The Goblin Train
Copyright© 2016 by Meatbot
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A young girl who can see into the world of magic falls in love with a fairy and is later drawn into a war between the two worlds.
Valencia knew from a very early age that she had the sight. The second sight, the vision, whatever you want to call it. She knew that she could see things that others could not. One of her earliest memories was of her grandmother’s funeral, when she had just been three or four years old. She watched the tired ghost of her grandmother wander up and down the aisles, checking out who all came to her own funeral. Valencia finally caught her eye and waved to her and the woman had smiled and winked at her, causing her to giggle.
Valencia spent hours in her back yard, watching the fairies, gnomes, sprites and goblins that moved through the property. Once, a dragon had even flown over, leaving a trail of smoke. The magic folk usually had no idea she could see them, and she learned to let them think that or they behaved differently. When she was a child she had tried to talk to them but hardly any of them would ever speak to a mortal.
Once she pretended to read a book as she watched a goblin make love to a fairy for an hour or more. When they had finished, the goblin walked away smiling as the fairy dressed and re-arranged her clothing, humming softly to herself.
“What were you guys doing?” Valencia had asked her. The fairy ignored her at first but Valencia had asked again, leaning down towards her, making it plain who she was speaking to.
“Are you talkin’ to me?” the fairy asked, surprised. “Can you see me?”
“Yes. I just wondered what you were doing with that little man,” Valencia had answered. The fairy shook her head in surprise.
“Child, if you have to ask, you don’t need to know,” the fairy finally said, and disappeared in a green streak. Valencia knew how fast the magic folk could be when they moved. She went back to her book, disappointed. She had really wondered what they had been doing. And that man, he had that funny ... thing ... sticking out ... whatever had that been all about? The fairy girl did seem to enjoy herself at least...
Another flash happened, and a new fairy stood before her. Valencia knew in an instant that this was the queen of the fairies. She’d never seen the woman before, but she knew. The queen carried herself regally, like someone used to power. Like someone used to having her way.
“Your majesty...” Valencia said, or something close, in that magical language that only children can speak. She bowed to the woman. She would have curtseyed but she didn’t know how. The queen regarded her with surprise, just like the other fairy had.
“Goodness...” the queen said. “Are you a changeling, child?”
“No...” said Valencia, understanding what the woman had meant. “I’m a bridge, a go-between...” Somehow she knew that also, without ever being told.
“I see,” said the queen. “I have heard of such a thing, but never seen one. What do you see of our world? Everything?”
“Uh...” said Valencia, confused, wondering how to answer. “I guess so ... I see dragons and warriors and goblins and fairies and ... uhm ... devil things...”
“Yes. Interesting,” said the queen. “Well, we will have to keep an eye on you, child!”
That was it, pretty much. The queen disappeared, after giving Valencia a flower and a wink. She tucked the flower behind her ear, feeling it’s magic flow down over her body. That night she put it in a vase in her room, and watered it. She knew instinctively it really needed tears instead of water, and she was careful to cry on it occasionally so it didn’t dry up. That had been over five years ago, and the flower still sat on her desk in her room, as beautiful as the day she’d gotten it. Her mother had never seemed to notice it.
Valencia was nine years old, now. She was a very precocious child, very smart and clever. She kept to herself mostly, she had friends at school, but she was a loner. She lived an odd life, halfway between two worlds, seeing both yet belonging to neither. Valencia was an odd combination of grown-up and little girl. The things she saw in the fairy world expanded her mind and matured her for her age.
The fairy she’d spoken to, the girl she’d seen making out with the goblin, had befriended her. Friendships between fairies and mortals were rare and sometimes did not end well, but this one was special. The fairy, Exeleculpa, was still young, for a fairy. Valencia amused her, and the two had grown close. Ex lived in a tree by a creek near Valencia’s house, and they saw each other every day.
One day they were sitting on the bank of the creek, talking.
“Ex...” said Valencia. “What happened to my grandmother? How come I saw her just that one time?”
“Well...” said Ex. She loved Valencia’s questions. And she almost always told the girl the truth, which was also rare for a fairy. “Val. It’s different for mortals. They stay in the spirit world for a few days or weeks, I guess to get used to being dead or something, and then they go off to their version of heaven or hell. We, us fairies, can’t go there even to just look.”
“Oh.” Valencia thought for a while. “So there’s no way I can see her again?”
“Not that I know of.” Ex said. “The gatekeeper is strong, and harsh. I tried to peek once and I got my tail singed good. It burned for a month or more.”
“Ex. Where do fairies go when they die, then?”
Exeleculpa laughed out loud at that one.
“Silly!” She grabbed Val’s hands with her little ones and spun the girl around. “Fairies don’t die! You should know that!”
