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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: 15420 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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Chapter 14: Where There’s Soap, There’s Squire
Marco had just awakened and found himself looking around at the eight bedroom mirrors that now had sigils above them. In addition to his crescent moon, Star’s heart, Jackie’s seashell, and Janna’s bat, there were four gems in a diamond formation for Arms, a green sword for Kelly, a pair of golden scissors for Hekapoo, and what looked like pom-poms made of lightning for Brittney. Only two mirrors still had empty circles.
A few of Marco’s brides-to-be were stirring. Hekapoo was already out of bed and, judging by the sound of running water, in the bathroom. Then, suddenly, the bathroom door burst open.
“Hah-hah!”
Jackie, who raised her head to look at Hekapoo where she stood in the doorway, had never seen someone emerge from a bathroom looking quite so triumphant.
“Check it out, everybody!” Hekapoo called, holding a white test stick aloft. “I’m in the Preggers Club!”
All the girls and Marco cheered. Then the various queens-to-be began to discuss how they should celebrate. Most of the proposals involved sex.
“Ladies,” Arms cut in, “the progress is great, but now that we are absolutely certain that the enemy is coming, we need to stay on task. Which means finding a new bride for Marco to knock up.”
“Jeez,” Janna said, “who’s left who we haven’t already-?”
“Your Highnesses,” Wigburn said, suddenly appearing in the bedroom doorway, “please forgive the intrusion, but the Diazes are on the telephone. They and the Butterflies wish to request an audience to discuss the matter of your wedding.”
“Wedding?” Marco replied. “I haven’t even found all nine brides yet.”
“Respectfully, Your Majesty,” Wigburn replied, “given the pace at which you have been selecting your queens-to-be, it seems likely that you will have the full complement before the week is out. Thus, the Oracle advises that we make haste with the preparations.”
“Fine. When do my parents and Star’s want to come over?”
“They are currently in the lobby.”
“What?”
“Yeah,” Star said, “that’s kinda how my parents roll.”
“Fine,” Marco said to Wigburn. “Take them to the parlor and serve them coffee or something. We need ten minutes.”
***
When Star and Marco entered the parlor, Moon and River Butterfly and Rafael and Angie Diaz were talking over hot beverages. Rafael was holding Mariposa, Marco’s baby sister, in one arm, and Marco felt a pang when he saw her; he hadn’t realized how much he had missed her while he was busy being king. He silently vowed to start visiting home regularly.
“It is traditional,” Moon was saying, “for a Mewnian bride to carry an armload of corn as she walks down the aisle. It symbolizes fertility, and future success.”
“Well, that’s certainly an interesting idea,” Angie replied. “But on Earth, a bride carries a bouquet of beautiful flowers, not…produce.”
Star, seeing her father open his mouth to speak—no doubt to vigorously defend Mewnian corn-related traditions—quickly spoke up.
“Mom, Dad, Marco’s mom and dad,” Star said, “we’ve given this a lot of thought.” Ten minutes of it, anyway, she thought.
“This is a wedding with one groom and nine brides,” Marco said, “which means there are lots of people who are going to have lots and lots of opinions about every detail of our wedding plans.”
“So we’ve decided,” Star concluded, “that since there’s no way to make all of those people happy, we will make no one happy and let Wigburn plan everything.”
“What?” Wigburn exclaimed, suddenly appearing in the doorway.
“We trust you one hundred percent, Wiggy!” Star said, giving the butler a thumbs-up. “You’ve got this!”
“Oh my,” the man murmured. Then he swiftly walked away, muttering, “I must speak to Geeda about the cake…We shall require place cards on the finest parchment…The flowers must be non-carnivorous…”
“We’ll be happy with the wedding no matter what, Marco,” Angie said. “We’re just so happy for you, and all your beautiful brides!”
“Yes!” Rafael agreed. “We have always looked forward to your big day, and now it will be bigger than we ever dreamed!”
“Indeed!” River agreed. “A grand party for a grand couple…or whatever the right word is when there’s ten of you.”
Moon patted Star’s stomach and smiled as she added, “And let’s not forget the grandchildren we shall be welcoming before long.”
