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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 13: Show, Don’t Tell
The next morning, Marco had something that had become a rarity: time to himself. The girls had decided to go clothes shopping at the mall, and Marco was perfectly happy not to be included in that activity.
After they left, Buff Frog dropped by to deliver newly forged weapons for the two newest brides: two daggers for Hekapoo, each of which resembled half of a pair of scissors; and a pair of flails for Brittney, which had multiple spiked heads and reminded Marco a bit of pom-poms.
After Buff Frog left, Marco spent some time practicing with his bokken, whacking the various practice dummies in the training room in rapid succession. By using the proper footwork, he was able to tag eight of them in as many seconds. As he now knew from experience, it would be a lot harder to do that against targets that could dodge or block his attacks—and hit back—but the point of this exercise was just to practice the movements until he got them down. It comforted him to know that every successful hit might mean one less Possessed to fight.
When he was finished practicing, he showered and got dressed. He was just emerging from the bedroom and thinking about what to do next when the elevator doors opened and his seven queens-to-be flooded out. Every one of them seemed to have at least two large shopping bags in her arms. Marco was grateful that he didn’t have to foot the bill for any of this; even with his monthly Princess Turdina royalty checks, he’d still have to work double shifts at Britta’s taco truck to earn enough to support his seven fiancées, whose numbers included some serious clothes-horses. (Marco tried to banish the image that this expression brought to mind, of the body-less Ponyhead with a pink evening gown dangling limply from her neck).
Brittney had worn one of her new outfits home. The moment Marco’s eyes fell on his newest bride-to-be in her just-bought ensemble, he couldn’t look away.
“Wow, Brittney,” Marco said, staring. “That’s, um, kind of a different direction for you, fashion-wise.”
“I figured,” the girl replied cheerfully, “new life, new clothes.”
Marco slowly panned his gaze up Brittney’s body as he took in her new ensemble. It began with orange heels high enough to make Brittney’s chest push forward and her ass backward. Then came a long stretch of bare leg, followed by an extremely short, pleated black skirt and then her exposed midriff. Above that was a tiny orange top that was cropped so high that the undersides of Brittney’s small, firm breasts were exposed.
“Nice, huh?” Star said to Marco. “She’s got just the right amount of underboob.”
“Yeah,” Jackie agreed. “Braless is a good look for you.”
“Wow,” Brittney replied, smiling broadly. “Coming from the Titty Queen, that means a lot.”
Brittney kept smiling as she turned to Marco. She had always liked being looked at, but now she was coming to love it—especially when Marco was doing the looking. She turned her body this way and that, wanting to keep his eyes on her.
“What do you think of my new outfit, Marco?” Brittney asked coyly.
She spun around, making her short black skirt flare out and revealing the bright-orange thong panties she wore beneath. Even in that brief moment of exposure, Marco could clearly make out both the mound and the split of Brittney’s pussy beneath the fabric—which was about all that it covered, leaving Brittney’s tight, tan, curvy ass fully exposed.
Despite having been Brittney’s classmate for years, Marco had somehow never exactly noticed what an amazing body she had: well-toned and tightly shapely in all the right places. Had her previously unpleasant personality blinded him to her physical beauty? Or was this yet another example of the physical changes that every girl who joined Marco’s harem seemed to undergo?
“Um,” Marco said, “you, you look amazing.”
Brittney’s cheeks went slightly pink, and Marco could actually see her pupils dilate. She came closer to him.
“Tell me more,” Brittney said in a near-whisper. Putting her lips to his ear, she continued, “Tell me everything you like about the way I look. Everything you like about my body. Everything. And use dirty words.”
“Well, uh,” Marco stammered, “I like the way your, um, tits look in that top, and, and those panties show off your, uh, your peach really nicely, and-”
With agility that even a prima ballerina would be hard-pressed to match, Brittney leaped up and snared Marco’s waist between her bare legs while simultaneously applying enough sideways torque to turn them both around. Now, her back was against the wall and Marco, pulled off balance, was pressing her against it with his body.
