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Smooshed, or, The Nine Wives of Marco Diaz	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Star vs. The Forces of Evil Views: 15416 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 11: Cheer Up
Star was on the beach. The sun was gone, a chill wind lashed at her long hair, and the wet sand was cold beneath her bare feet.
“Where is it?” she said rapidly, her blonde head whipping this way and that. “Where did it go? I need to find it!”
She dropped to her knees and began to dig. The cold of the sand penetrated her hands, chilling her fingers to their bones, but she didn’t stop, didn’t dare stop.
“I have to find it,” she whispered to herself. “Before it’s too late.”
“Oh, it’s much too late,” a high, inhuman voice replied.
Star did not stop digging, but she did look up. There, half concealed in shadow, was the face of the eyeless white unicorn from the Realm of Magic.
“It can’t be too late,” Star insisted. “It can’t! I need it!”
Without opening its mouth, the unicorn said, “You lost it when you killed me. Now you’ll never, ever get it back.”
And then the white unicorn did open its mouth, with its big, square teeth—not to speak, but to lunge at Star’s face. Star screamed.
She woke up. Then she threw her arm around Marco, seizing him like a big stuffed animal. Daylight was beginning to shine in through the bedroom windows.
“Another nightmare?” Marco murmured.
“Mmm-hmm,” she replied, her voice muffled by his chest. Then she looked up at his face, sighed, and went on, “Every time I think I might be done with them, I have another one.”
“I’m sorry,” Marco said, stroking her hair. “You’ve had it pretty rough. And you know you don’t deserve all this torment. You did what you had to do.”
“I know,” Star sighed. “But…I don’t think it’s about what I deserve.”
“Then what is it about?”
“I dunno. Mom thinks it’s my own mind trying to tell me something. But I’m not sure what, or why my stupid mind is being so cryptic and creepy about it.”
“Well, maybe some breakfast will help.”
“It can’t hurt.”
***
Star had been hoping for some light breakfast-table chitchat. She didn’t get it.
“We need to talk about the break-in,” Arms said firmly, her serious demeanor only slightly undercut by the matron-shaped bottle of Mrs. Bunting’s Blueberry Syrup in her hand. “I mean, it’s great that we have more security now, but we still need to know the who and the why if we’re going to make sure it never happens again.”
“Maybe they were just here to rob the place,” Janna said. “I mean, this is a palace; there’s plenty of valuables here. Heck, I’ve stolen a bunch of stuff already.”
“Why?” Arms said, giving Janna an odd look. “You live here.”
“Yeahhhh,” Janna replied uninformatively as she leaned back in her chair.
“Anyway, I don’t think robbery was the motif,” Star replied.
“You mean, the ‘motive’?” Jackie asked.
“Yeah, not that either,” Star replied. “Like I said before, I don’t know who most of those guys were, but one of them was definitely Manfred.”
“Your parents’ old butler?” Marco asked.
“Uh-huh. I’d know his cheap cologne anywhere.”
“Didn’t you tell us that he went off into the woods with Mina Loveberry and the other monster-haters after the war?” Arms asked. “Ugh, I hate that those people are still just running around out there when they ought to be on trial for war crimes.”
“Yeah,” Star sighed. “Apparently, even in a post-Smoosh world, Mina Loveberry is still one of the bad guys.”
“But,” Hekapoo replied, “Mina and her merry band of buttholes are from Mewni. Which means-”
“Hey,” Janna cut in, “don’t say ‘buttholes’ like it’s a bad thing.”
Ignoring Janna, Hekapoo went on, “Which means Mina and the other monster-haters live in this dimension now. I thought this big invasion we’re prepping for was supposed to come from Woolandia.”
Kelly spoke up. “The Possessed may not have figured out how to get their whole army here yet, but by now, they can probably send at least a few people at a time. I’d bet six feet of hair that they’ve already sent an advance team to recruit help in this dimension.”
Hekapoo added, “To spy on us or sabotage us before their full army arrives, you mean.” Kelly nodded.
“And since we defeated her and messed up her whole psychotic plan,” Star added, “Mina and her cronies have plenty of reasons to hate me and Marco, and I guess the rest of you by association or whatever. I’m sure they’d team up with anybody who could help them get revenge.”
“And probably kill a few monsters while they’re at it,” Arms replied with a bitterness that raised eyebrows in the room. Seeing the others’ reactions, Arms explained, “My family, we’re all part monster. Hence the extra limbs,” she said, making a shrugging gesture with all four of her arms.
