way as another pillow came sailing out of the door.

“Staaay… Awaaay…” A disembodied voice rose up around them. “Staaay… Awaaay…”

Both Antonio and Marsha seemed to double in size as the fur on their bodies stood on end and Kylie’s eyes were wide as she squirmed out of their grip. “There’s a ghost!” she said. “There’s a ghost in the house!”

“Guys!” Came Phil’s call as he ran up to them. The increased pace woke Alyss who blinked surprised and let go of him without warning, opening her wings with a flap as she jumped back from his back. She stood there blinking for several seconds until Mud grabbed her by the arm and pulled her forward. Phil reached the group and ducked as another vase flew out of the window that opened with a snap as the door slammed shut. “What’s going on?”

Antonio didn’t answer him immediately but looked back and yelled at Mud. “Get down!”

His warning came too late as a tennis racket sailed out of the house, spinning like a ninja star, and severed Mud’s head right from her body. Adrenaline jolted Alyss to a full waking state as she cursed in a foreign tongue and tackled Mud’s body to the ground before making a dive for her head and shoving it back in place.

Kylie tried to see what was going on inside the house by looking through the window but Marsha once again pulled her down and held onto her.

“What’s that?!” Phil asked, thoroughly spooked as another pan sailed out of the window.

“A ghost!” Kylie said. “Marsha let up! It might be Beej!”

“No way Kylie,” Antonio said sharply. “That voice sounded female.”

“Awh!” Kylie moaned in protest. “Come on guys! Let me go! I can talk to it!”

The disembodied voice drifted around them once more. “Staaay… Awaaay… Staaay… Oh for bloody hell. Where did I put that…” The voice faded away.

Silence reigned around the Nasties as they looked at each other. Alyssa and Mud joined the group and where Alyss looked bewildered, Mud seemed quite calm as she counted her finger to make sure she had a full set before looking at the door. “A ghost eh?” she said. “Goodness.”

All eyes turned to Kylie. “What did you do this time?” Alyssa snapped, gesturing to the door.

“Hey!” Kylie snapped. “I didn’t draw any ghosts just like I didn’t draw Phil naked! It just sort of happened.”

Marsha swallowed and motioned to Alyssa to calm down. “Do you think it’s one of us?” she queried to which Antonio let out a sharp breath.

“Someone’s gotta talk to it.” He said. “If it is… No Kylie, not you.”

The youth rolled her eyes. “Come on, I’m used to it.”

Mud sighed and pushed herself up. “None of you will,” she said patiently and lurched to the door. “Let’s leave the dead to the dead shall we?”

To Be Continued…

 

 

NaSty Pixie Tale Part 3

I’m having a quiet day with my family, which is a blessing in its own way, but I’m a bit irritated that it takes time away from me and Other Half. But, be that as it may, it did give me a quick ten minute break to finish this up. I’m sorry for it taking so long guys, lol, to be silent also means that I can’t really write. It’s a bummer. But, this Nasty tale got me out of it so yes, lol. Let’s see where this goes…

Nasty Pixie Tale Part 3

For a moment the only sound in the forest was the rustle of the trees overhead as the wind moved them. Then, abruptly – Kylie leapt off of Phil with an “Ai-yee!”

Marsha barked a laugh but quickly managed to get her mirth under control but her tail gave her away though as it wagged vigorously with amusement where as Mud, although her face remained quite neutral, was making a funny sound in her dry chest cavity from trying not to laugh.

“I didn’t draw you naked!” Kylie snapped as she hid behind Alyssa who had her wings up to cover her face. “Phil-kun!”

There was a shuffle as the indecently exposed, invisible young man picked himself up and brushed himself off.

“I know, I know!” he exclaimed. “It just sort of happened.”

Alyss groaned. “I don’t want to know,” she moaned, her voice muffled though Marsha laughed. “I do,” she said to which Mud went. “Hear, hear! Tell us Phil, where is your clothes?”

