S i l h o u e t t e & T r i x y
”I don’t even know what to put here..”— Trixy Samantha laid on her bed as she waited for Trixy. In trying to understand her feelings a bit better, she had become a bit more distant than normal these past few days. To both Trixy and Veronica, but only one of them was likely to be unaware as to why. To make it up to her, Sam thought they could go on that second date since the Rave turned out to be a clusterfuck.
It really had been, hadn't it?
They barely got to enjoy themselves before everyone in the club started killing each other, and Justine showed her face. They fought and defeated the Monster Queen, and then the Ascendency yet again decided to remind people that they get their name from the ever-increasing number of shitty things they've done.
And, of course, Rachel.
Samantha couldn't remember the last time she felt so pissed off. She didn't remember feeling so strongly about the conflict between DMGs and them, but apparently, that was the case. She couldn't think of any other reason why she'd go out of her way to attack someone she wasn't ordered to. Veronica was right about her actions being driven by emotions. How foolish of her.
Anyway, if there was one thing she could compliment the Ascendancy on, it was that at least some of them proved to be as strong as their fervor for their misguided beliefs. The inquisitor had reacted far quicker than Sam thought she could, and it was only a mixture of instinct and luck that she didn't end up losing her life or being captured. Samantha wouldn't let that happen a second time. The next time they clashed, she wouldn't underestimate her opponent.
"Oh..." Samantha shook her head as she sat up in her bed. She was thinking too hard on these things, even after inviting Trixy over. The events preceding today weren't important. What was? Making up for them.
But Sam was wholly incompetent when it came to dates. What form would it take today? All she had to go off of was what it
wouldn't look like, which Trixy generously pointed out a bit ago.
Was training really that bad?Thankfully, Trixy was probably not aware that Sam was starting to think she was ready to take the training wheels off. But that torture was for another time, because Trixy stepped through the door.
“You showed up.”"Did I knock?"Trixy was looking pretty average today. Just a yellow sweater and jeans, and she wasn’t even wearing an eyepatch. The corners of her lips were arched downward slightly, and she avoided making eye contact with Sam until she got in the center of the room.
"You’ve been kind of distant." she sat down in a chair across from Samantha.
"Is it because of the Mariette thing?"Samantha looked confused for a second but then shook her head.
"No. I'm not happy about that, though." she slid herself to the end of her bed and sat up properly.
"I needed time to think over things for a bit, but I suppose I could've mentioned as much." she rubbed the back of her neck as though embarrassed by the fact.
She remained silent just too long for it to feel natural.
"Anyway, we did promise to do something if things didn't pan out at the Rave, didn't we?""Yea, but I dunno." Trixy looked at her hands and twiddled her thumbs.
"I can’t believe Betty’s gone. I keep checking Glimr expecting her to respond to my messages." she folded her hands in her lap.
"I don’t really feel like going anywhere. All I wanna do is eat.""Oh, I see..." Samantha seemed disappointed.
"...well, that's understandable." It appeared as though Samantha wasn't sure what to say, so she started looking around her room in an attempt to find inspiration for what they could do here. Unfortunately, much like herself, she found her room quite bland and uninteresting.
Oh!Samantha got an idea. If Trixy was hungry, then why not feed her?
"Do you like pizza?" she asked, even though she was relatively sure that it was a dumb question. Samantha wasn't sure exactly how her pizza compared to, say, Su's, but that was because Boteg never gave his opinion and Su and Mika suddenly disappeared.
"Do I?" Trixy placed her hands on her hips.
"Wait, that was a rhetorical question wasn’t it? You remembered I wanted a slice of pizza at the rave!" She smiled. Even untransformed, her teeth were pointy like a sharks.
"I’ll never say no to a pizza! But where do we order something like that? A lot of Penrose’s food joints are closing down because they can’t all compete with the lower population. The good ones are closing at least, are you in the mood for little caesars?."Samantha couldn't help but puff out her chest with pride.
"I have recently obtained the knowledge required to make pizzas by hand. We don't have to worry about ordering out." she declared.
But Little Caesar's did sound good. Oh well, this was a chance to show off skills not related to violence or murder, so she was gonna take it!
"Well, it would be a shame if you made the pizzas and I just watched you." Trixy tapped her foot.
