Pyksiis are small mouse like imps that come in all shapes, sizes, and colors!
Some more mouse-like than others, and some are as intelligent as people!
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A quick and dirty intro to all of the pyksiis I play on this blog that can and may be updated with time. (Keep in mind this is a blog with 18+ themes and heavy mentions of vore both sexual and platonic so peruse at your own discretion.)
To learn more about the pyksiis you can either shoot me an ask, read this short about, or check out this post here! Don't forget to gloss over the Rules!
#'s: Starters - Memes - Prompts - Shipping - About the Pyksiis
Nibbler
The self appointed leader of the pyksii group whoâs older and smarter than the rest by half; a basic ground pyksii drone with mismatched eyes and a gold fang. Father to skipper. Known for his sass and living vicariously through other folk; height envy and a total pred stuck in a prey body. Cinnamon roll flavored.
Flicker
The prissy matron queen of the motley hive, she still acts more on instinct than logic but still lets her will be known and tends to have the final say. Sheâs a larger than average mystic queen, with a day and night form and a flavor akin to the sweetest grapes.
Tricksee
A few tools short of a shed, Tricksee isnât the brightest crayon in the box but heâs the most open and loving pyksii youâll ever meet. He specializes in making fast friends and, as his name suggests, performing tricks to impress and delight! A glowfly pixie with a blackberry flavor.
SweetBee
A typical honeysquee pyksii drone, he tends to keep to himself and isnât one for mischief like the others. A diligent worker who focuses on gathering food and making shelter out of lost things he finds along the way. Can be playful but is mostly the voice of reason. Honey flavored, sweet as sugar~
Dipper
An excitable little champ obsessed with learning about the world and trying new things, heâs the least likely to get in any awkward situations but heâs also the most likely to lay down his life to save a friend in need. A fancy chocolate caramel truffle baby.
Skipper
The youngest of the hive just barely out of his teen years with a baby face, heâs the all too curious and rebellious son of Nibbler and Flicker. The most cowardly as well as the most curious, his motto is to do it scared or not at all! A cinnamon roll flavored cutie.
Truffle
The newest member of the hive, a rogue queen seeking shelter. Sheâs a nervous little bean and doesnât feel like she fits in, mainly because Flicker bullies her every chance she gets to assert dominance. A milk chocolate strawberry valentines truffle flavored babe.
Blue Berry, Cherri Berry, Mull Berry
The hiveless lollipop triplets, born and bred in a candy store to be sold, they woke up one day and chose violence to escape and find their own ways.
The smile she gave in response to his was warm and kind, and she nodded, though she gave a stern look a heartbeat later. At least, her best attempt at a stern look.
âRemember what I said about those two shelves,â she warned, fighting to keep her face serious as she spoke. âAnd I donât mind if you make a habit of popping in here for things you need, but only in here. This place is very large, with rooms that have dangerous things in them, and you all could get hurt if you wander or explore too much unguided.â
"I don't think you'll have to worry too much about us hurting ourselves, but we'll make sure to follow directions, Miss! We can bring you things in return too!" He beams as he paws at the air along the lip of the chest. "Do you like honey?"
She was highly doubtful that the tiny creature could hold up against some of the artifacts she had stored in this home, but she wasn't about to pick at or insist. They agreed, and that was all that mattered.
The offer of getting something in return visibly surprised her, blinking once. The idea of getting something in return never having occurred to her. Then a fond look passed over her face and she smiled gently.
"Oh, it's been so long since I tasted honey," she mused, more to herself. "Rather than honey, if you have things that need cleansing or curses removed, I would like you to bring them here."
Tricksee can do that for us, usually, but whenever we find something he canât break weâll be sure to come to you!â He squeaks happily.
Finally his claw snags on something, and with a flick of his wrist a Mouse Hole appears. The same swirling vortex of soft blue and purple light as before. And through it, out pops a curious purple mouse with a soft blue mane.
âSpeak of the devil, hey Tricksee! This kind lady is letting us take all the silver we need to patch up the caravan!â
âOh wow! Thank you miss!â The other drone squeaks in a slightly higher pitched voice.
âCan you get her a few of our honey bubbles as payment?â
âHuh? Oh! Sure!!â He vanishes, probably to spread the word and gather those âhoney bubblesâ.
