>"Trixie is NOT lonely!"
>She said it over and over again every time she was asked. Her actions said the opposite.
>Wanted every little bit of attention and affection she can get.
>Trixie really shouldn't have spread that rumor about herself; now everyone thinks someone has a crush on her.
>Now she has to lie. Only she can see her crush in the mirror, no one else feel a thing when they see her reflection.
>Valentine's Day is in... how long?
>Trixie knows the rumor only spread further with no one to blame but herself. The ears that listened and minds that believed are accompanied by eyes that expect the crush to reveal himself (or herself) on Valentine's Day.
>They want to know the conclusion to this.
>Trixie doesn't.
>If only they'd forget, so Trixie can forget that she's alone. But the show must go on.
>Eats lunch far away from everyone to avoid conversation. She might skip school on the long awaited day.
>Why didn't she just not celebrate Valentine's Day like every other year?
>Now her loneliness is going to hit even harder than all the other times.
>...
>Now it's the day before.
>Trixie can hear herself breathing throughout the whole day. Her heart beats in her ears, her mouth dry.
>No one stands next to her. And this is probably how it's going to end up tomorrow. Trixie's crush was here all along, standing in her shoes. Only able to kiss her lover when there's a mirror in the room.
>It would be embarrassing to just bring a mirror tomorrow and try and play it off as having been a joke all along. Mirrors and reflections don't write love letters, not even fake ones.
>Fake people write fake love letters. Trixie doesn't want to be fake in front of everyone.
>They think someone loves her, but they don't know that it's not someone else.
>Everyone's waiting; Trixie wants to leave early. Maybe never come back.
>Yes, over something as silly as this.
>Trixie doesn't leave school after the day ends, let alone leave early.
>She did manage to get a bunch of attention from the rumors. It's not the kind she wanted.
>Everyone wants to interrogate her. "Who is it?" "Are they gonna ghost you?" Trixie gives nothing and no one a straight answer.
>Not even herself.
>She hides away in any way she can... to any extent she can.
>No more singing or performing in front of others. The crowd frightens the girl. Even a one person crowd.
>Anyone who can discover the truth.
>What in the world happened to Trixie's confidence? All she did was tell a lie and get everyone to give her attention.
>It might feel just as bad for each individual person finding out than it does for Trixie getting a cold, hard look at how desperately lonely she truly is.
>Who even does this?
>It's going to take the other students a while to completely clear out of the school. These after school clubs and activities really started to pick up recently.
>No one is in the theater right now; Trixie uses the spare keys to the door to backstage she always had for so long to get in.
>No one will ask her if she's lonely in here. No one will ask her if she knows her crush.
>She doesn't have to say no to both, only one of them being a lie at this point.
>Trixie hunkers down, puts her knees to her chest and hides her face in the dark room.
>No one seems to be around to hear her begin to quietly sob.
>Though, Trixie can't hear the footsteps very well over her own sobbing.
>"Is someone in here?" A familiar voice says.
>Trixie perks up and plans what she's going to say and how she's going to keep her voice from breaking.
>She knows who's going to come around the corner.
>"Oh... hey girls." Trixie greets Fuchsia and Lavender as they approach her with a wave. "What have you been up to recently?"
>"Talent show. It's coming up next month." Answers Lavender. "We signed up a week or two ago."
>"Oh... you did?" Trixie's voice isn't even close to it's normal tone. "That's great to hear. Glad you're doing your own thing now."
>Lavender looks over to Fuchsia, giving her a concerned look. Trixie knows why.
>"So uh, Trixie supposes she'll be on her way, then."
>"Wait." Lavender prompts.
>"There's something we wanna ask. It's about the talent show." Fuchsia brings up.
>"It's... not about the talent show, is it?"
>"Oh, but it is." Fuchsia responds with a friendly gleam. "You're the reason why we're entering the talent show to begin with."
>"...Really?"
>"We really liked working with you." Lavender starts to show some awkwardness in her tone as Trixie inches towards the door.
>"In fact." Fuchsia thinks to herself a little. "Would you like to join us? It would be like the... musical showcase we recently had." She words the name of the event carefully. "I know this sounds cheesy, but you sort of inspired us."