There was a shift and an embarrass chuckle as Phil changed location. “Well,” he said. “I don’t really know.” When Alyssa groaned again he added quickly. “I woke up in them, a pair of shorts and an elephant t-shirt. Very cool Kylie, thank you. Anyway, I woke up and I wandered around for a while. I won’t tell you how it came to pass, that’s not important, but I soon discovered that I can go invisible.” He paused and waited to see the women’s reaction but they didn’t seem surprised.

“That doesn’t explain why you’re naked Phil,” Mud said dryly – her rotten features twisted into a grin.

The young man sighed. “You won’t believe me,” he said still sounding embarrassed to which Marsha chuckled. “Trust me – today we’ll believe anything. How did it happen, Phil?” There was another sigh, this time from another direction as Phil was apparently pacing. “I’ve been practicing this all morning,” He said as a matter of fact. “And when I go invisible there is this split second in which I think is cease to exist or something because my clothes just fall off.” There was a snort as one of the women tried to hide a laugh but when Phil tried to see who it was all of their faces were calm and serene.

“A lot of men have that excuse,” Mud said dryly to which Marsha barked a laugh. “Come now you lot,” she said, her motherly tone starting to come through. “The lad’s in a precariously situation.” She looked to where she thought Phil was. “Where’s your clothes love? Did you forget where you put them or what?”

Alyss cleared her throat and slowly lowered her wings, her face tight with a frown. “Before you answer that,” she said sharply. “Tell me this; why were you following us naked?”

Phil sighed, startling them all when his voice came from completely the opposite side of the group. “It’s tied in with Marsha’s question,” he said. “I’m sorry guys, I didn’t come out at first because… I mean, I’m one naked guy around four women. I didn’t think that you would be comfortable with that.”

Mud chuckled. “Phil,” she said as a matter of fact, “If you had just come out and spoke to us, none of this would’ve happened. You wouldn’t have been put in a position where you had to confess to your…”She smiled her half smile. Vulnerability.”

The young man made a considering sound and sighed. “True,” he said. “I’m sorry guys.” Kylie laughed softly and stepped away from Alyssa.

“Gals,” she corrected the spectre. “So, where’s your clothes Phil-kun?”

The young man sighed again. “Back there,” he said though if he had pointed out the direction they didn’t see it. “As I’ve said before, I did some practicing and… well…” They could hear him blush. “I can’t get dressed before I change so I need to do everything afterwards. I was in between transitions when I suddenly heard this splash quite close to where I was. I went over to investigate and saw this huge tiger splashing in a nearby brook.” Kylie groaned. “Antonio-kun,” She said by way of reference, causing Phil to laugh softly. “I realise that now,” he said. “But then I didn’t want to take any chances.”

Mud raised her only eyebrow. “So you left without your clothes?”

There was a sound of Phil shrugging. “No, I ran without my clothes. I’m off the sound belief that it is better to be naked, invisible and alive than clothed and eaten.”

Kylie laughed and looked around, trying to determine where Phil was. “Antonio’s wearing clothes,” she pointed out. “You must’ve seen it Phil-kun.”

The spectre made a considering sound. “He wasn’t,” he stated. “Trust me, when you see a tiger in a strange forest it’s amazing how much details your mind logs in a second.” He snapped fingers they couldn’t see.

Alyssa groaned at his words. “Great,” she said. “Now we have two Naked Nasties roaming Naturally through the forest. Lovely.”

Marsha laughed and patted the sullen woman’s wing covered shoulder gently. “I suspect he took a dip to cool himself off Alyss,” she pointed out. “This fur is terribly hot.” She glanced at Phil. “So you roamed around the forest and found us?”

“Yes,” Phil confirmed. “I returned for my clothes but they weren’t there anymore.”

Kylie blinked, puzzled. “I wonder if Antonio-kun found it,” she said as Marsha sniffed the air.

“We’ll soon find out,” the older woman said. “I think he’s on his way back.” She stepped away from the group and turned. “Antonio!” she called. “Antonio!” The last sound almost slipped over into a howl.

There was a gruff answering sound and before long, the large tiger came trotting through the forest, carrying a bundle of clothes in his mouth. Mud stepped closer to a spot and whispered – her mouth fixed in its dry grin. “Don’t say anything,” she whispered. “Let’s first hear what he has to say.”

