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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 16: Lawfully Wedded Wives
I can’t believe it, Marco thought as he buckled his shiny black-leather belt. The Big Day has arrived. The good Big Day, not the bad Big Day, which I guess is coming any time now. I just really hope it’s not today. No way I want to fight an army of the Possessed in these pants.
On this, his wedding day, Marco had chosen to wear his purple royal robe over a tuxedo—a nod to both of Mewth’s parent dimensions. Wigburn had insisted on serving as Marco’s personal attendant for the duration of the wedding; now, the mustachioed butler finished tying Marco’s black bow tie and stepped back to look at Marco in the full-length mirror in front of him.
“If I may say so, Your Highness,” he said, “your choice of nuptial wardrobe is, as they say, ‘snazzy.’”
“Yes, looking sharp, Marco!” Alfonso agreed. He and the other two groomsmen—Ferguson and Sensei Brantley—were getting dressed in the same changing room.
“You know,” Ferguson bragged to the Mewman valet who was tying the chubby boy’s dress shoes for him, “I almost married a queen once. But I just wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment.” Ferguson couldn’t see the valet roll his eyes.
“Marco,” said Tom as he waited for one of his demon servants to finish steaming his frilly, cream-colored dress shirt, “I just wanted to say again how honored I am to be your best man. Honored, and a little surprised.”
“It was these guys’ idea,” Marco said, pointing to Alfonso and Ferguson. “They didn’t want to make me choose between them. Plus, you and I might not have gotten off to a great start, but you were a big help when it counted. And I’m sorry I haven’t made much time to hang out with you since I became king. But hopefully, after the wedding and, you know, that other big thing that’s coming, I’ll have more time for social stuff.”
“Yeah,” Tom replied. “If the world’s in one piece, we should definitely hang.”
“It seems like you and Dr. Mendez are pretty tight these days. Maybe we could go on a double date, or whatever you call it when there’s a dozen people involved.”
“Oh, we’re not dating,” Tom replied. “We’re just, um, kinda-”
“If you will forgive the interruption, gentlemen,” Wigburn cut in, “it is time for the ceremony to begin. Please take your places.”
As they had rehearsed the previous day, Alfonso, Ferguson, and Sensei Brantley stood in front of the dressing room’s exterior door, with Tom behind them and Marco behind him. Then, on Wigburn’s signal, they all filed out and started down the aisle.
***
The brides’ dressing room was a hurricane of activity. Dozens of maidservants were dashing hither and yon to help the nine brides with clothes, hair, and makeup. All of the girls were excited for their trip down the aisle—all but one.
“Brittney?” Hekapoo said, looking at the girl where she sat in the corner staring glumly at her phone. “What are you doing? We all need to get ready.”
“Right,” Brittney said, shoving the phone in her purse and looking at the floor instead. “Right. Don’t want to ruin the big day.”
Hekapoo put a finger under Brittney’s chin and made the girl look up at her. “What’s this all about? You spend a lot of time looking at that device, but it only seems to make you sad.”
“Forget it, okay? It doesn’t matter!” Brittney snapped.
Drawn by the outburst, all the other brides gathered around Brittney.
“Hey,” Star said gently. “What’s going on?”
Brittney took a deep breath.
“Today,” she said, “is supposed to be the happiest day of our lives. But…I don’t deserve to be happy.”
“How come?” Janna said. “I mean, I know you used to be kind of a beeyotch, but-”
“Yeah,” Brittney cut in. “I did. I used to think that I was just…born to have things, you know? Like a-”
She stopped, glancing awkwardly at Star and Arms.
“Like a princess?” Star prompted.
“Yeah,” Brittney replied. “So I thought it was okay that I had more than other kids. Because it was, you know, fate, or whatever.”
She looked around at the other girls as she went on, “Some of you probably wonder why I’ve never apologized for treating you the way I used to. But how can I apologize to any of you when I can’t make myself apologize to the person I hurt the most?”
To Jackie, it seemed like there were a lot of potential candidates for Person Brittney Hurt the Most. “Um, who would that be?” she asked.
Brittney sighed and opened her phone to show a picture of a Latina girl in her late teens, with pixie-cut hair and glasses. None of the girls recognized her.
“Her name is Catalina Marquez,” Brittney said. “She lives in San Diego, and her dad was one of my dad’s ‘investors.’ He fell hard for my dad’s get-rich-quick scheme.