“Please, Marco,” she gasped. “Fuck me. Fuck me right here, with everyone watching. And don’t stop talking.”
Marco probably would have like Brittney’s new outfit on any of the girls, but Brittney looked unbelievably sexy in it. No, not just sexy—she looked fuckable. Irresistibly fuckable, if the stiffening in Marco’s pants was anything to go by.
“Well,” Marco replied, already breathing a bit heavily, “if that’s what you want…”
He kissed her, hard and passionately, and Brittney’s slender fingers wound in his hair as she wrapped one leg around his waist and pulled his crotch hard against hers. She moved slowly up and down, grinding against him, and Marco could feel the heat of her pussy through his skinny jeans. Now, he needed his erect cock freed from what was becoming its painful confinement inside his pants.
“Take it out for me,” he said. “Show everyone how big it looks in your dainty little hand, so they’ll know what it’s going to be like for you when I shove it deep in your pussy.”
She unzipped his pants and retrieved his cock through the fly of his boxers, shifting her position to ensure that the other girls could see it.
“Omigosh, Polo’s grown some more!” Star shouted. Then she looked at Marco’s face and said, “Don’t put it in her yet. I’ll be right back!”
Star raced out of the room and reappeared moments later with the ruler, which she put against the side of Marco’s erection.
“Look, everybody!” Star shouted. “Polo’s not just a big wiener—he’s a foot-long!” All the girls cheered.
“Oh, God,” Brittney panted, running her slender-fingered hand up and down Marco’s erection the moment Star took the ruler away. “I need you to put that inside me.”
“Yeah?” Marco said, playing along with Brittney’s request. “You want me to shove this up your wet little pussy in front of all these girls? You want them all to watch you get fucked hard and deep?”
Brittney pulled the narrow crotch of her orange thong panties aside, showing Marco her bare, wet pussy. Then, having an idea, she turned sideways to Marco and lifted one leg until she was doing a standing split, with her ankle resting on Marco’s shoulder and her body facing the other girls.
“There,” she said, panting with lust. “Now everyone can see.”
“Looks like we’re going to have some entertainment,” Hekapoo said.
“Wigburn!” Star shouted. “Popcorn for everyone!”
Wigburn appeared in the doorway, said, “Right away, Your Highness,” and scurried away again.
“Oh, yeah,” Brittney said raspily to Marco. “Let’s put on a show for all your wives.”
“Hey, why keep the show to just us?” Janna said, pulling out her phone and opening the camera app. “Let’s livestream this fuckfest.”
“Oh, God, yes,” Brittney gasped.
Marco wasn’t sure he wanted the internet to watch him have sex with Brittney or anyone else, but he was sure that this would make Brittney deliriously happy. So he was willing to put on a show with her and try to block out any thoughts of who might be watching. Like his parents—not because he thought they’d be ashamed, but because he couldn’t handle the mental image of them cheering him on through the TV.
In a matter of minutes, Star, Jackie, Janna, Arms, Kelly, and Hekapoo were all seated around the parlor, passing around buckets of popcorn as they watched the action in front of them. Janna had set her phone on a side table and used the little kickstand in the case to keep it pointed at Marco and Brittney.
Both Marco and Brittney were more than horny enough to get straight to the fucking. But Marco knew Brittney wanted to make a show out of this, so before doing anything else, he grasped the hem of her crop top.
“Let’s show everybody these sweet little tits of yours,” he said.
When he pulled up Brittney’s top to expose her pert breasts to the camera, the former cheerleader gasped so loudly that Marco thought for a moment that she had already cum.
In addition to streaming the event, Janna had apparently decided to emcee it, because now she said, “Hey, viewers. The Royal Family is proud to show you some of the best ta-tas in town.” Brittney gasped in arousal at the compliment.
Seeing Brittney’s body in this state of exposure, with all of the important bits uncovered, was driving Marco wild with horniness. And Brittney clearly being very ready, Marco saw no reason for any further delay. So he grabbed his cock—he could barely get his hand around it now—put its head against Brittney’s drenched pussy-hole, and pushed in.
