#cuntcracker

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CuntCracker Chpt 2 (trixya- lesbain ballet au) - pastelcholita

AN - Hello kids! Sorry I’m late, but here’s the new chapter. Enjoy!

Warning for language and crass humour

Katya’s POV

My hand pushed down on the plastic lever, the soft trickling of individual cereals thudding against the styrofoam bowl situated on the plate under the slot. That day had been a considerably dreary day. I had planned to go on a walk before rehearsals, but the dense fog accumulated outside the warm campus seemed eerie. It had also been one of those days where your soul was clouded with a longing for a paternal, yet sensual, relationship; strictly no strings attached, if ya know what I mean.

I removed the bowl from the dark surface, and I moved to my usual table in the cafeteria. Violet, Willam, and Courtney sat in the according chairs, engaged in some odd conversation regarding the lagoon ducks in Central Park.

“Some guy can’t just pick the ducks up in a van, can he? That’s just not ethical?” Courtney asked, searching the other girls faces for an answer. She smiled when she met my gaze. “Oh, hi, Katya! We were just discussing the ducks, ya know the ones in the lagoon?”

“I see…” I trailed off. My mind couldn’t really settle on any one topic, for some reason I had not quite identified.

“No, you idiot, some guy couldn’t just shove them in the back of his pedo van,” Willam added, and had earned a chuckle from Violet.

“She’s right Court. Well about the van at least. They probably just migrate, it’s their nature. Like the fish, they just adapt, I guess,” Vi suggested. I didn’t necessarily agree with any of them, but I just contently stirred my Froot Loops. I didn’t want to admit it, but since auditions I couldn’t seem to get Trixie out of my mind. It was silly and trivial, and I knew it. Trixie was full of potential and still young, like a little pink firecracker. I was simply a jaded ballerina with callused feet. Boy did I sound yellow.

I excused myself to toss my soggy Loops and grab a cup of coffee on the way back. I was staring deep into my coffee, examining each bubble that rose to the top and migrated to the outer edge. Stupid move, I concur. In the process of making my way back to my previously claimed seat, I managed to ram into somebody, splashing my boiling beverage all over their clothes.

“Hey, watch it, you- Katya?” a sharp voice snapped from in front of me.

“Mishka, I am so sorry. Let me help you clean up.” Why did I have to spill my coffee all over Trixie, goddamnit. That day was just determined to be one of the most unfortunate days of my life.

We had hurriedly sauntered over to the paper towel dispenser dabbing her white - might I mention satin - nightie with the paper that seemed to be doing nothing.

“It’s really fine. I have more clothes back in my dorm,” she comforted. I was up to the tops of my ears in guilt.

“Leave it to me to ruin such a pretty dress with coffee,” I spat the word out like it was poison. Trixie laughed at my foolishness. “They don’t call me Cunt-ya for nothing.”

“Who the hell calls you that,” she thrashed.

“That’s King Cunt-ya to you. Well I’ve already messed on you, the least I can do is invite you back to my kingdom,” I remarked overly cheesily, extending my forearm to her. She crossed her own arm under mine, in a square-dance-esque fashion. We walked across the cafeteria like that, occasionally side stepping or shuffling, even adding a few twirls in ever so often.

When we had arrived, I pulled a chair from the adjacent table. “Your chair, m’lady,” I uttered in my most dapper tone.

“Why thank you, kind lady,” Trixie offered. That was probably what I adored most about her; her ability to play along and bounce back with a statement equally as funny. Boy, was I falling for her quick.

We chewed the fat with the other girls for a while, collectively concluding that the ducks probably flew down to somewhere like Florida. Then Courtney went on a tangent on what the fish did when the lake froze over. Trixie shifted forward onto her arms, and let out a guttural yawn.

“Wanna head back to my dorm, sleeping beauty?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I stayed up late in the studio with Missus Davenport practicing aerials and stuff,” Trixie groggily answered. Trixie and I said our goodbyes, parting ways with the other dancers. En route to my dorm, Trixie suggested we stop by her room to get something comfy - and not soiled with coffee - to wear.