“Catalina’s a genius or something. She was going to go to the national science fair. But because her parents lost all their money, they couldn’t afford to send her. They tried to crowdfund her trip, but they couldn’t get enough money together in time, and Catalina missed the science fair.
“Then she was supposed to go to Cal Tech in the fall, but because her dad told her he’d be able to pay her tuition with all the money he was going to make, she never applied for scholarships.
“So now she’s signed up for community college. But the worst part is, she’s not going to be a science major. She’s going to study accounting, because she says you can never trust other people with your money.”
Brittney’s eyes began to tear up as she went on, “What did I get in exchange for her dreams? Was it my riding lessons? My summer in Paris? That ‘generous donation’ to the school that made me head cheerleader?” Her mascara began to run with her tears as she cried, “What stupid, stupid thing did my father buy me with the future he stole from her?”
“Hey,” Jackie said, sitting down next to Brittney and taking her hand. “We’re the Royal Family. We can help her.”
“Yeah,” Janna added, “we’re rich as fuck. We can send her to any school she wants.”
Brittney looked up at them and said, “But we can’t un-crush her spirit. We can’t make her who she was before my dad ruined her life.”
“No, we can’t,” Jackie agreed. “But at least we can show her that not everyone is like your dad.” She squeezed Brittney’s hand as she added, “That you’re not like your dad.”
Brittney looked up at Jackie. “Thanks.” Then she looked at Hekapoo and the other girls and said, “All of you.”
One of the older maidservants, a matronly woman with a broad face, appeared with a tissue for Brittney.
“Thank you,” the girl said, accepting the tissue and dabbing her eyes. “Do you…think you can fix my makeup?”
The woman chuckled. “‘Course I can, Mistress. You’re hardly the first bride to cry before her weddin’.”
***
The ten members of what would soon officially become the Royal Family could not have asked for a better day. The sun was shining, the temperature was mild, and a light breeze carried the scent of wildflowers. The Oracle had predicted as much, which was why the wedding ceremony was being held in front of the Monster Temple instead of inside it.
Marco felt a bit awed by the crowd. Not because of its size—the guest list was actually smaller than that for Marco’s coronation—but because for the first time, Marco was getting a sense of how large and varied his new extended family was going to be. Having a brides’ side and a groom’s side of the aisle would have made the seating hopelessly lopsided, so the Diazes, Butterflies, and the other parents and family members in attendance all occupied several rows in the front.
Neither of Marco’s parents were seated yet, though. As Marco emerged from the dressing room, Angie Diaz, dressed in a lovely green gown designed for her by the royal clothiers, came up next to Marco and took his arm.
“Oh, Marco,” she said, her face beaming. “I’m so happy you’re letting me give you away.”
“Wigburn insisted that all the brides be given away,” Marco replied. “So I figured I should be, too.” He smiled at her as he added, “You know, by the Queen Mother.”
“I love having a title!” Angie replied. “Especially one that tells the world I’m your mom. I’m so proud of you, Marco. And so is your father.”
“I know, Mom,” Marco said, and kissed her on the cheek.
“You know,” Angie said, “now that you’re all grown up, and a king, you could kiss me on the lips if you want to.”
To Marco’s great relief, the orchestra began to play the traditional Mewnian Groom’s March.
“Time to go!” Marco said hastily.
He took Angie’s arm, and they proceeded down the aisle to the first row, where Angie took her seat. Marco stood next to the altar, with Tom and the other groomsmen lined up to his left. They stood there for perhaps a minute while the people seated in the rows of chairs talked excitedly amongst themselves.
The orchestra struck up “Here Comes the Bride,” and the bridal party emerged from its dressing room and paraded down the aisle. In the front marched all of Buff Frog’s daughters, whom Star had drafted to be flower girls; the boys, who were serving as ring bearers, would be bringing up the rear.
Behind the flower girls was a veritable army of bridesmaids. Several girls from Echo Creek Academy were among them—Ingrid, Leah, Becky, Chelsea McNelsey, Hope Hadley, Raya, and all of the former Echo Creek cheerleaders, some of whom glanced sullenly at Buff Frog’s kids and then smiled at the crowd as they came down the aisle. There were also one of Arms’ cousins (who had just three arms), Princess Spiderbite, and several other Mewnian girls. At the front of the group was a servant who carried a tablet with a live video image of the sniffling Ponyhead; the teenage unicorn was not going to miss her chance to be Star’s maid of honor, no matter how sick she was.
“Yeah, Star! You go girl! Whoooo!” the floating unicorn head shouted through the tablet’s speaker before breaking into a coughing fit.
