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Subject: {ASSM} Bitsy (fantasy) 2nd book in the Milady and the dragon Series
Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 05:10:03 -0400
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		  Bitsy's Story
			I


The old dragon watched the fairy fidgeting as
she sat at her desk.  He chuckled to himself
as she nibbled on a tiny fingernail then the
edge of her quill, if she wiggled any harder
she would fall off her chair.  Which would
not be a surprising sight since she had done
it many times before. "have you finished working
out that spell yet?" he asked.  Startled she
swung around to answer, the ink pot went in
one direction and the parchment in the other.
She looked down sadly at the mess, then back
to the old dragon, with a small sigh she set
about cleaning the mess up.  When she was all
done, she sat down and once again started to
work on the lesson she had been given.

The old dragon, Marluxion, finally took pity 
on her and sent her outside to gather some 
herbs and flowers that he needed.  He winced 
as she almost flew into the door, she was in 
such a hurry to get outside.  He followed her 
and stood watching as she dancing about the 
flowers, talking to the small animals, playing 
with the birds that nested in the tree's near
by.  She seemed to absorb the sunshine until
she glowed with an inner light.

Her name was Bitsy, a young forest fairy who
had come to live with him, some months ago.
It seemed as if a tiny whirl wind had entered
his lair and his life.  She chattered constantly,
her thirst for knowledge never ending.  She
was always moving, never still, flittering from
place to place.  Even in her sleep she seemed
to be in constant motion.  He could feel her
love for life, she never gave half measure, 
but grasped everything before her in her tiny
hands and held on tenaciously.  One day she
would be a great power within herself, her 
affinity for magic was truly amazing, He knew 
she had no notion of how far she had progressed 
in such a short time.  The gods help them all
when she did.

Seeing Marluxion watching her, she smiled and
waved at him, tripping over a small root, she
laughed and picked herself up.  She flew over
to the old dragon and sat on his shoulder, 
looking off into the distance.  "its almost
time for Virlane and MiLady's hatchling to
arrive isn't it? Do you think they will send
for us? we really should be there you know,
just incase they need anything." she looked
at him expectantly.  "if they need us, they
will send word." he said quietly.

Muttering to herself, she went back to gathering
the things that Marluxion had asked for.  He
chuckled, that was one of the things he had yet
to break her of, this muttering to herself.
He had Trink to thank for that, the dandy elf
was a master of muttering and the two enjoyed
each others company, they were often seen
sitting under a tree, Trink filling Bitsy's 
head with his wild elvan adventures.

Bitsy placed the flowers and herbs in the
proper bins, she touched the petals, soon
winter would be here and everything would
sleep till spring.  She shivered thinking,
it wouldn't hurt to start making her winter
clothes.  Later that night as she sat trying
to concentrate on each painstaking stitch,
she looked at Marluxion several times.  
"If your not careful, you will end up
stitching that cape to your fingers, was
there something you wanted to ask?"  Happy
to put down the sewing, she nodded smiling.

"Don't you have a lady friend? Marluxion,
Trink says every male needs a lady friend,
he says every male needs a plump bosom to 
rest on, that, if they don't their superior
parts will shrivel up and won't work right
anymore.  So I thought I had better ask you,
about a lady friend, if you don't have one
perhaps Trink and I could help you find one.
I don't think it would be a good idea to
shrivel up, no matter how old you are."

Marluxion, who should have known better then
to take a sip of wine, just before Bitsy said
something with that serious little look on her
face, started to choke.  she instantly flew 
to him and started to ineffectually slap his
back. "good heavens, you should be more careful,
you scared the wits out of me, choking like
that." He gasped, getting his breath back
and just stared at her.  Seeing the look on
his face, she flew back to her sewing and
tucked her chin down on her chest and started
to sew furiously, muttering that she had
just smacked him on the back a few times,
no need to get touchy about it.

Marluxion carefully put down his goblet and
looked at the little fairy.  He cleared his
throat several times before speaking, "I
appreciate you concern, Bitsy, but dragon's
superior parts do not shrivel, no matter
whether they have a lady friend or not.
If I have the need to mate, I find a
dragoness who is also feeling the same urge.
I think you need to stop taking each of
Trink's exaggerations as being the truth 
of all truths.  He is an elf who loves 
to tell tale tales, most with himself 
being the rescuing hero to some overly
endowed female."  He chuckled as he saw
her look down at her chest, "everything
in its time, child, nature provides what
it will, no more, no less."

