Loli Christmas Carol #1: "Blast from the Past"

by Pulsar

Hello kiddies! I usually don't introduce non-creepy tales. But since this one features ghosts, I figured I might as well. And so we bring you a twisted version of Mr. Dickens' tale about naughtiness and niceness... and a little naughtiness in a nice sort of way. So relax and enjoy this new vulgar twist on an old classic! Sorry Charlie!

A Loli Christmas Carol

Thirteen-year-old Eleanor Scrude walked though the middle-school cafeteria proudly in her denim miniskirt and her rather trendy leather jacket and high-heeled boots. She was considered one of the most popular and pretty girls of the school. And not quite unfairly so, for her long bare legs were quite a gorgeous sight, having been the cheerleader captain. Her face bore the décor of a supermodel and her long hair was usually coiffed in a fancy salon, all paid for by her well-to-do parents. And only the richest and trendiest of boys were allowed to get close to her. And naturally, she ate up all the attention with an insatiable appetite. And the only thing that thrilled her as much as her celebrity status and attention, was to berate those whom she deemed 'below' her... which was most of the school population.

And the one in particular whom she singled out more than the others to belittle was Bobbi Crockett, the homely nerdish type more at home with a book than makeup, and who preferred classical music to rock-and-roll, and who was content to wear clothes from the local Wal-Mart rather than Neiman Marcus. And what made Bobbi such an easy target was the fact that she had subtlety come out as a lesbian several years ago. And thus Eleanor never wasted a chance to crack 'gay' jokes whenever the opportunity arose.

And on the very last day of school before school let out for the Holidays, the students were restless in the school lunchroom, waiting for their early release. But at that time when Bobbi came by with her food tray, Eleanor stuck her foot. The mighty crash resounded throughout the whole lunchroom, even over the multitude of loud murmuring conversations. And suddenly, their came the mightiest boisterous laughter ever known in the cafeteria. "Have a nice trip, you dyke-nerd!" laughed Eleanor. "You are such a loser! How much did your mommy pay for that skirt? Fifty cents?"

And thus all the preppy members of the in-crowd who surrounded her joined in another round of laughter. What made it all the worse for Bobbi as that her plaid skirt had flipped up, leaving her panties completely exposed to them all. And in spite of her being a 'plain' type of girl, her bare un-tanned legs were rather shapely and curvy, being that her hips were beginning to develop. Eleanor's eyes did fall on the visage, yet she quickly looked away, not wishing to be seen staring at such a visage of smooth shiny flesh. "No wonder she's a gay wad! No guy would ever get near her!" she said.

However, the teachers who were on duty ran over to help the poor chagrined Bobbi back to her feet. "What happened?!" demanded Mrs. Morrison.

"Oh, it was an accident!" gleamed Eleanor with the sweetest innocent eyes! "Honest! I didn't see her!"

"Well... be careful next time!" said Mrs. Morrison.

But Bobbi looked back at her, somewhat successful at hiding her tears. "Y'know. Gay bashing is done by those who are repressing their own homosexuality!" she said.

"Oh yeah! Right! Go away!" snapped Eleanor. And once the teacher walked away, Eleanor turned back to her confederates. "Did you see the look on that loser's ugly face? Oh-mah-gawd! It was hilarious!"

Barry, another well-to-do jock and all around popular boy laughed with her. "Gee, Eleanor! You're the coolest girl I know!"

"I know!" she said with her nose in the air, seductively crossing her tanned shapely legs.

But the time passed and school let out for winter break. While some of the more humbler students would simply be at home, Eleanor's father was going to take her snow skiing in Colorado right after Christmas. And thus on Christmas Eve, she packed her suitcases for the trip. She had a Gucci bag as her carry-on luggage to flaunt to the other first-class passengers. For her father had recently got a handsome Christmas bonus. And thus nearly ready for her trip after Christmas day, she snuggled into bed, thinking only of all the presents her well-to-do parents might have provided. Though they were divorced, her father was always sending her immaculate things to maintain her favor. And thus she had every reason to believe she would be unwrapping fancy jewelry, expensive clothing, and dare she dream... a pedigree to a well-bred horse!

That evening, she attended a party hosted by her somewhat boyfriend Barry Hawkins, the star athlete of the school also born into a home of wealth means. There was music dancing, some spiked punch, and even a little groping, before she returned home that night.

And somewhat light-headed and jolly from the punch, she put on a tee and fresh pantie and climbed into bed, imagining of the material gain that would come on Christmas morning. She turned out the light while visions of these things danced in her head as faded off into a deep sleep.