“Oh, God!” Brittney cried. This was the horniest she had ever been in her life, and being penetrated by Marco’s long, girthy member while knowing that everyone in the room—and who knew how many others who were watching the livestream—could see it going inside her, inch after inch.
“Oh yes…” she panted, “oh yes, Marco, push it in, push it all the way in, I want everybody to see it when you go balls-deep in me…”
Marco managed to control himself enough to ease his cock in slowly—not because Brittney wouldn’t be able to take him shoving it in harder but because he knew she wanted her audience to watch her take every inch. So he pushed in gradually until his pubis was pressed against hers and his balls were hanging heavily against the thigh of her standing leg.
“Go Brittney!” Jackie cheered. “You just took a twelve-inch cock!”
“And everybody saw it!” Janna added.
“Nnnnnhh!” Brittney whimpered through her teeth. Her free hand gripped Marco’s shoulder as she cried, “NNNNNH!”
Marco could scarcely believe it; Brittney was cumming just from being penetrated in front of an audience. To add to her enjoyment as well as his own, he started fucking her, using just enough force to overcome her pussy’s grip on his cock.
“That’s right,” he murmured in her ear as he pumped her. “Cum for all the nice viewers at home.”
“NNNNNGH!” she cried again.
Even when Brittney finished cumming, Marco didn’t stop fucking her for even a moment. He could tell that the climax she had just reached could easily be the first of many, with just a dip between each peak and the next. He just had to keep her feeling good while also making sure she knew she was the center of attention.
Fucking her a little harder, Marco said a bit breathily, “So, you think I’ve gotten you pregnant yet? Or do you think all those people watching are about to see you get knocked up? So months from now, when they see your big, pregnant belly, they’ll all remember this moment?”
“Ha! Haaah! God, yes!” Brittney cried, clearly already getting close to another peak. So Marco starting fucking her a full speed.
“They’re all…gonna…see it,” he panted, “when I…shoot my…load…in you…and get you…pregnant…NOW!”
He came, and so did Brittney, screaming and clutching at Marco as he grunted loudly and pumped a heavy load of seed up into her womb.
“All right!” Janna said. “You saw it here first, folks: Brittney Wong maybe getting knocked up right before your eyes. But the fun’s not over yet!”
Hekapoo was sitting next to Jackie on one of the sofas. The curvaceous redhead turned to her busty blonde fellow bride-to-be.
“Hey,” Hekapoo said, “wanna sit on my lap so I can play with those big, sweet tits of yours while we watch?”
“Sounds perfect,” Jackie replied.
She got up and moved over to sit her ass—now notably curvier than it had been before Jackie joined the harem—on Hekapoo’s thick thighs. Hekapoo pulled up Jackie’s crop top and began fondling the girl’s substantial endowments. Their growth seemed to be slowing, but they nonetheless had perceptibly exceeded the soccer-ball-like dimensions they’d had a couple of days earlier.
After his climax finished, Marco kept pumping Brittney slowly. It seemed that he no longer needed any recovery time between having an orgasm and starting his next fuck. Which, given that Marco now had seven horny brides to satisfy, struck him as very handy.
Marco was trying to think of what to say or do to keep Brittney on track for her next orgasm when he saw Janna whisper something to Arms. Arms went over to the banquette, took out a pink vibrator, and applied some lube to it.
Briefly, Marco wondered whether Janna had asked Arms to use the vibe on her—probably in her ass—while the dark-haired girl continued to stream the hot action in front of her. But instead, Arms came up to where Marco and Brittney were slow-fucking, dropped to her knees, and began to push the tip of the vibrator into Brittney’s tight little asshole. Brittney gasped.
“Oh, you like that?” Marco murmured to the teenage cheerleader. “I bet the folks at home are pretty interested to see if you can take it in both holes at once.”
“Yes,” Brittney gasped. “Put it in my ass. Put it all in my ass!”