She opened the door to her dorm and it was like the both of us were spontaneously transported to a Mattel interpretation of Narnia. Pink pearls had been draped over the curtain rod, creating an illusion of fresh pink snow tendrils fallen from the roofs. Fluffy pink scarves adorned the bed rails, acting as floral tassels to the overstuffed bed. It was truly a spectacular sight, in my eyes of course.

“Kotehok, I greatly appreciate your creative integrity, but why so much pink?”

“Oh, well you see,” Trixie explained while she rummaged through a pile of laundry, “it’s my fantasy.” She craned her neck around to smirk at me from her seated spot on the floor. We exchanged a giggled before she had turned back to sort through the clothes.

I gradually migrate to the bed, plopping down comfortably on the frilly pile of blankets that I had assumed accumulated over the course of a few months. Suddenly, an insurmountable urge to lay my haphazard mane of waves down upon the sea of peachy fluff had overcame me, so I did just that. I slid down onto my back, disappearing like a small child. I began to quietly whisper a tune, quite dorkily actually, now that I think about it…

Trixie’s POV

“-Eka-trina Petrov-a Zamolod-ikova, -ut your da- ju-t calls me…Katya.”

I scaned the room quickly, my eyes darted around the room only to have found two boney feet emerged from a puddle of cushion atop my mattress.

“You rotted cunt,” I laughed. Katya’s head popped up from under a faux pelt. “What are you mumbling this time?”

“You know, the usual, just summoning satan to come have sexual intercourse with my decrepit, senile, womanly body,” she massaged her hands over her core, reaching up and pushing up her ample breasts. She concluded this statement with an assembly of wheezes and flailing arms.

Katya exploded off of the bed, landing in fourth position. “Yekatrina.” She transferred her weight onto her forward foot, lunging into it. “Petrovna.” Katya extended onto releve, releasing the tension built up from her back leg and turning a la second. “Zamolodchikova.” Yekatrina planted her back foot and raised her hands up to her face, almost shielding herself. “But your dad just calls me.” She waggled her fingers about, drawing her hands away from her face. “Katya.”

My mouth dropped open and I wildly clapped my hands “Encore, encore!” Katya rolled down to the floor and planted herself beside me. She reached at my forearm, grasping onto it, leaning into my body. A sort of - how do I explain this without sounding overly gushy and sappy - wave of goosebumps and electricity washed down my back and cusped around my toes. I laughed along with Katya and tried to mask my subconscious shiver.

“What time does practice start anyway?” a voice I had never encountered before questioned.

“Wait, you’re not Russian?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m from Boston,” a new accent coated Katya’s voice.

“Seriously, though,” I deadpanned, “where in the hell are you from?”

“I’m really from Boston. My mother is Russian, hence ‘Yekatrina Petrovna Zamolodchikova.’”

“Ah… It’s in like an hour and a half, around ten I think.”

Katya rested her head on my shoulder. The tenseness slowly began to uncoil and I settled into the half-embrace as well. I pulled my phone down from the countertop that we were situated against, scrolling through twitter with my unoccupied hand. Katya had begun to softly stroke my hair, mumbling something that sounded like, “Good kot,” but I’m still not too sure. I scrolled down to a video of a ballerina from Joffrey absolutely eating shit on stage that Pearl retweeted. I moved to show Katya the video, sure that she would have a heart attack watching it, only to realize that she was gingerly snoring, mouth slightly agape, with her head nestled into the crook of my neck. It was nearly time to start getting dressed in our leotards and sew our pointe shoes for practice, but Katya just looked so fuckin’ precious all curled up. I found myself wishing that this wasn’t going to be a one-time deal. I tried to pry this thought from my head, but it had buried itself deep inside the back of my cranium. I guessed it was going to stay there for a few days before I adjusted to Katya’s strange version of friendship, but boy was I wrong.