He realized she was going to pursue the subject
and held up a paw, to silence her.  "I have an
errand for you to run tomorrow, it has been
a while since you've seen your parents. I have
been sending them regular progress reports, so
they needn't worry about your care and well 
being.  You can deliver this next one in person,
visit with your family and friends, have a day
of play.  You have worked hard and earned it."
Marluxion had every intentions of informing
Bitsy's mother that it was about time she and
her daughter had a long discussion on the
sexual aspects of a fairy's life.

He sent her off to bed, little bits of thread
and cloth trailed behind her, she muttered as
she realized she had sewn the new garment to
her skirt.  After washing up for the night,
Bitsy sat on her bed, brushing her hair, she
didn't notice the little cracklings of static
as she brushed it, she didn't notice how long,
and thick it was, how it seemed to float about
her and bounce with life, just like she did.
Bitsy put her brush away, and slipped under
the covers, snuggling down under the warm
soft blankets, she fell asleep giggling as
she remembered the look on the old dragons
face as she mentioned shriveled parts.

The morning dawned bright and crisp, small
ice crystals seemed to float in the air,
shimmering as the sun slowly came up to
melt them into dew drops for the forest.
Bitsy dressed quickly, in a hurry to be
on her way.  She fixed their breakfast,
always trying to get Marluxion to eat
better, he often seemed too preoccupied
with his studies to eat.  After cleaning
up, she looked expectantly at Marluxion.

He handed her the scroll intended for her
parents, this she tucked away in the small
pouch she always carried. Telling her to
enjoy herself, he sent her on her way.
She always loved the way he did that, so
autocratically, with a wave of his paw
and poof she was gone.  

Bitsy stood in the forest glade, watching
the morning sun filter down through the
tree's, she listened to the sounds of the
forest and smiled, this was home.  She
dearly loved Marluxion and enjoyed living
in his lair, learning all the amazing 
things he had to teach.  But it just
wasn't home, deep inside the lair you
couldn't hear the noise of the forest,
the animals waking to the dawn, the
tree's coming alive with the sun.
With a happy sigh, she twirled around,
her arms out stretched, she loved her
forest.

With a loud *umph* she slammed into
something and went flying onto her
bottom. She looked up startled, the
sun in her eye's, she put up her hand.
Two strong hands lifted her back onto 
her feet. "I see you haven't learned 
to stay upright yet, I'm amazed you've
survived as long as you have." a brisk
male voice stated.  Bitsy bent down to
brush herself off and finally got a
look at who had helped her up.
He was very tall, his hair jet black,
down to his collar, his face deeply
tanned, His eye's were the color of
rich amber. As her eye's slide over
him she couldn't help but notice 
how muscular his thighs looked in
his tight leggings. She felt her
cheeks turn warm and hurriedly looked
elsewhere.

"hello, WindWhispers, thanks for
helping me up, but if you hadn't been
standing so close, I wouldn't have
banged into you and fallen down."
She rambled as she skipped along,
as usual not watching where she was
going and promptly ran into a small
sapling. Once again, the strong hands
reached out and caught her before she
could fall.

He couldn't help but laugh, he had
known Bitsy all her life, she was
only 5 years younger then he.  They
had played together often, until 
he had reached a certain age, then
the idea of playing with a girl fairy
was enough to make a guy shudder.
The last time she had come home, he
had been away, but had heard about
her visit from his friends.

For the first time since she had bumped
into him, WindWhispers really looked at Bitsy.
Instead of the gangly little girl fairy he
remembered, there danced along side him
a tall, very young woman, her hair falling 
over her shoulders, down to the middle 
of her back.  He wanted to reach out and touch 
it, feel it, as it seemed to float around her, 
an odd color, he thought to himself, not white, 
not blue, he couldn't quite put his finger on 
exactly what color it was.