And then came the nine brides, resplendent in their individually tailored white wedding gowns, and the various people who were giving the brides away. These included Star, Jackie, Janna, Higgs, and Amanda’s parents, and Brittney’s mom. Hekapoo was being escorted down the aisle by Eclipsa, and Rafael Diaz had happily volunteered to give Kelly away. But it was Arms who had the biggest surprise: When she came out of the dressing room, she found her father, King Limbsful, standing there, ready to take two of her arms in two of his.
“Dad?!” Arms exclaimed.
“Oh, sweetheart,” the man said, tearing up. “Your mother and I are so sorry we’ve been so neglectful of you. It’s unforgivable. If you don’t want me to walk you down the aisle, I’ll understand; I haven’t earned it.”
Arms didn’t speak; she just threw all four arms around the man, who wept for joy.
“Star,” said Moon as she and River walked the blonde girl down the aisle between them, “your father and I have always been proud of you. Not always pleased with you, perhaps, but always proud of you.”
“And today,” River added, “we are as proud as we have ever been. If you can be even half as proud of yourself, then we shall all rejoice.”
“Thanks, you guys,” Star replied, holding their arms a little tighter.
The brides came down the aisle and took their places in a line up beside the altar. Then Brigid emerged onto the dais, wearing a mass of rainbow-colored robes. She walked to the front of the dais and used her lapel mic to address the crowd.
“I can’t tell you,” she began, “what an incredible privilege it is to come before you today to unite our great king with his nine beautiful brides. This is a day of great joy, both for our world and for the new Royal Family we are making here today. I don’t think any of us will forget this day for as long as we live.”
Brigid had promised that her speech would be short. She seemed to be living up to that promise, because she now moved between Marco and the nine brides. The girls formed a semicircle facing Brigid and Marco.
“And now, the sacred vows,” Brigid said. Then she turned to the nine girls.
“Amanda Leigh Jacobs, Zinnia Higgs, Brittney Catherine Wong, Hekapoo Hieronica Sunfire, Kelly Woolford, Paterrania Calphaz Arms, Janna Luisa Ordoña, Jaquelyn Lynn-Thomas, and Star Butterfly,” she began.
Higgs’ actual first name is Zinnia? Marco thought. How did I not know that? And Hekapoo’s got way more names than she let on.
“Does each of you,” Brigid continued, “take Marco Diaz to be your lawfully wedded husband, as well as your king?”
“We do,” the girls answered in unison.
“Do you promise to stand at his side to protect our world?”
“We do.”
“Do you promise to coexist in love and friendship, with your king and with one another, for as long as you shall live?”
“We do.”
“Do you promise to service your king sexually, whenever he may ask?”
Excitedly, the girls replied, “We do!”
“Do you promise to bear as many children as he wishes to put in your womb?”
There was even more excitement in their collective voices as they answered, “We do!”
Brigid now turned to Marco.
“His Royal Highness, King Marco Ubaldo Diaz,” Brigid said. This time, Marco had steeled himself against the embarrassment of his middle name being spoken in public and thus managed not to wince. “Do you take each of these ladies to be your queen?”
Marco looked at them all. Standing there in their white gowns, they all looked positively radiant. And at that moment, Marco knew that he loved every single one of them. He felt a tear welling up in his eye.
“I do,” he said.
“Do you promise to stand with them in defense of our world?”
“I do.”
“Do you promise to love and care for them, now and forever?”
Marco blinked the tear from his eye and tried to keep his voice from cracking as he answered, “I do.”
“Then,” Brigid said, “by the power vested in me by the Oracle, and by the State of California, I now pronounce you husband and wives. King Marco, you may kiss your brides.”
The girls formed a line, and Marco kissed each of them tenderly, starting with Amanda and ending with Star.
“Marco,” Star said after they kissed, “I know this was never what you imagined when you wanted us to be together. But I want you to know that this is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. And I don’t care if it’s because of the Spirit or whatever. I’m just glad to be with you, and all the girls, too. And I know we’re gonna live happily ever after.”
Marco, again fighting back a tear, replied, “Me, too.”
***
Unlike the wedding ceremony, for which the guest list had been limited, the reception was so massive that it had to be held at a convention center ten miles from Echo Creek. Thousands of people attended, including many of Marco and the girls’ immediate and extended family members, friends, neighbors, local and state politicians, and various Mewnian royals and nobles. There was an enormous dance floor, multiple bands, and a buffet that was literally a quarter-mile long.