Arms obliged, pushing the pink vibe into Brittney’s little brown hole until only a bare half-inch remained outside her. Then Arms turned the vibration on low and started fucking Brittney’s asshole with the plastic toy in sync with Marco’s slow pumping of her pussy.
“Oh God,” Brittney whimpered. “Faster, please, faster…”
Marco and Arms both gradually increased their pace. Marco was only fucking Brittney at about half speed when she came again, screaming. But Marco and Arms didn’t slow down at all; in fact, Arms stood up, switched control of the vibrator to one of her lower hands, and used her two upper ones to play with Brittney’s tits.
“Ready to let the world watch you cum for the third time?” Marco murmured. “I bet all your friends from school are watching by now. Especially the Spirit Boys; everyone knows they only became cheerleaders so they’d have an excuse to put their hands all over you…even in front of a crowd.”
“Oh God! Oh yes! I want them to watch!”
Marco plowed Brittney hard and fast, and Arms pumped the vibrator in the pretty cheerleader’s ass with equal vigor. Then Marco grunted “NNGH!” and shot another load far up inside Brittney’s fuck-tunnel, and Brittney screamed as she came again.
After coming down from his climax, Marco could sense that Brittney still wasn’t ready for this to be over. And he knew just what to do to keep all those eyes on her, where she wanted them. He pulled out of her, and Janna focused her phone’s camera on Brittney’s gaping pussy as cum gushed from it.
“Look at all that, folks!” she said. “If Brittney wasn’t preggers before, she’s got to be now.”
Marco had now cum twice, but the idea that came into his head just then had Polo stiffening again within moments.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall,” Marco breathed in Brittney’s ear. “Your fans are about to get an eyeful.”
Britney didn’t hesitate to do as Marco asked, positioning herself so that Janna’s phone camera would capture her body in perfect profile. Then, perhaps guessing what Marco had in mind, Arms got out her own phone and stood right next to Marco, who was now directly behind Brittney, to capture the action from a different angle.
“Good thinking, Arms,” Marco said, making sure to talk loudly enough for Brittney to hear. “Just focus on her asshole. Now that you’ve got it all warmed up for me, I want everybody to see how much it stretches when I put my cock in there.”
Brittney gasped loudly. Her pussy had only barely been able to accommodate Marco’s massive cock; what chance did her asshole have? Yes, Janna had done it (as Brittney had learned from some boisterous talk during her group shower with the girls that morning), but anal was supposed to be Janna’s special thing.
Nonetheless, Brittney was more than excited to try. The idea of losing her anal virginity to Marco’s twelve-incher in front of all the girls and an audience of who-knew-how-many people watching the livestream made Brittney so horny that she almost came again just thinking about it.
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, put it in my ass. Put all that beautiful cock in my ass!”
Even though Brittney’s ass already had some lubrication from the vibrator, Arms figured it would be best to err on the side of caution. So, as she used one hand to continue capturing the action with her phone camera, she used two more hands to give Marco’s thick shaft a generous, glistening coating of clear lube. Arms also decided to join Janna as co-commentator.
“What do you think, viewers?” Arms asked. “Can Janna take this foot-long monster up her ass? As you can see,” she added, grasping the base of Marco’s lube-shiny cock, “I can barely get my hand around it.”
Arms shifted the camera’s view to Brittney’s asshole and continued, “So how’s it supposed to fit up this teeny-tiny little hole? I guess we’re about to find out.”
Marco let Arms put his cockhead against Brittney’s hole. He was a little worried about hurting Brittney, despite Arms’ vibrator having given the cheerleader’s hole a warm-up stretch. Marco also feared that Brittney wouldn’t stop him even if he was hurting her, simply because she wouldn’t want anything to ruin her show.
But it seemed likely that he would sense it if he were truly hurting her. So once his cockhead was snug between Brittney’s asscheeks, he put his hands on her hips and pushed.
“Oooooooaaaaaaaaaah!” Brittney cried as Marco’s cock pushed her hole open wide and then began to sink in.
