Trixie's Yandere Snow >Rape


                                            "It's pretty cold out, Anon, plus it's getting late. Maybe you should stay with Trixie for the night"

                                            >You had quite the night with the stage magician after she called you up on stage to participate in one of her tricks

                                            >She even specifically asked you to meet her backstage afterwards for being such a "great volunteer"

                                            >Even at the time it seemed sketchy to you, but liquid courage and your other head convinced you to give in

                                            >You faintly recall opening the door to her dressing room and introducing yourselves to eachother.

                                            >Her name was Trixie, which you found particularly endearing

                                            >After she pulled out a bottle and offered you a drink or two though, everything after just became a giant blur

                                            >Until now

                                            >The sudden nature of her question had seemingly sobered you up

                                            >You find yourself suddenly in what appears to be her mobile home

                                            >It's not very roomy, but it has an air of comfort to it, the table you're both occupying seemingly being the centerpiece of the whole thing.

                                            >Well... how did you get here?

                                            >You look at her, putting on a disingenuous sorry look

                                            "I've had a great time tonight, but i think i should be going. Maybe we can do this again someti-"

                                            >Trixie cuts in, with a playful yet somber tone in her voice

                                            >"Well... before you leave, at least share one final drink with the positively Great and Drunken Trixie!"

                                            >Well you guess you cant deny her that

                                            >What could possibly go wrong?


                                            >Trixie pulls out a small bottle

                                            >You try looking at it, but can't quite read what it says

                                            >Man. You're fucked up.

                                            >But before you can think any further, Trixie pours a few drops from the little vial into your glass full of some alcoholic concoction

                                            "What is it?"

                                            >Trixie smirks

                                            >"A magician never reveals her secrets."

                                            >You let out a little snicker.

                                            >"To Trixie!"

                                            >She raises her glass

                                            "To Trixie." You say in a half laugh half concerned tone

                                            >You both take generous swigs from your glasses

                                            >Trixie takes it like a champ

                                            >She must drink all the time

                                            >You, on the other hand, feel just as drunk as you did if not more so than before

                                            >You look over to Trixie

                                            >"How was it?" She smirks once more.

                                            "Strong."

                                            >You could barely even say that one word, your mind was drifting off

                                            >How late was it?

                                            >Maybe the alcohol and fatigue just caught up to you

                                            >You feel your body slinking down into your chair like a wet noodle, and Trixie notices

                                            >"Anon? Are you ok?" She haphazardly giggles

                                            "Me? Yeah i'm good, just a little tired. I'll be good enough to walk home."

                                            >You slurred almost every word in that sentence

                                            >Trixie stares, dumbfounded

                                            >"A-are you sure? Trixie's Great and Comfortable bed has room for two!" She laughs

                                            >Is she sweating? You dont remember her looking so... flushed

                                            "Heh. Nice one, but I don't know how I'd feel about sleepin' with a girl I just met!"

                                            >Her concerned yet smug face fell into a straight, deadpan, almost saddened stare

                                            >Fuck. Definitely time to leave.

                                            >You try to get up

                                            >Your legs dont move

                                            >Dont panic anon, dont panic.

                                            >Trixie keeps staring at you

                                            >You stare back, hiding the small sensation of fear creeping up your spine

                                            >Trixie gives you a devious smirk

                                            >You feel yourself sink into your chair

                                            >She knows, doesn't she?

                                            "What did you do?!" You slurred

                                            >She stands up from her chair and slithers towards you, keeping direct eye contact with you the entire time, and that devilish little smile never leaving her face

                                            >Finally, she takes a seat on your lap

                                            >Grabbing you by your shoulders, she whispers in your ear:

                                            "Did you honestly think I would ever let you leave me?"


                                            >The words sent shivers down your spine

                                            >At least it would've, if you could feel anything from the neck down

                                            >Trixie pushes you back and begins again

                                            >"The Great And Powerful Trixie won't allow you to just blow her off. You WILL love her. Understand?"

