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Star's Crossed Lovers	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Star vs. The Forces of Evil Views: 22548 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 7: To the Maximus

“How was Earth, sir?” Boner asked as he hung up Tom’s suit jacket.

“Oh, same as always,” Tom replied. “Not what you’d call an exciting dimension, but at least the humans there can be jerked around with a little fire magic.”

He sat down in his easy chair and said, “Soultini. Beaten, not stirred.”

Wordlessly, Boner went over to the room’s small bar, opened a bottle of vermouth, and poured a splash of it into a metal cocktail shaker. He then put the top back on the vermouth and opened a second, unlabeled bottle, from which tiny screams began to issue.

“It’s too bad simple tricks like that won’t work on Star,” Tom continued. “Her innate Mewnian royal magic is too strong.”

Boner poured some clear, screaming liquid from the bottle into the cocktail shaker. The screams became muffled as his skeletal hands screwed the shaker closed.

“But Gladys’ new formula ought to do the job,” Tom said. “When she finally finishes it, anyway.”

Boner picked up a wooden mallet from the bar and gave the shaker a few solid whacks. The muffled screams stopped.

“Would you prefer an olive, an onion, or a pickled pixie head today?” Boner asked as he poured the now-silent mixture into a martini glass.

“Surprise me,” Tom replied absently. “So as soon as the formula’s done, I’ll arrange another ambush for Star and make sure somebody splatters her with the stuff. And once it’s had half a day or so to set, Star’ll be ready for good times with her perfect boyfriend.”

“Hmm,” Boner replied, handing Tom the glass.

“Oh, and good times will be had,” Tom continued eagerly. He took a sip of his drink. “I’m going to do everything I ever want- Gyaaah!” Tom shouted, spilling soultini on his dress shirt as he startled at the sight of a strange, jointed white object in his glass. “What the- Is that one of your toes?!”

“You said to surprise you, sir.”

***

That Thursday morning, when Marco and Star arrived at school, Star opened her locker and, among the usual disarray of books and medieval weaponry, she found a leather pouch with a note attached to its drawstrings. She ignored the note and immediately opened the bag.

“Marco,” she breathed, her eyes growing large as she reached into the pouch and pulled out four small, silver discs. “Do you know what these are?”

“Um, commemorative coins?” Marco guessed. “Mewnian game tokens? A commodity-based currency that will retain its value even after a global financial collapse?”

“Better,” Star said. “These are four passes to...the Chillaximus Spa!”

“Whoa,” Marco gasped. “That place from your fan-” He paused as he noticed a group of fellow students passing by. “-fan...tastic story you told me a while back?”

“Yeeessss,” the blonde princess replied, stars filling her eyes.

“Where’d they come from?” Marco asked.

“Oh, uh, lessee,” Star said, looking at the tag. “‘Sorry I missed your birthday, hope it was happy. Best wishes, Uncle Hardegarbamar.’”

“Wait, when was your birthday?” Marco asked, concerned about having missed it.

“Oh, like, seven months ago. Right before I came to Earth.”

“Wow,” Marco said, relieved. “Does your Uncle Har- Does your uncle usually take that long to remember it?”

“Oh, no, no,” Star replied. “He usually doesn’t remember it at all.”

“So...are you sure those passes are really from him?”

“Who else would they be from? You don’t give someone an awesome gift like this and not take credit for it.”

“I’m just wondering if this might be a trap.”

“What? No! I mean, definitely probably not.”

“Maybe you should call your uncle and check.”

“Yeahhhh, you can’t really call Uncle Hardegarbamar. He left civilization years ago to live among the squirrels.”

“Interesting life choice. And yet somehow, he managed to buy you a present and have it delivered to your locker. At school. On Earth.”

“Obviously, he commanded the squirrels to do it.”

“The squirrels know your locker combination?”

“Squirrels know a lot of things, Marco,” Star said firmly. Then, with a shudder and a distant look, she whispered, “Too many things...”

“Okaaaay,” Marco replied slowly. “Anyway, I’m still pretty sure this is a trap.”

“I disrespectfully agree.”

“You mean you respectfully disagree.”

“That’s what I said.”

“No, you said- Never mind.”