Star and Marco chatted with their parents for a while longer. Then Rafael said that he needed to be getting to work, so after a great many hugs and kisses for the bride- and groom-to-be, the four parents departed. Marco and Star went to the nook to discuss plans for the day over breakfast with the other brides-to-be.
Hekapoo said, “Like Arms said, we’re still two wives short, and the Oracle says the invasion is coming soon.”
“Not to mention the wedding,” Marco added. At the moment, he wasn’t sure which one made him more nervous.
“So we need to find the next bride, pronto,” Hekapoo finished.
“Yeah, but who?” Jackie asked. “I’m running out of ideas.”
“I’m thinking someone from Mewni,” Star said. “I mean, someone who was from Mewni, when Mewni was a thing. Specifically, Higgs.”
Marco tried to avoid spitting scrambled eggs everywhere as a coughing fit overtook him.
“Higgs?” Hekapoo asked. “That squire girl with the bad haircut?”
Marco recovered, swallowed his mouthful of eggs, and rolled his eyes as he replied, “That’s the one.” Then he looked at Star. “But Higgs went to the Neverzone, remember? Would she even be in this dimension?”
Kelly piped, “Well, if everyone got kicked back to their home dimension…like I did…then she would have gone back to Mewni, right?”
“Right!” Star replied. “Which means she would have ended up in this dimension after the Smoosh.”
“Even so,” Marco said, “there’s one other complication: Higgs doesn’t like me.”
“Yeah, but does that matter?” Arms said. “Now that word has gotten around about what we’re doing, recruiting new wives seems to be easier.”
Marco wasn’t sure it was just ‘word,’ but he decided not to say anything. Telling people they were under some kind of mind control never seemed to get him anywhere.
“Okay, ‘doesn’t like me’ was an understatement,” Marco said. “‘Hates me’ would be more accurate.”
“Bagging Higgs for our team would be cool,” Janna said, not looking up from her gothic horror magazine.
“How do you know her?” Marco asked.
“We hung out a couple times after I found the secret way to Mewni under Britta’s. She had a hilarious story about punking you over and over again at Quest Buy.” Marco frowned.
“Do we know where Higgs is now?” Arms asked. “For that matter, where are any of the Mewnian knights? Why aren’t they here guarding the palace?”
“Well,” Star replied, “after my parents moved out of the castle, the knights didn’t want to work for Eclipsa, so…they all have other jobs now.”
“You know,” Brittney said, “I think I might have seen a beefy knight-looking guy and a redheaded knight-girl working downtown.”
“Really?” Star replied. “Where?”
***
Twenty minutes later, the royal limo pulled up to the curb. Across the street, a large man in a gleaming metal breastplate and helmet, whom Star identified as Sir Stabby, was adroitly spinning an arrow-shaped sign that read, “Street Suds Self Car Wash.” Then he handed the sign to the redheaded Higgs, who was standing next to him. Her steel breastplate and leg armor didn’t look nearly as shiny as Sir Stabby’s.
“Now, try it again, squire,” Sir Stabby said.
“For the hundredth time, I’m not your squire anymore!” Higgs griped. “I’m a knight now!”
“Perhaps, but as Associate Day-Shift Manager, I still outrank you, which is why you polish my armor first. Now, spin!”
Higgs attempted to spin the sign the way Sir Stabby had but ended up tossing it awkwardly into the air. She only just managed to catch it before it could blunt its arrow-point on the pavement. Then Higgs tried spinning the sign again and dropped it instantly.
“Damn it, I will never get the hang of this,” Higgs muttered, picking up the sign.
“Not with that attitude,” Sir Stabby replied. Higgs scowled at him but said nothing.
Marco and the girls watched all of this out the limo’s windows. Then Star prodded Marco.
“Ready to go offer her the deal of a lifetime?” she asked.
“Maybe you should do this without me,” Marco answered. “If my face is the first part of this deal that she sees, that might be the end of it.”
“Marco, she’s going to be your wife,” Star replied. “Would you really have someone else propose marriage for you?”
Well, you’ve done it for me a few times now, Marco thought. Nonetheless, he saw her point.
