Title:           Week32 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/w4Wy2v3m
First Edit:      Sunday 30th of October 2016 02:49:18 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 30th of October 2016 02:49:18 AM CDT

FUCKIN' NATURE / SEXPOSTING:
>Crickets chirp in the night air outside the tent.
>It’s probably like four in the morning at this point. The chill from the air is somewhat proof that it is around this time.
>You really wish that this tent was a little bit thicker.
>Shake your thoughts away and nuzzle back into your sleeping bag.
>Trixie soon has every light she possibly can on, sitting upright and constantly looking in every direction.
>You’re still too low on energy to do much.
>But you can soon hear Trixie doing something on her phone.
"Whatcha doing?"
>"Shitposting some more." Trixie answers. "These are some of the best hours to do it anyway."
>You turn your head to watch her frantically typing with her thumbs. She seems to be getting really into this, as usual.
>It's still a little funny how Trixie turned out to me the internet dwelling type. You wouldn't have wanted to pair up with anyone else in one of these tents.
>But you do wish that your sleeping bag wasn't so thin. This cold air is really getting to you.
>"Want to join in?" Trixie asks you, showing her screen so you can see which thread she had open.
"Eh, I'm still kinda tired." You notice Trixie's feet kicking around in her own sleeping bag that's aligned right next to yours.
>You look up to the dome shaped ceiling of the tent, exhaling quietly.
>"Well maybe the excitement will wake you up a little."
"I dunno, I think I'd just like to get a couple of hours sleep in now. That's all."
>"But..." Trixie leans in closer to you. "Trixie doesn't want to be awake all alone!"
"I'm sure there was nothing serious out there." You groan. "Probably just a deer or something."
>"How can you be sure?"
"I, uh... eh I dunno, I just wanna go to sleep."
>"Please don't. Stay awake with Trixie."
"But it's like four in the morning!"
>"And Trixie doesn't have any chocolate pudding to suffice for her life falling apart!"
"...What?"
>"It's a meme! Now pull your phone out and shitpost with Trixie!"
>There is a pause, leaving nothing but the chirping of crickets outside to be heard. It's soon accompanied by the rustling of Trixie's sleeping bag as she turns to face you.
>"Please?" Her pupils dilate.
>You take a deep breath and give in.
"Eh, it's too cold for me to sleep anyway."
>You pull your phone and make your way to the same page as Trixie. The girl turns on her mini boom box again, and sets the volume at the lowest setting so no one else is disturbed.
>She starts playing a completely different Vaporwave playlist than before.
>The girl turns to you and gives you a smile as it starts to play. The smile feels... striking as her eyes meet yours.
>It's striking enough to make you smile back without being able to help it.
>Which only makes her smile grow a little wider.
>Something feels as thought it got real just now, and it's apparent enough to make the two of you start to giggle.
>The two of you start shitposting in a random thread on 4chan. A thread of Trixie's choice after the previous one prunes.
>You're nodding your head to the vaporwave that's playing, feeling warmth rush through you from the vibes you're getting from the quiet vaporwave that's playing.
>It sends a few shivers down your spine and back up to your head.
>But you can't help but notice the goosebumps on Trixie's arms as the cold seeps into the tent.
>But you only feel... playful about this happening.
>You're more than sure there is a happily glazed look in your eyes.
>Trixie's eyes are doing the same thing, waiting for you to notice her latest post.
>She's doing that thing where she posts random thumbnails from google again and pasting whatever she copied directly from some... Facebook page it seems.
>Something about fine dining; she's literally just gathering something that's made out of text and spamming it into her posts.
>You open up google and do the exact same thing, almost competing with the girl in a friendly way.
>The same moment from before is revived as Trixie scoots a little closer to you. There wasn't much space in between the two of you to begin with.
"You know." You begin. "I thought what you did during the campfire story was pretty fucking rad."
>"Well, Trixie wasn't sure how long they were willing to listen to her reciting the bee movie script."
"You lasted longer than I thought." You giggle just from the thought, the memory alone of her doing that.