***

Marco found that there was no convincing Star that her gift horse might be of the Trojan variety. This was not, he perceived, because she truly believed there was no possible danger, but simply because she didn’t want to believe it. Especially given that going to the Chillaximus Spa with Oskar would be a daydream come true.

Of course, Marco could not, in good conscience, ask Jackie to come to the spa with him without sharing his concerns with her and Oskar, which he did when the four kids met up after school. Despite Star calling it “Marco’s crazy trap theory,” Marco expected their respective SOs to have at least a few reservations about going to the spa. But both of them were surprisingly unfazed.

“Well,” Jackie said, “even if it’s a trap, it’s probably those same weirdos who attacked us last week. And we pretty much kicked their butts, so I say we go for it.”

Marco was a touch dismayed by Jackie’s lack of caution. But at the same time, he was pleased to see that she was over the shock of last Friday’s ambush and back to her old daredevil self.

“Yeah, it’s cool,” Oskar said simply.

Thus outvoted, and having had a fantasy of his own that involved the other-dimensional spa, Marco capitulated. He would bring along his fanny pack of emergency supplies and hope for the best.

***

That Friday evening, when Marco and the others stepped through Star’s scissors-portal into the lobby of the Chillaximus Spa, Marco looked out the window and saw the facade of the Bounce Lounge across the street. He hadn’t quite realized before that the Cloud Dimension—the location of the spa—was also home to Star’s favorite dance club. He supposed he should have figured that the Bounce Lounge wouldn’t have a whole dimension to itself.

A purple-skinned woman with antennae welcomed the four teens to the spa, then accepted Star’s tokens and examined them.

“Your passes entitle each of you to a swim in the mineral pool, a relaxing soak in our spring-fed hot tub, and a thirty-minute professional massage—or, if you prefer, an hour in one of our private massage rooms.”

Star, with an enormous grin that she was trying and utterly failing to conceal, turned to Oskar and said, “Private massage room?”

“Sure,” the boy replied. His tone was nonchalant, but his green eyes were sparkling.

Marco turned to Jackie. “Does that, uh, sound good to you?”

Jackie nodded. Then she leaned in and whispered, “I can’t say no to a boy with hearts in his eyes.”

Marco’s face reddened. “Aw, jeez, you can see those?”

“Yup,” she replied, and kissed him on the cheek.

Per Star’s instructions, they had all brought swimsuits, so they went into a set of changing rooms to suit up before splashing into the refreshing waters of the mineral pool. After a solid half hour of swimming, splashing, and chicken fights, they adjourned to the hot tub for a wonderfully relaxing soak. Marco, despite the undercurrent of sexual tension running through his body like a taut, vibrating bass-guitar string, began to feel comfortably warm and loose all over. Loose enough that he reached over and took Jackie’s hand, causing her to look at him.

“So,” he said, “ready for…the next activity?”

“Okay,” she said, blushing a little.

“Yeah,” Star said, turning to Oskar. “How ‘bout we do that, too?”

“Sure,” the boy replied.

They got out of the hot tub, and a pair of attendants handed them fluffy white towels and robes. Then each attendant escorted one of the couples to one of two adjacent massage rooms. The one guiding Marco and Jackie was a smallish young woman with purple skin and antennae like the receptionist had.

“Here,” she said, gesturing around the room, “we have an adjustable massage table with a cloud-sheepskin cover, over there are several choices of massage oils, and there are plenty of extra towels stacked up in that cabinet. And would you like to try some of our blueflower incense?”

“What’s that?” Marco asked.

“It’s calming,” the woman replied, “but it also helps couples get in touch with their inner desires. Rather like a love potion.”

“Um,” Marco began, “I don’t know if we’d-”

“I’d be up for it,” Jackie interrupted. As Marco turned to her in surprise, she looked at him and added quietly, “You know, if you are.”

“Well, y- yeah,” Marco stuttered. “I- I just didn’t think that, that you’d...want to...”

“I know you didn’t.” Touching his face gently, she went on, “You’re always thinking about my feelings. That’s why I think we should, you know, try it and see what happens.”

Marco smiled broadly. “Okay, then.”

***

Jackie insisted on massaging Marco first, so the boy, wearing only a fluffy white towel wrapped around his waist, lay down on the padded table and let the white-robed Jackie press her fingertips into the muscles of his back, massaging out kinks and knots that Marco hadn’t even realized were there.