>When did Lavender get to standing between Trixie and the doorway?
>"Sooooo, we were wondering if you wanted to join the next event with us."
>Trixie can't think of an answer. As soon as she sniffles, the other two girls start to look a little more worried.
>"We really mean that." Reinforces Lavender. "It's true. We'd love to be your teammates again!"
>"Look..." Trixie isn't going to be able to contain herself anyway; this offer of friendship is giving her a comparison between what she has and what she wants, making the gap more apparent to her thoughts. "Trixie isn't lonely. Okay?"
>There's no comment on that in response. "No no no, you could like, lead us again! We haven't really put together many main ideas for a performance. We're kinda disorganized without you, to be honest."
>These words pry their way to Trixie's heart with ease. The sudden surge of emotion overtakes Trixie on the inside and makes her lips quiver.
>"What do you say?" Fuchsia asks, trying to pretend she doesn't notice Trixie's eyes welling up.
>But it has to be addressed sooner or later, and Trixie herself chooses sooner.
>"Trixie knows you came here for a reason. It's clear you thin she's lonely and you want to cheer her up." Croaks the magician girl. "I j-just... I'm sorry..."
>An awkward moment of Trixie crying out loud is incoming. Lavender puts a hand on Trixie's shoulder in hopes it will help more than it hinder the situation.
>"If there's something else you want to say, anything else, just get it over with and say it." Says Trixie with a hand wiping a tear away. "Just say whatever it is."
>And she guessed it right too, none of these three girls are blind to the situation here.
>"Okay, okay." Fuchsia takes a long and deep breath. "We also want to know what's been getting the best of you lately. Because you normally talk to people more and want to, well, show off a little more than recently."
>"We know you, Trixie. And you haven't been acting the same since you've gotten that love letter in your locker." Adds Lavender.
>"Yeah, you're more confident than this." Fuchsia now puts her hand on Trixie's shoulder. "What's going on? It's okay to tell us. We'll keep it a secret for you."
>Lavender nods in affirmation.
>Trixie's on the borderline of breaking down, but does what she can to hold it together in the presence of her friends. "Well, I-" She gets a little choked up before she can finish.
>"Just say it. We asked everything now, so just get it out, it's alright." Fuchsia pulls Trixie into a half-hug with Lavender following suit.
>"The letter..." Confesses Trixie. "Trixie wrote it. The crush was made up, Trixie wanted to make everyone think that someone l-liked h-her..." Her mouth bends into a sharp frown and she silently loses it in the arms of her friends. "I'm so sorry."
>Lavender and Fuchsia calmly shush Trixie, momentarily telling her they won't say a word to anyone.
>"Trixie..." Lavender starts. "Trixie, listen to me."
>Trixie gives herself a few seconds to breathe before blankly staring at the other girl.
>"Listen, Trixie." Fuchsia joins in. "We did it."
>"W-what?" Trixie furrows her brow with a new tear in her eye having yet to be wiped away.
>"We wrote the letter. You didn't write it, we did." Affirms Lavender.
>It takes Trixie a second or two to register what this means, but once she understands, her eyes shut with new tears coming on and she begins to sob a little more loudly.
>"We'll tell them all tomorrow that we wrote it." Lavender swears. "Promise. You can count on it."
>Trixie's breathing becomes stuttered, and the arms of the other two girls wrap around her as she's sandwiched between them. Now anyone walking by in the hallway can be able to hear Trixie.
>The weight flutters off of Trixie's shoulder as she sits there on the floor sandwiched between her friends. She thanks them in a few mumbled and jumbled words, embracing them back with tears rolling down her face.
>She doesn't want to wipe away tears of sudden happiness.
>"Okay... okay. Thank you." Trixie must have said this a thousand times. "Thank you so much."
>She moans quietly as her friends keep hugging her.
>"So you gonna join us?" Asks Fuchsia. "We'll be the best assistants you could ask for."
>"You can count on that too." Says Lavender.
>"Mhm." Fuchsia pats Trixie on the side of her arm. "What do you say?"