Ex was right, sort of. Fairies didn’t die of old age. But they could be killed, if the magic was strong enough. One day Exeleculpa wasn’t home, and Valencia missed her terribly. At the end of three days she was beside herself. She wondered if she’d offended the girl, or somehow drove her away. The next morning she raced to the tree Ex lived in, and there the girl was. She looked terrible, though. Her normal deep rich green was a light pastel shade. Her wings drooped, and she had an uncharacteristic frown on her face, at least until she saw Valencia. Then she smiled and flew into Valencia’s arms and they hugged.
“Oh, Ex...” Valencia said, choking up. “I thought I’d lost you...”
“I’m sorry, darling ... I had to go away ... something terrible happened and I had to make a journey ... I missed you horribly...”
“Oh, Ex ... I missed you too ... what happened?”
Ex was silent for a while, weighing in her mind how much to tell the girl. She was a brash impetuous fairy, though, so she just told her everything.
“It was Bradapentareaux, my half-brother. He was making out with a harpy and her mate caught them at it. There was a fight and part of the harpy’s claw broke off and finally burrowed its way to his heart and he died. We had to take him back to the old country and put him in a cave.”
“Ex...” Valencia was thoughtful. “I thought fairies didn’t die.” She felt sad for Bradapentareaux, although she had never met him. She felt saddest for Ex, though.
“Well ... Val ... we don’t die of old age or anything ... but we can be killed ... Brada was the first in over a hundred years, though...”
“Will he come back?”
“I don’t know.” Ex looked puzzled, like the idea had never occurred to her. Valencia knew that some people believed that people came back. She was too young to worry about stuff like that though.
A few days later when Valencia approached Ex’s tree, she could see something was going on beneath it. She stopped behind some tall grass and watched as a goblin pulled himself off of Ex’s slim green body. There was that funny thing again, sprouting from his waist! Ex took it in her mouth for a moment, even. The goblin tucked it back in his pants and walked away, singing. He walked right past Valencia as magic creatures usually did, not realizing she could see him.
Ex had her clothes back on by the time Valencia approached. Valencia giggled at her, and Ex looked a bit nonplussed. “What?” she finally said.
“I saw you and that goblin ... doin’t it...” said Valencia, still giggling.
Ex had the grace to look embarrassed. “Well, he asked so nicely ... and ... and I just can’t say no, I guess. I’m a fairy!”
Ex finally giggled, too.
“Ex,” Valencia decided it was time she learned a little about this. “What were you doing? What is that thing called? That thing sticking out of him?”
Ex did her characteristic pause to think, and then blabbed it all. “Val, that’s his cock. Haven’t you ever seen a boy’s cock in your world?”
“Well, yes ... we call them weenies though ... but I never seen one sticking out like that...”
“Well, it sticks out like that when it’s hard. And it gets hard so he can ... uhm ... Val. You know what fucking is?”
“I ... I know the word ... I know it’s a bad word...”
“In your world, it is, yes. Well ... fucking is when a boy sticks his ... cock ... inside a girl. It feels really good, trust me. Someday it’s all you’ll want to do, if you’re anything like me. Fairies do it, and mortals do it. The whole world, pretty much, revolves around it. Valencia. You are how old, ten?”
“Trust me, girl, by the time you are fourteen, it’s all you’ll want to do.”
Ex was a little off on her timing. By fourteen Valencia still hadn’t even kissed a boy, much less been fucked by one. She had seen Ex fuck and get fucked more and more often, now that Ex saw no real reason to hide it from her. Exeleculpa was a gurripador, a goblin fucker. Most fairies hated goblins and were disgusted by them. For some reason, probably a childhood experience, Ex loved them or at least loved being fucked by them. By the way, goblins aren’t like the goblins in folk tales, they are not nasty horrible-looking beastly creatures, they are just another form of magic life. They look pretty normal, although their thoughts are quite a bit different than the average fairy. They live underground and like to fight and steal things, from both other magical life and mortals.
Anyway, Ex had a reputation for fucking goblins. Goblins came from all around for a taste of her. And, she was tasty. She was tall, for a fairy, almost four feet tall. Slim and muscular and green as they get. She usually wore a little halter top that she’d made from a scrap of cloth, and often as not went bare down below. Fairies are weird like that. She had some nice boots that a goblin shoemaker had made for her and she was proud of them most of all. She wore a necklace with a single huge diamond on it, as big as a golf ball. She was just an average fairy in other words.
Valencia was, at fourteen, a striking and beautiful girl. She still looked a little little-girlish, and was still a loner. She had a good friend at school, Devonetta, but she had never told her about the fairy world and what she could see of it.