She had lost all sense of time as she began to dream what all girls her age dream of, yet soon an unsetting presence came over her. Perhaps it was the howling winter wind or the noise of the central heating. But soon she stirred and felt quite uneasy, as if being watched. She listened to the falling snow pelt her window outside for a few moments, and then wondered if the wind whispered her name. "Eeeleeannorrr!" she thought she heard. Yet she lay down again. But the next time she heard it, there remained no doubt. "Eleanor Scrude!" the voice called out again. Instantly, she sat up in a fright. There in her room stood a ghostly apparition, yet somewhat familiar.

"Who's there!" she demanded.

"Eleanor Scrude! It's me. Jackie Marlin! Last year's prom queen!"

"Jackie Marlin!" gasped Eleanor. "You... you were the coolest... hippest girl in school! Cheer captain, Prom Queen, most likely to succeed. Most Popular... everything! Well, until that car crash that killed you! Oh yeah, your cool boyfriend was totally drunk when he was driving you home and crashed!"

"Oh Eleanor!" she cried out again in a terrifying voice. She stepped closer to the bed with a clanking sound of chains upon her. "In life, I was those things. But now, I'm in limbo, condemned to warn others of the fate they weave! And so shall you be too! Oh pay head to me, you shallow mortal, lest your fate be worse than mine!"

"Oh, gi'me a break! I don't believe in ghosts!"

"Then don't!" cried the spirit of Jackie Marlin. "But tonight, you will be visited by three spirits who will show you the error of your ways! Pay heed to them, lest you drag your chains as I do!"

"Oh-mah-gawd! Like... I'm sooooo tripping!" cried Eleanor. "That's all, I'm tripping!"

But then the apparition in her room began to fade. "The first spirit shall arrive at the stroke of midnight! Farewell, you shallow one!" And thus the spirit was gone.

"Oh-mah-gawd!" mumbled Eleanor again. "Must have been the spiked punch I drank or something!" And with that, she pulled the covers over her head and fell back to sleep.

And though she slept soundly, the twelve chimes of the grandfather clock in the house woke her like it had never done before. Eleanor opened her eyes and looked about her room, only to see her digital clock glowing '12:00am.' "Midnight! Hmph! It was nothing but a weird dream!" And thus she lay down again.

However, with the wind outside came a whisper of her name again, only this time in a different voice. "Eleanor!"

"Who's there?"

"Eeeleeeannorrr!" it moaned.

And thus she sat up again, only to see her closet door opening up with the light on inside. And out stepped a shadowy figure in a glowing cloud. "Who's there?" she demanded again.

"I'm the Pixie of Christmas Past!" replied the other-worldly being.

"A pixie? What's a pixie? "

"It's a spirit that looks good in a miniskirt!" replied the pixie. "Now come! Come with me! Come back a time and place that once was, but is no more!"

"Like... I'm not going with you!"

"You must!" moaned the spirit. And as she stepped into view, she swore she saw an apparition resembling something like 'Tinkerbell,' an icon of her bygone childhood. She was clad in a white mini-dress that barely covered her knickers, displaying long bare legs. Her hair was up in a bun and she carried what looked like wand, and fairy wings fluttered behind her. "Come see where you've been, and where you erred!"

And thus curiosity brought Eleanor out of bed, clad only in her skimpy nightshirt, panties, and bobby socks. "Okay, I'm here! What do you want?"

"It's not what I want," replied the spirit. "It's what you need!" Suddenly, she coughed a little, and started to giggle. "Gee, I hate that ghost-style voice!"

"Well..." huffed Eleanor as she looked the spirit over. "Gee... nice legs!"

"What? Are you... gay?"

"Huh? Who me?"

"Well... just wondering. After all, I caught you looking!" quipped the spirit! "Come!"

"Look, you Tinker-Bell wanna-be! I'm not going anywhere!" protested Eleanor. "Now... get out of my room!"

But the pixie spirit gave her a wicked grin and waved her wand, sending a cloud of glowing fairy dust everywhere. Suddenly, Eleanor realized she was no longer in her room, but outside on a warm sunny day! There they stood on a school playground with children running about, all clad in the clothing trends of yesteryear. "Where are we?" asked Eleanor. "This doesn't look like Christmas to me!"

"It's not a matter of 'where' but a matter of 'when!'" replied the pixie. "This is your past. It's your second-grade year, I believe. And you're right. This is early May, I think, and it would seem it's recess time here on the playground!"

"Yeah... so?"

"Well, let's have a look around!" coaxed the pixie.