“Yeah, okay, I’ll come,” Marco said. “But like I said, this may not be like the other times. I doubt Higgs ever had a secret crush on me like Brittney, or even semi-respected me like Hekapoo.”
“Just go pop the question,” Janna said. “Worst-case scenario, it’ll be funny.”
Marco frowned at Janna, then got out of the car after Star.
“Heyyyy, Sir Stabby,” Star said, clapping the knight on his pauldroned shoulder. “Could I have a word with you about a new employment opportunity?”
“Hmm, I don’t know if I’m looking for one,” the big man replied. “I rather enjoy sign-spinning.”
“We have medical and dentallllll,” Star sang.
One of Sir Stabby’s thick, dark eyebrows rose. “Oh? Tell me more…”
As Star and the knight strolled out of earshot, Marco approached Higgs. The redheaded girl quickly put her arrow-sign behind her back.
“Soooo, Higgs,” Marco asked, “how’s the post-Smoosh world treating you?”
“It sucks,” she griped. “Your dimension is stupid. And now my dimension is half-stupid because of it.”
Before Marco could say anything in reply, Higgs went on, “I paid my dues, Marco. I spent years polishing Sir Stabby’s armor, and his boots, and his belt buckle. I combed his damned horse’s mane and mucked out his stall every frickin’ day. I even found cute boys for him to bone now and then. But it paid off—I got to be a knight.”
She looked him in the eye as she said, “And now, it’s all gone. There are no knights in this dimension, so I’m stuck at this stupid car wash, spinning a stupid sign! And working for Sir Fucking Stabby again!”
Marco was suddenly seized by a perverse urge to know: Could Higgs be the girl who would finally say no to becoming one of his wives?
“Okay,” he said, “so you don’t like my dimension. How do you feel about me?”
She looked at his face. “I- I don’t like you. You’re, you’re annoying, you’re naive, your hoodies are dumb, you can’t so much as scratch your ass without Star Butterfly’s help, and, and…lots of other stuff.”
Marco couldn’t help but smile as he said, “So, if I asked you to marry me, you’d say no, right?”
Higgs looked at Marco with a mix of astonishment and disgust as she replied, “Marry you? Marry you? Are you out of your mind? I’d rather…I’d rather…I’d…”
Oh, no, Marco thought.
He could see it on her face: That thing that had happened to the other girls was happening to Higgs, too. She was trying to stay angry at him, but a much different emotion was asserting itself. The girl squeezed her hands and eyes shut as though fighting to resist.
“I…I…hate you…so much…I…I…Y- Y- Yes!”
His dark brows furrowing in uncertainty, Marco asked, “Um, yes what?”
“Yes, I will fucking marry you!” Higgs shouted.
Across the street, a woman passing by with her young daughter looked like she was about to clap her hands over her child’s ears and walk her swiftly away. But when she saw that Marco was involved, her expression instantly shifted from offended to delighted.
“Look, Hannah!” the woman said to her daughter. “King Marco just found a new bride!” Then she waved at Marco and called, “Have fun getting her pregnant, Your Highness!”
Star, having finished her conversation with Sir Stabby, waved and shouted back, “You know he will!”
***
Several minutes later, Marco, Higgs, and the other brides-to-be got off the elevator and entered the main hall.
“Sooooo, this is the palace,” Marco said to Higgs.
“Yeah, it’s a palace, big whoop,” Higgs said, clearly trying to conceal how impressed she was—if not by the banners and elegant stonework, then by the gleaming copper of the espresso machine down the hall by the breakfast nook. Yes, Earth stuff sucked in general, but Higgs couldn’t resist a good latte.
“Girls,” Star said to the others, “ready to leave these two alone and go ‘freshen up’?”
Brittney, having been told in advance what Star meant by this, looked from Jackie’s big tits to Hekapoo’s big ass with a smile as she said, “Yeah, let’s go freshen up.”