There was a confirming “hmm” as Phil stepped back closer to Mud. When Antonio saw them he shifted to an easy leap, covering the ground quicker than they expected him to. Despite themselves, the four women grew silent; uneasy. “We can be lucky that’s Antonio,” Kylie voiced what they all were thinking. “I don’t think we stand a chance to a real tiger.”

The tiger trotted into their midst and reared up on his hind legs, the clothes still in his mouth. Marsha raised an eyebrow and scratched her ear. “Put that down Antonio,” she said with an amused sound. “You don’t know where it’s been.”

Antonio opened his feline jaw and caught the clothes as it fell out, looking embarrassed. “I run a lot faster on four legs,” he said. “It was frustrating having to carry them. What’s up guys? Are you alright?”

Alyss started to shake her head but Mud tugged her braid and grinned. “We’re fine,” she said monotonously. “And I think you’re more capable of answering the first question.” She motioned to the clothes with a quick nod.

Antonio made a considering sound in the back of his throat that sounded almost like a growl. “I found these,” he said. “I think they’re Phil’s.” He frowned at the women who didn’t look surprised. “I looked around where I found him but couldn’t see him…” He paused and ran his one paw through his thick hair. “I ah… think he was skinny dipping and probably got startled by me.”

Alyssa sniffed sharply. “More like Jay-walking,” she said drily. “You smell a bit like a wet dog Antonio.”

The tiger raised a bushy eyebrow and glanced at Marsha. “I found a stream,” he said. “We should all head that way, Phil might return for his clothes and it’s a nice spot to cool down and rest for a bit.” He grinned a tiger-like grin. “I found something else as well, you can’t believe how much ground I can cover!” He waited for the women to respond but realized suddenly that they didn’t seem very excited about what he had to say. All were staring at him with very blank expressions, as if they were waiting for him to notice something. He shifted his weight uncomfortably and shrugged, putting Phil’s clothes down on the floor.

“What’s up guys?”

“Gals,” a voice said out of nowhere and, to Antonio’s shock, Phil’s clothes drifted up from the floor. “You drooled on my shirt Antonio.”

The tiger dropped back startled and let out a snarl, baring his teeth to the unseen spectre. Then, as the girls started laughing, he came back to himself and blinked surprised, looking around bewildered.

“Phil?” he queried and looked at the floating clothes, feeling as if he had lost a very big plot twist in the story.

“In the flesh,” Phil said. “So to speak.”

“Too much flesh,” Alyss muttered under her breath.

“I can go invisible Antonio.”

The tiger’s tail flicked from one side of the other in anticipation. “And you decided to walk around naked?” he queried disgusted.

Phil chucked embarrassed and the clothes flicked around as he motioned to the women. “They can explain it all to you while I go get dressed,” he said. “If you’ll excuse me ladies…”

Kylie grinned. “Take all the time that you want Phil-kun,” she said as Mud grinned with a touch of mischief shining in her eyes. “Just say if you need a hand.” The zombie added.

They could almost hear Phil blink as Marsha laughed. “Mud, you’re married,” she pointed out to which the zombie laughed and the clothes quickly drifted away from the group.

“True,” the zombie said smugly. “But I’m also falling apart. I’ve got bits to spare and believe in lending people a helping hand.”

“Physically?” Kylie queried amused to which Mud nodded.

“Use your gifts wisely,” was all she said with a chuckle. “Let’s quickly tell you what you’ve missed Antonio, before he comes back. Poor lad’s in quite a precariously situation…”

 

NaSty Pixie Tale Part 3

Well, I figure that I’m in trouble, sort of. The story’s settling into a rhythm, which means that it might go from short comedy to long adventure… (laughs) I should’ve told myself that I don’t do shorts!! For interest – if characters are written out of a scene, it means that I have more plans for them later, and frankly – I struggled dealing with so many characters in one place. I instinctively divide my characters into groups of four because that’s the most I can comfortably deal with. This is a good exersize for me because I’ll end up with NINE! So, anyway, onwards – enjoy. More Author’s Note at bottom.