“That’s right, viewers,” Janna said to her phone as the screen showed inch after inch of Marco’s cock disappearing into Brittney’s obscenely stretched hole, “you’re watching Brittney Wong lose her anal virginity live on camera. And to the biggest cock in Echo Creek! That perfect little ass is getting split in half!”
“Oh God! Oh God!” Brittney screamed as Marco penetrated her deeper, and Marco knew that it was as much because of having an audience as it was from having twelve inches of thick cockshaft shoved up her ass. “Oh God oh God oh God oh God oh God!”
Arms made sure to get a closeup when Marco’s thighs made contact with Brittney’s ass, making it clear that she had taken his entire cock. And she held the closeup as Marco started slowly pumping.
Janna, meanwhile, was recording the event from the other side and several feet away, capturing both Brittney and Marco in full profile. Brittney’s mouth was open as the cheerleader panted for breath, but her eyes were squeezed shut. Then, suddenly, she opened them, and she turned her head to look at Janna—or rather, at Janna’s phone.
“He’s so deep in my ass!” she cried to the viewers. “There’s so much cock in my ass!”
Marco fucked Brittney faster. Janna made sure to capture the rhythmic jiggling of Brittney’s tits as Marco’s hips collided again and again with the lovely curves of the girl’s ass.
“Yeah, Brittney!” Kelly cheered from Hekapoo’s lap, onto which she’d moved after Hekapoo gave Jackie a breast-orgasm. “Way to take that dick!”
“Fuck her harder, Marco!” Janna said, still avidly broadcasting the action. “Let the folks at home see Brittney’s first anal orgasm!”
The very thought drove Brittney mad with lust.
“Yes, Marco, fuck me hard,” she whimpered. “Fuck me till I cum!”
Marco let loose and pounded Brittney’s ass as hard as he could. Brittney started screaming nonstop, insane with pleasure and need. And Marco knew what would put her over the edge.
“Here it…comes…Brittney…” he grunted. “A nice…big…load…up…your…ASS!”
He came, shooting a huge amount of hot cum up into the cheerleader’s depths, and Brittney shrieked like a stabbed harpy as she climaxed like crazy.
When Marco finished cumming and Brittney finished screaming, Jackie noticed Star getting up and going out the glass doors to the balcony. Jackie got up and followed her.
“Star?” Jackie asked. “What are you doing out here? I would have thought you’d want to be part of that crazy live studio audience in there.”
“Yeah,” Star began, “but I can’t stop thinking about the crazy live sex show we had yesterday.”
“You mean when Hekapoo’s head caught on fire?” Jackie asked. “You’re right—that was unforgettable.”
“It’s not just that it was cool,” Star said. “It’s that it shouldn’t even be possible. I mean, magic is dead, including Hekapoo’s magic. How could she get it back, even for a second?”
“Well, magic’s not really my department. Did you ask Hekapoo?”
“Yeah. She’s as clueless as I am. But…I feel like it has to mean something. Just like my nightmares have to mean something. That last one told me there was something I need to find.”
“That’s a little vague,” Jackie said. “How are you supposed to find it if you don’t know what it is or where to look for it?”
“Tell me about it,” Star said with an exasperated exhale. “But between the nightmare and Hekapoo’s spontaneous orgasmic combustion, I might have one idea about what it means. And I know it’s going to drive me crazy until I try it.”
“Try what?” Jackie asked.
“Just give me a minute.”
Star closed her eyes and her fists. Then she began to chant.
“Dip down, dip down, dip down, dip down, dip down…”
Jackie looked at Star with puzzlement, having no idea what the girl was trying to do. Star squeezed her eyes shut tighter and continued to chant.
“Dip down, dip down, dip down, dip down, dip down dip down dip down dip down…Rrrrgh!” she grunted, her eyes popping open. “There’s nothing!”
“What were you trying to do?” Jackie asked.
“I was trying to see if maybe there was a little bit of magic left. Like, somewhere deep down.”
Star sighed and finished, “But it’s just watery hobo gravy. No chunks at the bottom.”
“I have no idea what that means.”