And so, they approached a cluster of monkey bars and jungle gyms, all surrounded by a large ring of wooden ties to contain a large bed of sand. And thus the boisterous multitude of noisy children raced about in the spring sun in various activities. Boys played 'army' and 'superheroes' as girls sat in groups playing 'house' or 'tag.' In the distance, some girls spun a jump rope as others would jump, all chanting their playground cadences. But there alone on one bar hung a girl upside down. Her face was not visible from where Eleanor and her ghostly escort stood, yet her little short outgrown sundress hung free, exposing a white pair of panties clinging tightly to a shapely bottom as her long legs hung tight to the bar. Eleanor's eyes soon fixated on the sight as the long hair and dress dangled toward the ground. "Hmmmm, see something you like?" asked the spirit sarcastically.

"Well... no!" insisted Eleanor. "It's just that... well, I'd forgotten how our panties once showed like that and we never noticed... or cared! Gee, what an easy life it was in second-grade!"

"Naturally!" agreed the spirit with a grin. "Cute one, isn't she! But then again, you're not gay so you should be watching the boys, shouldn't you?!"

"But... but... boys were so, er... 'icky' back then!" protested Eleanor.

"Well, why don't you go up and see who our little friend is?!" coaxed the spirit. "Go on! This is the past! No one here can see or hear us!"

"Really?" said Eleanor as she shyly walked across the sand pit toward the upside-down girl. She approached with caution nevertheless, slowly walking around the bars. Then, she saw that unforgettable face.

"Well...?" coaxed the spirit.

"It's... it's... Bobbi Crocket!"

"Oh me, oh my!" said the spirit in mock shock. "So it is! Ain't she sweet?!"

"Uh... no! She's... she's a loser! She's a scum! A dweeb! A social misfit!"

"Says you!" snapped the spirit!

"Says me and everyone else!" asserted Eleanor.

"And what do they know?" replied the spirit. "They haven't even finished eighth-grade yet! Neither have you! You have much to learn! Go ahead! Cop a feel! You know you want to reach out and touch her! Go on! No one can see us! And she won't feel you! No one will ever know!"

Eleanor began to tremble as she stood right next to Bobbi's second-grade body hanging upside down, those slightly-scratched bare knees right before her face. She raised a hand to reach out, and then stopped. "No! I won't do it! I mean... I don't want..." Yet her trembling voice could speak no more. Suddenly, her hand reached out and touched the soft flesh that covered her bent knee. Slowly, she let her fingertips run along her thigh, all the way down to her panty line.

"Well...?" queried the spirit.

"She's... she's soft! And smooth... like glass!"

"Isn't she?" said the spirit with a smile. "But the body is only a shell really. What's inside is what makes us who we are! Come with me, now!"

"Where are we going?"

"A few months back!" And with that, the pixie waved her wand again.

Suddenly, they stood on a snowy street beneath a gray overcast. The cars along the street flanked by humble homes were not Cadillacs and Mercedes, but Chevrolets and old Fords. "Where are we?" asked Eleanor.

"It's December of our second-grade year," replied the spirit. "Here is Bobbi's house! Not a large home in a yuppie neighborhood like you're used to! But it keeps them warm!"

"Why are we here? What's going on?"

"Let's find out!" said the spirit. "Let's go inside!" And so they simply passed through the front door without opening it and found themselves in a living room of second-hand furniture. In the middle of the floor was Bobbi on her hands and knees in a night shirt, once again her panty-clad bottom facing them.

"What's she doing?" asked Eleanor. But suddenly there came the cooing sound of a baby from the floor. As she walked around, she could see that Bobbi was hanging over her baby sister, hardly a year old. "Oh-mah-gawd! Something stinks!"

"Of course," replied the spirit! "Baby sister is only fourteen months old! You had some nasty nappies too at that age!"

And thus Eleanor squatted down just to see what Bobbi was doing. "Eeew! Tina have a stinky diaper?" said young Bobbi with a giggly grin. "Eeeew! 'tinky diaper!" And thus Eleanor watched as the proud big sister Bobbi removed the diaper and began to clean the rather rancid mess.

"Eeew! Oh-mah-gawd! That's gross!" protested Eleanor holding her nose. "If they can't see or hear us, you could at least make it to where we can't smell them!"

But the pixie spirit only giggled as she sat down on an old couch. She brought her knees up to her chest, thus leaving her camel-toed knickers in full view. Naturally, curious Eleanor could only stare at the perfect curve and form of her ghostly guide. "Do you like the view?" she asked.

"Uh... well... you do know that your panties are showing," said Eleanor.

"So they are," replied the spirit. "And so are Bobbi's. And so are yours, for that matter, being that you're only in your cute little night shirt. And as for Tiny Tina, everything of hers is showing!"

Eleanor looked back to see Bobbi still hanging over her baby sister on her knees, cleaning her up with a baby wipe. "There we go! All clean!" she sang to the cooing infant.