>A cool sensation takes your mind as you finally come to terms with the fact that you actually... liked what she did.
>After a few more minutes, the Vaporwave playlist starts playing music from the Weather Channel.
>From what you can only presume is from the 1980's.
>Both you and Trixie start lightly head-banging to the Weather Channel music.
>It's a pretty sweet groove.
>Continue saving every single random thumbnail you can find after typing random phrases into Google Image search.
>So many jpegs.
>And surprisingly a lot of images with plants.
>Trixie gleefully starts to quietly sing along with the words in the vaporwave songs, now leaning up against you.
>She's jamming to this just as much as you are as you keep trolling random strangers on 4chan; together. Actually teaming up at times.
>Trixie licks her lips, soon realizing how cold it's getting in the tent due to it being sometime in the early morning.
>Her breath begins to shudder more, and you notice her arms are still covered in goosebumps.
>She notices you looking at her, but only smiles a bit when your eyes were caught wandering below her face.
"...Cold?"
>Trixie nods with a bite of her lip, seemingly interpreting your words for something else. But part of you can completely understand her.
>She means something... really good.
>This session of trolling people on the internet feels a bit different than the last one. Trixie is... bumping into you more often in her sleeping bag.
>It isn't long before you figure out that's she's doing it on purpose.
"Still cold?"
>You're starting to shiver partially from excitement and partially from the cold now. But after looking back at Trixie, you can see her shivering too.
>"These sleeping bags are thinner than Trixie thought."
>You're about to answer her, but she interrupts and starts off with something else.
>"We should double up our sleeping bags."
>You're taken by surprise, but only a little bit. Trixie has already said weirder things than this before.
"You... you think so?"
>"Trixie wants to be warmer."
"But if we like... double layer the sleeping bags, then which one of us is going to use it?"
>"Both of us." Trixie is obviously trying to keep from grinning.
>You can feel the blush creep across your face. No need to describe what just happened, you just look around for seemingly the longest time as the vaporwave continues to play.
>Feeling yourself getting harder in your pants as you imagine yourself... sharing the sleeping bag with Trixie.
>Saying yes or no isn't even required; Trixie is already sliding out of her sleeping bag as the clock strikes around four thirty AM.
>Her purple top clings to her torso as she squats and opens up the hole of her sleeping bag after she's completely out. Two small bumps on her chest reveal to you where her nipples stand erect under the fabric.
>It's too late to look away; you already saw it. The image is in your mind, and your can't stop yourself from reaching full mast in a compressed fashion.
>Smile awkwardly, but Trixie starts to smile awkwardly the exact same way you are as she catches you taking a peek at her chest.
>"Stick your legs out." She holds the opening of the sleeping bag near your feet.
>Her knuckles slide against your body as your sleeping bag is enveloped inside of hers.
"Why my sleeping bag, though?"
>"Two reasons." Trixie tells you. "Trixie likes to keep her scent alone in her own sleeping bag." She pauses and smiles at you. "And she knows what's going on in yours anyway."
>Nervousness chills you.
"Y-you mean."
>"Shh." She crawls right up to you. Through the loose arm hole in her sleeveless top, you can't see any bra hugging her body.
>First, her legs rub up against your chest, then they sink lower and invade where your legs are. She just started climbing in without warning you.
>You can tell that she can feel your mast pushing against her through your pants.
>The pressure against the sleeping bags's surface intensifies as both you and Trixie take up the space, now making the double layered cloth grip around the two of you really... tight. Pushing you and Trixie together.
>And there's no way to pull your chest away from Trixie's; you feel her breasts squish against you as her arms move around with the phone in one hand.
>"Well, Trixie sure thinks this is an improvement." Her voice's texture goes along with the tones of the vaporwave music that's still playing. “Want to post some more?"
"S-sure. Now that we're warm." You can feel her breathing against you.
>Her breathing becomes more gradual, but her heartbeat quickens. As does yours.
>Trixie dims the lamp that illuminates the tent, leaving your phone screens as the only major light source.
>Her breath tickles your neck as your phones are lined up against one another, parallel to the ground.