[vintage-story-time]

MANHATTAN MADNESS by Chili Peeler

Chapter 19 "Mmmmhmmmm....oh..yeahyeah....ohGodthat'sgooooood!" Elizabeth groaned as her brother worked his tongue into her stimulated pussyslit. She loved being licked and Jim certainly had a calling for it. She had led him to her bed for their sinful morning session, preferring its king-size space to the smaller bed in his room. Besides which, she had all kinds of lubricants and sexual paraphernalia in the nightstands in case Jim wanted to try anything unusual; she could almost bet that he would want to take her in the ass after his comment at the table and her current position could only remind him of that untried treasure. When they had entered the bedroom, she had cast her robe to the floor as she walked to the bed. Without looking back at him, she had yanked the cover and sheets down on her side of the bed and then crawled on the bed to complete the process on Julie's side.

She had heard his shorts hit the floor and had felt his eyes drinking in the sight of her puckered poopshoot and the clam-like folds of her sex, nestling in the junction of her parted thighs. She lingered in that position, even arched her back a little to accentuate the sight. She didn't have to wait long for Jim to join her on the bed. The bed sagged, hands grabbed her ass and his nose and mouth dove into her inviting cuntcrack. "Oh, yeaahhhhh.....God, Jim!.....aaahhhyeaahhhh......eat me, baby!" His tongue began teasing the opening of her vagina; rimming, licking, squashing itself against the mouth of her cunt while his nose snorted hot air against the taut skin just below her asshole. Elizabeth hunched her ass in his face, moving her saliva-soaked slit up and down, feeling Jim's tongue cruise the length of her wet pink gash. "OOOOoohhhhhfuckyeah...mmmmmHHHMMMMMM!" Elizabeth's fingers tried to dig holes in the mattress as his left hand reached around and moved up to find her hanging tits. His fingers latched onto her left nipple and he shook her titflesh like a dog worrying a bone. At the same time, his tongue forced its way into her pussymouth. "OHGOD.....MMMMM.....that's it!....fuck me with your TONGUE!" she gasp as she shifted her weight onto her left elbow and threw her right hand between her legs to rub her clitty. Her fingers buffed her joybutton and beat against her brother's bobbing chin as his stiffened tongue probed her fiery furrow. The combination was too much for her and she felt her loins tear open in her first orgasm of the hardly begun day. Squealing like a banshee, she mashed her jittering womanhood against her brother's face, her cuntmouth clamping down on his buried tongue. Jim felt Beth begin to lose it and he fucked his tongue in as far as he could. Her syrupy quim got incredibly tight all at once, then it began loosening and squeezing over and over as her wails reverberated through out her bedroom. 'Fuck, she's juicing!' he thought as fresh pulses of pussy juice spilled around his twisting tongue. Beth flailed her cunt around so strongly that his tongue came out of her lush hole with a loud slurping sound. Jim breathing hard, watched her fingers dip up into her drenched slit, more juice oozed between her fingers as she fingerfucked herself through the end of her orgasm. After a moment, his sister slumped forward on her stomach as she drew her glistening fingers from her sated pussy. Jim, on his knees between her spread legs, ran his hand over her soft rear end. "Enjoy that?" he said and his sister rose up on her elbows and looked back at him. Her smile said it all. He ran his finger into the sexy cleft of her asscheeks. "I know what you're thinking," Beth said, "and we're going to need some lube if you want to try it." Jim's cock felt painfully hard as it was and the thought of assfucking Beth was almost too exciting. He'd never even get it in before he came, it was just too lewd and he was way to wound up. "There's nothing I rather try but I wouldn't last at all," he motioned to his extremely stiff erection, "it wouldn't even be a fuck...more like a quick deposit." Beth giggled and rolled on her back, raising one long stripper leg past his face as it cleared his crouched form. "Don't sweat it...we've got all day," his sister said as she rose back up on her elbows. "Would you like a blowjob?...it seems only fair that I return the favor." "Yeah, that would be great!" Jim agreed quickly. Her mouth had been on his dick in both of their previous sex sessions, once he hadn't known it was her but last night he'd known it was Beth's lips wrapped around his dick and BLAMMO, he'd gotten hard again real quick. Now she was offering to suck him off! "Well, come on," Beth said, remaining still. Jim crawled up toward her head, expecting her to roll over on her side and use her hand to hold him while she blew him. But she stayed on her elbows, her face turning to follow him. "Climb on me .. straddle me," she

