Trixie found her vision hijacked by the same footage that the audience would enjoy. She found herself staring at Cyber, as he was, still alive... a week ago. Her breathing hitched immediately. He seemed so close, and she needed to hug him the moment she saw him. "You okay!" she gasped, but, her voice was as muted as before--and this... was only a recording.

Cyber looked around at the massive, autumnal foyer. A futuristic sort, botanical and with polished white surfaces that could have been marble or an advanced ceramic metamaterial. The red sunlight pouring into the space gave the room the immediate resonance of a place of execution and soon-to-be-death, and yet its regal character left Trixie awe inspired. And, it seemed, Cyber had been awed too.

Cyber tried to talk almost casually with *Minerva, experimenting with his cufflinks. While initially separate units, they seemed to have a mind of their own and formed links with each other and trapped Cyber, until *Minerva fixed the problem. What was the point of those things then? Decorative? Would Trixie get them too? Why had they tried to slap-band or whatever that was? Then, she remembered it was a game--this shit could be programmed to sing for all it mattered.

Trixie was trying to not swallow her own tongue. The tension in the room was making her sick. Where were the monsters? Where were the gnolls? How were they going to kill Cyber that called for this weird set up? Was he going to be... lectured to death? She could only hope.

Then, a camera appeared out of nowhere, and its characteristic whizzing and bobbing caught Trixie and Cyber off-guard. United by emotion, but separated by space and time and realities, the two cubs considered their threat in more or less the same manner. [i]'Who are you supposed to be?'[/i]

Trixie was almost starting to get annoyed, thinking this camera operator should just show themself... but then, something about the camera's movements, and getting to hear a voice coming out of it, made her mind put dots together. This... this was familiar.

When a camera was chasing her last night, while talking to Sebastian. Cyber had also mentioned a few times about his annoyance with the cameras. He'd gone only into short detail about one occurrence that had creeped him out especially... Why did this camera seem like it was moving that way? Did Cyber really see the same camera she did? Was this... was this camera stalking both of them for weeks now? Why, why them? Who could it be?

The voice of Cyber's predator made her hackles raise. It couldn't have just been what she knew he intended. Something more than "simple pure malice" crooned inside the voice's resonance, like threats inside threats.

Cyber threatened the voice right back. And Trixie couldn't help but grin, her ears wiggling and her nose sniffling. For a moment it even felt like she could root for him. He wasn't going to give up...! [i]Just like he said[/i] just like he promised...!

And then, the stalker's camera grew red hot. Trixie saw Cyber dive into cover, her mind realizing just a moment later it could have been a bomb. "Cyber!" she shouted with excitement. But, there was no explosion...  

Instead, the orb melted, began to spit out a lattice work of holographic light in the form of a polygonal mesh... and Trixie felt her mind stepping back metaphorically along with Cyber, watching an immense, absolutely immense monster of a man, a fox no less, appear. A fox like her, Trixie... it felt like a joke... he was huge, he could have been a dire wolf! This... this was a predator, and as soon as she saw his gleeming eyes and grinning face, she understood what the face of death, what the face of a killer, really was. It was a force that could make all other species irrelevant--into prey. Trixie, and Cyber... were mere rabbits to something so huge and fierce. The terrible, occult-like appearance solidified this man in Trixie's mind.

She hadn't known what to expect from Cyber's elimination. But she hadn't expected to see a fox so utterly terrifying that she could have sworn the entirety of existence and history must have been setting up for this one moment, stars and planets and armies and empires and diseases and dynasties and comets and countries, the machinery of a universe building up to put a grinning madman in front of a scared, but brave boy... who just wanted to live.

This... was how the universe had chosen to tell all of *Minerva's remaining twelve little cubs since Cinnamon Leroy Jenkin's'd herself to go fuck themselves.

And Trixie could only give out a tiny little whimper.

"Is this really the person who is going to kill Cyber?" she whispered to herself as he grabbed Cyber's terrified head by his hair. "No... That... can't be right. It's too cruel." She hadn't even seen any of the horrors awaiting her, and somehow, she knew that this man heralded things only too cruel.

Her fear, her despair, rendered her like a deer in the headlights. She expected Cyber to follow with what she now imagined herself doing... bowing down, closing your eyes... and just begging for it to be quick.

But Cyber surprised everyone. With a flash of anger, Cyber fought back, and Trixie and the killer both stared at him in dumb shock. Cyber had groin-kicked his predator and stolen one of his guns--he had several holstered. Trixie wondered briefly if the killer was actually a play-hard, if this was all special effects...