>You feel Trixie snake her arm around your body, but it only makes you do the same to her.
>Things are getting really heated really quickly. But the last thing you want to do is turn back.
>Start saving more thumbnails from google images.
>You sort of wish you hadn’t fallen prey to this arousal at this moment of weakness in the early morning. But Trixie wanted to stay awake… and things started to happen. Resistance became a thing of the past.
>It got cold outside, you got hot inside.
>Fuckin’ nature.
>The threads at this time in the morning are moving really slow. But they get more traffic from another timezone in the world after you and Trixie start flooding the place with your messages.
>You face the girl inside the not-so-spacious sleeping bag, placing a hand on her hip and letting your fingers find her bare skin in the gap between her shirt and her shorts.
>With this, Trixie giggles. She scoots her waist forward so it lightly pushes your pelvic ares back a little bit. And your sturdy boner triumphantly sinks between her flesh between her thighs.
>Your phones lightly bump against eachother as your posts get more and more excited. Trixie’s starting to breathe more heavily, getting red in the face as she feels your fingers digging under the top of her shorts and playing with the waistband of her panties.
>The girl sighs appreciatively and presses her face against yours by the cheek, wrapping you into a side-embrace with her arm and prompting you to start pulling her shorts down with a slight nudge of her hips.
>That smile on her face is so kissable. It puckers against your lips that lightly mash against it, followed by a quiet moan from Trixie.
>She’s unraveling up against you, but those shorts are on too tightly. Trixie turns to completely face you so you can undo the front of her shorts more easily. You feel her do the same to your shorts.
>Time to get pants-less comfortable when posting like this on the internet. Your hands are shaking so hard for a moment that you see the sleeping bag around the two of you vibrate for a second.
>Her hands are doing something really quickly as you turn your hands to your phone to post another wall of text with a jpeg of a lawn care advertisement.
>The two of your have been alternating with lustful smiles being exchanged between one another, and Trixie brings her hands up to the phones to post next as yours go back down to work on getting her now undone shorts to her knees.
>You pull, and feel your own shorts get dragged with them.
>They’re off of both pairs of legs with enough twisting and turning around with what little space you have. Bring them up past your increasingly heated bodies and out into the open.
>Trixie had connected the two pairs of shorts through their front buttons and slots that had been undone. She grins at you with an eyebrow raised.
>”Impressed?”
>Let out a short breath with a convinced nod. Trixie’s petite form moves its nearly bare hips against you, turning its side to the brunt of your erection.
>Caress the side of her shoulder, watching her perky tits slightly sway under her tank top in the glow of the screen as the girl perches herself up by her elbows.
>Telling one of the anonymous users on the thread that their opinion doesn’t matter because they don’t like anime. That should get a reply or two.
>Mount yourself on top of Trixie from behind her inside of the sleeping bag, letting your shaft find its place lying flat between the soft cheeks of her ass. She pushes that rump back up into you, prompting you to push it back down with the force of your hips. Trixie can’t hold back a pleased sigh, pushing back up against your weight to challenge you to push harder.
>End up grinding on her after her own arousal makes her hips stronger than yours. Trixie bites her lip in response to this reward, pushing her ass up even further into your gliding pelvic shoves against her.
>You’re both very far from cold now, starting to sweat at the mercy of eachother’s body heat.
>Trixie’s phone is right up against yours; your hands and her hands brush up against one another as you excitedly type your replies to those who took the bait. Fingers nearly getting tangled in a clumsy, loving mess.
>Even replying to eachother’s bait on purpose.
>After you have to wait for the timer to let you post something else, your hands happily return to exploring Trixie’s body as she leans on her elbows under you. Her erect nipples under her thin top still brush past your fingers as you grope her softly jutting chest. Your fingertips play with them as Trixie posts some more.
>You didn’t even notice her start to post from your phone as well until she says something to you. “Watch this.”
>Each of the girl’s hands work on a different touch screen, and you get the message to keep touching Trixie’s body by the playful swinging of her hips.
>Trixie suddenly breathes out heavily as she feels your hands slip into the arm holes of her top and inch across her smooth skin.