said up to him. "Sit on my chest and put that dick in my mouth!" 'Oh, man! This is awesome!' Jim thought as he swung his right knee over Beth's reclining figure and his hands reached down to cup her slightly flattened titties which were now just in front of his thighs. His dick jerked over them at the new feeling of power he had now....his sister's mouth was just in front of him. "All right, sis, open wide!" he said and she lustfully complied, her tongue laying out on her lower lip like a red carpet. He moved further up her body, feeling a nipple on the inside of his leg as he leaned over her, resting his weight on his left hand as his right fisted his shaft and pushed his bloated head down to her waiting mouth. Looking down his body, he watched his cockhead push through her parted lips and he lovingly humped Beth's hot mouth full of his crimson cock. "Awwww, yeaaahhh....Jesus....suck it!" he encouraged his big sister as he let go of his cock and his other hand swung out to support his weight. 'God, my baby brother is hung!' Elizabeth thought as her lips stretched around Jim's superhard whopper. He seemed much bigger than he had at the Whipping Post and she took that as a sign that he, indeed, wasn't going to last very long. "Jesus....suck it!" she heard him call out above her and she went to work with her tongue as he began a slow fucking motion between her lips. She closed her eyes and let Jim screw her mouth as her hands gripped his shins. Neither of them heard the front door open and close, even though the bedroom door was wide open.

[aqconfessions]

Ok I've got a serious question. In that fic CuntCracker, like, it's set in a ballet/dance academy. they have uniforms in those schools. generally strict uniforms. why would Violet (in the "pilot" chapter) wear anything near that gets her described as a bondage brat? like I'm pretty sure the fic isn't a parody or whatnot so like ? it just seems weird. idk if im just being low-key picky but it seems to be a weird choice ~ Antigone.

[artificialqueens]

CuntCracker Chpt 1 (trixya: lesbian ballet au) - pastelcholita

A/N: Hi babes! I’m back at it again. I really appreciate any feedback, constructive criticism included. Thank you to Tiffany and Vixen for helping me “expose” this as well. I’m planning on adding a new chapter every three days, but we’ll see how that holds up with the semester finals coming up. The next chapter is bomb af, so I might add it sooner, depending on my speed and accuracy in the literature realm.  (Why do I speak like an old woman) Love you all <3 Enjoy!!!

-pastelcholita

PS. Warning for foul language and somewhat crass humor

Trixie’s POV:

I tug the straps of my baby pink leotard over my chest. I swear to whatever God, I had changed at least seven times that day, searching for something conservative yet stylish. And let me be the first one to tell you that meeting both of these requirements is a bitch when looking at a piece of fabric that covers about a third of your body.

I shifted uncomfortably in the full length mirror. Today was just not my day. This particular leotard rode up between my ass cheeks, revealing parts that no one except for myself should have to see.

I pulled at the thigh hem, scratching my nails against my tawny skin. Just another blemish I’ll have to cover up.

“That can’t be even slightly appropriate for class, Trix.”

I turned around to face the apparently stoned girl. “It can’t be even slightly appropriate to get high on Xanax before auditions, Pearl.”

She rolled her eyes, a menacing smirk cast on her face, shaking her head.

“Here,” she grunted and tossed a peach halter top leotard with a thick alabaster ribbon that tied around the waist. A wave of nerves washed over my physique. Knowing that Pearl is as thin as she is, a was immediate unconfident that I would be able to squeeze myself into the beautiful outfit.

