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Chapter 8: All Hail the Fanny Pack

Marco turned to Jackie. “Um, could you excuse me for just a sec?”

“No prob,” Jackie said calmly, closing her eyes.

Marco, unsure of the nature of Star’s emergency, grabbed his fanny pack just in case, then stepped through the curtain into the hallway. There stood Star in a hastily thrown-on white robe.

“What’s going on?” Marco whispered, his tone reflecting an even mix of anxiety and irritation.

“I’m really really sorry to bug you,” Star replied rapidly, “but things with me and Oskar are going, um, in a certain direction, and I was wondering if you had any, you know...safety supplies.”

Marco’s worry and annoyance receded, and he smiled with amusement. “I’m guessing you don’t mean the dilemma whistle.”

“No, I don’t mean the dilemma whistle!” Star hissed.

“Relax,” Marco said. “Your wingman’s got you covered.”

He reached into the fanny pack and pulled out three square foil packets, fanning them in his hand like playing cards. “You want regular, glow in the dark, or ‘ribbed for her pleasure’?”

“Ribbed for her pleasure, ribbed for her pleasure!” Star whispered excitedly. “I mean, unless that’s the one you want.”

“Pfft. I brought four of everything,” Marco replied casually. “I figure if I’m gonna be the Safe Kid, I’m gonna do it right.”

Star grabbed a couple of the condom packs. “I would totally hug you if I weren’t half naked and oily.”

“Raincheck,” Marco said. “Have fun, wingman.”

“You have fun, wingman.”

***

Marco returned to the private massage room. Jackie was now sitting up on the edge of the massage table, her robe wrapped around her. Marco felt a pang of disappointment.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. No emergency; Star just needed some...supplies.”

Jackie smiled slyly. “And you just happened to have some, huh, Safe Kid?”

Marco blushed. “I just, you know, wanted to...be prepared.”

Jackie blushed, too, as she said, “Well...are you prepared for this?”

She opened her robe, and Marco’s jaw dropped as he gawked at Jackie’s magnificent naked body. Her snowy-white, pale-pink-nippled breasts had a lovely upward turn to them and, as Star had once predicted, each looked like a perfect handful. Her stomach was flat with a hint of abdominal muscle, and her waist had that hourglass shape that he had long admired from afar, along with the womanly width of her hips. And then, brand-new to Marco’s eyes, there were the pink folds between her thighs, with a puff of golden hair just above them.

“Nobody’s prepared for that,” Marco breathed. Jackie blushed harder.

“Um,” she said, “I’m feeling a little weird being the only one naked, here.”

“I- Oh. Right. Sorry,” Marco stammered. Then he pulled at the knot that held the towel around his waist and let the fluffy white bath sheet fall to the floor. His utterly erect penis sprang up, instantly catching Jackie’s eye.

“Wow,” she said. “I mean, I knew what they looked like, but...wow.”

“Uh, thanks?”

“Yeah,” Jackie replied, still looking at it. “That was definitely a compliment.” Then she looked up at his face. “Can I touch it?”

“Um, sure.”

She stroked it, using just her fingertips, making Marco shudder with pleasure.

Excited like never before, Marco put his hands on Jackie’s shoulders and caressed her. The feel of her skin, now softened and smoothed with massage oil, was exquisite beyond words, and he couldn’t help but touch every square inch of her that his hands could reach. This included her perky little breasts, on which his attention focused for a good while, teasing her nipples to stiff attention with his fingertips. Then one of his hands worked its way lower, and Jackie parted her thighs eagerly to let Marco explore between them. He had done this on a couple of their recent dates, but never with Jackie entirely naked, which allowed him an unprecedented level of access.

Soon, Marco’s finger was moving slowly into and out of Jackie’s entrance, and the girl was moaning softly as she continued massaging Marco’s cock, making the boy moan softly along with her. And then, just as Marco began to doubt how much more he could take before he just exploded in Jackie’s hand, the girl spoke.

“Marco,” she breathed, “I’m pretty sure I know what you’ve got in that fanny pack.” Then, lying back and opening her legs a bit wider, she reached up to touch his face and said, “How about you put one on?”