Valencia was beginning to wonder more and more what her part in all this was to be. She felt like there must be some reason that she, and as far as she could tell, only she could see the magical world that existed side by side to our world. She wondered if she was to play a role in something in the future. She wondered if there was a reason for it all.
One day, she was out by Ex’s tree, when the fairy queen paid her a visit again. Ex had been talking, and suddenly her face turned white and she bowed deeply. A stern voice behind Valencia said, “Exeleculpa. Get lost.”
Ex disappeared in a green streak. Valencia turned, and there was the fairy queen, looking royal and important in her silver robes. She regarded the child with what Valencia interpreted as interest, and maybe a slight bit of true warmth. Valencia bowed deeply to the queen. For reasons unknown to herself she wanted more than anything to please the woman.
“Well, well.” The fairy queen said. “We meet again. I have had good reports on you, child. You have behaved well. And you know how to keep your lips sealed.”
Valencia nodded. She was unsure what to say, so she said nothing. The queen continued.
“There are those among my people who believe you are something special. I haven’t made my mind up yet. Valencia ... I must warn you ... there is a battle brewing, in the lands of magic. You must be very careful. Some may try to deceive you and harness your powers for their own nefarious ends. You must be very careful.”
Valencia nodded. She didn’t really understand what the Queen said, but she saved it in her head to think about later and maybe ask Ex about.
“Valencia. I am giving Exeleculpa some authority to assist you and to watch over you for your safety. Please listen to her and do what she says. She will act for me when I am absent. Do you agree to that?”
Valencia nodded her head without having to think about it. She already trusted Ex. She would trust her even more, now.
“Child. If the battle comes here, if fight turns to war, it will be difficult. Wars in the land of magic are never pleasant. And there are some new ... new powers that walk the land. Your name should be Hope, not Valencia. Goodbye, my child. Stay strong.”
The queen vanished, not even leaving a streak behind. Exeleculpa crept back, awe on her face.
“Ex. What was that all about?” Valencia asked.
“I ... I don’t really know. Something is happening back East, that’s all I know. Something bad. A machine has been built, or something. Something that is a threat to us, to the fairy world, and the mortal world.”
“Now you know as much as I do, darling.” Ex said. “Come on, let’s go down to the creek and try to catch some sharks.”
That night, after she went to bed, Valencia tried something that she’d never done before. She lay in bed, flat on her back, and tried to send her mind out of her body and find out what threatened the magic world. She never really felt like her mind left, but she did seem to feel something dreadful, just over the horizon. She came to with a shiver, and felt cold and alone. She wished Ex was there with her, but Ex hated being indoors. She finally relaxed, and slept.
“Could I do that?”
“Make out. With a goblin.”
Ex laughed. “Sure, if you could find one willing. You are young and cute, you could probably do it. Most goblins don’t like mortals, but you have way more magic than any other mortal ... so you could probably find one who would. You still have that flower?”
“The flower the fairy queen gave me? Yes.”
“Sniff it every night. Make its scent a part of you. Say Praectecnica delphius simmeronimus a hundred times before you go to sleep. Drink a glass of tea with seven sugar cubes, a rose petal and a drop of your urine in it once a week. Taste yourself, your vaginal secretions, every time you masturbate, which should be at least once a day, by the way. And here, wear this beneath your shirt.”
Ex handed Valencia her diamond necklace. It felt huge and clunky to Valencia. She accepted it reluctantly.
“Oh, Ex, I don’t want to take your necklace!” she said. “I know how much it means to you!”
“No, really, it’s no big deal.” Said Ex. “The fairy queen said she’d replace anything that I spent taking care of you. I’ll just get a new one.”
Sure enough, the next day Ex sported a new diamond necklace, even slightly bigger than the one she’d given away. And it was a deep blood red, simply beautiful.
The necklace was a pain, for Valencia. She wasn’t really sure why she was wearing it. Would it help protect her from the threat that was possibly coming? Or was it to simply help her get laid by a goblin? It was huge, it felt as big as a baseball beneath her shirt. And it caused more trouble than anything in her short life had, so far. It almost blew the lid off the whole thing.
Valencia’s father, Ralph, was preparing to go on a business trip. He would rise very early the next morning and leave. That night, as she prepared for bed, he hugged her and told her he would miss her. The diamond pressed painfully into her chest, but she didn’t really think about it.
“What the heck are you wearing?” he said, rubbing his chest. Valencia was seized with fear and her mind raced.
“It’s ... it’s a necklace that Devonetta gave me ... it’s a friendship necklace...”
“Lord, it’s as big as a lump of coal. Don’t fall with that thing on, it’ll crush your windpipe.”