>"Trixie wo- I'd love to..." Sighs Trixie with a wave of warmth traveling through her body. "I'd absolutely love to do stuff with you girls again. I liked it too."
>"Aww..." Lavender and Fuchsia hug their leader a little bit tighter.
>"One thing, though." Trixie adds. "I'm not, uh, you don't think I'm too obsessed with... myself, do you?" She anxiously waits for them to answer.
>Lavender softly chuckles. "Heh, what? Of course not!"
>"Don't kick yourself for being confident, girl." Says Fuchsia with a smirk. "Loving yourself is totally fine."
>"That's one of the things we really like about you, Trixie." Lavender says. "You're confident and you really know to love yourself. We know the real you, and she's amazing. She's powerful and great."
>Trixie forces a quick little giggle. "So..." She trails off for her friends to say something.
>"So..."
>"Heh, so... you gonna be okay?"
>Trixie closes her eyes and tilts her head towards the floor.
>"Well..." She begins. "I guess I will now."
>The other two 'aww' again, laughing together with Trixie for a brief moment as the mood lightens.
>"Hey now, if you love yourself, then we sure love you just as much, Trixie." Proclaims Fuchsia. "And if you have times when you don't so much, we'll keep loving you until things get better."
>"You bet!" Agrees Lavender.
>"Are you sure you're okay with everyone thinking that we're... you know." Asks Trixie.
>"Well now that we've been wording it that way..." Fuchisa begins to blush as Lavender's eyes dart around the room. "Well, it could be interpreted that way, sure."
>"It was a love letter." Lavender points out. "But hey, it'll just be a silly rumor at best. We're still doing this save for you, and ya can't stop us."
>"You mean it?" Trixie's pupils dilate.
>"Best assistants you can ask for, right?" Lavender turns to Fuchsia.
>Fuchsia nods in response with certainty.
>The three snuggle together playfully for the next few minutes before getting up and going to Trixie's house together to start to plan how they're going to attack the talent show.
~
>Valentine's Day came and went.
>Needless to say, Lavender and Fuchsia held true to their word and reinforced Trixie's story.
>Everyone discovered that Trixie had not only A secret admirer, but TWO secret admirers.
>And they are the two girls she went to the Battle of the Bands alongside with and made it to the the finals to perform with.
>Rumors about them being lovers quickly spread, but none of the three minded. It was fine.
>Fuchsia and Lavender grow really, really fond of Trixie. About as much as Trixie grows fond of herself. Just as they promised.
>They spend time together for an hour or two every single day to practice... at first.
>An hour or two turns into three or four hours each day without many breaks.
>And Trixie's loving assistants continue to hold true to their word and show a lot of affection for Trixie.
>They tell her that she can go her own way any time if she wants. They know how much Trixie loves to look out for herself, and this talent show is pretty much the last big event of the year.
>Lavender and Fuchsia are just happy to spend time with their Trixie, they love being around her so much.
>Probably more than Trixie anticipated.
>It soon that Trixie's infatuation with herself has become contagious as time went on.
>The talent show came and went; Trixie and the Illusions practically stole the crowd, but they didn't disband after the event was over.
>In fact, they subtly became closer than before. It all started in the way they talked to eachother.
>Trixie, of course, goes back to her usual third-person-speaking self with the word choice of a ruler. And Fuchsia and Lavender felt their love for their ruler grow with each passing day.
>And with this, Trixie began to utilize their love to get them to be obedient and twice, no, four times as organized as before. More synchronized since last year, now they're learning more guitar chords and more complex music scores.
>Trixie is hopelessly in love with herself... and the Illusions can't help but stay true to the promise they made pertaining to that.
~
>The three of them are practicing one day when the other two girls start to get a little touchy feely with Trixie.
>It starts with a bit of arm and hand holding, but they work their way up Trixie's sleeves.
>Soon holding her by the arms, the moment gradually turning to them restraining their leader by the arms when she's trying to do stuff and give them instructions. Their eyes lighting up.
"Girls! F-focus! We have to practice! This is why we lost the battle of the bands in the first place!"
>"We're sorry, Great and Powerful Trixie, you've just got us under your spell!"
>"Yeah! Why do you have to be so enchanting, Great and Powerful Trixie?"