A couple minutes later the purple mouse hops out with about a dozen small wax marbles in his arms and wrapped up in his tail.
âHere you go!â He happily squeaks, getting out of the way of a brown and white mouse, and the fawn colored one from earlier.
Odyssey watched all the events rapidly unfolding in front of her with slowly widening eyes. She soon found herself standing in front of four of the little beings, and a small voice in the back of her head told her she had no idea what sheâd just gotten wrapped up in.
Dismissing the voice, she offered a smile and gathered up her skirts in one hand to give a small curtsy to the collected group. âPleased to meet all of you. My name is Odyssey,â she offered.
Seeing the wax marbles being carried in, she turned to make a beeline for a shelf laden down with a bunch of random items on the other side of the room. Coming back with a ceramic bowl painted with butterflies, she set it in front of Tricksee and nudged it towards him, careful to keep her hand as far from him as she could.
âThank you for these. What are they used for?â
He raises a hand. "Yo. I'm Nibbler. The leader of the hive."
Tricksee hops over to the bowl and deposits the marbles into it, carefully stacking them so they don't fall, while the others get to work sorting through the silver. Nibbler is the judge if anything is worth taking, by nibbling on it to test the strength.
"They're hollow wax balls of beeswax filled with honey! You can eat them as a snack, or melt them down as separate the honey from the wax to use in candles, balms, or other things!" He squeaks happily. "Sweetbee usually eats the wax to reuse it later, but I like to make pigmented drawing sticks for Skipper and Truffle!"
The smile she gave in response to his was warm and kind, and she nodded, though she gave a stern look a heartbeat later. At least, her best attempt at a stern look.
âRemember what I said about those two shelves,â she warned, fighting to keep her face serious as she spoke. âAnd I donât mind if you make a habit of popping in here for things you need, but only in here. This place is very large, with rooms that have dangerous things in them, and you all could get hurt if you wander or explore too much unguided.â
"I don't think you'll have to worry too much about us hurting ourselves, but we'll make sure to follow directions, Miss! We can bring you things in return too!" He beams as he paws at the air along the lip of the chest. "Do you like honey?"
She was highly doubtful that the tiny creature could hold up against some of the artifacts she had stored in this home, but she wasn't about to pick at or insist. They agreed, and that was all that mattered.
The offer of getting something in return visibly surprised her, blinking once. The idea of getting something in return never having occurred to her. Then a fond look passed over her face and she smiled gently.
"Oh, it's been so long since I tasted honey," she mused, more to herself. "Rather than honey, if you have things that need cleansing or curses removed, I would like you to bring them here."
Tricksee can do that for us, usually, but whenever we find something he canât break weâll be sure to come to you!â He squeaks happily.
Finally his claw snags on something, and with a flick of his wrist a Mouse Hole appears. The same swirling vortex of soft blue and purple light as before. And through it, out pops a curious purple mouse with a soft blue mane.
âSpeak of the devil, hey Tricksee! This kind lady is letting us take all the silver we need to patch up the caravan!â
âOh wow! Thank you miss!â The other drone squeaks in a slightly higher pitched voice.
âCan you get her a few of our honey bubbles as payment?â
âHuh? Oh! Sure!!â He vanishes, probably to spread the word and gather those âhoney bubblesâ.
A couple minutes later the purple mouse hops out with about a dozen small wax marbles in his arms and wrapped up in his tail.
âHere you go!â He happily squeaks, getting out of the way of a brown and white mouse, and the fawn colored one from earlier.
The smile she gave in response to his was warm and kind, and she nodded, though she gave a stern look a heartbeat later. At least, her best attempt at a stern look.
âRemember what I said about those two shelves,â she warned, fighting to keep her face serious as she spoke. âAnd I donât mind if you make a habit of popping in here for things you need, but only in here. This place is very large, with rooms that have dangerous things in them, and you all could get hurt if you wander or explore too much unguided.â
"I don't think you'll have to worry too much about us hurting ourselves, but we'll make sure to follow directions, Miss! We can bring you things in return too!" He beams as he paws at the air along the lip of the chest. "Do you like honey?"
The pyksii hops along as quickly as he can, bouncing like a little kngaroo, until he finally jumps up into the air and starts to buzz like a little bee alongside the pretty lady.
Leaving a trail of pyksii dust behind him...