Valencia laughed and that seemed to be the end of it. It wasn’t.
While he was gone, Valencia had a bike wreck. She was going down a steep hillside, and something went wrong. She crashed hard, falling into some bushes and bouncing off a tree. She picked herself up, feeling many aches and pains and one major one in her wrist. She walked her bike home and looked up her mother.
Her mother took one look at her and off they went to the minor emergency clinic. They X-rayed her wrist and cleaned and bandaged her many scrapes. That seemed to be the end of it. Except ... when Valencia had been checked in they made her take off her shirt and put on a paper gown. She had removed the necklace, hidden it in her shirt pocket, and wrapped the shirt around it. She didn’t think of it again, until they got home and her mom was doing the laundry.
“Valencia...” Her mother appeared in the kitchen door. In her hand, hanging from the leather strap, was the diamond. Oh shit, thought Valencia. I’ve done it now. She wished more than ever that Ex hadn’t given it to her. How was she ever going to talk her way out of this one?
“Valencia, dear ... what is this?” her mother said, regarding the diamond as if it were a poisonous snake.
“Mom ... it’s just something that Devonetta gave me ... it’s nothing, really ... it’s called a friendship necklace.”
Her mother just stared at it. Her mother was no stranger to big shiny rocks. Her dad was a jeweler, after all. Her mom knew her way around the jeweler’s bench a little. Her mom had a few diamonds of her own, though none nearly as large as this monster.
“Valencia.” Her mom’s voice was hollow and sounded very far away. “Dear. For real?”
Valencia knew that every little thing she said from here on out would be examined and dissected minutely. She knew she was in trouble. She almost cussed Ex out, mentally. Shit.
“Mom. Okay.” She said. “I found it down by the creek the other day.”
Well, that was close enough to the truth that she might even pass a lie detector test on it. Valencia gritted her teeth, willing her mom to believe her.
“Valencia. I’m going to put this in the safe. I think your father needs to look at it when he gets home.”
Oh shit. Her dad would know, for sure. Her dad would know it was real. And that you don’t just find things like that lying around.
“Mom. It’s just glass or something. I mean, look at it. If it was real, it’d be worth, what? Millions?”
That was her last hope. It didn’t work.
“Yeah. Millions.” Her mom said, heading for the back of the house where the bedroom and the safe were.
“Mom! I’m going outside!” yelled Valencia. She raced down to the creek bank to where Ex lived. Sure enough, Ex was there, underneath yet another goblin. Valencia stopped, not wanting to interrupt them, happy just to find Ex. The goblin finally finished up and Valencia could hear Ex’s grunts and groans as she came. Ex slurped his cock clean and he disappeared into the reeds.
“Hi darling!” Ex said, not the slightest bit embarrassed. Valencia fell all over the other girl.
“Oh, Ex, the most terrible thing has happened. My mom has your necklace, the one you gave to me. She’d going to show it to my dad.”
Ex looked puzzled. “So? Mortals have diamonds too, right?”
“Yes, but not ones like that thing. It’s a monster. And they’ll want to know where I got it.”
“Well, I’ll go in your house tonight and steal it back. Leave the door unlocked. No problem.”
“It’s in the safe. Can you get inside and get it out?”
“Safe? What do you mean, it’s safe?”
“It’s in our safe.”
“What’s a safe?”
“A big steel box with a lock on it.”
“Is there a key?”
“Well, yes, but there’s a combination lock, too.”
Ex seemed to be getting more and more lost. Fairies didn’t do machines well, they didn’t understand them or have any real interest in them.
“Ex. Can’t you just use magic or something?”
“Val, girl, if it’s one of your machines, it will work the same way for me as it does for you. If you can’t get in it then I can’t get in it either.”
The two sat and talked for a while longer, puzzled by the mess. There was just nothing else to do, Valencia decided. She dreaded the return of her dad.
When her father returned, Valencia was in school. She came home to find both her parents sitting at the kitchen table, the necklace on the table between them. His loupe and some of his other jeweler’s tools were scattered around.
She felt guilty already. She could feel the flush of embarrassment burning up her neck, and she knew they could see it.
“Valencia. This is a very serious matter.” Her father was not his usual jovial self. She thought he almost acted mad at her.
“Valencia. You must tell us where you got this stone. You must tell the truth.”
She assumed her most innocent and honest demeanor. She realized that she needed more practice at it.
“Mom. Dad. Honest. I found it down by the creek.” She had decided to stick to her story. I mean, she thought, I can’t say a magical fairy that only I can see gave it to me.
Her dad sighed. He picked up the diamond and looked at her through it.