While the other girls headed to the parlor, Higgs followed Marco into the bedroom. The redheaded former squire didn’t exactly know what to expect, but she’d heard some talk about Marco being “gifted” in the sexual sense. Not that Higgs would have much of anything to compare him to; she’d always been so focused on becoming a squire and then a knight that she’d never left herself much time for dating or otherwise messing around with guys. And now that she was about to mess around with Marco in the biggest possible way, she wasn’t exactly sure what she hoped to get out of it—except she hoped that Marco would satisfy the intense need that being around him seemed to arouse in her. And that he wouldn’t treat her with any sort of dignity when he did it.
Wait, ‘wouldn’t’? she thought.
Marco shut the bedroom door behind them. Then he took Higgs’ freckled face in his hands and kissed her. She made a noise of protest into his mouth but didn’t actually try to stop him. He broke off the kiss and looked at her.
“You really hate this, don’t you?” he asked.
She looked at him and growled. Suddenly, Marco knew exactly what Higgs wanted.
“Well, I don’t care if you hate it,” Marco said. “Now strip.”
Marco made no move to take off his own clothes. He just watched as Higgs pulled off her white forearm wraps, her shoulder guards, her long red boots and pale-blue stockings, and finally her belt and her short blue dress, thus stripping down to her plain white bra and panties.
Higgs glared at Marco, but it wasn’t him she was angry at. She was angry at herself for doing as Marco told her, and she was even angrier at herself for liking it.
Humiliating Higgs was something Marco had allowed himself to fantasize about now and then after she and the other obnoxious squires had cheated him and Star out of the best gear at Quest Buy. So now, Marco was not at a loss for words, even though they were words he’d never actually expected to say out loud.
“Did your mom choose that underwear for you?” he asked, gesturing at her. “Or did you find those on the sale rack at Virgins R Us? Either way, take ‘em off. You can put them in the trash; I’ll have the servants burn them later.”
She took the bra off first and dropped it in the bedroom wastebasket. Her freckled breasts were very small, being barely more than tiny swells beneath her little pink nipples.
“Next time you’re trying to save money on underwear,” Marco said, “don’t bother buying a bra. I don’t know why you thought you needed one; I’ve seen chubby five-year-olds with bigger tits than yours.”
Inwardly, Marco cringed at hearing himself say such a thing to anyone, even Higgs. But he saw the sexual flush on her face and chest, and her dilated pupils, and the way her nostrils flared a bit as her breathing grew heavier. And he could feel her excitement. She was into this, big time. So after Higgs discarded her panties, revealing her red-tufted pussy, Marco kept it up.
“You don’t deserve to get fucked in the bedroom,” he said, looking over her naked body with as much visible disdain as he could manage. Then, pointing to the bathroom door, he said, “Get your skinny ass in there. Now.”
Higgs started to turn toward the door. Then Marco said, “No. Not on your feet. Crawl.”
The redhead tried to ignore the painful irony of how humiliating it was to enjoy being humiliated. She dropped onto her hands and knees, then scurried through the door. Marco got a good look at her pale, freckled ass—which he had to admit was rather cute—as he followed her into the bathroom.
“That’s it,” he said as he came around in front of her. “You’re my dog now. And you’re going to obey.”
Marco looked carefully at Higgs’ face, wanting to be sure that he hadn’t gone too far. His reservations were instantly dispelled by the look of intense, unabashed lust on her face. Her lips parted as she began to pant with desire.
He ran his hand over her ass like he owned her, then said, “I’m gonna let you stand up now. But that doesn’t mean you’re not my dog—or that I’m not going to fuck you like one. You understand?”
Higgs nodded eagerly.
“Good. Stand up.”
She obeyed. Marco moved up behind her and turned her to face the row of mirrors above the sinks, then ran his hands all over her torso and upper thighs. He tried to make a convincing snort of disdain as he felt up her tiny breasts. He could tell by her body heat alone how horny this was making her.
“Don’t turn around,” he commanded her.
Higgs could only see the top half of Marco’s body in the mirror as he undressed behind her. Thus, she had no way to know whether the stories she’d heard about his endowment were true. She had been too proud and too resentful of Marco to watch the video of him and Brittney.
Marco remained behind her as he turned them both around to face one of the open toilet stalls in the row opposite the sinks.
“Bend over the toilet,” Marco said. “That’s how you’re gonna lose your virginity tonight.”