"GET HIM!!" she screamed with desperation. "You got him! Cyber, oh thank--"

[b]Click...[/b]

The killer had surreptitiously gotten hold of the gun--as if to egg Cyber on to shooting, but, he'd actually just rendered it inoperable. Trixie watched Cyber pull the trigger repeatedly, then, dropping the gun and running.

"No, [i]Noo![/i]" she moans. "Run! Oh gods, RUN!" 

Cyber stumbled as he was struck from behind from a fast moving, transformative trick-weapon from the predator. Trixie hardly understood it herself, she wasn't mechanically inclined. However, she did understand what needles were, and she'd seen those go into Cyber distinctly. The killer didn't seem to intend to use the mantis claw further. What had he just stuck Cyber with?

"He poisoned--he poisoned Cyber!!" she gasped. It was over, it was over already then! She was going to watch him slowly struggle and fall, wasn't she? He'd been given a chance to fight, just for this?! It wasn't even a fight! It was just a horror movie... like [i]Alien[/i], only, somehow, because the hero was a wolf and not a rabbit, he would not escape this ultimate predator.

But it still wasn't a fair comparison... The monster in Alien (Trixie had never heard the name "xenomorph" in her tiny social bubble) hadn't had guns AND its invincibility! As she watched Cyber's predator pursue she started to see him more as the thing that scared her the most from that movie--the android, the synthetic, the white-goo blooded Ash. After all, he wanted to molest Cyber. Her Cyber.

He was an uncouth bully, through and through. She felt herself seeth as he insulted Cyber... He said Cyber was turning into a pussy, and she longed to bite the man's ankles. What the hell did he mean by that? She hated the way men used that word like an insult. But she'd soon see he was speaking prophecy.

Cyber formulated a plan and tried to create a distraction while he hid to attack his pursuer. Even as he set it up, Trixie knew it couldn't work. Everything in her cringed with agony, like anticipating the worst agony. She watched poor Cyber clutching his chest, trying to get his breathing under control... and Trixie blinked.

She'd never realized he had large biceps before. She'd seen him shirtless, he wasn't buff... But his chest had a supple softness she wanted to stroke on impulse. A confusing thought, but she didn't have time to explore it before she started shouting, pointlessly into her muted space, "No you dummy, just keep running! RUN!"

"Ash" she was calling him in her mind, came to inspect Cyber's smashed vase of a distraction. Cyber clutched a kitchen knife he filched while he fled through the palace. Trixie wanted it to work, but she wanted to scream at Cyber, '[i]Haven't you seen Alien?[/i]' 

Trixie held her breath as the killer lurked outside the room Cyber was baiting. Cyber was changing in front of Trixie's eyes, but she couldn't put her finger on what yet, only that it was getting harder to not see Cyber like the girl-hero of Alien now, hiding from impossible-to-defeat monsters. Was his hair always this long? She wanted to stroke it, and tell him he'd be okay, and to freaking [i]run[/i]!

[maybe start associating mickey with the xenomorph or ash bishop and girl-cyber with ripley]

She waited for the man to step through and Cyber to begin the movie-anticipated tussle that she knew he'd lose, but, "Ash" was not a movie monster. He was real. He was a soldier. He didn't take stupid risks. She blinked with confused wonder as he threw some tiny marbles into the room. Was... was he hoping Cyber would slip on those like an idiot? 

The flashing explosions were so deafening that even with *Minerva only transmitting the [i]awareness[/i] that Trixie would be discomforted by the sound, her connection to Cyber made her scream as if the pain hit her as well. She longed to clutch her ears, but she was trapped by *Minerva still. Then, before she can blink the stars from her eyes, the killer had Cyber pinned down and weapon tossed away.

"No!" she screamed again. She'd be doing that a lot, a cynical part of her thought. "You bastard, you cheater! You--Oh gods! Noohohoho!" She started sobbing. She was in angry disbelief. It had been too fast, too quick, too efficient. It plucked at every nerve in her body that knew what a child screaming that the world was unfair felt like. It just didn't feel fair to her... She tried to look away, face paralyzed, but unable to bring herself to close her eyes either--the killer had taken out a gun and was aiming at Cyber's nuts.

It was going to be really bad then... Cyber... was to be tortured. She knew he'd be raped. She'd tried to give him some protection by giving him the love of her vulnerable body. She'd wondered if he'd be tortured.

But she hadn't realized until now just how badly she really, really didn't want to see him in pain.

"Oh, Gods... He's going to [i]shoot[/i] off his...!" she pained. The killer fired, but, there was no blood. Instead, Cyber began to convulse and shake on the ground as if that poison had suddenly kicked in, her mind stupidly wondering for a moment if the poison was somehow [i]nutsack[/i] activated. But of course that was stupid, she saw the sparking charges sticking through Cyber's shorts.