"Of all the things she could be doing, why is she dealing with that 'gross-me-out-the-door' diaper?!" huffed Eleanor.

"You expect Tiny Tina to change her own diapers? There IS this thing called 'DEVOTION!'" snapped the spirit. "Y'know. Helping those in need! Devotion is a beautiful thing! Ever heard of it?"

Eleanor looked again as Bobbi cradled her baby sister in her lap. "Tina wuv Bobbi? Bobbi wuv's Tina!" she cooed and then kissed the baby on the forehead. "You're such a pretty baby!"

"Awwww, isn't that sweet!" said the spirit.

"Oh, pul-leeeze!" protested Eleanor. "You expect me to let her into the 'in-crowd' just because she likes the smell of poop?!"

"She hates the smell as much as you do!" snapped the spirit. "But she's not a selfish little brat! She cares for others, unlike some people we can both name!"

"All right! That's it! Look, I don't know who you are, but this little... uh... head game is not gonna work! I'm cool and she's a nobody! Now take me back to my room!"

"So soon?" said the spirit sarcastically. "Well... sure! I can arrange that!" said the spirit as she rose from the couch.

But Eleanor turned once more to watch Bobbi playing with Tiny Tina. She was on all fours again, kissing her all over as those little arms and legs fluttered about. Bobbi's night shirt was up around her waist, leaving those little pink panties exposes as they stretched tightly over her round bottom. And thus Eleanor reached down and gently squeezed that bottom. She let her fingertips run down the back of those smooth bare legs, all the way to her bent knees.

"Having fun?" asked the giggly spirit.

"Oh!" said Eleanor with a jolt.

"Busted! Now, you did say you were not gay, didn't you," giggled the spirit.

"Well... of course I'm not gay! I'm not a lesbo!"

"Oh, of course! Well, let's go home!" And with that, she waved her wand with a flash!

But when the fairy dust cleared, Eleanor did not find her home... at least as it was. Instead, she found her home of yesteryear. "Hey! This isn't my home... of the present!" she protested.

"Oh! That's right!" replied the ghostly pixie. "But we are home! It's what you asked! Now, let's go back to your room!" And with another wave of her wand, they stood in Eleanor's room of old. There was the fancy bed covered in pink lacy beddings. Dolls and animals of every kind that had been the latest trends of each year adorned her shelves. And on one wall was her gymnastic picture of her cute little body in a leotard. "My, what a nice pad you have!" exclaimed the spirit.

"Mmmn, myeah. So? It's just a room," mumbled Eleanor unimpressed.

"And my, look at all these toys! Christmas presents from the years, I presume! And me oh my! Such nice preppy clothes in your closet!"

"So! They're last years fashions!" protested Eleanor. "I can't be seen in them anymore!"

"Oh? Of course! And say, where's your mommy and daddy?"

"They got divorced just before Christmas of this year... I think!" mumbled Eleanor. "Dad was always running around on business trips and Mom had her bridge club, her trips to the salon and the spa and stuff!"

"Oh! Well, at least they buy you a bunch of cool stuff! Say, who changed your diapers anyway?"

"Oh, Mom had a nanny, I think!" said Eleanor.

"Aaaww! No wonder you're such a little brat! It must suck going through life, knowing that you just weren't good enough for your own mother to take care of. She'd rather have a stranger do it!"

"What? Like... that's not true I..." Suddenly, it sank in. Yes, her mother always seemed too busy. And handling dirty diapers was definitely beneath her... even her own daughters'. As such, Eleanor began to choke up. A few tears began to fall from her eyes as she wondered if it was true.

"Oh well! Here! Look at all these cool things they bought you! That'll cheer you up!"

"Go away!" snapped Eleanor as she hid her face. "Go away! Leave me alone! Take me back... back to my real time!"

"All in good time, my dear!" said the spirit. "But first..." Poof! Suddenly, they were back at the school yard. Once again, the sun was shining on the warm September day.

"Hey! We've been here before!" protested Eleanor.

"That was April! This is September... a few weeks into second-grade," replied the spirit. "Come... let's see what you're up to!"

And thus she forced Eleanor across the playground over to the black top, where two little girls swung a jump rope as another jumped up and down in time to a playground chant. "Cinderella-- dressed in yell-a-- goin' to the ball to-- meet her fell-a!"

"Say, isn't that you holding the rope?" asked the pixie.

"Oh... yeah, that's me," stammered Eleanor as she looked at her seven-year-old self in a new little short school dress that only came down to mid thigh for the warm months of school.

"My, you were a cute one!" said the pixie. "And such pretty little bare knees!"