“So where is Mina’s crew now?” Jackie asked.
“Last we saw,” Star replied, “they ran off into the Forest of Certain Death. I’m willing to bet they’re still there.”
“That’s a pretty big area to search,” Marco said. “Not to mention kinda dangerous.”
Arms said, “We should send armed search parties to look for them. Since we’ve got plenty of gold, I bet I could hire some of my parents’ former knights.”
“Good idea!” Star replied.
When no one seemed to have anything to add, Star looked around at the others and said, “Now, on to a more fun subject: Anybody have suggestions about who Marco’s next bride should be?”
Janna snorted. “Isn’t it obvious? Brittney Wong.”
“Right,” Jackie said, nodding as though Janna had just pointed out something so readily apparent that Jackie felt she should have thought of it herself. “Definitely.”
“Who’s Brittney Wong?” Arms asked. “Is she a good fighter? Also, is she hot?”
“Wait wait wait,” Marco said, holding up his palms. “Before we get into all that, in what sense of the word ‘obvious’ is it obvious that we should pick Brittney? She does not like me.”
“Marco,” Janna said, gesturing at the other girls, “other than Star, were you right about how any of us felt about you before we joined the harem?”
“No,” Marco conceded, his eyes falling to the level of Janna’s shins.
Jackie added, “Brittney’s athletic, she has leadership experience, and she’s got that hot cheerleader bod. She’s totally the right choice.”
“Hmmm,” Hekapoo said, nodding as she stood up to reach for the syrup. “She sounds perfect. Marco seems to dig the athletic type.” She smiled and wiggled her hips as she added, “Even if he also likes a plush ass.”
Marco had to admit that Brittney, for all her failings, was at least an attractive girl. And maybe there was more to her than met the eye. Janna was right that Marco had been wrong about this stuff before. A lot.
“In fact,” Star said, “I think we should go see her right after school lets out.”
“Well,” Marco replied slowly, “if you guys are sure…”
“We’re very sure,” Janna said—albeit mainly because she was morbidly curious to see how the uptight cheerleader would react to a marriage offer from Marco—and the other girls nodded in agreement.
“So,” Kelly said, “what should we do until then…” Her voice went sultry as she added, “…Your Highness?”
“Weapons practice,” Marco replied. Then, seeing the expectant looks on the faces of all the girls—most especially Kelly’s—he added, “And then we could do, you know, some other forms of exercise.”
“You mean fucking?” Hekapoo asked teasingly.
“Tit-sucking?” Jackie added.
“Pussy-spanking?” Kelly chimed in.
“Deep anal penetration?” Janna said.
“Um, yeah, any of that,” Marco replied, blushing.
***
The limo arrived at Echo Creek Academy just as the three o’clock bell rang to signal the end of the school day. Per their plan, Star and Marco would approach Brittney, but the rest of the brides-to-be had tagged along to watch.
Marco and Star had planned to go to the athletic field to find Brittney, as she had cheerleading practice there every Monday and Wednesday. So they were surprised to see her coming out the school’s main doors amongst a flood of other kids. She wasn’t wearing her cheerleader uniform, either—just ordinary jeans and a light sweater.
“Maybe we got the day wrong,” Star said. “I mean, we haven’t been to school in a while, so we’re a little out of touch.”
“Yeah, that’s probably it,” Marco replied.
“Hey,” Star said, “that feels nice.”
“What does?”
“You agreeing with me. That hasn’t happened a lot lately.”
“Star, I-”
“Wait, here she comes.”
As the Asian cheerleader approached, Marco tried not to sound as awkward as he felt as he said, “Heyyyyy, Brittney. You, uh, ready for another season of cheering the Echo Creek Opossums on to…well, ‘victory’ might be a little optimistic, given our team’s record, but-”
“No,” Brittney interrupted. “That’s all over now.”
“Huh?” Star said. “What’s all over? You mean you’re not the captain of the cheer squad anymore?”
“I mean I’m not a cheerleader anymore,” Brittney replied bitterly. “The whole squad’s been replaced.”
“Replaced?” Marco said.
“By who?” Star asked.
“Take a look,” Brittney said, pointing toward the football field.
Star looked, and there in front of the stands were all of Buff Frog’s kids. They wore cheerleading uniforms and were stacked in a standing pyramid. One by one, each of them did a backflip off the pyramid and landed on the ground such that they ended up in a perfect triangular formation.