Nasty Pixie Tale Part 3

“So, you’re not angry with me for drawing you as a zombie?” Kylie queried an hour later as they strolled though the forest. “I mean… It must be pretty awkward.”

Mud chuckled dryly as she lurched forward at a steady pace that could cross worlds. “No more awkward,” she started, “then being a tiger, a wolf or a woman with bat wings.” She pointed out. “Given that this won’t be a permanent state of being I’m rather enjoying it.”

Kylie grinned and looked behind her – Antonio had ran ahead to scout the area and Marsha was walking behind with Alyssa who was struggling to keep up with their steady walking pace.

“I’m fitter than this,” she heard Alyssa tell the older woman, her face flushed and covered with sweat. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Marsha chuckled and rested a comforting hand on Alyss’s shoulder. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with you,” she said in a tone that almost bordered on motherly patience. “I just think you’re meant to fly – not walk.”

Alyssa gave her a sceptical look and shook her head. “Impossible,” she said. “The human body’s not…” she had to swallow and take a breath. “Aerodynamic. And too heavy. I won’t even glide.”

Marsha chuckled and squeezed her shoulder. “Are you afraid of heights?”

Rubbing her brow, Alyssa shook her head. “No,” she said with earnest. “I’m afraid of falling and ergo, the ground.”

Again Marsha chuckled and patted Alyssa’s back. “That’s reasonable,” she said. “Though I want you to consider a few things. One – we’re all seemingly well adapted to be our Chibi’s. Antonio and I, once we got the hang of it, didn’t think twice about running with four feet or two for that matter. Mud comfortably reattaches her arm whenever it falls off and she had managed to direct me with her arm to find her miles away. Kylie leaps into trees with a single bound and I can assure you – when we get into a fight she’s going to kick some serious ass.”

Alyss looked at her sceptically. “I’m not sure where you’re going with this,” she said with a small smile to which Marsha laughed, her tail wagging.

“I’m telling you to look at yourself,” she said. “From what I’ve gathered, you’re an active person yet here you are, puffing away after what could only be two miles’ walk and you have almost no muscle on your legs and arms yet – I can feel them moving here…” she squeezed her shoulder and abruptly dropped down to all fours and sniffed the air.

“Think about it Alyss.”

She trotted ahead to the others where she stood up on her hind legs again. “Any sign of anybody else?” she queried. “This is going to sound silly but I think I smell something.”

Kylie shook her head. “No,” she said. “I was about to go and find Antonio. I think we need to stop and rest, I’m starving!”

Marsha raised an eyebrow and realized that she was as well. “You’ve got a point, I wonder what’s around?”

Kylie grinned and motioned into the trees. “When I was still alone,” she said. “I saw a deer and some rabbits. Maybe you and Antonio-kun can…” She paused. “Well, you know…”

Marsha’s eyes went wide. “You mean hunt?!”

“Yes!” Kylie exclaimed with a grin. “I know this nifty trick to start a fire and I discovered a few blades and neat stuff about my person. I’m sure we’ll manage.’ She glanced at Mud. “You’re not hungry yet, are you?”

Mud shook her head with a half smile and stopped so that Alyssa could catch up. “No,” she said. “but, I’m all for resting a bit.”

Alyssa – who had just joined them again, gave her a side ways look. “To my knowledge,” she said. “Zombies can’t get tired.”

Mud chuckled in her dry zombie manner. “Granted,” she said. “I think it’s more a force of habit. Like breathing. I don’t have to do it, but I still feel as if I need to.” She glanced at the youngest. “What is it Kylie?”

The young woman had gone very quiet and was looking around her. “I don’t know,” she said softly, her voice suddenly devoid of its usual cheer. “I feel as if we’re being watched.” She turned sharp eyes on Marsha. “You said that you smelled something?”

The wolf nodded. “Yes,” Marsha barked. “And the smell’s been getting stronger. I’m not sure what it is, but – it’s not one of us.” She sniffed the air again. “It’s fainter now.”

Alyssa looked around her uncomfortably. “Maybe its left,” she said and took a step back, her hand straying to her face to push up glasses that weren’t there. “What do you sense Kylie-chan?”