“Valencia.” His voice was hollow and far away, like her mom’s had been. “This is a diamond unlike anything I’ve ever seen before. It is huge, over five hundred carats. It is cut cleaner and more precisely than anything I’ve ever seen. It is worth millions, tens of millions, at least. Possibly more. Tell us again, Valencia, make us believe. Where did you find it?”
“Honest.” She felt tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. She just didn’t know what to do next. “Honest. It was down by the creek.”
Before if was over she had to take them down and show them the exact spot. She took them right in front of Ex’s tree and showed them the spot where she thought Ex had handed it to her. Ex leaned against her tree, her expression sympathetic. Valencia wanted to pinch her for starting the whole mess. Well, she thought, really the fairy queen had started it. They trudged back to the house.
Her parents had no idea what to do. Valencia knew she wasn’t getting her diamond back. Her dad locked it back in the safe.
“Well, I know some people,” He finally said. “I’ll ask around. But I know most of the large stones in the world, and this ain’t one of them. And I’ve never seen anything like that rock. It’s beyond perfect. It’s exquisite. Almost magical.”
Life somewhat returned to normal. As soon as she could, Valencia scampered down to Ex’s tree. She was careful, and fearful that her parents would watch her closer now that something was going on. She knew that the diamond thing wasn’t over, not by a long shot.
Ex was sorry that she’d caused the whole mess. Valencia felt bad for blaming her for it, even if it was just in her head. They tried to think of ways to retrieve the diamond but couldn’t.
“Well,” said Valencia. “I’d like to get your diamond back, at least. I’m sorry I lost it.”
“Oh, it’s yours, now,” said Ex. “It wouldn’t have helped you unless I gave it to you.”
“Well, it’s not helping me now, that’s for sure.” Said Valencia.
“Probably not,” said Ex. “We gotta get you another one.” She looked down at the massive red diamond on her chest.
“Oh no, not another,” said Valencia. “Unless it’s a teeny tiny one.”
“Well,” said Ex. “The size doesn’t matter, just the purity. I’ll see if I can get you a tiny one.”
They chattered some more.
“Ex.” said Valencia finally, bored. “Have you been fucked today?”
Ex giggled. “Just twice,” she said. “I’m slowing down in my old age.”
Valencia giggled. She was horny, she just didn’t know it.
“Ex. Find me a goblin, a cute one. A cute one who likes mortals.”
Ex looked sad again. “Oh, honey, you don’t understand. I talked to the queen yesterday about this very thing. You can’t fuck, not yet. You have to remain pure.”
“What? What do you mean?”
“If you are going to play a part in this ... in whatever happens, the war and all that ... you have to remain a virgin. That’s your power. That’s what makes you strong ... your purity. Like a diamond.”
Valencia didn’t know that. She’d been all ready to lose her virginity. She’d been ready for that for a long time.
“Shit.” She finally said, sighing. Well, that sucked. She really wondered what sex was like, if it was that great. Well, she knew it was fun, she masturbated every day, sometimes twice, remembering what Ex had told her that time. She like to masturbate, she enjoyed it. And she hoped that real sex was even more pleasurable. She counted on it.
“Vuh-len-see-uh...” Ex said, slowly, coyly. “Darlin’ ... leave your door unlocked tonight, the back door. I’ll show you something that’s almost as much fun as getting fucked by a guy. And it won’t pop your cherry.”
That night, Valencia waited, in anticipation. She’d gotten up after the house was quiet and unlocked the back door like Ex had asked. Just as she almost gave up and nodded off she was suddenly aware of a presence in the room. She drew in a frightened gulp of air, but then she recognized Exeleculpa by her characteristic faint green glow. The fairy came right up to her bed and threw back the bedsheets.
“Val ... darlin’ ... get that nightgown off ... me and you are gonna have a little fun...”
The next few hours were very enjoyable to Valencia. Ex was, as all fairies are, a skillful lover, whether making it with males or females. Valencia felt like their relationship had turned a corner, that it had matured or grown or something. She wondered if they would do this often, from now on. She certainly hoped so.
Ex had a tongue that was out of this world. She licked and slurped all around Valencia’s cunt, rubbing on her clit, going all the way down to her asshole, and sending her to heaven and back. Valencia came again and again, her legs locking, her back straining, her calves almost cramping. She lost track of how many times she came. Ex was like any other fairy, when fucking a mortal. She could coax Valencia into both coming, and staying. Way, way longer than when she simply masturbated. With Ex, Valencia had orgasms that stretched into minutes, instead of simply seconds. She was afloat in an ocean of pleasure. She had more fun than she’d ever had before. Sex with a fairy is, above all else, fun.