"I’ve got an idea! If you’re going to make Pizza, I can help too!" She hugged herself.
"We’ll make twice as much pizza and load them up with toppings!" She hugged Samantha and rested her head on her shoulder.
"We should have done this yesterday!" With a sigh, she let go of Sil.
"I can’t wait to eat! I feel like I’ve gone to heaven!" She swooned and turned to the door.
"How long does that take, an hour or so? Just point me to the kitchen!" Trixy hummed while bouncing in place.
"Just about that long. But if I...well, nevermind," Sam stopped herself before she mentioned using her power over time to speed things up, deciding it best to just stick to how she remembered it. She wanted to see Trixy enjoy her pizza, not being attacked by it.
Sam would then lead Trixy to the kitchen, where she would begin teaching her what Su had told her. Given how she recited things almost word for word, Sam must have considered the lesson important.
"Do you have any preference for toppings? Even if we don't have them, I can make a trip to the store to grab them," she said. Samantha preferred when a pizza had at least pepperoni but didn't mind adding just about anything a human could put on a pizza. So as long as it wasn't pineapple, she would have no reservations about it.
"I like just about everything. I would say the more the merrier!" Trixy leaned her head against Samantha’s shoulder.
"You can probably skip the anchovies, they have a powerful taste. But I don’t mind pepperoni, sausage, ham, mushrooms, bacon, peppers, olives, chicken, onions, tomatoes, spinach, or pineapple on my pizza." She looked to Samantha.
"But if anyone’s going to go shopping, it should be me. You know what you’re doing here."Samantha almost reeled back in disgust but was able to hold on to her composure.
“Then let's add as much as we can.” she took the initiative and scouted out the ingredients, finding a fair amount of the ones named. She did not, however, find pineapple. Or at least that’s what she told Trixy after she subtly had disposed of it when the girl wasn’t looking. Things proceeded smoothly from then on, with nothing going wrong by the looks of it.
As they waited for the oven to finish with the dough, Sam recalled her blunder at the Rave.
“Before I forget, I suppose I should both thank you and apologize,” she spoke up.
“Rushing in blind like that is… quite foolish, but I’m glad you were there to bail me out.”Trixy pointed at herself with her thumb.
"I’m not letting Veronica’s top agent die on my watch. Not that things seemed quite that dire. Besides, The ascendancy are a bunch of cartoon villains who are constantly barking their intent." Trixy reached into her hammer space wardrobe and placed a pair of glasses on her nose. She also grabbed a tiny crown, and then picked up a push broom that was resting in the corner of the room. Trixy then gave Samantha the sternest look she could muster.
"Heretic Mint witch! I will see you repent! But only because I just got these glasses!" Trixy swapped out her glasses and crown for a gas mask, the type you’d wear to a goth rave.
"Trixy’s here! We need to skiddadle!" She swapped back to her “Rachel look”
"Very well. It seems the rat had caught a lucky break. Were Trixy not here I might have considered continuing our duel." She looked at Samantha with a big toothy smile.
Samantha quietly took in the goofy sight of Trixy acting out a heavily romanticized version of the events that transpired. She nodded, attempting to hide a smile at the silliness of it, before concluding something.
"I would advise against seeking a career in acting," she commented, but then added something that made it clear she wasn't being serious.
"I mean, you only said heretic once. Really, how would anyone know you're Ascendancy?""Hah!" Trixy placed a hand on her hip.
"We can improve my act, watch this." She scratched her chin.
"Actually, I don’t know where you’d find a bow saw in a hotel. Just hold onto this. It’s sort of a good prop." She handed Samantha a ladle.
"Ahem!" “Rachel” cleared her throat.
"Paladin Seraph! Where did the mint-witch-heretics go?"Samantha was staring at the ladle with apparent confusion until Trixy got into character, and then she even giggled when she realized what it was supposed to be.
"Reporting!" Samantha gave a salute with enthusiasm that put many to shame.
"The Mint-Witch-Heretic-Blasphemers have vanished without a trace, Ma'am!" she even held her 'bow saw' in an appropriate fashion.
"Blast and damn those cute Cradle agents, with their wit and ability to use modern English!" Trixy looked at Samantha and squinted her eyes. She was trying to frown, but the corners of her lips kept curling into a smile.