In any other bathroom, Marco wouldn’t have considered doing this. But this bathroom was cleaned almost hourly, so germs weren’t a concern.
Higgs bent over in front of the toilet, grabbing the top of the tank for support. Yes, maybe she’d always secretly craved this treatment, but she never would have imagined that Marco, of all people, would have it in him to give it to her. Had she misread him back when they first met at the Midnight Warrior Blowout Sale at Quest Buy, or had he changed?
She decided that right now, she didn’t care. His every demeaning word sent a zing of electric pleasure through her small tits, her pussy, and even her asshole, all at once. So now, she waited eagerly for whatever deliciously cruel thing he was going to say—or do—next.
“Keep your eyes on the wall,” Marco said.
As Higgs stared at the white tile, she heard Marco open and close a cabinet behind her. Then he put one hand on her ass and spread her cheeks apart.
Higgs gasped as a finger slicked with cold lube pushed deep into her pussy, while another finger penetrated her asshole just as deeply. Her whole body was momentarily wracked by a shiver from both the cold and her excitement. It turned her on immensely that Marco was taking such liberties with her body—that he was treating it like he owned it. Now all she needed him to do was use her the way she craved.
“Your holes are the only part of you I care about,” Marco said. He still couldn’t believe he was saying these things, but he couldn’t deny his sense that he was turning Higgs on more and more with every word. “I won’t even bother telling you which one I’m gonna fuck.”
Lubing her asshole was a bluff; Marco had no plans to fuck Higgs that way tonight. Not only did he need to get her pregnant as soon as possible, but also, he didn’t want to hurt her physically; that was Kelly’s thing, not Higgs’. Someday soon, he’d get one of the other girls to warm up Higgs’ ass with a dildo or something, like Arms had done with Brittney for the cheerleader’s anal deflowering. Only then would he shove all twelve of his inches into Higgs’ taut asshole while he told her what a whore she was for wanting to take it that way. She’d love that, for sure.
“Don’t just fuck me,” Higgs half-panted, half-growled. “Hate-fuck me.”
“That’s not gonna be a problem,” Marco snarled. “I’ve hated you practically since I met you.”
He put his cockhead against her hot, wet entrance and pushed—not too hard, but not easing in, either. It seemed like the right balance between not hurting her and acting like he didn’t care if he hurt her.
“Feel that, cunt?” he growled, giving a little shove just hard enough to make her yelp. “That’s just the first few inches. I hope you’re ready to take a whole foot of fuckmeat up your little virgin twat, because I’m not gonna let up until you do.”
Feeling Higgs’ arousal rising even higher, Marco was no longer worried about how the redhead was reacting to his words. Although he was a little concerned about how easily those words seemed to come to him.
He pushed in until his cock hit bottom inside her love-tunnel. Then he gave one more little shove, eliciting another small yelp.
“Can’t take the whole thing, huh?” Marco taunted. “I guess this pussy’s gonna need a lot of breaking in.” With a snarl, he added, “Starting now.”
He began to fuck her, starting at a faster speed than he normally would.
“Not bad,” he breathed as he pumped her. “Not deep enough, of course, but nice and tight…like a virgin’s fuck-tunnel should be.”
Sensing that she wanted more, he went on, “It won’t be like that for long, though. After two or three fucks with my twelve-incher, your cunt’s gonna look like it belongs to the busiest whore in town.”
He heard her gasp. Marco could feel Higgs becoming horny beyond all reason, and her arousal was jacking up his own. He fucked her harder.
“You didn’t need any foreplay at all, did you, slut?” he panted. “I guess I should’ve expected a bitch like you to be in heat.” Then, feeling Higgs’ arousal rise even higher, he rasped, “Now, let’s put a litter of puppies in you.”
Marco fucked Higgs at full speed, and Higgs was so overwhelmed with pleasure that all coherent thought left her mind. She panted and gasped and moaned and whimpered like an animal, working madly as she tried to thrust her ass back against Marco as fast and hard as he was fucking her.
“Here…it…comes…bitch,” Marco growled. “Now take…it…ALL!”
He came hugely inside her, his massive genitals pumping a vast quantity of semen into the redheaded squire’s womb. Only now did her capacity for speech return.