Valencia had never eaten pussy before, of course. Ex was her first. And it was incredible. The girl tasted so good she just almost couldn’t stand it. And, Ex was a fairy. Her pussy was perfect, and exquisite. As sweet as sugar. Her clit was as big as Valencia’s thumb. Just sucking it into her mouth was enough to almost make Valencia orgasm. Ex’s cute little puckered asshole was as sweet as a flower. Valencia just ate her up, loving it.
The sun was almost coming up when Ex crept out of Valencia’s room and back to her hollow tree. Valencia, exhausted, got an hour of sleep before her mom woke her up, and bundled her off to school. She just sat there in class that day, a warm fuzzy feeling suffusing her whole body, and probably a stupid look on her face. She even forgot about the goddam diamond. She was happy.
That afternoon, when she arrived home, her dad was in the kitchen with two men that she’d never seen before. There were microscopes and lenses and electronic machines spread out all over the table, and there, in the middle of it all, sat the diamond. Shit, Valencia thought. That stupid goddam diamond.
Her dad regarded her like she was some space alien or something. “Dear.” He nodded at her, not smiling, just looking at her. “Valencia, meet Roger Stauffer, and Bill DeSmith.” She solemnly shook hands and they returned to their contemplation of the stone.
When her dad saw that their attention was occupied, he covertly made a “hush” sign to her, with his finger and lips. She figured that he didn’t want the men to know that she’d claimed to simply find the stone. She knew enough to keep her mouth shut, anyway.
She finally made her way outside, and down to the creek. Ex peeked out, and then greeted her. The fairy looked worn and haggard, like she’d been up all night.
“People. Looking at the diamond.”
“It’s out of the ... save ... now?” said Ex.
“Safe. Yes. But there’s no way to steal it, they are all just sitting there staring at it.”
“Marduk,” said Ex. “You’d think they’d never seen a diamond before.”
“Yeah,” said Valencia.
“How’s the fight going? The battle?”
To her surprise, Ex burst into tears. Valencia immediately grabbed her and hugged her tight. Ex cried and cried, hiccuping and trying to talk but not being able to.
“Oh, Valencia,” she finally managed. “Something terrible has happened. And it might be partly to do with me!”
“What, Ex? Tell me.” Valencia said, hugging the girl and nuzzling her face. Ex’s magical fairy tears burned wherever they touched Valencia, but it was a good burn.
“Val. Okay. Lemme start at the beginning. Yesterday I went to the queen, to tell her that you needed a new diamond. A small one. She understood and when I left she was going to her laboratory to make one for you. And nobody’s seen her since.”
“Nobody’s seen her?”
“She just disappeared. She didn’t come down last night or this morning. No one has seen her at all. This is the first time this has happened, usually she’s everywhere, since she can be in more than one place at a time.”
“So you think it had something to do with the diamond?”
“Well, I dunno. No, nobody thinks that. I mean, it was just a diamond, nothing special. Not even a big one. But it was the last thing she did.”
“Did she make the diamond?”
“I ... I don’t know that ... I guess I should find out for you...”
Ex steeled herself. “Hang on a minute,” she said, and disappeared in her characteristic green streak. Valencia sat back in the grass and relaxed, prepared to wait for a while. But Ex returned almost immediately, in another green blur.
“Okay.” said Ex. She held a leather strap out to Valencia. This strap was much longer than the first one.
“Yes, she made the diamond. This was on her workbench with a note with your name on it, so they let me have it.”
Valencia took the strap, and examined it. There, in a tiny metal setting, was a small brightly shining diamond, barely as big as the head of a pin.
“It’s not a necklace, it’s a waistlace. Here. Hold your shirt up.” Ex said.
Ex took the waistlace and unfastened it. Valencia pulled her shirt up, and Ex fastened it around her slim waist. Then she pushed the diamond down into Valencia’s pants, touching Valencia’s pussy even, for a second. Valencia giggled.
“Okay,” said Ex. “That will guard you, guard your virginity. And it will be hidden a little better. Do your parents ever see you without clothes on?”
“No, never, unless I get hit by a car or something.”
“Well, let’s hope that doesn’t happen. Those stupid cars are dangerous.”
Valencia giggled. She knew that a fairy would pass right through a car, if it hit her. She could feel the diamond, right on the outside of her vagina. It felt warm. She hoped, lord, she hoped her parents wouldn’t discover this one. She didn’t see how they could, but stranger things had happened. She kissed Ex, a long sweet kiss with a lot of tongue, and went back to the house. The men were gone.
Her dad sat at the kitchen table, and just stared at her. She finally said, “What?”
“Girl,” he said. He shook his head. “You have presented me with the biggest puzzle in my life. That.” He indicated the diamond, sitting on the table.