"Speaking of which, paladin, you’re looking quite fetching today." She inhaled.
"You’re almost cute enough to be one of those Cradle agents. Have you been trying to copy agent Silhouette? Your hair it’s just… Blasphemously wavey. You didn’t use shampoo did you?"“O-of course that is not the truth, ma’am!” she straightened her back even further.
“I do not take my position lightly! Passe’ is my dialogue and hygienic standards! I dare not steal a glance at a paragon such as yourself if the vivid scent of monster blood and my zeal aren’t apparent enough to prove my loyalty!”"Verily!" “Rachel” reached for “Alicia’s” shoulder.
"Mayhaps those blasphemous-heretic-heathen-mint-wiches escaping just made me so-" Trixy sniffed the air.
"Are you making a pizza too? That does it paladin! I’m so frustrated and turned on that I’ll need to resort to a special type of justice for you." Trixy hoisted her “hammer” behind herself.
"I’m gunna smash you!" Instead of swinging the broom at Sam, she dropped it on the floor and placed her other hand on Samantha’s hip. Their faces were just inches apart, and Samantha could feel Trixy’s breath on her face.
"I’m gunna smash you real good, heh!"Samantha tilted her head suddenly.
“Smash?” she asked, in the most genuine way.
“And how would you do that without your broo--er, weapon?” the coquettish aspect of the roleplay seemed to have gone over her head.
"Uh." Trixy just stared at Sil.
"By smash, I mean, um." Trixy snorted.
"Smash our, um, lips, together. But gently. As to not really cause harm." Trixy started to close in on Samantha.
"Liiiiiiiiiiiike, Thissssssssssss."Before Samantha could taste the sweet sweet fruit of her erotic fanfiction, Boteg stuck his head into the room.
"Mmmmm, Doth me smell the yellow melt?" There was such glee in his voice, such joy. He turned to look at Trixy.
"Thou art not a scare me knows about. Art thou the bearer of the yellow melt?"Trixy turned away from Samantha.
"Actually! Sam here is making a pizza with me! " She stepped off to the side so that Silhouette could see Boteg.
But this did not please the Golden dragon His pupils shrank, and his head quivered. After Sam had revealed herself, the dragon withdrew its head from the doorway.
"Surely sour-faced flax-wench." The door closed so slowly that it didn’t make a latching sound.
"...?"Samantha didn't appear as though she knew how to take such a reaction. Boteg's way of speaking was difficult to comprehend for her as she didn't have much experience with it. But given his hasty departure, she imagined he had some problem with her. A shame, she didn't even get to ask him about his opinion on her pizza----
"Oh, damnit!" she zipped over to the over and pulled out the pizza and set it on the counter, a bit of smoke rising off of it.
"I'm sorry," she told Trixy.
"I messed up." Trixy pulled off her glasses and cap.
"It wasn’t your fault, I blame the ascendancy for this." she waved her hand at the pizza. Or at least, it might have been a pizza at a time. Was that a sentient blob?
"Well, it would be a shame not to eat it though, you put so much work into it." Trixy wiped some sweat off of her head.
"Got some napkins?"“Do paper towels work?” she asked, keeping the ‘pizza’ under surveillance as she retrieved them. It had yet to jump at someone which was nice, but it still probably desired the end of all life on this planet.
“...It’s fine. There’s no reason to eat something that might try to eat you back. It probably doesn’t taste good.”"Sam." Trixy was balancing Samantha’s creation on a paper towel in her hand,
"You worked hard on this." She lifted the conglomeration off of her palm.
"And maybe you messed up the last few steps, but I can’t just not eat it." She tipped her head away from it. It had a bit of an odor. But Trixy steeled herself, and her features hardened with an iron resolve.
"Consider this my penance for failing you earlier!" The wicked thing opened its mouth, but trixy just opened her mouth wider. Then with all the fervor of a gluttonous wolverine, Trixy bit down on the black creature and tore a chunk of it off. She squinted her eyes as she chewed, fast at first, but she started to slow down. Eventually she stopped chewing. Her eyes shot open, and her eyes dilated. Then she turned her head to Samantha.
And smiled.