“That...that sounds great to me,” Marco replied.

Quickly, he fished a condom out of his fanny pack, ripped open the foil, and unrolled the latex sleeve over his hard length. Then, still standing, he stepped between Jackie’s bare, open thighs. The blonde girl put her hands on his shoulders and smiled at him, and the look on her face—sweet and inviting and erotic all at once—was the hottest thing Marco had ever seen.

“Okay,” he said, looking down at the girl’s blonde-dusted, pink, so-very-open sex. “Ready?”

“Uh-huh,” the girl answered breathlessly.

Marco took hold of his shaft. Okay, Marquito, you’re going in, he thought.

He pushed the head between her pink folds, slid it down to her entrance, and pushed. Her hands tightened their grip on his shoulders as he sank slowly into her. He could hear her breathing quicken, as did his own.

When he was all the way inside her, Marco looked up from Jackie’s sex to her face. He’d thought that she might have her eyes closed, or that she’d be looking at him with her lips parted sultrily, or maybe even with a grimace of discomfort from this first-time penetration. But instead, she had a huge grin on her face, and her blue-green eyes sparkled.

“Marco,” she said, in that way she had of saying his name like it was her favorite word, “you’re inside me.”

Marco grinned back at her. “And it’s awesome.”

And suddenly they were kissing, kissing like crazy, the way they had that first night at the Bounce Lounge, except now he was also thrusting into her, and she was wrapping her arms and legs around him to pull him closer, pull him deeper, rhythmically pushing her hips against his to ensure that he went as far inside her as possible on every thrust.

He didn’t know how long it went on. He was lost in her, in the warmth and ardor of her touch, the alluring smell of her skin and hair, the taste of her lips and mouth and tongue against his, and the hot, agonizing sweetness of being inside her, gripped by her. The sounds she made spoke of both gratification and desperation, as though she were eating something so delicious that she couldn’t consume it fast enough. And in between the moans and whines, the panting breaths in his ear were in time with his own.

Soon, it started to become too much for Marco. He could feel his need rising toward the breaking point.

“Jackie,” he panted, “I’m gonna-”

“So am I!” she gasped. “Right...about...NOW!”

He plunged in as deep as he could and held onto her as tightly as she held onto him, and they shuddered and clutched and cried out their pleasure in unison.

When it was over, Jackie moved to one side of the massage table, so that there was just enough room for Marco to lie down next to her. He did, and she rolled onto her side, put her arm around him, and rested her head on his shoulder.

“That was awesome,” Marco said dreamily.

“Soooo awesome,” Jackie agreed in a tone that made Marco think of melted chocolate. She ran her hand across Marco’s bare chest and added, “I wanna do that with you…”—she paused to think—“…a whole lot.”

Marco felt a twinge down below; despite having just had the most powerful orgasm of his life, his arousal was already beginning to return.

As they lay together, they could easily hear Star’s unabashed cries of passion coming from the next room, along with Oskar’s grunts and moans. Jackie grinned at Marco.

“They’re not even trying to be quiet, are they?” she said.

“Nope,” Marco replied with amusement. “I guess that blueflower incense is really doing the trick.”

Jackie looked down at his crotch. “So I see,” she said, pointing to Marco’s returning erection.

Marco looked at Jackie, his gaze travelling from her face down the length of her body and then back up again, stopping at her eyes.

“Incense ain’t got nothin’ to do with it,” he replied.

“Oh, Marco,” Jackie breathed, “I’m really glad you brought all those condoms.” Then she rolled on top of him.

***

Their hour in the massage room ended all too soon. Nonetheless, all four teenagers were happy and relaxed, sporting slightly goofy smiles as they walked out of the Chillaximus Spa.

And there, standing in a semicircle right outside the entrance, were six of the same sort of robed, hooded creatures that had attacked them weeks ago outside the Diaz house.

“Aaaaand here’s the ambush,” Marco sighed.

“Yeah, fine, your crazy trap theory was right,” Star huffed.

“Give us the wand, Mewman,” their apparent leader said to Star. He stood near the back of the group and was the only one armed, wielding a wooden club. “And...humans, or whatever you are. Don’t know why Mewmans and humans need different names; you look exactly the same.”