“I can’t explain it. I can’t identify it. I can hardly show it to people even, without a major fuss. I’m scared to own it, and scared to give it up. I’m going to start keeping it in the office, I don’t want to keep it here, in the house. It’s just too damn valuable.”
“Dad...” she said. He raised his eyebrows at her.
“Dad, just let me put it back where I found it, and we’ll forget it ever existed.”
“Darling, it doesn’t work like that.” He shook his head. He rose, and pocketed the diamond. “I’ll be back. I’m going to the office.”
Five minutes later, Valencia was watching TV and doing homework when she caught a glimpse of something green enter the room. It was Ex! Valencia laughed with pleasure. She knew Ex hardly ever entered the house. What had brought her in, this time?
Ex laughed too. She held open her hand, and there it was. The stupid diamond. The thing that had caused all the trouble.
“Ex!” Valencia hissed, hoping her mother didn’t walk in. “How did you get that?”
“I picked your Daddy’s pocket,” Ex said, a wicked grin on her face. “It’s easy when a man wears a suit. The pockets are large and the flaps are easy to get up and get your hand in. He never knew it happened.”
They were both giggling when the screech of tires sounded out front.
“Oh, shit,” said Ex, and disappeared in a streak, taking the diamond with her.
Valencia’s dad raced into the house. His face had a look on it that she’d never seen before, a look of sheer abject horror. She immediately felt sorry for him. But, it just has to be this way, she thought.
“Valencia!” he almost shouted at her.
She assumed her most puzzled expression. He disappeared into the kitchen. She followed.
He stood before the table, looking so sad she wanted to cry.
“Valencia ... I have lost it!”
“What? The diamond?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “I placed it in my pocket. I carefully placed it in my pocket, and then at Broadway and Stiles when I patted my pocket, it was gone. Somewhere between here and there I lost it.”
“Does your pocket have a hole in it?” he shook his head at her question.
“Did you look in the car?”
“Yes, once.” he said. He disappeared out the front door to look again. She heard his voice but couldn’t understand what he said. She sighed, feeling sorry for him. It just had to be like this, though. The little diamond between her legs felt warm and comfortable. Her pussy felt good. The damn thing almost vibrates, she thought. She liked this new diamond way better than the old one.
That night, her dad had a long talk with her mom. They both seemed to be watching Valencia with suspicious looks, she thought. Well, maybe she was just being paranoid. Her dad was doubting his own sanity by now, and she wished she could comfort him. The whole episode made her wonder what her life held in store for her, if she’d have to live like this her whole life ... this double life, this keeping of secrets. It wasn’t always easy, as this had proved.
She finally wandered down to Ex’s tree. Ex wasn’t there, but after a few minutes she appeared in a green streak. They hugged and kissed as they had begun to do whenever they met.
“Are you gonna come visit me tonight?” Valencia whispered huskily in Ex’s ear. The other girl laughed.
“Sure, if you want me to!”
“Oh, I want. I want,” said Valencia. She kissed the fairy again.
“Val,” said Ex. “I been helpin’ look for the queen.”
“Nothing. She’s gone. Gone gone.”
“Shit. What does that mean?”
“It means we are in deep doodoo. The queen was most of our power against the ... the bad guys, whatever they are. People are sayin’ it was a pre ... something called a pre-emptive strike, takin’ the queen out before the fight started. If that’s true, we’re fucked.”
“Everybody. Valencia. This fight, if it happens, will spill over into the mortal world. That’s what it’s really all about ... to bring about the conjunction, the fabled conjunction. That’s what almost any fight in the world of magic is about.”
“Oh. What will that mean, to us? To mortals?”
“Enslavement, probably. Mortals have no real weapons to fight against magic with. Although, with the conjunction, mortal weapons will work against magic folk. Dunno. It might be a fair fight after all, who knows.”
They stood there, holding hands for a while. Finally Valencia wrapped Ex’s soft body in her arms, and hugged her. They put their heads on each other’s shoulders, and just stood there. Valencia watched the sun sit on the horizon. Bugs chirped. A cat strolled by. Finally, she kissed Ex on the lips. A long, long wet kiss.
“Come and see me, girl,” she said, and strolled back to the house. Her dad was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the spot where the diamond wasn’t. She hugged him, feeling bad for him. But, it just had to be this way.
The next day was Monday. School. She had barely gotten three hours sleep that night, due to Ex’s attentions. She’d gone to bed early, shutting and locking her door after Ex crept in. They’d licked and kissed and rubbed and tickled each other for hours, trying to be quiet, but being so unsuccessful at it that Valencia finally got up and turned the TV on to try and hide all the the noise. She knew her parents couldn’t hear Ex, who was the noisiest, but she made some noises too sometimes. The night just seemed to go on forever, to her pleasure, but finally she opened the window and Ex had disappeared and she got some sleep.