“Don’t twist your tits about it. I bought it for you as a Christmas present, but seeing as you cannot settle on any one thing, you can have it now.”

I slung my arms around her neck immediately. You really have some great friends, don’t you Trixie…

“Now get out there and kick some ballerina ass.”

~~~~

“Okay, so today, dancers,” Miss Edwards exclaimed, “y’all be split into three groups depending on which roles y’all are auditioning for. First act, second act A, second act B. So if you’d sit down, we can get this gig started.”

The upperclassmen all congregated, a few giggles and one howling laugh eliciting from the group. Pearl just rolled her eyes, but I couldn’t help but mindlessly join the laughter. What creature is capable of making that sound.

“I’m gonna ask Miss Violet and Miss Fame to come over here to group number one.”

“Ganjy, get yourself over here.”

Miss Edwards continued to rattle off the names of various students until I was left standing alone where my companions had once flocked. I faltered shyly from foot to foot, suddenly feeling over-exposed.

“Miss Trixie, group two b.”

I padded over to the group. A familiar warm hand met the small of my back.

“Nice to see you again, kotehok.” The blonde, need I say extremely attractive, Russian.

To my surprise, we struck up a conversation quite easily. She was quite enchanting in that sense.

“What dance are you trying out for,” I quizzed.

“I am almost definite on the Chinese Tea dance,” she, Katya I learned, deadpanned. Very quickly, I realized the irony in her answer and erupted into an explosion of relentless laughs.

“No, but truly, Arabian Coffee is sexy for a girl like me,” Katya shimmied her ample breasts in a hilariously pornographic fashion. “And you, Trixie?”

“Anything, to be honest. I’m here for the recognition of it all, not so much the specifications.”

Katya’s POV:

What a strange girl. A keeper, most definitely. Such a young soul shrouded in a bubble gum fantasy. I found myself becoming intrigued quite frequently by the girl. I instinctively giggled and made remarks lathered in sarcasm in an effort to divert Trixie from my crystal clear infatuation. I sincerely began to hope that we would be cast in the same dance, or that she would, as conceited as it sounds, be my understudy so we could practice alongside one another.

“Katie,” Trixie playfully shoved my shoulder. The sudden excitement traveled down my spine and twisted through my nerves, igniting my most sensitive areas. “I think we’re beginning now.”

~~~~

During group auditions, I subconsciously kept an eye on Trixie. The way her soft, curvy body glided through the air as she leapt to left-stage caused my stomach to flutter. Her pirouettes were near perfect, although I may have been biased because the sight of Trixie’s ass as her leotard began to ride up was satisfying all of my lesbian wiles.

When class broke for water, Trixie pranced to the back of the classroom, removing a flamingo colored water bottle from her ballet bag.

“Mind letting me have a sip, mishka?”

“No thanks. I don’t let big titted Russian dancers get their lips even remotely close to mine.”

“Oh, come on. I gave up hooking a month before I moved here,” I couldn’t help but howl. Trixie’s mouth leisurely dropped open and her head dropped back.

These small interactions had fuelled my expressive, joyous performance for the day. I felt as if I were a daisy in a field affixed on the sunny west-coast. Might’ve not been the best emotions to yield during a supposedly sexy routine, but hey, I was happy and free of any worries. Funny how one sarcastic little ballerina Barbie could help you discover the happiness in sultry movements. I had a few “sultry movements” including the aforementioned dancer I would like to experiment with later, if ya know what I mean.

“Okay, girls! Auditions are concluded! The roles should be posted sometime tomorrow after lunch,” Miss Edwards bellowed to the entirety of Group 2B.

