Bulimic Trixie

"Trixie, what the fresh fuck are you doing?"

>she stands still, like a deer in headlights, before realizing she's in the middle of eating a fish

>she swallows it whole somehow

>"Trixie was getting a midnight snack."

"One hell of a snack."

>"You know Trixie has a large appetite!"

>you facepalm, wondering how this girl eats so much wile maintaining her slim figure

"Just...try to control yourself, ok? You know I don't have much money."

>she sighs before answering

>"Trixie promises..."

 

>weeks pass, fridge seems to be mostly stable

>you sometimes wonder if there's a roast beef pack or two missing

>you chalk it up to your imagination

>at least until tuesday night

>you pass out on a chair after hours straight of playing parasite eve, the best PS1 game ever(sorry ffviifags)

>you wake up to...more eating?

>you get up, and see that Trixie's at it again

"Goddamnit Trixie, you had one job! ONE JOB!"

>again she freezes, this time shorter

>she swallows another damn fish, where does she get them?

>"Trixie couldn't help herself!"

"Either start paying or stop eating! Christ almighty..."

>she tears up a little, before running off

>you're too tired to realize what you did

>you walk to your bedroom, which is in the direction she ran

>you stop when you hear...heaving?

 

>you slowly approach the source of it

>it's coming from the bathroom

>oh god please don't be what you think it is

>you slowly open the door, and find Trixie puking

>oh fuck it is to some extent

"Uh, Trixie? You o-"

>"Leave Trixie alone!"

>her sudden snapping causes you to flinch, and you run like all hell

>you then turn right back around and head back because you have only one question

"Trixie, just one question and I'll go, promise."

>"What?!"

"How long have you been doing this?"

>"Since Trixie started getting her midnight snacks."

>oh fuck

>your roommate is bulimic

 

>the next day, you finish a phone call, right when Trixie walks in

>"Who was that?"

"Why should I tell you?"

>"Because you're Trixie's roommate."

"The same way you're mine?"

>"Correct."

"So why should I not keep secrets and you can?"

>she flinches, then walks off, glaring

>check and mate, buddeh

 

>a few days later

>you and trixie are walking around town, picking up groceries

"Hey, that reminds me, I needed to stop by the hospital. I have an appointment."

>"Oh, ok. Trixie will see you when you get ba-"

"Oh no you don't."

>you grab her by the hand

"You're coming with me."

>you fail to realize how hard she's blushing

>"O...ok..."

"Glad to hear you're being obedient."

>"Why, you..."

>you interrupt her by walking off, still holding her hand

>the walk to the hospital is silent from there

 

>you eventually reach the hospital

>you make your way to the waiting room after stating your names

>after that you and her sit down

>awkward silence ensues for what feels like hours

>eventually the door opens

>"Trixie Lulamoon?"

"Right here."

>you nudge Trixie after saying that

>she gets up, defeated, and follows the doctor inside

 

>after a while, she comes out, eyes red

>you stand up, getting an idea as to what happened from the look on her face

"Ready?"

>she nods, sniffing

"Thanks, doc."

>the doctor nods to you as the two of you walk out

 

>the two of you return home after a silent walk

>as soon she walks in, Trixie goes to her room

>you put the groceries away before going to check on her

>you hear the crying a few feet away from the door

>you knock thrice

"Let's talk."

>"Leave Trixie alone!"

>she yells this between sobs

>you open the door, seeing her crying her kidneys out

>you sit next to her, waiting for her to calm down

>after her cries quiet down to sniffs and sobs, you speak

"So, mind if I get some backstory on this?"

>she nods, before sitting up, wiping her eyes

 

 

 

>"Remember how Trixie came into this school as the Great and Powerful Trixie?"

"Sure do."

>"And how Twilight Sparkle and her friends...well..."

"I remember."

>to this day you still think that challenging her like that was uncalled for

>after all she was a magician, and magicians, y'know, brag

"You don't have to tell me THAT part."

>"Thank you. After that, Trixie felt...empty. Trixie's first thought was to eat, because, well, you feel empty when you're hungry."

"Right."

>"Then she realized how much she ate, and felt disgusting. She made herself purge all of that food, while feeling like a disgusting pig."

"Alright, I get where this is going. And let me say there's going to be some changes."

>she looks a little scared

"First off. You will not EVER think of yourself that way."

>she nods, fear growing

"Secondly, you will get over this purging."

>"But...how?"

"I'll figure something out. I promise."

>she looks at you again, eyes watering up again

>she bursts into tears yet again

>"I'm sorry...I'm so, so sorry..."

>you just sit there for a moment before sliding to her, and wrapping an arm around her

"It's ok, Trixie. We will get through this."

 

>weeks pass

>it's hard as hell but you eventually help trixie quit purging

>she has a tad bit more meat on her bones, which really makes her look better

>wait wait wait are you lusting for her already

>get those hormones in check self

>but i digress

"Well that's great, Trixie. That's the ideal weight."

>she smiles at the news

>"Was there ever any doubt?"

>now she sounded actually confident again, instead of her false pride

>you get up, stretching

"So, what do you want to do n-"

>you are interrupted by slipping and falling and hitting your head on the counter

>jesus dick that smarts

>"<your name here>? <YOUR NAME HERE>!"