He was being electrocuted. That was not a normal gun. Trixie couldn't even imagine how it worked, or how it could be stopped.

Trixie finally managed to close her eyes in time to see Cyber get his poor face smashed into the floor. His face was so beautiful, she'd never noticed before how pretty he was, and now that he was being destroyed in front of her, she couldn't believe how much time she had wasted not telling him how...

Girly he looked... ...? The Killer was pulling off Cyber's shorts now, taking advantage of his stunned state, and Trixie couldn't believe that it was the same boy butt. It had looked closer to how shapely Skylar's hips were, perhaps... Trixie seethed again. That injection... was it doing this? Had she mistaken the purpose of it? Cyber hadn't shown any signs of being drugged... and all the signs that he was changing.

But she couldn't figure out how. She couldn't reconcile the changes with the boy in her memories and not come out with pangs of viscious longing. So, what exactly had changed?

And poor Cyber was still fighting, struggling, mouthing off. The killer seemed to find it amusing, and revealed one of his surpises. He never needed a poison to disable Cyber, as the living-silver cuffs around Cyber's limbs oozed to sluggish life, and began to cross over him in a way that almost reminded Trixie of the shibari ropes she'd been trapped in the day prior. As the silver tongues of marching metal began to explore Cyber's anus, she whispered to herself, "Oh gods, this is it..."

The killer programmed the living-cuffs to start masturbating Cyber's cock, caged in moving metal. The shining, smooth slime was spreading Cyber's asshole, and Cyber started screaming. Trixie started trembling again.

[i]'I fucked him, put myself in this pain, all for this moment. I'm not ready, please gods.'[/i]

"I'm fighting with you Cyber!" she yelled, trying to lean forward into the illusion. She yelled it and heard it to her own ears as a withery faraway whisper. She tried to be brave, even as she started crying again. "I'm here! We're fighting! I made sure, sure you wouldn't... that this wasn't your first! You're not alone as long as I am your fir--"

She stopped suddenly. "Ash" was saying he wanted to molest Trixie too, and she shuddered with sudden fear. "What?"

The fiend almost seemed to be mocking them both now, and she sniffled, trying to glare at him through the illusion, a glare that Mickey would probably laugh at when he saw it on her--little did she know he'd seen that look on Cyber later in this story, but, spoilers...

"Ash" must have watched their first time. He knew what they'd been up to, and he must have thought it was funny. She was getting the awful sense he had almost read their minds on the whole thing, even if he had been spying on them. This monster had seen and possibly heard everything... Every time she tried to speak up and encourage Cyber, however pointless, he seemed to cut her off with another taunt.

Cyber had seemed to had enough. He was yelling that he wouldn't let "Ash" hurt Trixie, he wanted to protect her... her...! He was fighting so hard, struggling, enough that he threw off the giant and struggled for a piece of broken vase from his failed distraction and drove it at the killer, aiming for his heart. Her pained, defeated admiration turned to a spark of panicked hope, suspended in the air like a ball waiting for its inevitable plummet... And then the knife was driven into "Ash"'s hand. She winced.

Then, realized... he'd [i]blocked it with his hand.[/i] His [i]fucking hand[/i]. He really was unstoppable...! The bastard was actually laughing now, and the shaking Cyber, so diminuitive and demure than Trixie remembered even just two minutes ago, was left without a weapon, without a real hope.

Trixie's stomach wrenched with real pain as Cyber was kicked with such force that he flew up into the ceiling. Trixie screamed, "You [i]bastard[/i] you [i]kicked her![/i]" And didn't realize her mispronoun for a hot second, because her eyes were watching Cyber hitting the ceiling! That shouldn't have been possible, right? He was so strong... Was he actually a person? Trixie hoped it had been enough of a lesson for the poor femme-Cyber, but then the killer drove his knee into Cyber's jaw... and began to panic.

"NOOOOOO!" Trixie screamed. Cyber's jaw, his mouth, the one she had kissed, shattered right in front of her eyes... or no...? It was not where it should be, but it didn't look like it was fully in one piece anymore either... 

A broken jaw. Her own jaw ached in response. Her mind struggled with the terror that brought. "You brute, please, why do you have to hurt him like this?" His face had been so beautiful to her, she had thought she'd kinda had it grown on her, but now that she saw that crooked jaw, bleedingg nose, bloodshot eyes, she could still see how pretty Cyber had been all along... and she'd taken it for granted... Or was something else happening?

The monster started dragging Cyber away to a bedroom with a bed. She got the feeling this was going to be his kill room. "Please," she pleaded almost in agreement. She'd seen Cyber vomit from the beating he'd taken, he was being beaten to death, and she didn't want to see it. She wanted it to be over already. "Please stop. Not like that, please show him mercy...!"