"Oh pu-leeeze! Gi'me a break!" groaned Eleanor.

"But beauty is only skin deep!" continued the pixie spirit as she poked at Eleanor. "Just how beautiful were you really?"

"Uh... I dunno," mumbled Eleanor.

"Well, let's see!"

And so they watched as a shy girl approached with pink-framed glasses, clad in a dress that she had nearly outgrown. For it hung not far below her panties and was definitely not name-brand. Yet she was tall with long flowing hair and had long legs with navy blue knee socks and scuffed 'Mary Jane' shoes. "Say, it our old friend, Bobbi Crocket, isn't it!" declared the spirit.

"Oh yeah," mumbled Eleanor!

"Gee! She has pretty knees too!" giggled the spirit.

"Look! Let's go! Okay? I've seen enough!" demanded Eleanor.

"Oh-HO! Is there something you'd rather not see?" taunted the spirit suspiciously.

"No! Just take me back! Take me back now!"

"Uh-uh! We're not missing this one!" roared the spirit with authority.

And there they stood as Bobbi Crocket approached the girls with their jump rope games. "Hi! Uh... can... can I try?" she meekly asked.

"Shy girl, isn't she!" noted the spirit. But Eleanor only turned her head away.

"No! Go away!" shouted the second-grade Eleanor of the past.

"Why?" begged Bobbi, her feelings obviously hurt.

"You're... you're in glasses! And that dress! Eeeww!" laughed the Eleanor of the past, giggling and proud of her berating words.

"Yeah!" agreed the other girls! "This game is for cool girls!" And thus they burst into laughter and a round of "Nyeh-na-na-na-na na-naaaah!"

Eleanor hid her face, not wishing to relive this moment. But the spirit grabbed her by the hair and pulled. "Pay attention!"

"I don't wanna see this! I get the point!"

"No! You DON'T get the point, my little shallow friend! That's why we're here!" roared the spirit. "Now watch!"

And thus Eleanor reluctantly watched as her body trembled. She watched little Bobbi hold back the tears as she turned away. And then she watched as her younger self and friends gathered into a huddle to whisper and scheme for a few seconds. But then, they broke away. "Oh, Bobbi!" called the young Eleanor. "We changed our minds! You can play too!" Yet the group smiled at each other with muffled giggles. And thus the unwary Bobbi approached with a smile. "Okay! Ready?" said young Eleanor. And thus they swung the rope. Yet they pulled it at just the right time to cause the hapless Bobbi to lose her footing! Down she went to the pavement, knee first!

She screamed as she fell on the hard rough surface, bringing the attention to a nearby teacher. Bobbi rolled over at sat up, crying and sobbing loudly as blood flowed from her skinned knee. "What's going on?!" roared the teacher as she came upon them.

"It was an accident!" whined the young Eleanor with the most sincere look on her pretty face! "Honest. We didn't mean to!"

Poor Bobbi was crying too much at the time to reveal what had passed. But the teacher picked her up. "C'mon, honey! Let's get you to the nurse's office!" And thus the bawling Bobbi limped along under the aid of the teacher as the blood soaked her knee sock. "Now you girls be careful!" she scolded.

"Yes ma'am!" replied the girls with their fool-proof look of innocence.

And thus the pixie spirit looked over to Eleanor, who once again hid her face. "Well...?" demanded the spirit.

"It... it was an accident!" stuttered Eleanor with tears in her eyes.

"Of course it was! And Richard Nixon wasn't a crook!"

"Who's Richard Nixon?" asked Eleanor.

"Oh brother!" sighed the pixie. "Well, shall we go see how Bobbi makes out in the nurse's office?"

"Nooo! Take me home! Please!" begged Eleanor. "Is this how you get off? Making me watch all this! Y'know, like... all this stuff was a long time ago!"

"Ahhh, but history repeats itself, doesn't it!" replied the spirit. "Now, refresh my memory! What was it that Bobbi did to you that she deserved that treatment?"

"I... well... I... don't remember," stammered Eleanor, desperate to return to her own reality.

"Oh, but she must have done something awful to you," wondered the spirit. "Did she ever hit you? Call you names? Spread nasty rumors? What was it? When did she ever wrong you?"

"I... I don't know!" mumbled Eleanor as she began to cry again.

"Could it be that she did... nothing? Is that true?"

"I don't know! Stop!" begged Eleanor.

"Oh, but don't you want to give that nice little bottom of hers another squeeze! Why don't we go back to her place and watch her get undressed! Would you like to see her bare naked?"

"Yes! I mean... no! I mean... I'm not a lezbo like she is!" And with that, she collapsed to the ground. She rolled up into a fetal position to hide her face and shame. "Now take me back! I refuse to see any more!"