“You’re holding a lot of stress in here,” Jackie said as her hands squeezed and rubbed.

“Well, it won’t fit in the fanny pack,” Marco joked. Then, as Jackie’s fingers dug into a particularly stiff spot next to his shoulder blade, he grunted, “You’ve got strong hands.”

“Benefits of practicing a grappling art,” Jackie replied. “But seriously, you worry too much about stuff.”

“I guess sometimes I feel like, if I don’t worry about the things that matter, nobody will,” Marco replied.

“Well, right now,” Jackie said, running her hands sensually down the length of Marco’s back, “the thing that matters is relaxing...with me.”

Marco smiled. “Good point.”
For some time, Marco lay there and let Jackie massage every last bit of tension from the muscles of his back. Then, raising his head, he said, “I think it’s your turn now.”

“I’m good with that,” Jackie replied.

Marco got up from the massage table and walked around to the foot of it. Jackie, turning away from Marco but looking back over her shoulder at him, lowered her robe to the shelf of her hips, fully baring her back. Then she lay down on the table.

“Niiiice,” Marco blurted.

“Thank you,” Jackie said, smiling slyly.

Marco took the bottle of warm oil that sat on a nearby table and drizzled a line of it across Jackie’s shoulder blades. Then he began to rub.

“Mmmm…” Jackie said. “You’ve got strong hands, too.”

“Fingertip pushups,” Marco said, smiling.

He started easy, warming and loosening the surface of Jackie’s back muscles. Then he went deeper, getting at the knots and the tight places on either side of her upper spine. Jackie made little noises—brief squeaks and grunts of discomfort followed by long sighs of relief.

The smell of the incense was growing heavier in the air, and Marco could feel a sort of warmth spreading over him, enhancing the relaxation he was already feeling from Jackie’s ministrations to his back. And, as he had with Star’s spiked glowberry punch, he began to feel his worries and inhibitions lifting from his mind and body.

“Oh, Marco, you’re good at this,” Jackie said. “How do you know just where I need you to rub?”

“I’m just...listening to the sounds you make,” Marco answered.

Jackie closed her eyes and smiled as she responded, “I was so right to start dating you...”

Marco picked up the oil again and started on the lower half of Jackie’s back. Unlike her upper back, where there were a lot of bones to work around, here there was mostly muscle, so he could really get to her stiff spots without having to worry about hurting her—at least, not in a massage-inappropriate way.

Jackie made the same noises as before, although now the sighs of relief seemed longer and dreamier...and sexier. Marco felt Marquito—his mental nickname for his dong—begin to sit up and pay attention.

His fingers were moving steadily down the small of Jackie’s back, of whose womanly hourglass shape Marco was becoming increasingly cognizant. He could scarcely believe that the most beautiful girl at Echo Creek High was lying half-naked under his hands, sighing happily in response to his touch.

And then it was like he could hear Star’s voice in his head, saying, Believe it, Marco. You’re here because Jackie likes you, and she likes you because you showed her the awesome person you are.

His hands moved ever lower, and now his fingers were grazing the edge of Jackie’s white robe where it folded down over her bottom and legs.

This was it. This was the moment he had fantasized about back on that night in Star’s room, where his bestie had helped him get psyched up for the first step of their plan. And he knew that it wasn’t just the incense talking when he decided what to do next.

His fingertips went under the edge of Jackie’s robe and began rubbing the top of her beautifully rounded ass. Jackie didn’t tense up in the slightest; she just made a slow, almost delirious chuckle.

Marco kept at it for a few minutes, reveling in the sensation of Jackie’s magnificently curvy ass beneath his hands. He’d wondered and fantasized for so long about what it felt like, and now, it was turning out to be everything he’d hoped for: just the right balance between soft and firm, and with skin so smooth…

“Marco…” Jackie purred dreamily.

“Yeah?”

“I need you to quit doing that…”

Confused and disappointed, Marco said, “Oh. Okay.”

“...so I can turn over,” Jackie finished.

“Oh,” Marco repeated in a far brighter tone. “Okay.”

Suddenly, from just outside the curtained doorway of the room, there came a loud whisper.

“Psst! Marco!”

Marco leaned toward the curtain. “Not the best time, Star,” he whispered back.

“It’s an emergency!”

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