“Oh, God!” she screamed. “You’re fucking filling me! YOU’RE FILLING ME UP!”
For Higgs, being filled deep inside with Marco’s seed was nothing short of rapturous. It was like Marco was using, not only her pussy, but her very womb for his own pleasure, pumping it full of his cum like it belonged to him and always had.
When Marco and Higgs finally finished cumming, Marco used a word he’d learned from Janna.
“Yeahhhhh, that’s my little cumdump,” he gasped, then panted for breath.
Higgs had never heard that word before, but the mental image it conjured was extremely exciting. She imagined being awakened in the middle of the night by the intense stretching sensation in her pussy or asshole as Marco forced his cock into her and then fucked her hard and fast until he shot a huge load into her, after which he would turn over and go back to sleep as though she were just some sort of disposable fucksleeve for him to get off in and then cast aside. Then she imagined him seizing her in one of the palace hallways, pushing her down on her knees, and then shoving his cock into her mouth—no, down her throat—and fucking her face brutally until he filled her stomach with a gallon of hot semen, before he pushed her to the floor and walked away.
As she remained bent over the toilet, Higgs could feel cum beginning to flow from her gaping pussy and down her pale thighs.
“Turn around,” Marco commanded her.
She did, finding herself at eye-level with Marco’s half-erect cock. It was slicked with cum from head to base.
“We’re not done,” he said. “Clean me up.”
Higgs wasn’t sure how she was supposed to clean Marco up without a washcloth or something—until Marco added, “With your mouth. Obviously.”
With cum still leaking copiously from her gaping pussy, Higgs began licking the thick coating of cum off of Marco’s cock. She started at the base and worked her way up to the head, collecting mouthfuls of seed that she would gulp down before starting on the next mouthful.
“That’s it, whore,” Marco said. “Swallow every drop. I’ll expect you to do this every time I decide to dump some cum in you.”
Spurred by Marco’s words, Higgs licked more eagerly and swallowed more rapidly. Soon, she had Marco’s cockhead in her mouth and was cleaning the last of the cum from it with her lips. By the time she was finished, Marco was completely hard again.
“Now,” he said, “time for your next load.”
He grabbed her under her arms and dragged her out of the toilet stall and onto the spacious tile floor.
“Put your face on the floor and your ass in the air,” he commanded.
Higgs obeyed, starting to pant with excitement as she got into position. She couldn’t imagine anything more thrilling than being fucked like a dog while also being treated like a dog.
Without another word, Marco got behind her and shoved it in. He was aroused enough from seeing and feeling Higgs lick all the cum from his cock that he didn’t need to start slow, and he knew Higgs wouldn’t want him to. So he pumped her at a good pace right from the beginning.
“You love getting fucked like this, don’t you?” he said breathily as he humped the girl, gripping her freckled ass firmly in his hands. “Like a dog in heat? Maybe one of these days, I’ll take you to the cult’s farm and let all their male pig-goats have a turn with you. I’ll bring the other girls along to watch.”
In the back of her mind, Higgs knew this was probably an empty threat. But she couldn’t be a hundred percent sure, because it seemed like Marco had a preternatural sense of what she wanted. And the mere possibility that he was serious was driving her crazy with lust.
“Yes,” she panted. “Make me fuck them…Make me fuck a dozen of them…”
Hearing how intensely horny Higgs was made Marco hornier, too. And it made him want to do more than just fuck her harder. Higgs obviously liked being taken this way, but knowing what he now knew about her, Marco had an idea about what she’d like even better. Not stopping his thrusts into her red-tufted pussy, he put his bare right foot on her head, taking care not to put too much weight on it. Then he started plowing her more vigorously.
“Yes!” Higgs screamed. “Yes, I’m your fucking dog, fuck me like the worthless animal I am!”
“That’s right,” Marco grunted, thrusting hard into her. “You’re my bitch…and I’m gonna breed you.”
“Oh fuck yes!” Higgs cried. “I’m your bitch! You own my cunt! You own it! AAAAAAAAH!”