>You can feel her breathing become more anxiously thirsty as she dishes out a new post every thirty seconds. With your fingers each flicking and grazing across an areola at first before retreating out of the top to grab Trixie’s gently rocking hips.
>And Trixie raises her ass into your solid member once more. “Reach… under…” She pleads in an airy voice.
>In instant response, Trixie’s panties are grabbed by eager fingers and infiltrated with pleasure-ridden tugs and pulls. They’re twisted down and away from her swaying hips, tangling around her now slippery thighs.
>Trixie shudders as she hits the submit button after filling out the captcha.
>Her brain spins as you voluntarily pull her ass into you, pushing the tip of your dick further under between her cheeks towards the front of her underside. The only two things between your skin and hers are your boxer shorts and her panties; both noticeably soaked by now.
>”Don’t stop.” Trixie welcomes your curling fingers kneading around her waist that gently claw towards her crotch. “Trixie wants to be stimulated when she puts these sheep in their place.” She eyes all of the replies she’s getting. “They shall not escape the wrath of The Great and Powerful Trixie!”
>The sheer ambition in her voice alone makes your dick twitch, the heat inside the sleeping bag seemingly endless.
>And that ambition amplifies when you thrust your fingers in between her sopping wet lips, forcing Trixie to jolt around at the feeling of being entered, with a croaking, sustained moan.
>Her fingers frantically conquer both of the keyboards on the touch screens, typing at a speed able to match the speed of typing on a physical keyboard. Your clutching induces so many typos in what she’s saying; the girl is starting to grunt like a wild animal as she completes one shitpost after another under the name of Grim Reaper.
>With le’s and XD’s riddled all over the text box.
>With heavily pixilated thumbnail photos of Ronald McDonald, a field full or tractors, a plate of jello and a flaming train flying off the rails of a railroad track.
>The last photo perfectly describes what you’re making Trixie do to this thread. She has zero mercy for the now dozens of replies she’s getting. Relentlessly showering them with  d a n k   m a y m a y s .
>The wrath of The Great and Powerful Trixie indeed.
>You feel her squirm spasmodically underneath you. She’s slipping and sliding against the interior of the sleeping bag. her slick skin becoming more revealed as her damp top rides up her torso from the movement.
>Take one hand and help scrunch the top away from Trixie’s supple chest, pulling harder against the sweat making the top stick to her.
>The other hand still digging through Trixie’s dripping honeypot with the free hand liberating Trixie’s tits from her shirt.
>Trixie starts spamming “THE BEST” dozens of times per post with pictures of Dave Grohl shouting into a microphone.
>After several more minutes, the replies you barely notice through your arousal make you smile ever wider.
>[>This ‘the best’ spammer. Do we have mods or not?]
>You can feel Trixie heating up under your gripping fingers that cup her drenched nethers. She shivers for a bit, groaning as you plant prolonged kisses onto the back of her neck.
>With her panties now bunched just above her knees, Trixie slowly rolls over beneath you onto her back. Keeping your soaking hand between her sweet folds.
>Her wide grin meets your lips with a hot breath into your mouth, tasting like cherry bubblegum. Trixie moans loudly with her lips latched with yours, she tightly shuts her eyes.
>The girl is on her back, ducking her head beneath her shirt as your free hand pulls it up past her face after the kiss breaks.
>The shirt is grappled behind Trixie’s neck. Trixie is breathing wildly as she slips her phone into your free hand, your phone still in her devious grasp.
>You feel her feet snake up the sides of your legs, soon reaching the sides of your boxers and adeptly pulling them down. The wet hand joins the dry one holding Trixie’s phone.
>Find yourself flicked out of your trousers with your tip colliding against those same wet lips with an almost silent smack. Slipping between them… slipping in.
>”Trixie’s going commando tomorrow.” She murmurs as you hear a stuttered ripping sound.
>About twenty seconds later, Trixie pulls out a purple pair of panties from within the sleeping bag. They’re torn apart, tossed to the side. The girl gives you a sultry grin.