Her voice hitched as the killer spoke her name again. Asking what would Trixie think of Cyber now? She snarled. "Don't listen to him! He doesn't understand anything, he doesn't, he doesn't!"

It hurt so much to see Cyber starting to beg now, the killer just kept torturing him. He'd slapped Cyber's jaw in place, so he could, barely, barely talk around a mouth full of bruises... and Trixie tried to ignore the obvious pleasure Cyber's cock and balls were getting--she recognized when Cyber was about to orgasm. The jealous and humiliation was awful, but her feelings for herself didn't even compare to the pain she felt for him when the killer stomped on Cyber's balls.

As hard... as he could. Trixie saw Cyber start cumming, and she closed her eyes for a short time. Trying to blot out the sight of blood in Cyber's semen.

She'd been so scared of his white goo at first, it'd taken her time to find it in her heart to see it only as an act of love, but now, "Ash" had taken that away from her again. She couldn't see herself ever being able to fully enjoy semen again, not when she had to imagine seeing [i]that[/i] every time for the rest of her life. Poor Cyber's cock sputtering white, red, pink, and off yellows. Ash was destroying her Cyber. And it was partly her fault.

It had to have been. Would any of this be as cruel to Cyber if Trixie hadn't tried to mess with the predators? To sabotage their games? What would they do to Daniel then?

Trixie begged along the ruined Cyber, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I take it back, please, I'll take it baaaaack!" And just like her, Cyber never stopped pleading for her too, and it made her shake with anger. "Forget about me! What about you dummy?! He's killing you!"

Still thinking about her. Being the kind of hero she wanted to be. She only ever wanted to date someone like that, she had found him, and now she was losing him!!

"Enjoy your last orgasm and really milk it bitch~ cause now.... you are going to become Trixie."

She was going to lose--!! 

Her mind did a hard pivot. What the fuck... did the killer just say? She struggled to get her breathing under control, croaking and gulping and gasping, "Wh-what?? Wh-wha-whaat the fuuuck?"

What the FUCK did THAT mean?! Cyber was changing, she couldn't deny it now. The hips, the hair, the lips, the chest... But just as Trixie realized that Cyber... was turning into a [i]girl![/i] She suddenly had the horrifying fear that the killer meant... to literally turn Cyber [i]into Trixie[/i].

The nausea that overcame Trixie was so sudden that the vomit was out of her mouth and over her clothes before she realized she was throwing up. The very idea that the killer could have been planning to make a Trixie clone out of her boyfriend just so he could fuck Trixie early was a kind of obsessed insane stalkerish evil that actually broke Trixie's mind a bit to even think about.

The only silver lining of this entire fucked up ordeal--was that was the one thing that wasn't in store for her. Cyber wasn't literally turning into Trixie--but he was turning into a girl. She watched his malehood rot, crumble, leaving only the clitoris, while his urethra moved like melted plastic down from the now-clit to its new position. It was stunning almost to see the change, to see how each other's bodies were analogs of the other. It also didn't matter--it was all just flesh.

It was Cyber, and she needed him back. Nothing she saw changing in Cyber changed how badly she wanted him safe. Her mind raced with the desire to hug this new Cyber, tell him it will be okay, she still loves him, whatever the killer was trying to prove, it wouldn't matter! Cyber was just as horrified, screaming in denial and aghast incredulous rage at this madman with his mutagenic digitized serum.

The horror and disgust Trixie felt when the killer asked if she'd feel like Cyber almost distracted her from the phrasings implications... was the transformation only going to stop at this level? What was the point of this? Did the killer just want a girl instead of a boy? But he kept making it so personal...

Trixie's face snarled when she saw the killer's cock pressing up against Cyber's butthole. She was distracted briefly by its size, horrified yes but something about its size made her stare longer than she wanted. The killer was groping Cyber, and the more Cyber's new genitals settled into their new shape, the more Trixie wanted to throw the man away and take Cyber for herself.

"You don't know what you're doing!!" she shrieked, or, tried to... "I should, I should be... the one... to show... Cyber..."

What... what was all of this...? Was he... was he trying to [i]make Cyber a virgin again[/i]?! Was that it?! She'd tried to "save" Cyber with her body, and now, "Ash" was changing that body into something new, something inexperienced...

Trixie began screaming, repeatedly, over and over. If any of it made it through the muting effect, it surely would have sounded heart-breaking. Hoarse, horrified, angry. Her mind began to spin with each new twist that the killer threw at them. He wasn't just torturing Cyber... he was torturing [i]her[/i]. He knew it, he knew it! He set it up, he knew how to get to her, he knew just how to get to them both and take away [i]everything[/i] precious they had created!