Amid the hugs and chatter from her family
and friends, Bitsy lost sight of WindWhispers,
several times she looked around for him but
he seemed to have left, he promptly vanished
from her thoughts as she handed her father
the scroll, Marluxion had sent.  She nibbled
on her lip as she watched her father read,
he kept looking at her then reading, then
looking at her again.  "I'm doing very well
in my studies, Father" she said putting on
a bright little smile.  Her father burst into
laughter as he handed the scroll to her mother.

Bitsy stood there fighting back the tears, 
that her father's laughter had brought to 
her eye's.  Her heart ached deep inside,
All her life the forest folk had laughed 
at her, sometimes unkindly, but usually 
with what she felt was sympathetic kindness.
It still hurt though, no one wants to be
laughed at, they want to be laughed with.

"What has she done now? blown up the old
dragons work shop again?" She turned with
a hiss on her lips and shoved Keebler aside,
"I haven't done anything wrong and your
mean to even thinks such things!" Bitsy
snarled as she fled out the door, banging
into the doorway, she kept on going.

Sitting under a small tree, Bitsy cried,
her tiny crystal tears streaming down her
cheeks.  She knew she shouldn't of shoved
Keebler, he wasn't a mean fairy, just seemed
to find everything in life so amusing.
Keebler was her cousin, he had round chubby
cheeks, a little button of a nose, and 
could only be kindly called short. As
long as Bitsy could remember Keebler had
followed WindWhisper around. Her thoughts
distracted, wondering when WindWhisper had
gotten so tall, his hands so strong.

Her mother sat down next to her and pulled
her into warm loving arms. Bitsy cried 
against her mothers shoulder for a long 
time.  Thamara softly brushed the tears
from her daughter's face.  "Your father's
laughter was not directed at you, Bitsy,
but at what Marluxion had written, he was
imagining the look on the old dragon's face
as you asked about shriveled parts and 
couldn't help laughing." at the look on
her daughters face, Thamara smiled "yes,
he did mention that and a few other things
he thought should be brought to our attention.
Bitsy, you were born reaching out to the 
world, your eye's searching for things only
you could see.  Your love of life, the
quest to see and experience everything you
possibly can, pushes you in a great rush.
One day all the bits and pieces will fall
into place, you have to learn to give life
time to catch up with you."

Bitsy gave a watery chuckle, "the look on
his face was funny, but I was only asking 
out of concern for him.  Trink says that
no matter how old you get, you have to use
your superior parts regularly or your system
gets all out of sorts and it can be very
painful." Bitsy looked earnestly at her 
mother, waiting for a reply.

Her mother laughed and hugged Bitsy, then
she pulled Bitsy to her feet, the two walked,
gathering flowers, looking at the forest,
checking on the animals. As they walked,
Thamara talked to her daughter about growing
up, about the natural curiosity about all
things sexual.  Her mother explained how
confusing and frustrating it was reaching a
certain age and being overwhelmed by your
body and all the new, strange feelings that
seemed to run wild.  They talked for a long
time, Thamara encouraging Bitsy to ask all
the questions she wanted.  Once during their
talk she gently patted Bitsy's cheek that
was a bright flushed pink, "sex is as natural
as the sun coming up each morning and setting
each night. Your growing up and one day you
will be ready for a mate of your own.  In
the mean time, just enjoy who and what you
are and let life, your family and Marluxion
worry abut the rest."

The day passed quickly, much to quickly, Bitsy
knew she needed to return to the lair soon, but 
didn't think it would hurt to go back just a bit 
later then usual.  She had much to think about,
the day had brought many interesting facts and
thoughts.  Hugging her family goodbye, she looked
up at the full moon and smiled, then waved as
she slowly vanished from view.

Sitting at the very top of the tree, where she
had once watched MiLady and Virlane in the glen
below. Bitsy looked out into the night sky, so
big, so wondrous, she felt as if she could reach
out and touch the moon as it glowed down on the
tiny earth below.  She heard a noise behind her,
just the brush of a branch against another, but
she heard it and slowly turned.  He stood leaning
against the tree, his arms folded across his chest,
one ankle casually resting over the other.

For a long time the two looked at each other,
WindWhisper held out a small cape, "its going
to storm soon, the wind is rising, you might
want this."  She nodded holding out her hand,
afraid if she moved, she would do something
really stupid like fall out of the tree. 
Instead she slipped, catching her long shirt
on a branch, she dangled there trying desperately
to undo her shirt, feeling like a complete
fool. Once again tears filled her eye's,
it seemed as if that's all she did these days,
cry and appear foolish.