>Trixie groans ecstatically for your shaft to start polishing her walls. She begs for it with the glistening in her eyes, beats of sweat on her forehead.
>Her tongue sweeping her smile from left to right.
>Wanting it is an understatement.
>Trixie quietly yelps with her mouth closed when your length slides in between the moist flesh, trembling in something beyond pure ecstasy.
>Enjoying it is an understatement.
>You watch the girl’s posts show how desperate she is for more as she furiously types from your phone, back to back with hers in your hands. The text doing the best it can to blare the eroticism she’s feeling in what couldn’t POSSIBLY be silence. Describing it is impossible.
>Impossible is an understatement.
>You thrust… and thrust and thrust and thrust still. Straining ever so passionately as Trixie’s soft, warm, soaking walls hug the entire length of your dick, slipping and dragging back and forth with maximum stimulation.
>Maximum is an understatement.
>On Trixie’s phone, reply to her posts with some babbling utterances of extreme excitement of your own. Mouth the words through gritting teeth as you type them, feeling your dick melting into Trixie as you plow her harder. Giving her all of the fun she could ever have on her back.
>Fun is an understatement.
>All of the other anonymous users on the thread watch in confusion and horror as the hyper-horny back-and-forth shitposting reaches a level beyond levels. There is no text nor images that could express what you really want to put on there, what Trixie wants to put on there in response to what you put on there.
>Put is an understatement.
>Your screen becomes coated in Trixie’s luscious, syrupy juices from your fingers. So many typos, so many butterfingers, so many incorrect captchas.
>Clumsy is an understatement.
>Trixie’s most recent post shines like a green light. [OH AON IM CMUMIGN. I AMN C U M M I N G]. That green light is accompanied by a jpeg of the blue NUT button meme. [CUMCUMCMUCMCUMCMU].
>Nut is an understatement. Definitely on Trixie’s end.
>She undulates with unstoppable outbursts, erupting with outright turmoil under your embrace in the sleeping bag. You reply by pasting the link to the wikipedia page on ejaculation, spamming it not even god knows how many times. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ejaculation
>Ejaculation is an understatement. Especially regarding what is happening to you.
>Reciprocate Trixie’s lustful convulsions through your own turbulent orgasm that reigns down upon the girl. Mirror every last one of her unrestrained movements; the sleeping bag is literally sent into mid air.
>Even feeling it is an understatement; Trixie curls her toes and clenches her teeth as you fiercely glaze her womb in a crashing surge of semen.
>On the thread, you match her wanton message with a jpeg thumbnail image of a cheese wonton from a Chinese restaurant website you found on google images.
>Any word at all is an understatement.
~
>Many minutes later.
>Many, many more minutes later.
>”Trixie wants to call it sexposting.”
>You laugh with her a little bit, noticing the sun rise in the distance through the thin layer of the tent. Trixie cuddles up beside you, completely bottomless in her wrinkled tank top.
>Birds chirping in the distance.
“I think that’s a good name for it.” You stroke the inside of Trixie’s thigh, making her giggle and involuntarily pull back.
>It definitely becomes apparent now that everyone in the other tents are getting up now. You and Trixie stay quiet, making sure no one tries to creep up on your tent and take a peek at the two of you again.
>Breakfast time might start soon.
 
HYPERVANILLS 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO:
Title: Hypervanilla 2: Electric Boogaloo.
>You're at the pool.
>Sitting in your chair reading a magazine. And by reading, you're actually just looking at the pictures because... >reading.
>You hear some splashing around in the pool, despite you very specifically remember being here alone.
>Lower your newspaper and realize that it's Rarity who's swimming around in the pool.
>How the hell did she get in here?
>"Hello, Darling."
"Hi, Rarity. Nice to see you know how to sneak into places without anyone noticing."
>"Oh I was already here the whole time. Just behind the tool shed."
"What were you doing behind the tool shed?"
>"I was waiting for you." She swims closer to you and rises out of the water.
>As she gets out, you notice the... extremely small bikini she has on, nearly slipping off of her bulging breasts.
"Oh for fuck's sake." You mumble under your breath. "Not this again."