As he raped Cyber's body, the psy-ops killer mercenary raped her mind. He'd known, precisely, how to unmake everything she'd sacrificed for Cyber.

It felt worse than dying. He... was taking Cyber's virginity away from her. He even called Cyber's new pussy a 'Trixie-hole.' He said it with precise timing, as if he was reading her mind even now. But how could that be? This was a recording... and yet, it felt like he was talking to her as well.

"This... this doesn't change anything!" she cried. "I was, I saved Cyber, I was...!"

"Mmm... pristine bitch pussy. How lucky you are I am your first."

Trixie screamed with sudden horror. He WAS reading her mind!!
((this actually happened while I was reading I couldn't believe mickey said he is your first while I goddamn contemplated things all deep zomgz))

The humiliation she felt feeling called out by him even in the video... was absolute defeat. The horror she felt meant that he was right, too. His trickery had worked, and Trixie knew he'd won too. He destroyed her gift to Cyber and spat it back in her face, laughing.

She sobbed without relent. She couldn't put thought or color or taste to the pain running through her. This was all her fault, [i]all[/i] her fault! Her votes, her actions, her words, her [i]body[/i]... She had been tricked into using them all to make this horror happen in front of her.

What had either of them done to deserve this though?

It didn't matter... it was her fault, and now Cyber was in pain, and screaming as she--[i]'HE!HE!HE!'[/I]--was ass raped by an invincible killer. 

"No," she whimpered pathetically. "I should be Cyber's first... You can't... I should be allowed..." Allowed what... a do over? What was she even saying anymore?

"*Minerva please stop him!" she begged. "I can't take this anymoooore! Don't let him hurt her, don't let him hurt her please!" Her own thoughts no longer made sense to her. Cyber wasn't a girl, Cyber was so cute, Cyber was hers, Cyber was being taken away!

Why was he doing this to Cyber...? Why would he want this, why would someone want to do this to a child? To be this cruel? No demon or monster or movie-slasher she'd seen had been so needlessly, thoroughly mean... Not even the Alien...!

It occurred to her, then, that... maybe... [i]Ash, the synthetic[/i], was. The idea was in her head, and then Trixie was stupidly shouting, "IT'S NOT FAIR, SHE BEAT YOU, she [i]beat[/i] you! I saw it, I saw iiit!"

Ripley, no Cyber! Pretty Cyber, the killer was toying with her cute pussy... Trixie wanted it instead, she was going mad with desperate need to save Cyber and crawl all over what a gorgeous creature she'd become. Then, as Cyber's stomach began to swell with the killer's first orgasm of the slaying, pumping rearranged guts full of fox-seed, Trixie felt a macabre arousal as well. She instinctively pressed her stomach out from her solar plexus, as if to imagine being filled herself. "Uuugh... So much..."

What was wrong with Trixie? There was... nothing to enjoy about this! Cyber needed her help... Connie had told Trixie just last week... that it was okay to like boys [i]and[/i] girls...! What was wrong with her though?! This was... this was siding with Cyber's assaulter, wasn't it? Even being attracted to this new Cyber? 

For thinking maybe... he was even better this way...?

But she didn't care enough, she wanted to save Cyber more than ever, a savage feral panic that made her drool at the mouth. She struggled against the paralysis effects trapping her, hoping beyond all reason that if she could just... do anything... then that something, even one little thing, might become okay again.

They were discussing names now...

"Cybelle, no Cyber, don't listen to him! I'll love you no matter how you are, no matter what heh does to you, just come back, please!"

Her mind span with thoughts of complimenting Cyber on her pussy and Cyber being pleased, Trixie and Cyber trying to get wet together and Cyber making fun of Trixie for not slobbering up her lower lips as quickly as the wolf could, a dozen aother half formed, misbegotten thoughts... but the guilt was there. She was betraying Cyber thinking these things...!

As Cyber rejected the killer's attempts at psychological reprogramming, he experimented with another name. Trixie liked the name Cybelle better than Cyrene, but it also creeped her out more. For some reason, the fact it creeped her out and made her feel stalked upon made it more memorable to her, but she had no idea why it could be... maybe because her Mother had said once that they almost named her Annabelle?

A spurt of blood from Cybelle's pussy made Trixie realize that Cyber's transformation had given the new girl... a hymen. The symbol of virginity. Her face scrounged up in anger. Again, she had to wonder, why did this man hate her so much for just wanting Cyber to not suffer...? Why had he chosen to use Cyber as the medium for his art of psychological torture on [i]her[/i]? This evil, "Ash" like machine of violence...!

As if in summons to her thoughts, "Ash" began to use the white-goo move. The synthetic from the movie with its semen like blood... had traumatized Trixie for a reason.