Trixy took another bite, and a second, and a third. She was holding onto the black mass with both hands and biting it apart a chunk at a time. The demon in her hands howled, but the only sound Trixy made were sensual moans with every bite. The corners of her lips were turned up into a smile, and she couldn’t even keep her eyes open.
"Samantha!" Trixy placed her hands together.
"I don’t know if I would call that a pizza, but it surpassed any pizza I ever had!" She nuzzled her clasped hands against her cheek.
"We made two, right? Or did you want to eat the second one?" she giggled.
"I’m such a pig, I can’t believe I ate the first one without sharing as much as a slice."Samanatha shook her head slowly, looking more interested in Trixy than what she was speaking about. She inspected the girl as she circled around her, a look of mild concern on her features.
“Are you okay?” she placed a hand on Trixy’s chin and then tilted the girl’s head in different directions before holding up four digits.
“How many fingers do you see?” she leaned in extremely close.
“Are you feeling hot?”Trixy placed her head on Samantha’s shoulder
"I feel great! But if you wanna monitor me for a while, I don’t mind." With a sigh, she closed her eyes.
"I mean, I can eat things that most people consider unpalatable, but they never taste that good. I’ve never taken a bite out of a telephone pole and went ‘yea! This is good supper!’ Heh." She wrapped her arms around Samantha in a hug.
"I knew there was a cute girl slumbering inside you, Sam. But I could never imagine she was a chief on top of it."“I don’t know about that…” she sighed. She seemed happy Trixy could eat her food and even seemed to like it, but if she could eat anything, then didn’t that mean she was still a bad cook?
“Well, as long as you’re okay. Tell me if you start feeling ill. But you can definitely have the other one.” she moved away from Trixy and began cleaning up the mess that was made, as well as putting everything left back where it belonged.
Trixy looked in the oven and placed her hand over the remaining “pizza.” She hesitated.
"Eh." It disappeared into her hammerspace handbag before she closed the over.
"You know I’ve been thinking, am I kinda gross?" Trixy pressed the tips of her fingers together.
"I don’t know how I’d go about doing it, but I’ve been thinking about getting purified." She groaned to herself as she pushed her fingers together faster.
"The music at the rave was set up to only effect corrupted people, and the monster queen has the same kind of mutation I do. Far more severe, but still! Seeing her attempt to eat my friends. I mean I ate the corpses of six wheretigers, and if that’s how I looked doing it…" Trixy placed her hands on her hips.
"I need your input Sam, as a fellow agent, girlfriend, and chef. "Samantha had finished putting the rest of the stuff away by the time she stood up and looked at Trixy, wearing no expression in general.
"I have also thought about this," she admitted.
"In the end, I decided against trying to get purified because I couldn't see any reason to. The way it manifests in me is... well, an obvious desire for conflict. I admittedly had a difficult time trying to keep it from consuming me when that wicked music was playing." she closed her eyes.
"But it used to be worse, so I was able to contain it. Still, despite the disadvantages corruption can bring, it does not do so without benefits. I couldn't tell you how many times these eyes of mine have saved me, and I have the corruption to thank for that," she slowly opened her eyes as they almost seemed to glow.
"But that is just me. I have become confident, at least recently, that I will not succumb to it. Is that what you fear may happen to you?" she asked honestly.
"Because there are far worse things out there, aesthetically, that I can't imagine that being your real concern. You are someone I consider attractive, and eating won't change that.""Hnggggggggg!" Trixy tucked her arms against her chest. She took a few steps towards Samantha and wrapped her arms around her shoulders.
"Thanks Sam. you’re right. It may have its downsides, but it’s gotten me out of some bad spots too." She kissed Samatha on the cheek before hugging her tight.
The two had spent a few minutes holding each other in an embrace, something Samantha seemed unused to if her inability to choose where to place her hands was any sort of indicator. But when it seemed like the hug had gone on long enough, Samantha pulled away, yet tugged on Trixy’s arm.
“Actually, there’s something I want to do,” she told Trixy.
“I’m… well, not exactly experienced but… well, just follow me to my room.”"Yes ma’am!" Trixy’s mouth hung open the entire time she followed Samantha. Not like she had much choice in the matter, but she wasn’t resisting regardless. She had hearts in her eyes, and her tongue slid out of her mouth while she was panting like a dog. When Samantha entered her room, Trixy hopped into the air and fell onto the mattress.