>"Do you mind if I borrow your tow-" She's interrupted by your towel nearly flying in her face.
>You return to your real estate magazine as she dries off with your towel.
>It's not like you were going to use it anyway; you never go in the swimming pool on account of other people's sweat and saliva and all that undesirable shit in there.
>You'd rather just sit on the side and go a few rows of chairs back whenever it looks like there will be splashing. You're already ready to stand up.
>After a minute, Rarity can be seen standing right next to you out of the corner of your eye. "Here's your towel back, darling." She rests it across your lap; it's a good thing you're wearing thick pants. "I got pretty soaked." She concludes with a giggle.
>You look up at her and into her eyes. There's definitely something causing them to gleam the way they are right now.
"So... can I help you?"
>"Would you mind if I sit with you?"
"Not at all. There's an empty chair next to me."
>"I mean with you in YOUR chair." Rarity bites her lip. "Perhaps you can help me.. adjust my swimsuit."
"...What?"
>"Perhaps you can help me... out of my swimsuit."
>Set your magazine down and tap the heels of your shoes together.
"There's no place like home. There's no place like home."
>There is a light rumbling, and Rarity notices a light starting to emit out of the bottom of your light up sneakers.
>Yogurt starts shooting out of them, and you are slowly propelled out of your chair from the force of the continuous burst with your magazine in hand.
>Feel your head start to inflate; your hair turns brown and is now shaped like the tip of a blob of ice cream in a cone; your head is now shaped like a giant peanut.
"Gotta blast!"
>Leave the towel behind; she can keep it.
>You're soon far above the rooftops, coating them in a layer of vanilla yogurt from the soles of your shoes.
>Goku and his rock band cheer for you and write a ballad in your name.
>Disappear over the distant horizon a legend. Never to be seen on Earth again.
 
LADY RARA:
>Coloratura has always been the biggest star out there.
>The limelight had always been hers, and she basked in its warmth as she took the center of the stage.
>Mystifying her audience.
>They would cheer for her every show, going absolutely fanatic.
>Rara's manager, often pleased with the outcome of each performance, tells her how happy he is with the profit he's making from her.
>In much lighter terms of course.
>The two are in their tour bus, listening to the muffled crowds outside waiting for autographs as the bus gets ready to pull off.
>Rara's manager turns to his star.
>"By the way, sweetheart, I have some news."
>"Hm?" Rara perks her head up as the engine lowly roars and the bus pulls off. "What is it?"
>"You're going to be performing alongside three new co-stars."
>The eager smile on the manager's face doesn't say anything further than "money money money money..."
>Rara frowns at him, but does the opposite on the outside where he can see her reaction.
>"Oh, that's great." Rara can't even imagine where it must have been where she lost her luster in the eyes of the sharply dressed man. "What are their names?"
>"We're going to meet them back at the hotel. You'll love them, trust me."
>As she twiddles her thumbs, Rara can only imagine herself being replaced by these three, whoever they are.
>The tour bus escapes the disappointed crowd and arrives back at the hotel in about twenty minutes. Rara's stomach had been churning with anticipation the entire time.
>The manager steps out of the door and gestures for these new performers to approach the bus; Rara didn't bother to get a look at them through the window first.
>"Rara." The manager addresses his old-news star. "I'd like you to meet the Dazzlings!"
>"Hey there." Adagio emerges from behind the manager and strides over to Rara.
>With a sultry, predatory expression, and the other two Dazzlings following her.
>Trixie is about to be up there on the stage, getting ready to perform.
>She gets herself ready, tightening her costume and putting her hat on.
>The music from the previous show continues to play; and Trixie can't help but head-bang to it with the thought of blowing the audience away in her mind.
>The first act ends, and Coloratura steps off of the stage and into the backstage.
>Trixie approaches her.
>"That wasn't bad." She compliments with a sarcastic face.
>Coloratura stand there with a blush, not really coming up with a comeback like last time.
>Trixie notices this absence of the usual banter. "What's wrong?"
>"Eh, just a little off the ball today, not much of a problem."
>"You sure?" Trixie hadn't seen the other girl like this.