                                            >Horrified at the smug magician before you, you dont respond.

                                            >However, her smug face turns into one of sheer anger after your inaction

                                            >"DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?"

                                            >Her voice booms inside the small mobile home

                                            >On the verge of tears, you meekly nod your head and slur the words yes in between sobs

                                            >Trixie's smile returns

                                            >"Good boy. You're cute when you're crying."

                                            >She continues on, this time more sensually than before

                                            >"I've had my eyes set on making you mine the second I first saw you. Being a one Great and Powerful Trixie really makes you a good judge of character"

                                            >she presses her face on yours

                                            >"And lonely. Very lonely" she stares off for a bit, then looks at you with another devious smirk


                                            >After a short struggle, she tosses you onto her bed

                                            >She really wasn't lying when she said there was room for two. It was surprisingly huge for such a small home

                                            >Though you can only guess, since Trixie made sure to place you facing a wall and as far from the edge as possible

                                            >you hear a faint rustling behind you

                                            >It sounds like clothes being strewn about

                                            >Are you about to get date raped by this lonely stage magician?

                                            >Suddenly, the rustling stops.

                                            >"I apologize for the wait, Trixie just has to make sure this goes perfect"

                                            >You can feel your breathing become rougher than before

                                            >The urge to cry and scream certainly didnt help

                                            >Nor did the lack of control over your own body

                                            >"Get ready, hot stuff. Trixie's coming in"

                                            >You brace yourself, fully knowing what's coming.

                                            >Trixie slowly strips you, making sure you're paying full attention every step of the way

                                            >You try to ignore your fate by staring at the wall some more, in deep thought about how you're going to process this later on

                                            >Eventually, you're only one item short of being in the nude

                                            >"This is where the fun begins" you can feel her eyes pierce through your body


                                            >You hear some rustling again, only this time it's the mattress and sheets rustling behind you

                                            >You feel your weight shifting in the direction of an indent, no doubt caused by Trixie herself

                                            >"Are you scared? There's no need to be. Just love me, and everything will be ok." She whispers in your ear

                                            >The words are enough to make you shiver once more

                                            >She finally stops moving.

                                            >Slowly, she lifts a hand over to your chest

                                            >The another underneath your body to the same place

                                            >A wave of unexpected shock hits you as your body is thrusted back

                                            >You look down, her arms still wrapped around your chest

                                            >You can feel her breathing down on your neck

                                            >She seems... calm?

                                            >"Thank you so much anon." She says in a lazy voice

                                            >"I really needed this."

                                            >Is this real?

                                            >Are you actually being used as a body pillow for a lonely stage magician right now?

                                            >Before you have time to ponder the situation further, you feel her breath's warmth brush your neck

                                            >I never thought i could feel this way for anybody." She starts

                                            >"But then I saw you, and I just knew I needed you."

                                            >Her voice gets a little shaky

                                            >"B-but I wasn't sure if you felt the same, and I just didn't want to lose you."

                                            >her breath becomes ragged and she tries to hold back tears, to little success

                                            >"I-i'm really sorry for... for blowing up at you earlier i... i just love you so much." She cries on your shoulder

                                            >Aw man, you feel really bad.

                                            >Was she really as bad as she seemed?

                                            >I mean, she drugged you, screamed in your face, stripped you, and is now using you as a glorified teddy bear.

                                            >But it was in the name of love, right?

                                            >She hasn't raped you yet, so it's possible she didnt have any ill will

                                            >Plus, she's super cute

                                            >And everyone deserves some love, right?


                                            >You suddenly feel an emerging warmth take hold of your body

                                            >You begin feel Trixie's decently sized bust press on your back

                                            >Oh thank god, the date rape drug's wearing off

                                            >Trixie must know too, because she stops sobbing and somberly asks

                                            >"Promise you won't run?"

                                            >While definitely taken aback by her question, you know you can't.

                                            >You're still being held by her

                                            "I promise."