“Dude!” one of the other hooded beings exclaimed. “You can’t say that, that’s racist!”

“Yeah,” a third one said. “I mean, beating them up is one thing, but-”

As the hooded monsters argued amongst themselves, Jackie said, “Well, at least they’re not taking us by surprise this time.” Her tone was casual, but Marco could see a glint in her eye.

Looking with confusion at the arguing creatures, Star said, “I guess we’ll just...go ahead and kick their butts, then?”

“Um, yeah, okay,” Oskar replied.

“Good thing I came prepared,” Marco said. He reached into his fanny pack and took out several flat, shiny metal items.

“You brought throwing stars?” Star asked.

“They’re the only weapon I own that fits in the fanny pack,” Marco replied. “The hard part was keeping them from poking holes in the condoms.”

“Um, you DID keep them from doing that, right?” Jackie asked.

“Oh, yeah, yeah,” Marco replied, pulling the fanny pack open. “See, I put this little piece of cardboard in here to-”

“Enough yapping!” the hooded leader suddenly shouted. “Let’s get ‘em!”

The hooded figures charged. Star, who apparently had decided not to rely on her wand, leaped into the air and kicked the lead attacker in the chest, knocking him back into the club-brandishing leader and making both of them fall to the ground. Marco threw a star at one of the others, hitting it in the chest; the hooded humanoid yelled “Ouch!” and stopped to pull the spiky weapon out of its skin. Marco ducked under a punch from another assailant and landed a powerful counterpunch to its ribs, making the creature buckle. Another of the attackers went after Oskar, but a blast of the boy’s fire-breath forced it to keep its distance.

The last hooded figure went after Jackie. Seeing her simply standing there, waiting, the creature sneered, “What, too scared to charge in like your friends?”

“I like to let the guy make the first move,” she replied casually.

The monster lunged at her with both hands. Jackie let it push her to the ground but, as it did so, seized its wrists and took it down with her. Then she shoved her sneakered feet up into its abdomen and sent her attacker flying head-first into the outer wall of the spa.

“Star was right,” she commented to no one in particular. “These guys are idiots.”

The leader roughly shoved off the cohort that was on top of him. Then he stood up and raised his club over his shoulder like a baseball bat.

Star was punching one of the other hooded figures in the gut and didn’t see the leader coming her way until he was already swinging his club at her. But she was quick and managed to jump back just in time to avoid the swing. She felt the resulting breeze, but she also felt drops of something thick and slimy land on her exposed arms and face.

“Ewww!” Star cried. “Didn’t your mom and dad ever teach you how to take care of your weapons? Or is the Snot Club the newest thing at Quest Buy?”

The hooded leader seemed to be about to reply when one of Marco’s throwing stars struck it in the forearm, forcing it to drop the club.

“Retreat!” the leader cried, and suddenly all six of the robed humanoids were running through a hastily scissored portal that closed rapidly behind them.

“Well, that was pretty easy,” Jackie said as she got to her feet.

“Because we were prepared,” Marco insisted.

“You’re right, Marco,” Star said, clapping a hand on Marco’s shoulder. “Which is why I declare the Most Valuable Player of the Day to be”—she gestured at Marco’s waist—“Marco’s fanny pack!”

“All hail the fanny pack!” Oskar said jocularly.

“The fanny pack rules!” Jackie cheered.

For a split second, Marco couldn’t decide whether to be proud or insulted. Then he settled on amused.

“Ah, the fanny pack,” he said, imitating his grandfather Rogelio’s accent, “she is a thing of great beauty, like the pink intestines of a healthy young goat.”

“Ew, Marco,” Jackie said, chuckling. “No more impressions of your grandpa.”

“And that’s him dialing it back,” Marco replied. Then he looked around at the others. “You guys ready to head home?”

“Definitely,” Star said. “Mostly because I need to shower again.”

She cut open a portal with her scissors, and they all went through, talking and laughing. And none of them, not even Star, noticed the way that the traces of goo left on the magical princess’ face and arms absorbed into her skin and vanished.

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