Title:           Adventures in Magic (WizardRape)
Author:          CropTool
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First Edit:      Sunday 1st of April 2012 02:12:24 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Monday 26th of January 2015 01:48:03 AM CDT

>Chilling at the library, reading some books Twilight suggested
>"Well, It's getting late, I should probably head out"
>Alright Anon, but before you leave I've got something I want you to see"
>With a shrug, you climb the ladder up to Twilight's room
>She's laying on her bed (naked of course) spread eagle
>"Oh what the hell Twi..."
>Little floating hearts direct your eye right between her legs
>Your pupils roll over to hearts before you can finish your thought
>Fucking unicorn magic
 
>Stumble out of the library with vague memories of you going to town on Twilight and juices all over your face and shirt
>"Well, if it isn't the chaste and honorable Anon. Looking pretty rough there, what's wrong?"
>"Not now Trixie, I need a shower and some sleep."
>"I'll say, you absolutely reek of library nerd. Follow me, I've got a place outside of town. You can get showered and changed"
>"No shenanigans?" "No shenanigans"
>Not wanting to return to your place (you swear you saw Fluttershy hiding in the bushes), you decide to chance it with the performer.
>It's a short, quiet walk to a house outside of town. Looks like Trixie has rented the basement of some kind of shop.
>"Here are some towels, I'll see if I can do anything about your clothes."
>The shower is hot and relaxing, but your moment to collect your thoughts is interrupted by Trixie washing your shirt in the sink
>"So how did an amateur like Sparkle break you?
 
>"No idea, some kind of mind control spell, all I remember was seeing some floating hearts and then I just had to go down on her. I don't think we actually fucked but I must have been out for a like half an hour"
>"Sounds like the want it/need it spell. Typical her, no subtlety, straight to the point, certainly effective."
>"Ugh, there aren't going to be any lasting effects, are there?" You're unsure how magic will affect you, you haven't had much of it used on you.
>"Your eyes looked normal when I first saw you, so you should be clear"
>You kill the shower and start to dry off, you're feeling much better now that you've gotten cleaned up
>With a quick glance out of the shower you notice that Trixie's looking well too, she's gotten a steady daytime job and some normal clothes to wear around when she's not preparing for her act.
>Strange, her horn is glowing and she's clearly casting a spell, but your shirt is just soaking in the sink
 
>You're too hungry to think into it, so you wrap the towel around yourself and step out of the shower
>"Do you have anything to eat here?"
>"You're welcome to what I've got, but I'm afraid it isn't much."
>Stepping out of the warmth of the bathroom into the cool basement leaves you feeling a bit light headed. Being barefoot on the cool ground certainly doesn't help.
>You take a look around the room. Certainly modest, a bed on the floor in the corner, a desk that's covered in paper, a stack of books with various markers and notes in them.
>You open a closet in the corner and pull out a bag of chips, "Better than nothing" you think to yourself
>You're a bit startled when you see Trixie sitting in the middle of the floor, eyes glowing with some books levitating in front of her
>You didn't even hear her walk out of the bathroom
>You must be pretty tired, you're finding it hard to keep track of how long you've been here. Before you know it, you've eaten a whole bag of chips just watching her channel a spell.
>"Uhh.. What 'cha doing, oh Great and Powerful Trixie?"
>Ugh, who talks like that? She doesn't even refer to herself like that anymore
>"Hmm? Oh nothing, you gave me a great idea for my next show."
 
>"You gave me a great idea, I think I've figured out what's been missing from the act. Humiliating ponies from the crowd on is good and all, but I need something better..."
>She's up now, walking around the room.
>She's still talking but it's getting harder and harder to focus on her words. You're just following the tone of her voice now.
>You don't even notice the knives flying past your head
>She's cheering, and just hearing her happy makes you happy.
>The ropes bind your arms tightly, but they don't bother you
>You're hanging over a shark tank now.. Wait, when did she get a shark tank!?
>You start to panic. "What the hell is going on? Where am I?"
>"Oh, sorry Anon, I got a bit distracted and must have lost my grip"
 
>Her horn glows, your worries fade and you start to relax
>"This just keeps getting easier, feeling better Anon?"
>"Sorry I panicked like that." That's not what you wanted to say! What does she mean by 'getting easier!?'
>"You're doing fine Anon, we're almost done here, then we can relax (just hearing that word washes your nerves away) and talk about our next show.
>You really do want to be a part of her next show
>The next few minutes pass without incident and you find yourself receiving the Greatest and most Powerful backrub of your life
>"See Anon, that wasn't so bad was it? All that nasty tension of thinking for yourself. Isn't it nice to feel that all fade away?"
>She's right, of course, it's very calming. You don't even notice when her voice changes tone
>"Now that we have had a good practice session and you're nice and cooperative, it's time for you to return the favor."
>"I'll have to thank Sparkle for the inspiration. Of course, she was always short sighted, why have you for a few minutes when it only takes bit of work to keep you forever?"