Not saying a word, WindWhispers bent down
and untangled her shirt, holding onto her 
tiny wrist with the other hand.  He pulled
her up and wrapped the cape around her 
shoulders. Reaching out he took a small
leaf from her hair and flicked it away,
watching it float out on the night air.
He turned his deep amber eye's to look
at Bitsy.  He looked into her eye's, they
were so dark blue, almost black as the 
midnight sky.  His eye's dropped down to 
her lips, he almost groaned, as she 
unconsciously ran the tip of her tongue
over her lips.  His hands tightened on
the edges of her cape, he slowly pulled
her forward.   He bent his head and barely
brushed his lips over hers, then carefully
pressed his lips to hers, his tongue slipped
between her lips as she gasped.  His hands
slide inside the cape and cupped her young
breasts, then moved down her back to her
waist, he pulled her up against his body.
He whispered into her ear "Your mine, 
dearling, you always have been, soon
you'll be old enough for me to come for
you."  WindWhispers set her away from him
and once again pulled the cape closed around
her, "Head home, the storm is almost here,
it's going to be a bad one, I must leave
and warn the others." then he touched his
lips to hers once more and left.

Bitsy stood on the tree branch, staring
after him.  She knew she must have looked
like a gasping fish out of water, with
her mouth hanging open.  She touched her
fingers to her lips, her eye's wide with
surprise, as she watched him leave.
Muttering to herself "his indeed, well
he has another thing coming if he thinks,
he can just fly by kiss me and say I'm
his!"  She was just about to depart when
she looked up and outlined by the moon
flew a dragon, it was flying erratically,
it suddenly seemed to plummet to the earth.


Flying as fast as she could, Bitsy was
shocked to see Virlane's golden dragoness
laying on the ground, her tail wrapped
around her body, she kept moaning as
Bitsy got closer.  Bitsy flew all around
the dragoness, looking and touching,
"where are you hurt? lady, is anything
broken? let me go get Virlane for you,
he will fix everything all up, don't
go anywhere, I will be right back."

The golden dragoness, grabbed ahold of 
Bitsy's cape and let out a deep moan, 
she seemed to shimmer then turned into 
the human woman, Katrina. "please Bitsy,
find Virlane, he is at a gathering of
friends, I tried to go to him but it
was to late, I have to return to the
keep."

Bitsy was shocked as she looked at the
human woman, she was naked and her huge
distended belly, seemed stretched to the
breaking point, Her eye's widened even
more as Katrina moaned in pain and grabbed
her belly. "look, you can't have a hatchling
here, not in the forest, not now, there are
night creatures wandering, you have to go
home." she tugged at the lady trying to get
her attention.  Katrina cried out again 
"the baby is coming, Bitsy, please you have
to help me." Bitsy's thought flew around 
wildly "cross your legs, that's it, just
cross your legs and keep them tights."

She knew she had to get the lady to the
tower room. The wind had started to blow
badly, the air had suddenly turned cold,
the lady lay on the ground, shivering and
moaning in pain.  She took a deep breath, 
then another, she remembered Marluxion's words
"No matter in times of stress or fear, keep
the inner calm, that will help you work your
magic." Bitsy closed her eye's, breathing
deeply, she touched the lady and in a soft
calm voice uttered the words that would
transport the two of them to the tower room.

Bitsy looked at the woman writhing on the bed,
she knew she had to get her human help, she
turned and flew right into the curtains hanging
around the large bed, with a muttered curse
she untangled herself and flew out the window
to the stables.  She saw the candle light
coming from under Drappers door and pounded
on the door, trying to shove it open, she
muttered to herself then appeared on the
other side of the door. She went tumbling
into the room.  Drapper looked up in 
surprise, ah it was Bitsy, one should of
known. 