I privately mourned for myself. I would have to wait at least until the next rehearsal, assuming we both made the final list, until I saw Trixie again. It could be worse. I could be in a group with Laganja…

~~~

“A goddamn party girl, again!” Adore groaned. I let out a breathy laugh, flapping my limbs all over the place.

Aside from Adore’s dilemma, most everyone was pleased with their roles.

Across the corridor, I spotted my favorite rosy dancer.

“Tracy,” I welcomed, embracing the younger girl. “How are you, котенок.”

“You know, the usual. Sucking the toes of fellow ballerinas to make an extra buck.” My eyes began to water with pure hilarity.

“Do you know your part yet?” I questioned.

Trixie deadpanned. “I’m your understudy.” She scowled at me, almost hating me momentarily. Her mask cracked and a wide, toothy grin plastered itself on her cheeks. “I’m kidding,” she slapped my bicep, “I’m a candy cane. Ironic, isn’t it?”

“Ooo, yum,” I waggled my eyebrows suggestively, pretending to lick her cheek.

I excused myself from the conversation briefly. My eyes settled on the final cut list, scanning down until I landed on my name.

“Katya Zamolodchikova…………..Coffee”

My chest filled with a concoction of happiness and delirity. My mind stupidly wandered to a question that I’d been asking myself since the end of auditions the previous day.

Would I be able to impress Trixie into dipping her candy cane into my coffee? Okay, nevermind that sounds corny and disgusting. But, will Trixie and I have potential as something more than a friendship?

[artificialqueens]

trixya fics i miss - lessons on love, from russia with love, catholic school is the perfect place for sinners, i put a spell on you, contact and chill, dress up in you, coffee and cigarettes, but i'm a choir girl, cuntcracker and It's all about barbie 💖(sorry for how incredibly long this is haha) x

[artificialqueens]

✨✨QUEUE✨✨

Taxidermy for Kids (Pharon) - Cece

Ugly Ch.2 (Witney) - Queenie

Art and Anatomy Ch.3 (Trixya) - Pink Shrooms

Dress Up In You Ch.7 (Trixya) - Eve

Parenthood (Rotox) - NeptuneViolin

Glamazonian Airways (Miss Fame x Pearl) - NeptuneViolin

did you miss me enough to drink or did you drink enough to miss me? (Shalaska) - pureCAMP

Primary Care Ch.3 (Katlaska) - Spoky

The Less You Know, The Better Ch.2 (Trixya) - Asada Tycane 

CuntCracker Ch.2 (Trixya) - pastelcholita

Alabaster Peonies Ch.2 (Trixya) - Ireland

[artificialqueens]

✨✨QUEUE✨✨

The Best Years of Our Lives (Trixya/Pearlet) - Athena

Primary Care (a.k.a the Poundcake ficlet collection) Ch.1 (Katlaska) - Spoky

A Heart That Beats So Slow (Biadore) - Mac

Foreign Language, Familiar Words Ch.1 (Trixya) - Star

Katya Ch.2 (Trixya) - Skyline

CuntCracker Ch.1 (Trixya) - pastelcholita

Hey Barbie Girl (Trixya) - Scoobert

Taboo Fantasy (Pharon) - aaren

Cause I’m a Little Unsteady Ch.1 (Biadore) - Pixie

Revenge Prologue (Trixya) - Cinnamon 

The Art Teacher Ch.4 (Milk x Trixie) - Alex

[artificialqueens]

just started reading cuntcracker and omg i actually love it! finally getting to live my ballerina fantasy yas gawd haha can't wait for the next chapter 💖xx

[artificialqueens]

Can i just say that I royally effed up😂😂 I may have been so predictive in doing work that I just did all the school work for my old school in addition to my new school work😒😒 anyway, I have no clue if I will finish Chpt 3 of CuntCracker in time for it to be posted on regular schedule or if I'll post it tomorrow would you, the readers (I do sound like an old woman), prefer a long chapter of two shorter chapters posted two days in a row? -pastel cholita

[artificialqueens]

But I'm A Choir Girl is getting sooo good!! i can't wait for the next chapter, also CuntCracker is so funny but cute? really really excited to see more