“Wait, aren’t they too young for middle school?” Marco asked.
“Principal Skeeves saw them doing this on the playground at Echo Elementary and paid their dad to let them cheerlead here,” Brittney groused. “So my life is basically over.”
“Well, it’s not like cheerleading was the only thing you had going for you,” Star said. “I mean, you’re still rich, right?”
Marco cleared his throat—a signal that Star had said something inappropriate—but Star seemed as oblivious to it as usual.
Brittney glowered at Star. “Well, since you asked, no. Turns out we never were. My dad’s been running a Ponzi scheme for the last fifteen years, but he got caught, and now he’s off to Federal prison. My mom and me have until the end of the month to move out of our house.”
“Whoa,” said Marco.
Brittney moved the focus of her glower from Star to the ground.
“So…what are you going to do?” Marco asked.
“I don’t know,” Brittney said. “Everything that made me special is gone. Now I’m just one more stupid kid going to this stupid school.”
“Man,” Star said, “there’s a lot of that going around.”
Brittney looked up at Star. “What do you mean?”
“I used to be a magical princess from another dimension. Now I’m none of the above. My friend Arms used to be a princess with a rich family, too, and now she’s not. And then there’s Hekapoo.”
“Heka-who?”
“She used to be made of magic and uber-powerful, was on the Magical High Commission, yadda yadda yadda. And then suddenly, she’s stocking shelves at the fabric store.”
“Huh.”
“But you know what?” Star said. “We’ve all found an amazing new life since then, and so can you. You wouldn’t even have to go to school anymore.”
Brittney’s eyes brightened at that. “Really?”
Marco wasn’t sure that dropping out of school should really be used as a selling point; he was still kind of iffy about it himself, even though his parents were weirdly okay with it. But Star was on a roll, and Marco figured he should just let her do her thing.
“That’s right,” Star said to Brittney. “We spend our days preparing for the invasion that the Oracle says is coming. Oh, and having tons of sex, because each of Marco’s brides needs to get preggers so she’ll be immune to the invaders’ mind control.”
Having seen Star make this impossible pitch to five girls in a row without getting her face laughed in even once, Marco wasn’t completely surprised when Brittney didn’t run away screaming. What did surprise him was what Brittney said in response.
“You know,” she said, “I’ve never told anybody, but…I’ve always had a little crush on Marco.”
Star turned to the visibly surprised Marco with a self-satisfied expression. “What’d I tell you? Girl magnet.”
“Yeah, okay,” Marco replied, glad that at least he didn’t owe Star another six hundred dollars. Not that he needed the money; he just didn’t need Star lording it over him.
“And at this point,” Brittney continued, “becoming a queen would be a big upgrade. So, yeah, I’m in.”
***
Eddie drove all of them back to the palace, and soon Marco and the seven girls were in the main hall. Per what had become tradition, Marco was about to escort Brittney to the royal bedroom. But Brittney spied the nearby parlor and led Marco that way instead.
“Marco,” Brittney said as the two of them entered the parlor, the others following behind curiously, “before we do anything else, there’s something I want to do for you.” She looked around at the group as she added, “For all of you.”
“Um, what is it?” Marco asked.
He was half expecting an apology for Brittney’s past treatment of him, Star, and the other girls in the room who had been Brittney’s classmates. After all, the cheerleader had been consistently scornful of Star ever since the Mewnian princess’ arrival on Earth, and even before then, she’d never been one to give Marco, Jackie, or Janna the time of day.
So Marco was surprised when Brittney instead pulled out her phone, synced it to the room’s stereo system, and began to play a clubby-sounding pop song. And he was especially surprised when Brittney started dancing—in a way that would have gotten her kicked out of any dance at Echo Creek Academy, or off the football field.
First, she turned her back to the group and looked back at them over her shoulder as she swayed her ass from side to side to the rhythm of the music. Then she pulled her sweater up and off, tossed it away, and turned back around. Now, she was wearing just a strappy little white tank top above her jeans.
She shook her chest at them for a moment; there wasn’t much to shake, as Brittney had only the barest beginnings of boobs, but Marco found the movement erotic nonetheless. Then Brittney turned away again and, with a coquettish over-the-shoulder smile at the group, peeled off the tank top, her fully bare back indicating that she was not wearing a bra. Then Brittney undid the button and zipper of her jeans before shimmying out of them, revealing the teensy blue-and-white striped panties she had on underneath.