"Oh, wow!" His little eyes glitter in amazement as he lands on one of the shelves of various items, sniffing each item intensely as he scurries along. "And you're sure this is free? You don't want anything in return? We could bring the other items back if you don't want the curses on them broken." His tail wiggles excitedly, the little stinger slapping against a doll and knocking it over. "Oops."
âYes, Iâm sure. I get most of these from shops, auctions and estate sales. When I can, I return them to where Iâd bought them from. These were the items I couldnât get back to their owners, so they stay here til I find a use for them,â she explained with a smile.
The offer had her nodding. âI would very much like those items back to be cleansed. Some curses I have here are very dangerous, and some pieces are haunted. You donât want that in your home.â
Picking up the doll, she settled it back onto the shelf and smiled. âWhy is it you need jewelery to repair things?â
"Okay!" He will be sending the message along to the others as soon as he can.
"Mainly for the metals to be melted down and used as parts for our tiny caravan. And the gems are cut thin to use as glass replacements and as weapons against predators and focuses for magic." He explains with a happy chirp. "We are called Pyksiis! Not like the tiny flowers or humans with wings that belong to the fae courts. We're Pyksii Imps! And we're pretty low on the food chain so to travel safely from place to place we need a vehicle sturdy enough to withstand curious predators."
"None of us are healers, really, other than basic first aid, so scrap metal is a no-go due to the rust and brittleness of the oxidized bits and bobs we find. Tetanus is no fun on the road!" He starts shifting through some of the items.
"Most jewelry is made from metal that doesnt rust or carry bacteria as easily. The only hard part is finding enough of the sturdy stuff and figuring out how to melt it into the correct shapes! Dipper and I are in charge of all that, while Tricksee and Nibbler protect our tiny troupe."
Her fingers twitched a bit from the urge to write down everything that was being told to her. This was fascinating information she was learning! Oh, she wanted badly to take out her pocketbook, but she didnât want to seem rude.
âSilver would probably be best,â she spoke up. âIt was natural properties that repel bacteria and other germs, and while it can tarnish, itâs far more resistant to rust. I think I have most of the silverâŚâ
Starting to wander through the room, she eventually came to a stop in front of one shelf and rummaged through until she found a heavy chest easily a foot tall and a foot and a half wide. Clearly the room was organized, just in a way only she understood!
Tipping back the lid, she smiled happily at the tangled cluster of silver lockets, chains and rings inside. âHere we are.â
He follows along beside her, racing along shelves at her eye level until she reaches the chest. SweetBee then spreads his wings and leaps off to buzz over to the chest, only to perch on the lip to look inside.
"Oh wow!" He squeaks. "There's so much in here! Some of it's so pretty too!" He digs out a necklace to turn over in his four hands. Testing the strength of the chain. "I'm shocked you don't wear any of this. It'd look so good on you, lady!" He beams up at her.
âThatâs grim for ya, we currently got him on medication now, he is more ânormalâ then anything he was beforeâ Marcy grabbed the uneaten sandwich that was next to her before sitting on the bed for them.
âYou can have it, I had 5 earlierâ she laid down and gently pulled the covers over her. Her body ached.
"Oof, well, I hope he hasn't been much of a bother then!"
"Oh hell yeah!" The little mice descend upon the sandwich, devouring about half of what was left before the trio gently hop over to curl up next to their new acquaintance.
Marcy chuckled as she moved them to the pillow next to her, she took a deep breath before actually closing her eyes, she hopes she can get a long rest from this.
With the little ones being so close, Marcy may notice a strange scent of sweets wafting from the trio. The sweet scent of artificial flavors, not overpowering, but enough to block out the world outside the tent.
It barely takes them anytime before the mice crawl close to cuddle against the goddess. All tangled up in a knot of a cuddle pile.
âThatâs grim for ya, we currently got him on medication now, he is more ânormalâ then anything he was beforeâ Marcy grabbed the uneaten sandwich that was next to her before sitting on the bed for them.
âYou can have it, I had 5 earlierâ she laid down and gently pulled the covers over her. Her body ached.
"Oof, well, I hope he hasn't been much of a bother then!"
"Oh hell yeah!" The little mice descend upon the sandwich, devouring about half of what was left before the trio gently hop over to curl up next to their new acquaintance.