The ninja donned her mask, her eyes narrow slits. “I don’t know,” she said dangerously. “But I’m going to find out.” She started to head in the direction of the trees but in a movement quick as lightening Marsha grabbed her by her shoulder and pulled her back.

“Hang on Kylie,” she said sternly. “I think you should wait for Antonio.”

Kylie looked irritated and rebellious when she moved out of Marsha’s touch. “I’ll be fine,” she protested. “Really Marsha, I’m a ninja. It’s going to have to be something really frightening to best me.”

Marsha made a sound close to a growl. “And I’m taking responsibility for you,” she said. “You’ll wait for Antonio.”

Kylie grumbled something but one firm look from the wolf made her drop her head and pout. “Yes Mom,” she said exasperated, much to Mud and Alyss’s amusement. “I still sense something and… it’s getting closer.”

The group shifted uncomfortably and looked around them, trying to spot what ever was coming their way. Marsha dropped to all fours again, sniffing the air and growling softly. “I can still smell it,” she said. “Though I think it’s trying to move down wind…” There was a sudden crack to their left and Marsha lunged in its direction but Mud was quicker. “Alyss!” she yelled. “Open your wings!”

Alyssa blinked startled and turned around sharply to look behind her, her wings opening with a sharp thud of flesh meeting flesh. Marsha, who had pounced towards where the twig had snapped, turned around with lightening speed and lunged as Alyss quickly moved out of the way as Kylie too leapt forward as well. There was an ‘Oomph’, a fierce snarl, a yelp of pain and something that could only be a ninja war cry. Alyssa quickly joined Mud and stared at the spectacle wide eyed as Kylie and Marsha battled with an invisible foe.

“Call Antonio,” Mud said quietly, watching the fight. “You’ll have to do it; I don’t really have vocal cords.”

Alyss nodded and turned around quickly, realizing too late that her wings were still spread. When she felt them jolt against her back she realized that she had knocked Mud off of her feet…. Literally.

“Ag kak man,” Alyssa cursed softly as she bend down and quickly helped Mud find her footing. When she had the zombie reassembled she leapt up and readied herself to holler Antonio’s name but before she could she heard a clear and out of breath: “Uncle, uncle!”

The fighting stopped instantaneously.

Helping Mud to her feet, Alyssa gaped at the spectacle in front of her. Both Kylie and Marsha were crouched on the floor, Marsha’s teeth bared and a knife in Kylie’s hand but of their assailant there was no sign. It took them a moment or two to realize that Kylie actually appeared as if she was gripping something.

“Uncle!” the spectacle said again. “Please Kylie let go of my hair.” The Ninja froze and frowned.
“You know my name?” she queried. “How?”
The invincible spectre coughed. “I’m ah… Phil.”
Marsha stopped bearing her teeth but didn’t stan up. “Ah Phil?” she queried. “You don’t sound very certain.”
The spectre coughed again though this time it sounded embarrassed. “Ah, it’s not that,” he said. “I’m just in an awkward position.”
Mud seemed amused. “Awkward position?” she queried.
“Ah yes,” Phil said. “Kylie, please get off my chest. Please.”

The Ninja started to relax but she still had her blade out. “Show yourself first,” she said.

There was a lengthy pause. “Ah,” Phil said after sometime. “I can’t.”

Marsha, who had also started relax, sat back, her gaze fixed on the empty spot in front of her. “You can’t?” she queried. “Are you invisible?”

They could sense that Phil was becoming more awkward. “Ah, no,” he said. “Right now yes but not in general. No. I just can’t appear before you right now, at this very moment.”

There was another long pause.

Alyss, looking very suspicious, took a step closer. “Why?” she queried and peered at the blank space.

With a heavy sigh, Phil gave up. “I’m…” he paused. “I’m naked.”

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To Be Continued…

If you want to know why I decided to make a character (and friend ;)) naked, read the pervious comments on the last two posts. I should say in a disclaimer that no naked Nasties were harmed during the production of this chapter. They will however be careful what they wish for I suspect. ;P