Star had seen some risqué dance moves at the Bounce Lounge back in the day, but Brittney’s performance was blowing all of those away—not just for its eroticism but also for its athleticism. Brittney didn’t just step out of her dropped jeans: She leaned back in a standing backbend, arching her body backward until her palms touched the floor. She then kicked up into a handstand and, with an upside-down wink at her audience, opened her legs wide, showing off her little mound through her panties.
Brittney then arched her back again until her feet came to rest on the ground, such that the former cheerleader was in a back bridge with her legs apart, showing everyone her panty-clad pussy mound. Even though Marco was having lots of sex with a half-dozen hot girls these days—and had done so as recently as that morning—the sight of Brittney’s barely concealed pussy was making Polo stir.
After a long moment, Brittney bent her arms slightly and then rapidly pushed herself up to standing, facing the group with her feet still wide apart. Then she straightened up and shimmied sexily as she pushed her panties down to her ankles. She stepped one foot out of them and flicked her other leg to toss her striped undies right at Marco, who managed to take his eyes off Brittney just long enough to catch them.
Before Marco could even think of what to do with the striped undies, Brittney took a few twirling steps forward and pressed her slender, naked ass against the crotch of his jeans while bending forward, bucking her body slightly as if Marco were casually fucking her from behind. After a few seconds of this, Brittney straightened up and leaned her head back next to Marco’s.
“Sometimes,” Brittney said, “I used to fantasize about dancing for you…just like this.”
“That…That’s a great fantasy,” Marco replied breathlessly.
Marco could feel Brittney’s desire—both for him, and for the specific thing she hoped he would do. So he reached around her and ran his hands slowly down her body, starting at her collarbones and moving down over her small breasts, then her flat, toned stomach, and finally between her tan thighs. The other girls, sensing that the dance was over, applauded, which seemed to make Brittney even more aroused.
“I’m five hundred and seven years old, and that’s just in Mewnian years,” Hekapoo said as she clapped, “and I can count on one four-fingered hand the number of dance performances I’ve seen that were as hot as that one.”
“Well then,” Marco said suggestively, putting his arms around Brittney’s toned midriff, “shall we adjourn to the bedroom?”
Brittney looked up at him and, just as suggestively, replied, “Nuh-uh.”
Marco was a little taken aback. It had never even occurred to him that Brittney might actually say no.
But then she elaborated, “I don’t want to go to the bedroom. I want to do it right here.”
“Ohhhhh,” Marco replied. Then, glancing around at the furniture, he said, “Well, in that case, shall we adjourn to the couch?”
“Yeah, that’s more like it,” Brittney said.
With springing steps, the naked Brittney jogged over to the sofa and bent over to put her hands on the back of it. Then she shook her bare ass at Marco and chanted like she was leading a cheer on the football field.
“Go Marco! Come fuck me! Guaranteed you’re gettin’ lucky!”
For a moment, Marco thought that Brittney was just being dramatic; they hadn’t so much as kissed yet, much less engaged in any actual foreplay, so surely she wasn’t ready for the main event. But Brittney’s pussy was so wet that she was obviously ready to go; apparently, performing in front of Marco and the others had been all the foreplay she needed. And feeling the pressure of his swelling cock against the inside of his skinny jeans, Marco realized that Brittney’s exotic dance had been all the foreplay he needed, too.
The naked Brittney straightened up and turned back around, then came over to Marco and turned him to face the other girls, who by this time had all sat down in the room’s various loveseats and easy chairs to watch. Marco got the hint and stripped, trying to make a bit of a show of it while Brittney danced naked behind him. The other girls, clearly in the spirit of things, whooped and hollered as Marco threw them his clothes piece by piece. When he finally tossed them his red boxers, Janna and Kelly leaped up and collided with each other as they tried to catch the flying undies like the bouquet at a wedding.
Once Marco was naked, Brittney walked in a bouncy, high-stepping fashion over to a rather high daybed-style sofa. She lay back on it and, with a wide smile, opened her legs in a full split.
“Looks like I’ve got a lot of new uses for my cheerleading skills,” she said wickedly.
“Go team!” Marco replied.
“Now c’mere and score one.”
“Oh yeah,” Marco said eagerly as he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock. “I’m goin’ deep in that end zone.”
Star stood up and said to the other girls, “Well, ladies, shall we give these two a little privac-”
“No!” Brittney cried, startling Marco. She took a moment to calm herself before she continued, “I, I want you all to stay. And…watch.”