The pyksii hops along as quickly as he can, bouncing like a little kngaroo, until he finally jumps up into the air and starts to buzz like a little bee alongside the pretty lady.
Leaving a trail of pyksii dust behind him...
"Oh, wow!" His little eyes glitter in amazement as he lands on one of the shelves of various items, sniffing each item intensely as he scurries along. "And you're sure this is free? You don't want anything in return? We could bring the other items back if you don't want the curses on them broken." His tail wiggles excitedly, the little stinger slapping against a doll and knocking it over. "Oops."
âYes, Iâm sure. I get most of these from shops, auctions and estate sales. When I can, I return them to where Iâd bought them from. These were the items I couldnât get back to their owners, so they stay here til I find a use for them,â she explained with a smile.
The offer had her nodding. âI would very much like those items back to be cleansed. Some curses I have here are very dangerous, and some pieces are haunted. You donât want that in your home.â
Picking up the doll, she settled it back onto the shelf and smiled. âWhy is it you need jewelery to repair things?â
"Okay!" He will be sending the message along to the others as soon as he can.
"Mainly for the metals to be melted down and used as parts for our tiny caravan. And the gems are cut thin to use as glass replacements and as weapons against predators and focuses for magic." He explains with a happy chirp. "We are called Pyksiis! Not like the tiny flowers or humans with wings that belong to the fae courts. We're Pyksii Imps! And we're pretty low on the food chain so to travel safely from place to place we need a vehicle sturdy enough to withstand curious predators."
"None of us are healers, really, other than basic first aid, so scrap metal is a no-go due to the rust and brittleness of the oxidized bits and bobs we find. Tetanus is no fun on the road!" He starts shifting through some of the items.
"Most jewelry is made from metal that doesnt rust or carry bacteria as easily. The only hard part is finding enough of the sturdy stuff and figuring out how to melt it into the correct shapes! Dipper and I are in charge of all that, while Tricksee and Nibbler protect our tiny troupe."
The pyksii hops along as quickly as he can, bouncing like a little kngaroo, until he finally jumps up into the air and starts to buzz like a little bee alongside the pretty lady.
Leaving a trail of pyksii dust behind him...
"Oh, wow!" His little eyes glitter in amazement as he lands on one of the shelves of various items, sniffing each item intensely as he scurries along. "And you're sure this is free? You don't want anything in return? We could bring the other items back if you don't want the curses on them broken." His tail wiggles excitedly, the little stinger slapping against a doll and knocking it over. "Oops."
Marcy looks down at the other before gently patting the area where the first one is. âThey keep saying itâs due to paperwork not being filed but we have done it 4 different times. I am starting to think they are stupidâ
"Oh yeah, thats a big possibility." the pink manes one nods.
"Mortals especially can be dumb as fuck about stuff. Might be time to look for a new supplier." The purple maned one scoffs, only to get flicked by the blue maned one.
"Do you have a manager you can tell to do that? That is the job of a manager, right? Or is that the owner's job...?"
"I have no clue, Nibbler does most of that with Dipper."
âI am the ownerâ she scooted herself on the bed more before lying back on the pillow. âThatâs why I am stressed about the circus I am the owner of it I have deal with this bullshitâ
She squeaks. âYeah, that really sucks ass.â The pink one nods.
âMaybe we can grab Nibbler and he can help with that? Heâs really good at manipulating people to do what he wants.â
âOnly with people he can connect with on a kink level.â The purple one rolls her eyes. âThatâs not really an issue we can fix. Thatâs a document problem. None of us can write.â
âTrue⌠oh! But we can open a portal to that dimension full of carnival food!â
âEh- you guys are annoying in a way, but I canât help but say you guys are cuteâ her finger gently rubbed at the head of one of them, she was smiling before turning to look at her blank ceiling.
âBut that is technically the least of my problems, the doctor I have their is actually the most difficult problem I haveâ
âHe is a psychopath, but he does a good job at being a doctor the one down side is the members or customers that drink or smoke. If they come to him he will do a forced biopsy on them.â
She placed her thumb to her throat before sliding it across. âHe did it to the only strong man we had over there but we managed to get there on time before we lost our only strong manâ
âHoly shit⌠any reason why? Is he, like, misplaced good will trying to help them by looking for lung cancer but keeps killing them or⌠wants them dead on purpose?â Blue tilts her head.