"What are we gunna do on the bed?" She giggled.
Samantha sat on the edge of her bed and motioned for Trixy to do the same. When she did, she sighed and looked her girlfriend in the eyes.
“...well, I wanted to be somewhere private, with just the two of us. It’s not, erm, something we should be seen doing…” Trixy could tell that Samantha was trying to work up the courage or will to do what it was she was going to do -- that they were going to do, together. Sam closed her eyes and took a deep breath in.
“Could I ask you to lay across my lap?” she coughed into her hand and looked away.
“Preliminary steps and all…”"Aaaahhhh~<3" Trixy looped her arms around Samantha’s neck and lowered her back onto Samantha’s lap. She raised one of her legs straight up into the air, and hooked the other one over Samantha’s shoulder. There was a giant grin on her face, and her cheeks were turning red.
"Sam, I feel so happy right now!" She chirped.
"I’ve gotta admit, I’ve never seen anyone start in this position before. What are you gunna do to me?"If anything, Sam looked perplexed at Trixy’s reaction.
“Oh, uh, so you’ve got experience in this field…?” she asked the girl before reflecting on the situation. Given Trixy’s… ‘uniqueness’, it only made sense she had experience in this sort of thing.
“Well, I’m loath to admit it but I don’t expect this to be perfect. I’ve only really seen it done online...” she closed her eyes and took a breath in.
“I guess it doesn’t matter as long as I can make you feel a certain way, though.”Samantha placed a soft hand on Trixy’s buttock, but then realized something.
“Er, this would be easier if you could lower your jeans just a bit…” Trixy’s body was getting warm.
"W-well. W-well!" The hearts in her eyes only became larger and more pink as time went on.
"I-I think it would be better I-if we undressed each other!" She slid her thumbs under Samantha’s shirt.
"But if you need some help-" She retracted a hand to unbutton her pants.
"Now we’re persona 4 golden!" She resumed lifting Samantha’s shirt.
“?” Sam’s expression betrayed an increasing confusion arising from Trixy’s actions.
“Um…?” she began to speak but stopped herself, then deciding to focus upon the removal of Trixy’s bottoms, only stopping to allow Trixy to even lift her shirt off, exposing a small black bra. Likewise, Samantha pulled Trixy’s jeans down, exposing panties with a tiger stripe pattern.
While it would be false to say Samantha had never seen another person naked before, it had never been in this context. Likewise, she tended not to undress in front of another person. Even she found herself feeling a bit embarrassed, but she did her best to hide the red on her cheeks by focusing on the important act that was to take place.
“...If you’re ready, then do you mind if I begin?” she asked, hesitant to start too early.
Trixy held Samatha’s shirt up to her nose and inhaled deeply, before casting the garment aside.
"Do it!"“Alright.” Trixy’s confirmation meant there was little reason for hesitation. Samantha yet again placed a hand upon Trixy’s plump rear and caressed it. Gazing into her girlfriend’s eyes, she nodded as though the task at hand was a mission that she could not fail. And, to her, it certainly was. There was a woman that needed pleasing and it was by her hand, quite literally, that she could do it.
Unfortunately for Trixy, that woman was not her.
*SMACK*"Gah!" The soft touch on Trixy’s rear became a hard slap without notice. A painful sensation as well as redness would spread across Trixy’s cheeks, only this time it was not the ones on her face. But before she could even properly react to the first attack on her bottom, Samantha launched yet another, and another, and another, and they were all of the same intensity.
"Samantha!" Trixy had bee fully brought out of her trance by the time the third or fourth strike came around.
"What ar you- Gah! Doing- Gneh! This- Nggg! Isn’t- Errrp! Kinky!"Suddenly, Samantha’s hand stopped. She tilted her head.
“But it isn’t supposed to be,” she stated nonchalantly.
“In fact, punishment is supposed to be unpleasant. The blunder with Mariette was a severe one and Veronica left the punishment to me. We’ll stop once I’m confident you’ll never make such a mistake again.” she explained before continuing, almost with gusto. Despite any attempts at fleeing or reasoning from Trixy, Samantha’s assault would not cease for some time.
She couldn’t stop until a woman was satisfied, after all.
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