“Ohhh, now I get it,” Marco replied. “You’re an exi- exhiba- You like being watched.”
“I really, really do,” Brittney breathed in reply.
“Wow,” Arms said. “Looks like we’ve got a performer in the crew.”
“Yeah,” Janna agreed. “Jackie’s the Titty Queen, I’m the Anal Princess, Arms is the handjob maestro, Kelly’s into getting spanked, Hekapoo likes having her ass handled, and now we’ve got our own exi-, um, hexa- showoff,” she concluded.
“Hey,” Star said, “you didn’t say what my thing is.”
“Well,” Janna replied, “what is your thing?”
Star blinked. “I…I don’t know.”
Marco walked to the end of the daybed, but he didn’t get on top of Brittney because she obviously wanted to be as exposed as possible. Besides, she had artfully scooched herself down so that her ass was at the edge of the bed, such that Marco could easily penetrate her standing up.
The boy to care to ease into her slowly; Brittney might have been crazy horny, but she was still presumably a virgin. And even if she wasn’t, it was a statistical near impossibility that she’d ever taken a dick the size of Marco’s. Brittney let out a long, loud moan as Marco slowly but steadily buried his thick shaft inside her.
As soon as he was all the way in, Marco began pumping her, going slow and deep so that everyone could see Brittney taking his cock to the hilt on every stroke. Brittney spread her legs even wider and moaned, putting her hands to her own small breasts and fondling them—as much for her audience’s pleasure as for her own.
“Omigod, Marco, you’re so fucking big,” she groaned.
“Don’t worry,” Arms called. “You’ll get used to it.”
“But you never really get used to it,” Janna added with a grin.
“Wow,” Hekapoo murmured. “It’s amazing to watch a young girl take that beautiful monster for the first time.”
“Seriously,” Kelly agreed.
The green-haired girl looked around at the reactions of the others. Then she prodded Jackie, who was sitting next to her.
“Hey,” Kelly said in a half whisper, “Star looks a little bummed out.”
Jackie looked over at Star, who was watching the action but, indeed, didn’t quite seem to share the others’ enthusiasm. Then Jackie looked at Marco and Brittney, who were so aroused that they had already picked up their pace and were fucking in time to the music. Their rhythm made Jackie remember Brittney’s impromptu cheer from earlier.
“I think,” Jackie whispered to Kelly, “I might know how to take Star’s mind off things.”
Jackie jumped up from the sofa, making her big breasts bounce once with the movement. The blonde girl had never had more than passing interest in being a cheerleader, but she’d been to plenty of Echo Creek football games and had seen the squad in action many times. So she started dancing like a cheerleader would, in the same rhythm at which Marco and Brittney were fucking. Her boobs bounced merrily as she moved.
“Go Marco! Go Marco! Go, go, go Marco!” she cheered.
As it happened, there was cheerleading in Woolandia, too, although the pom-poms were generally small, hairy animals, and the cheerleaders would brawl before halftime to decide who would be at the top of the pyramid. So Kelly knew exactly what to do as she leaped up next to Jackie and started dancing and chanting like she was.
“Go Brittney! You can take it!
You’ve got what it takes to make it!
Go Brittney, go Brittney, go, go, go Brittney!”
Suddenly, Star was on her feet next to them. She might have been feeling a bit low, but she couldn’t ignore an opportunity to dance. And the ad-libbed cheering just added to the fun factor. So she shook her groove thing and performed a chant of her own.
“Go Marco! You’re a winner!
You’re definitely no beginner!
And when you go boom
You’re gonna fill up that womb
Put your baby right up in her!
Go Marco, go Marco, go, go, go Marco!”
Then, to the surprise of pretty much everyone, Janna leaped up and joined in, pointing a finger at Brittney as she danced and rapped.
“Never seen anything this porny!
You’re makin’ that boy so horny!
He’s hard as a rock
So keep takin’ that cock
And, uh…this is just getting corny,” she finished lamely, sinking back into her chair.
Brittney didn’t think she could possibly have had a more exciting welcome to Marco’s harem, because being watched and cheered for was making her horny as hell. Perhaps that was because, even though she’d never had much interest in having a kid and all the style-cramping that came with that, she found herself burning with the desire to get pregnant by Marco.
Maintaining her full split, Brittney did a half-crunch on the daybed, raising her torso enough that she could grab hold of Marco’s hips and encourage him to fuck her faster by the use of her hands and arms, as well as her words.