The most amazing thing happened that day. Something that surprised her almost as much as seeing fairies for the first time. She saw somebody else seeing fairies. A mortal.
The man’s name was Ourie. Mr. Ourie. He was the janitor, at her school. She walked down the hall, going to the library between classes, and there he was, standing outside his little janitor nook. He was talking to an imp who was holding a clipboard and checking off things on it. It was so natural to Valencia that at first she thought nothing of it, then she realized ... sweet jeezus ... that is a mortal, like me, talking to a magical creature. What?
She stopped, and turned. The imp nodded, checked off one last item, and then disappeared in a puff of dirty smoke. Mr. Ourie saw her watching him, and waved to her, and went back inside his room. She continued on to the library, deep in thought.
So. She was not the only one. But him? Him, of all people? He was kind of gross, a typical old man, basically all wrinkled and hairy ... why him? Why couldn’t it have been some cute young boy? Shit, she thought. Why does it always work out so perfectly backwards?
She wondered if she should approach him, say something. She didn’t know what, though. Shit, shit, she thought. She couldn’t wait to get home and tell Ex about it.
And that’s just what she did that evening. She put her books up and raced out to the tree. Ex grabbed her and hugged her and spun her in a circle. They kissed, and kissed again. And again. And one last time. She was breathless.
“Ex! Guess what?” she said but she didn’t wait for the fairy to guess. “The janitor at my school, Mr. Ourie ... he was talking to an imp today. I saw them.”
Ex acted almost puzzled.
“So... ?” Ex finally said.
“So shit,” Valencia said. “Ex. Nobody that I know in my whole life can see magic folk. Only me. He’s the first ever, other than me. Do you think that means something?”
“I dunno,” said Ex. She appeared deep in thought. “Did you ask him if he knew anything about the queen?”
“I didn’t say shit to him. He’s an old fart, an old perv. Everybody knows he spies on the girls in the showers from behind the pipes.”
“You should ask him, Val.” Ex said. “You should see where he stands, in the battle. He might be a help, if he’s a mortal. You’re sure he’s a mortal?”
“Pretty sure. Everybody sees him, all the time. And I’ve never seen magic folk look old. Ex. Come to school with me tomorrow, and see him.”
The next day, that’s just what they did. Ex nervously rode to school with Valencia, in the back seat of her mother’s SUV. She gripped Valencia’s hand with a death grip, to Valencia’s amusement. They got out, and Ex said, “Oh, shit,” at the crowds of students. She held onto Valencia tighter and tighter. Valencia was surprised that she was intimidated by the kids. People walked right through Ex, causing her to say, “Excuse me,” every time. Valencia had a hard time not giggling.
It was still a few minutes until school started, so Valencia took Ex right by Mr. Ourie’s nook. There he was, standing outside, watching the kids go by. They caught his eye immediately.
“Well, pretty ladies,” he said, when they stood before him. “Welcome. We don’t get many...” his voice dropped in volume, “fairy princesses come visiting.”
Ex laughed. Valencia could tell that Ex wasn’t intimidated at all by the man, so she tried not to be.
“Sir,” Ex said. “Have you seen or heard word of the queen?”
She didn’t have to tell him which queen. His face fell and he seemed sad.
“No, my darlings, I have not. It is terrible, no? At this time, when she is needed so sorely?”
“Yes, it is terrible.”
“I will keep my eyes peeled. I don’t see a lot, here in the school, but I helped look for her just last night. I am friends with a group of imps, and they have organized many search parties.”
“Well, do your best. It will be remembered,” said Ex. She bowed to the man, and he bowed back, slightly. He bowed to Valencia and they turned and went back outside.
“Ex. What’d you think.”
“I dunno. He seems genuine. He doesn’t have that ... dirty ... feeling that the dark lord’s servants have. I really don’t know.”
“Should I trust him?”
“I dunno. Talk to him but keep your secrets close, Val. Don’t trust him like you do me, for sure.”
“Oh I wouldn’t do that, anyway,” she said. She paused, thinking for a moment. “Ex. Can other people see me when I talk to you? It doesn’t seem like it.”
“Not really ... there’s a magic that happens so they just don’t notice ... it’s just one of those things...”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Oh, darlin’, you can always kiss me.”
They locked lips, and stood, silent, immobile, in the crowd of inrushing students. They kissed one more time and Valencia promised to come right to the tree after school.
School was dull and boring as usual. Mr. Ourie waved to her once as she changed classes. She didn’t know what to do about him. She’d probably just mostly ignore him, if possible. She didn’t trust him for some reason. He just didn’t seem right, to her.