"I see!" said the spirit. "Y'know, you made me lose a bet! I had bet going with the others in the spirit world that you had no conscience whatsoever! But you seem quite ashamed over what we just saw, so I'm afraid I lost that one!"

"Please," begged Eleanor over her crying. "Take me home!"

"My, my! You seemed so happy at time over spilling her blood," said the spirit as she shook her head. "You're a mess!"

"Take me home!" begged Eleanor again.

"No! Not yet!" declared the spirit as she waved her wand. Instantly, their surroundings changed again. Loud voices resounded everywhere, along with the echo of a multitude of shoes squeaking on a gym floor as the view came into sight. "Ah, here are!" declared the spirit. "We've come ahead many years! This is your sixth-grade gym class!" And thus they looked about the gym as a multitude of girls raced about in rather short and tight P.E. shorts.

"So? What's this have to do with my 'evil ways?'" asked Eleanor.

"Nothing! I just like this part!" quipped the spirit. "Look! There you are!" she pointed as she suddenly sang out, "You wear short-shorts! Da-da-da-da-da-dum-da; You wear short-shorts!"

"So? We all did!"

"Like I said, I like this part," replied the spirit. "Wasn't this the best part of the day, being surrounded by all those pretty legs?"

Eleanor sighed. "I keep telling you, I'm NOT gay!"

"Oh, yes, I keep forgetting," said the spirit with mock shame. Yes suddenly she began to point and jump up and down. "Oh look over there! There's Bobbi Crocket bending over to tie her shoe in her little shorts and you can see her butt!"

"Where?! Where?!" cried Eleanor as hastily looked around.

"Ha-ha! Made you look!" giggled the spirit. "Remember? Bobbi wasn't in your gym class that year! She's in orchestra right now!"

"Oh gaaawwd, what a dweeb!"

"Yeah, a dweeb with a nice squeezable butt! But for your sake, let's now go hang out with the cool people!"

"Finally!" huffed Eleanor.

And thus the pixie waved her wand once again. Suddenly, everything was fairly dark and there was the constant roar of an engine. When Eleanor blinked her eyes, they were in the backseat of a fancy sports car speeding down the road at eighty-miles-per-hour. "Oh-mah-gawd!" cried Eleanor. "Where are we? We're gonna crash!"

"I do believe that's true," said the pixie. "This is the domain of the cool people. This is the star quarterback Buck Borden's new Mustang his rich daddy bought him!"

"Why are we in the backseat?"

"Oh, come on. Most girls like yourselves end up in the back seat of popular guys' cars," snapped the pixie ghost with a grin. "Only the car is usually parked at the time. This where you get used and abused and then tossed away like an empty beer can," she sang as if she were in a school play.

"But look at Buck! He's drunk... he's smashed!"

"Of course!" giggled the pixie. "Only dweebs refuse to drink alcohol, remember?"

"Did I say that?"

"Sounds like you doesn't it?" replied the spirit. "And look who's riding with him!"

Eleanor leaned forward to see it was none other than former Homecoming Queen Jackie Marlin! She seemed somewhat tipsy herself, for the car reeked with beer as well as hard liquor. "Buck! Look out!" she cried as they suddenly speed right through a red light among honking cars.

"Relax baby! I'm the star quarterback! I got a rich dad! Red lights are for mortals... not gods!" And thus he stopped the accelerator, the mighty engine roaring under the hood with all four barrels open! "Whooo-hooo!" he shouted. "Listen to that two-quad sing under my hood!"

"Oh Buck!" Jackie suddenly moaned. "All this wild speeding is making me hot!"

"Oh, baby!" he said as he put his arm around her.

"Oh, pu-leeeze!" protested Eleanor. "Get us out of here before this drunken prick kills us!"

"But I'm already dead!" giggled the pixie spirit.

"But what about me?" whined Eleanor.

"Oh, c'mon! Live a little! Walk on the wild side!" coaxed the pixie as she suddenly squeezed Eleanor's leg.

"Yes, I'd like to live so get me outta here!"

But the spirit giggled wickedly. "Ooooh, no wonder you brag about how hot you are!" she said. "You ARE a hot babe! Not often I get a cute girl like this in the back seat!" And with that, she reached down and squeezed her crotch.

Eleanor gasped and squeezed her bare thighs together onto the ghost pixie's hand. "What're doing?"

"Feeling you up! Remember when you touched Bobbi? Well, had she been able to feel you, it would have felt like this!" And thus she gave that wet crotch another squeeze, before lightly caressing those tanned inner-thighs. "Mmmm. Delicious!" Then the spirit leaned down to start kissing her legs about the panty line.