 

>you wake up with an ice pack on your head

"The hell..."

>you raise a hand to your head

>you feel gauze

>oh right you knocked yourself out

>goddamnit why did you have to swiffer TODAY

>you look to your right, and see Trixie eating a steak

>she seems to be actually enjoying it, unlike her late night binging

"Well good morning, sunshine."

>your comment makes her jump, and blush a little

>"Oh, <your name>! I forgot!"

>she gets up, and comes back with a plate

>it's a tritip, your favorite

"Hey, how did you know?"

>"We've been roommates for months, you know."

>you get up slowly, and take the steak dinner

>you take a bite, chewing slowly and savoring it

"Compliments to the chef."

>she giggles at the compliment

>the two of you eat your steaks, neither expecting what happened next to happen

 

>the two of you are sitting on the couch, watching Meet the Parents

>you always liked Ben Stiller for some reason

>you clear your throat, before speaking

"Hey, Trixie?"

>"Yes?"

"I've got something I should say."

>"Well, go on."

"You remember when a few days ago, we were hanging out with Lyra and Bon Bon and Lyra wanted to know my type?"

>"Now that you mention it, yes."

"Well, my type, if I had to decide, would be someone who is confident in herself, who holds herself in high esteem, but cares deep down."

>she remains silent, although you swear she's blushing again

"You get the idea, right?"

>"You don't mean..."

>oh god suddenly butterflies

"Yes, Trixie. You."

>her face brightens up, before she sits up

>she faces you, sliding closer to you, before she pulls you in for a kiss

 

>you are stunned at first, but start to kiss back, hugging her tightly

>the two of you lock lips, before you slide your tongue in a tad

>she gets the hint, and opens her mouth, before sliding hers in

>the feeling of your tongues touching is electric, as she begins to massage your tongue with hers

>you end up melting into the kiss, letting her work her magic as you lie down taking her with you

>you pull back, breaking the kiss

"Trixie, should we..."

>"Yes, let's."

 

>the two of you return to locking lips

>your tongues wrestle again, rubbing up against each other

>you undo her cape, and place it on the couch

>you then try to remove her shirt to the best of your abilities before she helps you, revealing her black bra

>you undo it, revealing her rather supple breasts

>you remove your shirt while she works on her pants

>afterwards you remove your pants as she takes off her thong

>by the time you throw off your boxers she removed her hat

"Can I make just one request?"

>she raises an eyebrow inquisitively

'Wear the cape. I like the cape."

>"Why not?"

>she says this while smiling and putting the cape on

>you return to making out with her as you run your hands over her body

>her breasts are full, and soft to the touch

>her curves are much more well-defined now that she has some more weight

>your hands finally reach their target, dat ass

>by god it is the most soft and well-rounded thing you had the pleasure of feeling

>you give it a squeeze, getting a gasp out of her, then a soft moan as you start rubbing her cheeks

>she returns the favor by slowly grinding her lower lips against your dick, causing you to groan in pleasure

>she eventually goes to the bottom again, but by then mr. happy is up and ready

>it's inserted a tad, as she lowers herself on it

>you gasp to the best you can while tonguing her from the sensation, feeling how tight she is

>your kissing grows deeper as you start to get the upper hand in your tongue war, with her being distracted by taking you in

>turns out she's a good multitasker, and manages to pin your tongue, massaging it in circles

>you then feel...resistance?

 

>you pull away from the kiss, with a trail of saliva connecting your mouths

"First time?"

>she nods

>"Make it special for Trixie."

>she says this with a smile, before rearing back

>you take the hint and prepare to thrust once she does

>when she moves, you thrust, breaking through her hymen and taking her innocence

>there's some blood, and she cried out a little

"You alright?"

>she nods, breathing a tad hard

>"Trixie's ok..."

>you nod, as she begins to lower herself further on you before she rises up

>she continues to ride you, slowly growing in speed

>she sits back, getting in the cowgirl position, holding your hand

>she starts to rise and sink faster, but eventually keeps a steady pace

>"This is as fast as Trixie can go..."

>you get the hint, and start thrusting in time with her sinks

>she begins to cry out a little with each thrust, and your breathing grows faster

>you start to thrust faster, making up for her speed

>her cries are mixed with moans of pleasure, as your breaths switch out with groans

 

>after a while of doing this, you feel something rising

"Trixie, I think I'm about to-"

>"Trixie is too."

"Can we do it together?"

>she lies on top of you in a reverse missionary pose

>"Of course."

>your thrusts increase in speed as you feel your money shot coming

>she starts kissing you again, tongue forcefully entering your mouth

>you get on the aggressive side, and start returning her earlier favor, rubbing her tongue

>her cries grow, as your thrusts reach a fever pitch

"CUMMING!"

>you yell this into her mouth as the first spurt is launched

>she cries out too, her own juices mixing with yours as she tightens around you, milking you for every drop

>you give one last thrust and spurt, before pulling out, creampie spilling

"That...was amazing..."

>"Was there ever any doubt?"

>she smiles as she collapses on you

>you reach for the blanket on the back of the couch, and throw it over the two of you

"Trixie?"

>"Yes?"

"I love you."

>"Tri-I mean I love you, too."

 

FIN