“C’mon, Marco, get me preggers!” she cried, bucking her hips. “I want everybody to see you knock me up!”
“Oh, they’re gonna see it,” Marco assured her breathlessly.
He fucked her harder and faster. Brittney began moaning, panting, and whimpering nonstop. She hadn’t been a virgin in the physical sense, having sneaked her mom’s vibrator into her own room on several occasions, but this experience left those in the distant, dusty rear view. Now, she was dying to know what it would feel like when Marco shot his big, fertile cumload up into her.
Marco could sense Brittney’s desire, and it aroused him beyond all reason. He fucked the nubile cheerleader at full force, feeling his climax and his load of seed building inside him moment by moment.
“Gonna…knock you…up…Brittney,” he grunted. “Right…in front…of…EVERYONE!”
He felt like the Old Youthful geyser as he exploded and fired a massive torrent of hot semen up into Brittney’s waiting womb. Brittney screamed bloody murder and thrashed and bucked like mad as she felt the thick, near-scalding liquid flood into her deepest place.
The moment Marco and Brittney’s orgasms subsided, the other brides-to-be burst into applause. Which made Brittney so horny that she and Marco immediately gave them an encore.
***
Later, while Marco and Brittney were getting cleaned up and the other girls were having refreshments in the parlor, Jackie noticed Star wander out onto the balcony. Jackie followed Star and moved up next to her where she stood with her hands on the rail, looking out at the town.
“Hey,” Jackie said. “What’s going on with you today? You’ve been looking depressed ever since we brought Brittney home. I mean, I know she was never nice to you—or anybody, really—but you seemed fine with it when we all talked this morning about bringing her on board.”
“It’s got nothing to do with Brittney,” Star replied with a sigh. “I was just thinking about what Janna said about me not having a, you know, a special sex thing, even though all the other girls have them.”
“Maybe we just haven’t figured out what it is yet,” Jackie replied. “But even if you don’t have one, is that really a big deal? I mean, Marco obviously likes having sex with you as much as he likes having it with any of us.” She smiled just a little as she added, “And in case it’s not obvious, I like having sex with you, too.”
Star chuckled wanly. “Thanks, but it’s not really that. It just makes me wonder…What if I’m not actually meant to be one of the nine queens?”
“What?” Jackie replied. “That’s crazy! I mean, you’re the first one Marco picked.”
“Yeah, but Marco has always been clueless about who his brides should be. I mean, I had to argue with him to get him to pick you.” Seeing the uncertain look on Jackie’s face, Star quickly clarified, “I don’t mean he didn’t want to pick you in particular. I just mean that since you were the first bride after me, Marco needed a lot of convincing about the whole ‘brides, plural’ thing. But he was definitely into you.
“Anyway, the Oracle told me and Marco about him needing nine brides, but she never said that I was supposed to be one of them. So maybe Marco only picked me because I was his girlfriend already.”
“But you’re, like, the hub of all this,” Jackie replied. “You helped Marco choose all of us.”
“That could just mean that I was meant to help Marco in, you know, an advisory kind of way. Not to actually be one of his brides.”
Jackie let out a rapid sigh.
“Okay,” she said, “you know how you get frustrated with Marco for not believing things that are obvious to the rest of us?”
“So frustrated,” Star agreed.
“Well, that’s kind of how I’m feeling right now,” Jackie said. “Because it could not be more incredibly, glaringly, blindingly obvious that you and Marco were meant to be together, prophecy or not.”
“She’s right.”
The two girls whirled around to find Marco standing behind them. Before either of them could speak, Marco continued, “Star, I’m still not a hundred percent convinced that everything the Oracle or the Spirit or whoever says isn’t total malarkey. But I am one hundred percent convinced that I want to be with you. For life.”
Star grabbed Marco and hugged him tight.
“I love you, Marco,” she said, her voice a bit muffled by the fabric of his hoodie.
He smiled and closed his eyes as he held her. “I love you too, Star.”
After a moment, Star raised her head to look at Marco’s face and said, “Although I wish you could get over the ‘malarkey’ thing.”
“It’s just that I don’t get it,” Marco said. “We’re living in a world without magic, so how can the Spirit possibly predict the future?”
“Marco,” Star said, “we just have to accept that the Spirit is a special being with insight beyond anything we mere mortals can comprehend. We’ll probably never understand what the Spirit really is.”
***
In his bedroom in the Underworld, Tom answered his phone. He didn’t even have a chance to say anything before Rosa spoke.
“It’s a virus.”
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