                                            >Plus, it just feels so good

                                            >She holds you tighter and more tears begin to fall

                                            >You begin to wonder how long it's been for you too

                                            >Then quickly remember that all of this is most likely a first for both of you

                                            >You decide to make the most of it by pushing yourself up against Trixie even more

                                            >Trixie exhales "Oh thank Faust. The Great and Clingy Trixie thought she blew it."

                                            >You smirk a little

                                            "You may have gone a bit too far in some places"

                                            >"Such as...?" She questions softly, rubbing her eyes a bit

                                            "Do I really have to tell you?" You said, unflinching

                                            >"Yes... right... Trixie is... very sorry about that" she holds you tighter

                                            >"B-but in her defense she-" you stop her

                                            "I'm still here, aren't I? No need to dwell on it now that we're here.

                                            Now that i'm with Trixie"

                                            >Her breath goes ragged once more


                                            >Trixie quickly pushes you forward, twists you around to face her, then immediately pulls you back into her chest

                                            >Her boobs are ridiculously warm

                                            >you feel her heavy breaths grace your head

                                            >you release yourself from her facefull of chest to look up at her face

                                            >She's blushing

                                            >and she has such a beautifully satisfied smile

                                            >you move up closer so that you're both face to face

                                            >she's breathing even harder

                                            >and she's staring at you, with a longing in her eyes

                                            >you try to look her in the eyes, but her passionate eyes are just too much for you

                                            >after a deep blush and your eyes scrambling in all directions, you finally settle on staring at her mouth

                                            >her mouth in an undoubtedly smug smile

                                            >"Look me in the eyes, Anon. I dont bite." She says in a soft voice, still with a smug smile

                                            >You force your eyes to move up her face, taking in every feature of the beautiful magician before you

                                            >Finally you get to her eyes

                                            >You blush again, trying your hardest to maintain eye contact with her

                                            >You're practically sweating

                                            >but before you can give in

                                            >Trixie pulls you in and her lips meet yours


                                            >After an almost uncomfortably long kiss, Trixie pulls away and offers you another loving glance

                                            >"Does this mean you belong to Trixie, and only Trixie?" she asks

                                            "Would I have to get drugged every time you want to be lovey dovey?" You joke

                                            >"That depends. Would you let The Great and Powerful Trixie hold you down as she sees fit?" She grins

                                            >Why yes, yes you would.

                                            "Why yes, yes I would."

                                            >Wait.

                                            >Shit.

                                            >Did you actually say that?

                                            >Trixie's booming laughter answers your question before suddenly stopping.

                                            >"Good. Trixie can already forsee many a raping of her wonderful new lover." She says, almost jokingly

                                            >"In fact..." she starts, letting her eyes wander all over your body, her face turning red hot

                                            >"Your first raping shall be tomorrow! Trixie says so, and it shall be done!" She says before turning around and pulling the sheets over her

                                            >"...after Trixie gets her rest, of course."

                                            "Well... It doesn't really count as rape if i wan-" Trixie cuts you off

                                            >"Trixie SAYS it's rape, so it WILL BE rape, understand?"

                                            "Mhm yes understood" you replied, admittedly a bit shaken by her yelling again

                                            >"Once you see how the Great and Sexually Assaulting Trixie is, maybe you'll change your mind" she whispers under her breath

                                            "What was that?" You play dumb, knowing full well what she just said

                                            >"N-nothing! Nothing at all my love. Get some rest... you'll need it."

                                            >You hear her whisper a threat again, but the feeling of fatigue also dawns on you, so you let it slide

                                            >I mean, she can't possibly be serious right?

                                            >But before you can fully process the fearboner your mind is having, you wrap your arms around Trixie, pulling her into a cuddle

                                            >The magician gives small yelp before embracing your warmth

                                            >You give her a peck on the cheek and watch her sleepy face light up

                                            >Eventually, you both fall into a deep sleep

                                            >You holding Trixie in your arms

                                            >and Trixie, holding the rest of your life hostage in her arms.

                                            The End(?)