Trixie's disgusted scream grew in pitch and alarm as she saw spooge erupting out of Cyber's face. What was happening to her? Why was Cybelle...? Her mind began splicing horrifying images of a dead Cyber in place of the severed goo-soaked head of Ash from the Alien movie, and it rapidly flickered from instances involving Connie, Poly, all of her friends. Trixie screamed, her mind reeled out of control. The trauma, the fear of semen, came rushing back like the flood pouring out of her dying ex-boyfriend-soon-to-be-also-ex-girlfriend's mouth. Trixie smelled acid mixed with the semen that spilled onto the floor. 

She just wanted it to be over... and yet, it was far from over still. It was becoming all too much. She wasn't even paying attention to her own body. Even the possibility of Cyber's survival being discussed passed her as she miserably began fingering at hehr wet loins, the fear so strong that she finally gave in and let herself piss her seat.

Like a puppet on strings, Trixie fingered herself along with Cybelle, who was being ordered to touch her new genitals, as if to mirror her. It was insanity, but she was wishing it would somehow save cyber, and she had no idea she was even doing it in front of everyone, trapped almost entirely within the paralyzing, muting, dimming spell.

[i]'Please Cyber, I'll show you how it's done! I'ts fun, I promise! Don't hate yourself, I love you, please!'[/i]

Her mind raced with stupid fantasies, as if to protect her from what she was seeing--she wanted to marry both versions of Cyber at the same time, kiss them both. Suddenly, the song, "I Kissed A Girl and I Liked It" got stuck in Trixie's head... It continued until the killer's withdrawing cock caused Cyber's ass to prolapse and void out all over the floor. Cyber cried out in humiliation, beggging Trixie not to see... She cringed.

It was so disgusting, and she knew it, and Cybelle had known it would be. She'd warn Trixie not to look.

[i]I'm so awful...[/i] she thought. A traitor, and if Cyber saw her now, he would hate her, push her, say that she'd come in at the wrong moment, and say he was right about her the first time around... Just a stupid girl.

And then, Cybelle managed to bite "Ash", both Trixie and "Ash" yelping simultaneously. "RUN!!" Trixie shouted with sudden panic. "JUST RUN! Just--noo..."

Cybelle wasn't going to run. They could barely even crawl through their own blood and shit. Her beautiful, blood soaked fur became filthied. Trixie's mind begged for answers again... why was this happening? Cybelle didn't make it far before she gave up, and rolled over with her cum swollen belly facing up.

Trixie's ears lift, she could hear Cyber laughing... He said that he'd proven this monster can be hurt, but it only hurt her more. Her brave stupid idiot girl-boy was still fighting...! "No, don't give up, just run! Please, live..." sobbed the vixen. 

But that little act of defiance was Cyber's last, or whatever Cybelle Trixie hoped she could have. Cyrene, the killer's chosen, settled into despair... and began crying for help, begging for Trixie. The killer had tried to humiliate Cyber, to destroy anything Cyber thought he had that might make Trixie second guess his worth, and all Cyber wanted was Trixie anyway.

All she wanted was to give herself to him, to her, to whatever Cyber'd be if Trixie could just have them back...

Watching Cyber finally break, made Trixie break too. If this were an anime, this would be when she gets some cool power or something. Instead, she heard the killer start calling Cyrene [i]Trixie[/i], causing her anxiety to swell again, and he he shoved his immense cock into Cyber's throat and began to fill him with piss, and taunting Trixie and Cyber to do it. began to piss inside Cyber's throat.
 
"I do, I do want his pee," she sputtered inanely. "Please don't kill her, him! it's not too late, please, it's not too late! I'll drink pee if I can have her back!"

Cyber was lifted up by her neck, Trixie thinking she'd somehow enjoy that too, before the killer spread one of Cyrene's legs up to grant access to her new pussy.

"No no no, that's mine!" Trixie yelled. "We did that already, me and him, you can't take that away from us! This proves NOTHING! What are you doing!? What are you doing you stupid monster!!"

She didn't want to believe it, but she did, and she was about to watch her virgin girlfriend rape-murdered...! The only thing she could do was beg for Cyber to please remember what they shared.

"You know [i]me[/i] Cyber, not him, it's me!" she cried. "*Minerva please stop him! Why are you doing this to us?!"

She could see it on Cyber's face, the way the killer was raping all the emotions and hopes away that had made up that little myth of virginity, rarefied and fine as mist and yet, precious the world over... He'd gotten under her skin and pelt, both of them, and tore their love open like hymen skin.