"D-dispel! Cease! End! Curse you, swag! Why won't you turn off!"
>"Oh Trixie, you could never turn US off..."
>"Yeah! Shouldn't have taken that passive specialization in HAWT, Trixie!"
"It was a mistake! Trixie made a mistake! Is this her punishment?"
>"Oh, I didn't know you were into that, Trixie. Hold her down while I get some stuff, okay?"
>"Kay! You know, Trixie, You look so pretty in that hoodie, but you look even better out of it~"
"Stop disrobing the Great and Powerful Trixie! Trixie wants the love of the masses! What are you doing with that phone?!?"
>"Well, I bet you'll get a lot of love once we release this video~"
>A whip cracks in the background
>"Oh, You know it... You're gonna get all sorts of new fans pretty soon..."
"...T-trixie is conflicted..."
>"Don't worry, baby! You'll love every minute of it and so will your adoring public!"
>"Yeah! And so will we... Now lay back and enjoy it~"
"... Trixie insists that the safe word is abracadabra..."
>Trixie leans back into the arms that pull her hoodie down like her friends told her to, ceasing her resistance and letting these hands proceed.
>"Yeah, that's it sweetheart. Arch that back for us and smile for the camera."
>"Mm, your bra matches your eyes. But let's see if your panties do~"
"A-abr... ah... that tickles!"
>"You really give up that soon? What's wrong, your inner thigh's your weak spot?"
"They're ticklish!"
>"Forget her weak spot, let's find her G-spot!"
>"Hmmm, so impatient... same here."
>Fuchsia and Lavender eagerly pounce inward at Trixie, gently nabbing her in a three way kiss.
>Tongues work together and pry Trixie's lips open then slip in.
>"Mmph... mmm... mmwah, oh my..." Fuchsia murmurs with a bridge of saliva attached to her lip. "You had cherry flavored... something, didn't you?"
>"I tasted it too." Lavender suddenly grasps the bottom ridge of a certain someone's pair of panties from up her skirt and tugs playfully.
>The camera picks up Trixie's skirt being lifted like a curtain, panties being pulled at like the ropes to it.
>Trixie's upper body suddenly feels so cold; she didn't comprehend her near toplessness until she heard her hoodie softly hit the floor.
>"They do match her eyes~" Lavender's eyes light up, gazing at the fabric in her hand between Trixie's bare thighs as she pulls at it.
>Trixie's skin becomes textured with goosebumps, breasts heaving snugly under the bra cups with each aroused breath only until Fuchsia's teeth gently pull a strap off of Trixie's shoulder, weakening their hold.
>Trixie melts between her girlfriends, clothes picked apart as parts of her exposed body are being picked to get the whip first.
>Lavender gives Trixie's plump ass a light slap after she prompts the skirt to fall to Trixie's knees.
>It jiggles enough for the camera to pick it up, qualifying it to bear the whip first.
>"C'mon, Trixie. Let's show everyone how much power you can take."
>"Stand her up."
>Trixie's legs can't help but shake, her face can't help but blush as red as the cheeks on her ass are about to be.
>Her friends assist her onto her feet, breathing just as heavily as she is. Trixie didn't even notice they started to undress out of their own excitement.
>She didn't notice until she felt their bare skin against hers.
>"Come on, baby. Stick that ass out for us."
>Trixie hears Lavender lick her lips inches from her ear.
"Ahh~" A shudder erupts through Trixie's body as she feels teeth begin to nibble at her.
>Lavender's teeth on her earlobe and Fuchsia's teeth on her bra cup, peeling it away from her nipple.
>Trixie's knees are forced to bend, her hips jutted backwards and her ass into a reachable position.
>"It's almost scary how beautiful you are." A soft but authoritarian voice mutters before the crack of a whip is accompanied by a brief yelp from Trixie. "Let's see how that cute butt takes this."
>The whip sounds once more, and bounces fervently off of Trixie's ass cheeks, leaving a pink mark to match the blush on Trixie's face.
>The loving assistants knew this was coming.
>The timer on the phone's camera passes three minutes.