"Drapper, you have to come quickly, the lady,
she needs help, you have to hurry, she is in
the tower room, she says the hatchling is 
coming!"  Drapper jumped to his feet as he
watched Bitsy fly out of the room.
Bitsy he yelled, "Where is Virlane?"  She
flew back into the room "at some kind of
gathering, that's all I know" the she flew
out again heading for the tower room.
Drapper ran to the chest in the corner,
he pulled out a bell and started to shake
it, it didn't make a sound but he knew
no matter where Virlane was he would hear
it and know it was an emergency.  Then he
ran out of the room, yelling for Mary.

Bitsy flew back into the room just as the
lady screamed.  Bitsy froze in mid air,
then felt like screaming herself as the
lady screamed again. Katrina saw Bitsy
and reached for her. "Bitsy you have to
help, the baby is coming, NOW!"  Shaking
like a leaf Bitsy had no idea what she
could possibly do, but went to help, she
saw the lady pushing down on her huge belly
and watched as the child came out.  Bitsy
knew it should be crying, she knew it should
be moving, she went and touched the baby,
then saw the cord around its neck.  She
had seen that once a long time ago, a new
born fawn that had died.

Bitsy put her hand on the cord, took a 
deep breath and spoke softly, her hand 
seemed to glow a soft blue as the cord
fell away, then she placed her hand on
the babies chest, rubbing as her hand
glowed a darker blue.

Katrina watched, tears streaming down
her face, she wanted to scream that
it couldn't be true, her child couldn't
be dead, she moaned, where was Virlane.

Bitsy concentrated with all her might,
until it felt as if her hand was burning
off, suddenly she saw a movement, she
pushed again on the babies chest, it
moved again. Suddenly the baby made a
tiny little noise, almost like a kittens
cry.  Katrina heard the sound also and
tried to sit up, reaching for her baby.
Bitsy pulled her hand back and looked
at the baby closely, it seemed to be
ok, not that she had seen a human baby
before. She reached down and touched it
again, goodness it sure was a mess, she
thought.

A roar filled the air and Bitsy was tossed
across the room as Collin, who was also the
dragon Virlane, husband to Katrina, the
woman and golden dragoness, scooped up his
child into his large hands.  He turned with
a terrible look in his eye's "don't touch
the baby!"  Bitsy who had slammed into the
wall, sat stunned on the floor, she stared
at Collin and started to speak just as
the door to the chamber slammed open and
Drapper came running in with Mary and Harriett
right behind him.  It seemed as if the
whole room was in chaos, everyone talking
at once.

Bitsy slowly stood up and quietly flew out
of the window, the fierce wind blew, grabbing
at her hair and her cape, it pushed her this
way and that.  She didn't notice when it started
to rain, or when the rain turned to sleet.
She finally lay huddled under a bush, shivering,
she tried to concentrate, tried to remember 
the words to get to Marluxion's lair.  She
could feel him looking for her, she tried to
hang onto his thoughts. 

In an instant she was in the study of the lair,
she lay curled up on the floor, shivering. then
felt a paw wrap around her.  With deep concern,
Marluxion quickly went into the bathing chambers,
he stripped off her ice covered clothes, his
breath warmed her, before he gently put her into
a small pool of hot water, she cried out as
the hot water washed over her cold body and
tried to get out, he held her in the water
until he was sure she was warmed enough.
Wrapping a warm towel around her, he dried
her gently off.  Instead of taking her to
her own sleeping alcove, he placed her on his
bed where he could keep watch over her.

He watched her as she lay huddled under the
covers, her teeth chattering as each shiver 
wracked her tiny body.  She fought him as
he tried to make her drink the medicines he
had prepared, managing to get some into her
but he wanted her to drink more.  Satisfied
at last he set the small cup down. Even though
he soothed her with a sleeping spell, she tossed
about, moaning in her sleep.  He frowned as
he heard her crying in her sleep, that she
hadn't hurt the baby.  It was well into the
next day before she finally slept as if 
unconscious.  The old dragon lay curled
around her adding his warmth to her body,
he felt the fever, and warmed her more,
until she was soaking wet with her own
sweat.  He dried her off and covered her
once again with warm dry blankets.  

Bitsy tried to push the covers off, she
was so hot, so thirsty, her arms seemed
to be made of lead and she finally stopped,
the effort to much for her.  She opened
her eyes hearing Marluxion urging her to
take a drink. she drank and drank until
he took the cup away, she looked at him
again tiredly and closed her eyes.







 





















 


























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