And all the while, she couldn't get that damn song out of her head. [i]I Kissed A Girl and I Liked It[/i] looping in her head as her psychotic break came closer and closer. The killer's threats to Cyber continued to sound like he'd be going after Trixie if he can... but then he said something strange... about... Trixie fucking Cyber with a strap on.

What... did he mean... he'd have Trixie fuck Cyber? Was he?!?!

Desperation screamed out of her, all the tired panicked cells in her body getting another adrenaline rush. Muted still, but screaming wildly, Trixie tried to move her body again, thrashing harder and harder in her seat. "Ahhh ahhh ahhhh!! I'll fuck Cyber, I'll do whatever you want, spare him, sapre him!!" She screamed as if screams could beam the message into the man's head. "I'll do it, I'll DO ANYTHING!!"

Trixie sobbed in pain as she heard her Cyber, Cybelle, whoever, being strong again. Begging to protect Trixie's stupid, useless traitor ass that got Cyber into this mess!

"No Cyber... No... You stupid boy, you're a girl now you should know better than to say such stupid things...! Don't you dare say that...! I'll be right there! I'm coming, just, just tell him I'm coming! I'll do whatever he wants if he spares you! *Minerva tell them! You have to tell them! Please *Minerva Cyber needs you to tell them!! I'll do it, whatever he needs me to do I'll do it!"

'I kissed a girl just to try it, I hope my boyfriend don't mind it,' interrupted the earworm.

Then the killer asked "... I wonder if Trixie would like to be inside you instead of you inside her..." causing Trixie to yelp in surprise. He really was reading her mind! Was he mind controlling her too? How could she betray Cybelle-Cyrene-Cyber!! by agreeing with this monster? 

[i]'I don't even know your name, it doesn't matter, you're my experimental game, just animal nature.'[/i]

Was she going insane? She might be going insane. [i]'I kissed a girl and I liked--GET OUT OF MY HEAD!'[/i]

Trixie's arousal, desire, jealousy and envy continued to fight in her head for space. The killer was making out with Cyrene, and Cyrene almost seemed to be enjoy ing it. It was breaking her, and even as she wept, the other children in their group might have heard the soft humming from Trixie. Oh, she'd look like she was going insane now, singing to herself in the middle of all this horror.

'I kissed her first and she liked it, she popped my cherry like cheap plastic...?'

Watching the killer raping Cyber's vagina into prolapse hurt but her mind was getting exhausted from trauma, breaking further and further from reality. 'I'll be good if you spare us both,' she thought. 'I'll be good, I'll do whatever you want, I kissed a girl and I liked it, Daddy please help...'

Trixie pressed her eyes closed for a moment and winced with a deep relief that hurt as bad as everything else. The killer suddenly said that Cyrene was a keeper. Keep... her... "Please, don't kill her... Please... don't kill..." Trixie whimpered. "Please... I want my girlfriend."

Ah, she had a girlfriend now.

The song started up in her head again. Trixie's addled mind hops from focus to focus until noticing that Cyber was in the middle of an orgasm from being raped. A complex feeling fell through her like rain, and her insides twisted from the chill as they watched something, something important... vanish from inside Cyrene's eyes.  Hope, self-respect, something important... 

But in the moment she still didn't care, she loved Cyber more than his stupid pride, and as a girl, she'd fix him right up, she thought. Watching Cyber's girlginity die sent her down another river of thoughts, wondering if the killer can please Cyber more than her, and other cruel things...

"It'll be okay Cybelle... I love you, everything will be okay if we just both live!" she said with trembling lips. She wanted to wipe the snot from her face. "Please stop hurting her...!"

And yet, so brave, so cool, Cybelle pulled herself up and glared at the predator fox, the bloodied destroyer who had turned Trixie into a sniveling mess for some no name boy Daddy would never care about. All Cybelle did was lean up and look at her killer. It was just a look, Trixie thought. It shouldn't have meant anything, and all it did was make Trixie love Cyber more. That's how Trixie wanted to be, how she hoped she was. It was the kind of little defiant act Trixie felt like she'd do if the situations were reversed.

And it made her snort and laugh a little. "Y-you d-dummy, don't try to look cool now--AAHHH!"

It was too fast to see, but the killer had a gun now on Cybelle's head. 

It was too fast to see, but Mickey had a gun now to Cybelle's head. The world froze for Trixie, and for a hideous moment her anticipation of the life ending POP and the splatter of blood was so strong she had thought it happened. So, when she realized Cybelle was alive and licked her lips, her mind un-slowing enough to think, 'wait, he can't forget--'

Trixie screamed and shut her eyes, hearing four, harsh bangs. The terror of that sound caused her to release her bladder again, although it was barely more than a trinkle, the cameras would see she squirted out her last. "No, no, no, no! You didn't, you promised, you didn't, you promised!" she mumbled insanely, eyes tightly locked.