Eleanor gasped in ecstacy, yet she could still see through the windshield as the lines in the road fly by. "Please, wait until we get out of here!"

And thus the pixie sat up. "You're very wet down there! It's obvious what you really like!"

Suddenly, they drew near another red light! "Buck! Look out!" cried Jackie in the front seat.

"I'm a god!" cried Buck as he stomped the gas pedal.

Yet too late, an unsuspecting car crossed the intersection right in front of them. The brakes and tires cried out into the night with an ear-shattering squeal. Both Jackie and Eleanor screamed like little girls in terror.

Screeeeettccchhh-- CRASH! Instantly, the new Mustang struck the Chevrolet broadside, right in the backseat door. But with a bright flash, Eleanor found herself standing outside on the corner completely unharmed, yet still screaming out into the night. The spirit stood beside her chortling wickedly. "Aaaah-ha-ha-ha-ha!" she laughed. "Oh, that was great!" she struggled to say as she laughed. "Ooooh, you should'a seen the look on your face! Aaaah, ha-ha-ha!"

Yet with tears in her eyes, Eleanor angrily smacked the spirit on the shoulder, yet her hand passed right through! "That wasn't funny!" she said with rage!

"You're right!" snapped the spirit, now with a serious face. "Take a look!"

There in the intersection, a multitude of red lights flashed everywhere into the night as sirens cried out. Fire engines and police cars sat in a cluster as some police directed the traffic away. "Oh-mah-gawd! Don't show me this!"

"I can't let you wallow in ignorance!" asserted the pixie. "Let's go see what our cool sporty friend did!" And with another wave of the wand, there they stood among the chaos as emergency personnel raced everywhere. In the midst was the new Mustange, all wrinkled like tinfoil. Shards of broken glass lay everywhere along with spilt oil and antifreeze. "Ever wonder who's Chevrolet he ran into?" asked the pixie. "Look!" And there sat the Chevrolet, the back end with a deep dent where the Mustang had struck. "See, red lights are only for nerds and losers to stop at! Not for cool drunk gods with new Mustangs!"

Eleanor dared to look. There stood two paramedics rolling a stretcher containing a bruised woman. "My baby!" she cried as she tried to sit up.

"Ma'am, you better lie down!" coaxed a fireman.

"Never mind me! My baby! My baby!" she cried all the more in dire panic.

"Oh my gawd!" cried Eleanor. "That's... that's Bobbi's mom! That's Mrs. Crocket!"

"Riiigght!" said the spirit sarcastically. "Pay attention!" And thus Eleanor looked with hopeless eyes as a crowd of firefighters and paramedics surrounded a second stretcher as they loaded it into a waiting ambulance.

"Oh... oh..." wined Eleanor. "Who is... NO! I don't wanna know! Let's go!"

"Of course!" And with a 'poof!' of her fairy dust, there they stood in the bedlam of the hospital emergency room. There, a woman was crying uncontrollably, having to be restrained by hospital staff. "See that woman? That's Jackie's mother! It's a lousy job, but someone had to tell her that in spite of all they did, they couldn't save her daughter!"

"Do we have to see this?" protested Eleanor.

"Mmmm, not really," replied the pixie. "But we defiantly have to see this!"

And with a flash, they stood in the ICU room, filled with a plethora of electronic medical equipment. The sound of a hissing respirator filled the room as well as the beeps from the EKG. "Who's in here?" asked Eleanor.

"The one on the other stretcher that you couldn't see! Have a look!" insisted the spirit.

Eleanor reluctantly approached the bed. There before her eyes lay Tiny Tina in a coma with both legs wrapped in thick plaster casts. Cords were taped everywhere to her body, and most of it lay covered with gauze and tape. Once again, Eleanor began to whimper, which soon burst into sobbing. "I never knew!" she protested. "Bobbi never told me! I never knew! Honestly!"

"Should it matter?" asked the spirit. "What difference does that make? What excuse do you have? Accident or no accident, is there a reason for what you've been doing to poor Bobbi?" And with that, she grabbed Eleanor by the ear! "Come on outside!"

However, once they passed through the door from the ICU, there they stood in Bobbi's humble bedroom. There on the bed lay the big sister face down, distraught and hardly accepting of what had passed. "You see that?" said the spirit. "Such a tragedy is more than an eleven-year-old can bear! And what did she have to face when she returned to school on Monday? What was it you did to her that day? Shall we take a look?"

"Noooooo!" protested Eleanor. "Please! Nooo! I'll do anything! Don't show me! I don't remember what I said or did! Pleeeeze, don't show me!"

"You'll do anything, huh!" replied the spirit with an evil grin. "Well, why don't you show me what you should have done... even if this car wreck had never happened."