Star gazed out over the town as she answered, “It means that I am well and truly not special anymore.”
Jackie shook her head, then came up next to Star and put a hand over hers.
“Can I tell you something?” Jackie asked.
“Sure, anything,” Star replied.
“The first time I ever felt attracted to a girl…it wasn’t Chloe. The first girl I was ever into was you.”
Star looked at her, blinking. “Me? Really?”
Jackie blushed. “Yeah. And that’s kind of why I didn’t trust that feeling at first. I just thought, ‘She’s a magical princess from another dimension, she’s exotic and cool, of course you’ve got a girl-crush on her.’ I didn’t figure out until a lot later that my feelings about you were more than just, you know, being amazed by you.”
“Aw, Jackie,” Star said, her eyes a bit shiny-wet as she put a hand on the girl’s face, “that is the sweetest thing…”
“So if you think you’re not special…Well, you’re really special to me.”
After taking a moment to compose herself, Star went on, “You know, I wasn’t into girls before…all this, happened. But now that I am, I’m really glad the first girl I got into is you. You are so cool, and beautiful, and sexy, that I don’t think I ever want another day to go by when I don’t see your face.” She giggled and glanced at Jackie’s massive chest as she added, “Or the rest of you.”
Jackie grinned at her. “I’m gonna give you the biggest, squishiest hug…” Then she seized Star and did exactly that.
***
“So,” Tom asked Rosa as she looked at a printout from one of her machines, “am I immune to the virus? Or was I just lucky?”
“I’m happy to tell you that you are genuinely immune,” Rosa replied. “You do have the virus, but something in your blood is keeping the load close to zero. I don’t yet know what it is, though; I need to run more tests.”
“Does this mean I’ll need to roll up my sleeve again?”
“Let’s just say you might want to stick to T-shirts and polos for a while.”
***
The show was over, and Marco and the seven queens-to-be had just gotten cleaned up and dressed. They were about to discuss dinner plans when Wigburn appeared in the bedroom doorway.
“Your Highness,” he said to Marco, “I’ve been informed that there is something currently broadcasting on the local news program that you should see.”
Marco grabbed the remote, turned on the new bedroom TV, and flipped to the local news. It showed an aerial view of several police cars and a black van clustered around a cordoned-off area at the edge of a street.
“Hey,” Janna said, “that’s not too far from where Eddie dropped us off last night.”
“Yeah,” Star said. “Looks like it’s right at the edge of the Forest of Certain Death.”
Marco turned up the sound. A newscaster was saying, “…were discovered earlier this evening by a local resident. Police are keeping the identities of the two victims confidential, but witnesses say that one was a Mewman, while the other was described as ‘like a human, but with a full-body Afro.’”
“Wait a minute…” Kelly murmured.
“Is she talking about a Woolette?” Star asked.
“All right,” Marco said, “it’s time for the King to pull rank.” He pulled out his phone and dialed.
“Hi, this is King Marco. I need to speak to the Chief of Police.”
Marco put the phone on speaker as the person at the other end of the line replied, “Please hold, Your Highness.”
After a few seconds, there was a click. “This is Chief Lazlo. How can I help you, Your Highness?”
“I need to know everything about those bodies you just found.”
“Well, one’s a Mewman—a big blonde fella with a beard. The other one, well, she looks kinda like Queen-To-Be Kelly. Except her hair’s red instead of green.”
Star put the heel of her hand to her mouth and whispered, “That’s the one I spiked in the leg! Did I kill her?”
Marco blanched. Then he asked, “Wh- What do we know about the cause of death?”
“Well,” the chief replied, “the coroner hasn’t taken the bodies for autopsy yet. But since both of the victims’ heads were next to their bodies, I’m gonna guess decapitation.”
“Wow,” Marco murmured. “Um, okay. Thanks, Chief.”
“Any time, Your Highness.”
Marco hung up, then looked at the others with big eyes.
“We de-Possessed them,” he said flatly, “and the other Possessed executed them for it.”
“Aw, shit,” Janna replied. “This just got real.”
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