>Coloratura nods and walks around Trixie. The booming voice from the announcer takes Trixie's mind off of the other performer and onto the audience that awaits her.
>She's up next.
>There is a vast ocean of fans in the audience when Trixie steps out onto the stage, feeling the warmth of the spotlight shine down upon her.
>She smiles and enthusiastically waves, greeting her audience with an excited voice.
>Starts the show like every other time. Expresses her excitement to the audience, wanting them to feel as much as the show as they can. Singing dancing.
>The songs she performs with being her favorite songs for the night.
>And the audience goes wild as she twists and turns up there on stage, not caring about exactly everything they might see.
>She retreats from the stage after the performance ends, unable to wait until she gets the tapes of her first performance of the night.
>Coloratura confronts her again as she's getting ready to enter her trailer.
>"Can I talk with you for a second?" Coloratura asks, now looking more worried than before.
>Trixie can already tell that there's definitely something up.
>"What's been going on?" Trixie steps closer to the other performer.
>Coloratura's lip starts to quiver. "I think I'm being replaced."
>"Why?"
>"Th-the Dazzlings..."
>Trixie perks up. "What? How on earth did they even make it here?"
>"They cornered me on the tour bus the other day. Held me down and put this thing around my neck." Coloratura pulls out a red, gleaming pendant from the collar of her shirt.
>Trixie gasps.
>"They told me to keep this on so I could..." Her mouth contorts and her eyes well up. "Sing more... Like them."
>Trixie nearly tries to snatch the pendant off of Coloratura right off the bat.
>She balls her hands into fists.
>"I can't believe it." Trixie shudders.
>"They told me to behave and everything will be fine." Coloratura looks down and tries not to cry. "That they were running this show now, and that I need to adjust my act to fit theirs."
>"They can't do that!" Trixie scowls and tries to resist stomping hard onto the floor. "You have been performing much longer than they have! They have no right to tell you how to do your show. Who do they think they are?"
>Trixie gets the right mind to go over to them and confront them. Mostly because she knows that if she doesn't do anything, she's going to be next.
>But at least she's not about to let this happen.
>Coloratura turns around and slaps her palm to her forehead. "And they have my manager on their side, there's nothing I can do."
>"Well why do they want you performing with them so badly? Can't you already sing well on your own?"
>"They called my voice the tool they needed to... get back out there."
>"Were they wearing pendants?" Trixie lowers her voice in case they can hear.
>"I haven't seen any, but they said that my voice was really good, in a not so polite way. And told me that they could use it for practicing purposes."
 
SUNSET THE PSYCHIATRIST:
>Try everything you can to get the thoughts out of your head.
>But they only strip her pants off as well instead of put her shirt back on in your head. You can't control what you want.
>You tense up on the couch, expecting the worst. Worrying about what Sunset's going to do in reaction to what she just saw you imagining her as.
>This isn't fair. It's not not f-
>"It's alright, Anon." Her voice reassures you as her fingers graze the back of your hand.
>Even your breathing itself has begun to shudder.
>"Anon, there's no need to be worried. You're far from the only one to think things like that."
>You're a little convinced that she didn't actually say that despite how believable it sounds. Why would anything nice ever happen?
>"It's true." She continues with her fingers locking between yours. "It's only natural, and I have nothing wrong with it. Just take a deep breath and relax. Let the reason why you came here start to appear. It might take a minute or two."
>Your brain counters everything you heard with more and more disturbing thoughts about Sunset. Doing all sorts of creepy, unmentionable things to her. Almost challenging her to become bothered, but Sunset only spreads her gentle grasp to your wrist.
>You didn't even notice yourself whimpering in growing despair.
>"Shh... it's okay. It's just your brain being silly. Happens with a lot of my patients. I'm aware that you don't mean any of that other stuff. It's just part of the process." She comforts you with a soft voice. "Just let the real truth find its way to the surface."
>There are images of you perched between her legs; ramming your shaft into her, making her squeal in lustful climax.
>She can see every detail, but only smiles and nods as though she's used to it.
>Holding your hand.