>"Let's get..." Lavender curiously digs her thumb under Trixie's panty strap. "this... outta the way..." Pulls down, and down, and down.
>Fuchsia's teeth do the exact same thing with Trixie's bra cup, managing to help Trixie get something off her chest. All the way off; the loose bra meekly lands on Lavender's hand... it has to fall further than Trixie's hip to get there.
>"You're taking your goods being on camera pretty well." Lavender sternly yanks the panties in a motion that frees the inside-out bottom ridge from the clamp of Trixie's thighs.
>Fuchsia and Lavender happened to lose some (most) of their own clothes so far in the process. Oh well.
>All three girls are completely naked in the timespan of about three or four more whip cracks.
>Clothes lie bunched together on the floor in a heaping pile. Nudged around by Trixie's feet trying to stay planted in place as the echoes of the whip fill the room.
>Trixie's right hand wraps around Fuchsia's back and hold on for balance; she'll need it. Fuchsia holds Trixie's body close and pulls the girl closer into a love embrace as her lips lock around Trixie's right nipple.
>Trixie's left hand is trapped between Lavender's thighs. Lavender pushes Trixie's hand up deeper into herself, "Hold me, dear, I'm right here." She groans quietly when she feels Trixie's fingers get playful.
>"Come on, is that all you got?" Lavender whips Trixie's great and powerful ass even harder. "I wanna FEEL you."
>Trixie's fingers pry inside on Lavender's sweet glove.
>"Mmmmmmph." Fuchsia notices how fast Trixie's chest is heaving as she's erotically hyperventilating.
>The whip cracks again and lights a fire under trixie's ass, turning her hand into a pleasure machine. She's gonna make Lavender feel her alright.
>Fuchsia puts the phone down, perched onto a stage prop to face the action. But her hand isn't free for long.
>Gives Trixie some sort of ceremonial lick up her nipple before plunging her fingers into the fold of the girl's vulva and convinces Trixie to jump a little.
>The pain from the whip trickles deep into Trixie's body, reaches Fuchsia's fingers and works with them to make Trixie throw her head back with a loud outcry of lust.
>Trixie's never used her voice like this on camera before. Especially not after the whip sends another shock through her, contagiously spreading into Trixie's hand and then from what her hand does into Lavender.
>Lavender caught whatever Trixie has, throwing her head back the same way.
"H-hold my hand." Trixie stammers to Lavender, unable to keep from drooling a little, feeling lightheaded but heart heavy with love.
>Bucking her hips a little, she strains her voice into a breathy moan.
>Fuchsia caresses Trixie's goods deeper and closer to that G-spot she's venturing to find. Lavender's closer to her own climax since she took Trixie's hand before Trixie took Fuchsia's.
>Lavender holds onto Trixie's hand with so much care. "Oh~" Her eyes gleam with excitement as they meet Trixie's.
>She shakes with each of Trixie's movements inside of her.
>Brought closer and closer to...
>"Ah... ah, ah, ah~... y-yes... yes!" Lavender is breathing so fast.
>Trixie's hand gives her that extra push she needs; the deep end is crossed.
>Lavender's eyes shut, her cheeks rosy to the point of glowing. She climaxes rather quickly, letting Trixie's hand take the juices.
>Fuchsia follows suit with the finger movements. She sandwiches Trixie between Lavender and herself, fondling and squeezing the performer with every ounce of love she has. No more words are needed to be said.
>Hearts booming in their chests. All three of
them.
>Trixie moves her hand away from Lavender's nethers after she's done giving her a trip to cloud nine. Takes the juices she got from there and adds them to her own as they accumulate between her own vulva.
>Locking dripping fingers with Fuchsia's fingers in a wanton handhold. Shows the other girl just how much she should be moving her fingers; instructing her assistant on how to do things right.
>Being the leader her assistants deserve. She shuts her own eyes and throws her head back once more, shuddering loudly as her womanly fluids gradually get brought out in a slow climax.
>Trixie groans, her eyes rolling back behind closed eyelids. Hands slide around between her thighs with the help of clear juices.
>Undulates uncontrollably for a minute before falling back with her Illusions.
>Deeply sighing before turning the camera off.
"Abracadabra."