She came so hard and her pussy squeezed Marco’s cock so forcefully that Marco came, too, shooting another big load up into her womb. Higgs screamed and screamed, loving how hot Marco’s seed felt in her deepest, most intimate place.
When his orgasm subsided, Marco grabbed Higgs under her arms and dragged her to a row of bath mats, her leaking pussy leaving a trail of cum on the tile floor. Then Marco laid Higgs on the mats and lay down next to her.
“Marco,” Higgs said softly, “I’m…yours, now. You’ve…”
She swallowed, and Marco could see both timidity and excitement in her eyes as she finished, “You’ve tamed me.”
Marco wasn’t sure that anything could truly tame Higgs. But that wasn’t what she wanted to hear right now.
“Damn right I have,” he replied. “You’re my bitch now, and you always will be.”
Higgs melted in his arms.
***
At Rosa’s apartment, the bed creaked in rapid rhythm as Rosa straddled Tom on her bed. The demon prince, who had a gauze bandage around his elbow, looked up admiringly at Rosa’s naked body and used his hands on her hips to help her move up and down on top of him.
“Oh yeah,” she breathed, pumping him faster. “It’s gonna…I’m gonna…I…I…AAH!”
She came, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Then Tom came, too, making a demonic roar.
Rosa lay down next to Tom and held him by the wrist as the two of them took a minute to get their breath back. Then Tom spoke.
“Is this what you always do when you’re waiting for blood test results?”
Rosa smiled at him breathlessly as she replied, “I wish.” Then, a little awkwardly, she added, “But, just so we’re clear, we were just blowing off steam here, right?”
“Oh, yeah, totally,” Tom said. “I mean, we’ve both got loneliness issues; you’re new in town, and my dating pool seems to be getting smaller by the day.”
“Because Marco is snapping up all your female friends?”
“Friends, acquaintances, you name it,” Tom replied. Then he sighed. “I mean, not that I hold it against him; out of everybody who’s involved with this cult, he seems the least convinced that all of this is part of some great plan. But yeah, I don’t know a lot of girls in this dimension who aren’t taken at this point.”
“Isn’t there anyone in the Underworld who might attract your interest?”
Tom sighed. “It wouldn’t matter if there was. I don’t have the best rep down there.”
“How so?”
“I’ve always had a lot of anger, and there was a long time in my life when I didn’t deal with it very well. That didn’t leave me with a lot of friends or romantic prospects; at least, not ones I’d actually want to be with, now.”
Rosa nodded. “It can be difficult to leave behind the person you used to be. I…know a little about that.”
“Sounds like you had a whole other life before you got into the science-teaching biz.”
“I did. But I wasn’t the best fit for it. At least, my bosses didn’t think so.”
“How come?”
“My thinking was a little too far outside the box for them.” She gave a single chuckle as she added, “Which is ironic, given the work we were doing.”
Tom was about to ask what sort of work it was when Rosa said, “I’m going to go check on the analysis. Back in a few.” She raised an eyebrow as she added, “And if you think you’ll be up for another round, I’ll be back in even fewer.”
“Oh, I definitely will be,” Tom replied with a smile.
***
Back at the palace, all of the brides-to-be except Higgs had concluded the traditional new-bride all-girl orgy in the parlor. Marco had finished with Higgs—for the time being—and now everyone was cleaned up and dressed, and discussing what to do next.
Except Brittney. Star noticed her sitting in one of the easy chairs in the corner of the bedroom, looking glumly at something on her phone.
It’s the crash, Star thought. Her new-bride high is wearing off, and now all her sucky feelings from before are back.
Unlike Marco and a lot of other Echo Creek middle-schoolers, Star had never actually disliked Brittney. As a princess on Mewni, Star had become accustomed to vanity and haughtiness among her peers and had learned long ago not to take it personally. So Star had no reservations about approaching Brittney—who was an ex-princess too, in her own way.
“Hey,” Star said. “You doing okay?”
Brittney snapped her flip phone shut and shoved it into her purse as she cried, “Nothing!” Then she looked at Star and said, “I mean, I’m fine. Just, um, hungry.” Then she got up and hurried out the bedroom door.
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Smooshed, or, The Nine Wives of Marco Diaz