Her eyes flare open as she hears cyber's voice. "Cyber?!" she yelled, lurching, gasping, gulping... Still alive, every single second mattered to her now watching Cyber's life hang in the balance. The killer was angry, saying information that Trixie knew should be important but her frazzled brain couldn't make time for. She just shouted, "She'll keep quiet now, I'll make her, call me over, please!"

Trixie's whimpering commenced again as she saw the monster crawling over the bed and licking his tongue all over Cyber's... [i]pussy guts?[/i] that were just hanging out...? Gross... There was so much of the damage done to Cyber from the brutal rapings she couldn't understand...

What happened next occurred so fast and so violently that the predator was already moving around on the bed with his prize in his mouth before Trixie's mind allowed her to understand it--he'd torn out Cyber's entire vagina, along with everything else that came extra. Trixie began screaming again, her pussy squeezing in horror, everything in her cringing in visceral horror. She felt her mind going numb from the horror, blacking out briefly. She was distracted back to sensation only by a relentless onpouring of much of the same, as the killer proceeded to disembowel poor Cyber. Cyber was also now wearing some kind of freakish, cartoony gas mask that--Trixie realized with a lurch it wasn't a gas mask.

Trixie felt herself vomit what little of her soup still remained in her stomach. It was too much, too much for one little girl mind to handle. The Mommy place was on Cyber's face.

Hurralgh!

Her mind blanked a moment longer coming to as she saw the killer finishing. He was now hog-tying Cyber with her own intestines. This wasn't happening...! Cyber wasn't supposed to die, and even if so, not like this...!

Cyber was a person, Cyber was Trixie's girlfriend, or boyfriend, or whatever Cyber still was willing to let Trixie love and hold and hug. Cyber wasn't some... fun ornament with toys inside... Why was this grown man playing toys with Cyber parts? Why?

Just... why?

"Why?" she asked again and again, the killer proceeding to rape Cyber's barely living form again. Shoving his cock down into the hog tied girl's now-vacant womb cavity and dick-stuffing her guts like she was a turkey dinner.

"Why? Why? Why?" And then, suddenly, "Wh-what!!"

Cyber... kind of...  popped... inside. And suddenly it was over. Blood spurted without warning from Cyber, even from her mouth. She sputtered and gasped, "I love...you.....Trix...ie....." and Trixie inhaled for the deepest time.

Everything held inside that breath, the whole universe. Trixie's mind held still too, and like Cyber, her mind suddenly raised with memories, and she had a sudden mental image of dropping and shattering her favorite tea cup as a toddler, only the memory of the porcelain shattering outward blossomed like cancer, and she saw a thousand worlds with cyber, girl or boy, fall and shatter.

And then someone put the world back on play. Cyber's body fell limp to the bed. Mickey didn't seem to notice, just grinned in satisfaction and kept humping the meat that was no longer Trixie's boyfriend or girlfriend, or anybody. It was over. Cyber was gone.

Trixie exhaled. She stopped crying, breath suddenly steady... a... terrible calm settled over her. She suddenly felt... it wasn't fine, she didn't feel fine, but... she felt better.

She felt like she could handle it. It was fine... it was just a game. Also, Cyber wasn't really her boyfriend. It was just a stressful situation. Daddy would never even approve. This was actually for the best. It was stupid to think she had a future with that boy, and they'd never have slept together if shit hadn't gone pear-shaped (as Daddy likes to say).

She let out another shuddering gasp of relief, her breath was almost normal now. She was panting as if in orgasm, just staring over everything that *Minerva was hallucinating into her. Taking it all in.

She had to hand it to the monster--it really was a work of art. He knew what he was doing. She wondered... if Daddy knew him somehow. What Daddy would think of this, Daddy loves collecting artworks and sculptures and loves all kinds of things and Daddy loves her and Daddy gets Trixie whatever she wants and she loves Daddy and Daddy asked her to be in this game for him and Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy--

He licked the camera. Trixie blinked, and for a moment she thought it was her father... "Daddy?" she asked, as if coming out of a trance, a daydream. "What is it Daddy?"

He was talking to her, what did he need? Can't he see she was busy? "I can't come I'm playing a game right now," she whispered. Did someone say her name? The Daddy Camera Man?

The man she thought was Daddy said she would be reunited... she forgot with who, or why, but she just nodded along. "Uh uh!" she agreed.

The man was gone. She wondered who he was. Daddy may have liked him! She wondered if the man and Daddy would also like her new girlfrien---

Trixie started giggling.

((if I interpreted this correctly, only the viewers know cyber is alive, not the cubs))











note to self trixie needs to talk to petal about their mutual guilt over dead friend arousal