Adventures in Magic (WizardRape)

>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?"