"I... I don't... know!" And thus Eleanor wiped her eyes as she looked at the weeping Bobbi on her bed. Her face was buried into her pillow, hiding all emotion from them. Her dress was bunched up about her waist and her knee socks had fallen half-way down as bare legs trembled in despair.

Eleanor swallowed hard and approached her. She reached out and placed a hand on Bobbi's back. "I... I'm so sorry about this," she said with a trembling voice. "Don't... don't cry, Bobbi! I'm here! I wish I could help but... you can't see me or hear me..." and with that she gently squeezed the back of her leg, "... or feel me! But if you could, I know I could make you feel so much better! If only I had known...!"

"If only...if only!" mocked the spirit pixie as she bobbed her head about. "If only the human race could be more devoted, we could strike 'if only' from our vocabulary!"

"But I didn't have the chance!" protested Eleanor.

"Every day you got out of bed you had a chance!" asserted the spirit. "However, I'm starting to think that maybe you're getting the point."

"I know," lamented Eleanor. And thus she let her fingertips slowly caress around the back of Bobbi's knee hollows, before slowly tracing them up the back of her leg until she reached the panty line. Then, she drew along the elastic leg of the panties. "If she could feel this... I'm sure she'd like it," mumbled Eleanor.

"Well... let's see!" said the pixie ghost. With that, she threw her down on the bed at Bobbi's feet. She began to slowly run her ghostly fingertips up and down those still-tanned cheerleader legs.

"Oooh!" gasped Eleanor as she cringed. "That tickles!"

"Tickle-tickle!" giggled the pixie as she began to kiss Eleanor's soft inner thighs all over. Suddenly, those luscious bare legs broke out into goose bumps as Eleanor gasped and moaned. "That's what our dear friend Bobbi would be feeling!"

"Ooooh, oooooh!" moaned Eleanor as her eyes fell closed.

Yet suddenly the pixie reached up and yanked down those pretty panties, exposing Eleanor's fine pink puffy flower. "Oh me, oh my! We're getting all moist and randy!"

"Oooh, but I... Ooooh! I'm not g- gay," moaned Eleanor with little willpower left.

"Sure!" said the spirit with sarcasm, before leaning down to take a lick between those throbbing lips.

"OooOOOoooH!" cried Eleanor as she bucked on the bed.

"Hmmmm! I think you liked that!" And thus she repeated again. She began to caress that swollen little bud with her tongue as she worked the hole with her finger. "Mmmm. Nice and sweet down here!"

Eleanor thrashed about, taking hold of the pixie by her hair bun until she felt the inevitable build-up. Soon, the pixie's tongue and fingering brought her to an explosive orgasm that sent her legs kicking and fists pounding on the bed. "Oooh gaawwwd! Oh-gaaaawwd!" she cried out in ecstasy before nearly passing out. A few moments later, she pulled up her panties over her soaking wet crotch and sat up on the bed. "Oh-mah-gawd, I never knew it could be so powerful..." she said in delerium.

Yet when she looked around, the spirit was not in the room. "Over here!" called the pixie. Eleanor looked over at the small mirror on the wall where stood the apparition of the sassy Christmas Ghost. "Well, busy night tonight so... gotta eat and fly! So long!"

And with that, her fairy wings flapped and she vanished from sight in the mirror. "Hey! Come back! You forgot to take me back home! Come back!"

Yet Eleanor sat alone on Bobbi's bed unseen. She began to stand up again when suddenly, the silent figure of Bobbi burst into uncontrollable crying. She pounded her pillow and kicked her feet about in frustration as the fate of her baby sister lay beyond her control. "Noooo! Bobbi! Please don't cry! I'm here! Don't cry," mumbled Eleanor as she sobbed. And thus she climbed on top of her like a human blanket. "I'm here! You're not alone!" As she lay on her nemesis, she looked back at the mirror. "Come back, you bratty ghost. Pleeezzze! Show me no more! No more! No more...."

"....no more... no more..." mumbled Eleanor as she twisted about in her own bed. Suddenly, she came back to reality, hugging her pillow as she had just been lying on Bobbi. She opened her eyes and looked around her darkened room. The night was still and quiet, save for the whispering wind beyond her window pane. "Oh-mah-gawd," she gasped as she wiped away the last tear. "I'm having nightmares!" She lay in bed, trembling all over, before sitting up. She stretched her arms before throwing her legs over the side of the bed to stand up. And thus she walked on weak knees to her own private bathroom for a drink of water, before returning to bed. She shook her head vigorously to shake the trauma from her mind before pulling the blankets over her head. And in the still of the night, she tried to sleep once again.