mickie the pixie

8 in the morning, and the gym was already hot, loud, and musty. Everywhere in sight there were bodies running, jumping, lifting, pushing, twisting, stretching, or doing whatever could be done to get into a different shape than the one they were already in.

There was Mickie, near the mirrors along the back wall, Linkin Park blaring in her headphones, finishing her leg day routine with squats. Mickie wasn’t an athlete, a fitness buff, or a health nut; she just liked her body to look a certain way. Purposefully androgynous.

As she focused on her own form under the weight rack in the mirror, preparing for her last set of reps, the reason for her work passed behind her. A tall, muscular, chocolate-brown man took the weight bench just behind her. As she started her set, his eyes locked on her tight, round ass for a little longer than a casual glance. Mickie smirked.

What he saw was a five-foot-five, tan-skinned woman with shapely, muscular legs; a firm, round ass; tight abs; a flat chest; and a pixie cut. What he didn’t know was Mickie was actually a pixie, one of the few pixies born without a gender, and preferred “they/them.”

It was a strange phenomenon that no one knew the reason for, but 1 in every 1,000 pixies born in the modern age was born this way. It gives them powerful magic, but they are unable to parent children. Stranger still, the magic in their bodies causes them to shift in relation to whoever they are aroused by.

As such, the pixie community unofficially, derogatorily, labels these individuals B.T.B.F., born to be fucked.

Mickie embraced the label on their own terms. They would be no one’s whore, but they lived the life they wanted to live, how they wanted to live it. This was one of the things that passed through their mind as they passed flirty glances back and forth with the sexy man behind them through the mirror.

By the time Mickie was done with their set, they had a nice, juicy, fully formed pussy darkening the fabric of their spandex shorts. They grabbed a pair of free weights, then moved a weight bench in front of the guy they’d been flirting with. They straddled it and waited until they knew he was watching before bending over and arching their back, making sure he had a clear view of what they were offering.

They played at doing some sort of tricep exercise so as to not be TOO obvious to the rest of the gym. When they were done, they reracked the weights, then walked to the door to the locker rooms and busied themselves on their phone as they waited.

It wasn’t long before that tall, sexy man joined them, leaning on the wall, trying to play it cool. Mickie smiled up at him and put a hand on his muscular chest, biting their lip.

“Sauna 4, five minutes.” They said sweetly before winking and disappearing behind the door.

Seven minutes later, Mickie was relaxing in the sauna. They were wearing nothing but a towel tied at the chest, but the guy hadn’t shown up yet. They weren’t upset. They just assumed it had something to do with the ring on his finger. They could respect that.

Mickie sighed, closed her eyes, and laid her head back. Just as their magic was about to fade, there was a tap at the sauna door, and in walks the man Mickie had been waiting for. He was wearing a towel around his waist that was barely holding on and no ring.

He made his way over to Mickey slowly, dropping his towel as his eyes drank in tan skin and wet pussy as Mickey’s towel opened up, inviting him. He stood between their strong legs, and not a word was spoken as soft, wet lips enveloped his stiff member.

Mickie took him all the way to the base from the very beginning. They set a quick pace with his balls in their hand, wanting him as hard as possible as fast as possible. Mickie knew what they wanted, and it wasn’t this guy’s name or backstory.

Once his soldier was at full attention, Mickie made eye contact with the enraptured man, sucked on his tip, and pulled back until it came out of their mouth with a pop. Mickie bit their lip and smirked before climbing onto the sauna bench and leaning over the back.

Mickie peeked back at the man and wiggled their firm ass at him in invitation. To their surprise, the man knelt, then stuck his thumb in their asshole as he plunged his tongue in their pussy. Mickie gasped, then moaned, pushing back against the man, taking him deeper as he lapped at their magical juices.

Most guys, provided an opportunity like this, would just dive in dick first, unconcerned with how Mickie felt. In this situation, Mickie was not about to complain or pass up such a generous lover. They ground their hip into his face and fingers and rode him right into a shivering climax that felt better than the last three that came before it.

Mickie rewarded the man by turning around, bringing their feet up by their ears, and beckoning him with a finger. The man gripped Mickie’s body and sank his long, hard, throbbing cock deep inside their sopping wet pussy.

He groaned through gritted teeth as he rammed thick, hard wood into virgin-tight folds. Mickie’s ankles locked around the man’s neck as they rocked against his thrust. The pair locked hands for savage leverage as their bodies crashed together harder and faster until they both nearly bit through their lips, trying not to scream as orgasms ripped through their bodies at the same time.

Mickie sat up, struggling to breathe in the sex-thick air of the sauna. The man stood on spaghetti legs as they both went for their towels. Mickie stood on tiptoes and kissed the man on his cheek before scurrying out.

“You were fantastic.”