Somehow, in the middle of all of it, Marco found Kelly sitting alone at a table in one corner of the dining area. He went and sat down next to her, then took her hand in his.
“I bet you wish your dad could be here, huh?” he said.
Kelly didn’t look up. “Yeah.”
“Look,” Marco said, “if the Possessed have a way to get here from your dimension, then there must be a way for us to get there, too. After we stop the invasion, we’ll go to Woolandia, and we’ll get your dad back. We’ll get everybody back. I promise.”
She looked up at him and smiled weakly. “Thanks, Marco.”
“Now,” he said, standing up but keeping hold of her hands, “you want to go to the carving station and help me eat some chateaubriand? Because I don’t know what that is, but Geeda says we have to try it.”
***
At the reception, Tom was waiting in line at one of the dozen or so bars scattered about the giant reception floor. Jackie and her parents were nearby, and Tom couldn’t help overhearing their conversation.
“Your leaving home,” her father was saying, “shocked us into realizing how unfair we were to you.”
“We should have been much more sensitive to your feelings when Chloe left,” her mother said. “I’m sorry we weren’t more supportive. But I’m also so very happy for you, and the wonderful life you’ll have with Marco, and the other queens.”
“Thanks, Mom and Dad,” Jackie said, then hugged them both.
“Oh, my,” her mother said as her daughter’s big breasts pressed against her. “Hugging you feels a little different now.”
“Hey there,” a voice behind Tom said, making him startle a bit. He turned around and found Rosa standing there in an elegant red evening gown.
“Oh, hey,” Tom replied. “I’ve been so busy today, I haven’t even had a chance to check in with you about the…project. Or, you know, anything else.”
Rosa offered Tom her hand and replied, “Why don’t we talk about it while we dance?”
Tom took Rosa’s hand, and they both went out onto the dance floor just as the band was striking up a waltz.
“Did you know,” Tom said as he pulled Rosa closer and they began to dance, “they have the waltz in every dimension? Nobody knows why.”
“Actually,” Rosa replied, “not a lot of people know this, but there’s been intermittent contact between Earth and other dimensions for centuries.”
“And how would you know about that?”
“Just something I picked up at my previous job,” Rosa replied. “Now, speaking of work, I have good news: I’ve isolated the antigen in your blood that makes you immune to the Spirit virus.”
“Is that what we’re calling it now?”
“We have to call it something. In any case, the antigen seems quite powerful; I expect that it would make you immune to any similar virus, too. But there’s a problem.”
“What’s that?”
“I haven’t yet found a way to make more of the antigen. At least, not outside your body.”
“But you could make more of it inside my body?”
“My theory is that if I inject you with inert Spirit virus, your immune system will produce more of the antigen in response. Maybe enough to give you transferrable immunity.”
“Transferrable?”
“Immunity that you can pass on. At the very least, we should be able to extract the extra antigen from your blood and inject it into others. But that might not be necessary; in the best-case scenario, you could share the antigen through mere contact with your blood or saliva.”
“How do we find out?”
“Oh, that’s very simple,” Rosa replied. “After the reception, you come to my apartment, I give you a dose of inert Spirit virus, and then we see what it takes for you to transfer your immunity to me.” She gave him a naughty smile as she added, “The experiment might require quite a bit of contact.”
***
The reception was scheduled to continue until the wee hours of the morning. But at ten o’clock sharp, Eddie arrived in the limo to take the brides and groom back to the palace. There would be a honeymoon at some point, but everyone agreed that the new Royal Family needed to stick close to home and keep preparing for the coming invasion.
The traditional wedding night, however, would still go forward: Neither King Marco nor his nine new queens were willing to dispense with that tradition. So there was plenty of excitement among the ten newlyweds as they bid Eddie goodnight and then poured out of the royal limo and crowded into the elevator, some of them using the closely packed space to grab, squeeze, and fondle certain body parts of whoever happened to be pressed up next to them.
While Marco and his brides had enjoyed most of their group sex in the parlor up to this point, they had agreed that for their wedding night, the only proper place for it was their bedroom. So they all headed into the royal bedchamber.
For just a moment, Marco looked around at the ten mirrors and their sigils. The previous day, one had been added for Higgs: a lance. And now, at the top of the last mirror was a new sigil: a silver, hollow, upward-pointing triangle. Its right and left sides were a bit longer than the base, and the right-hand side was noticeably thicker than the other two sides.
“What is that?” Star asked.
“I don’t know,” Marco replied. Then he put an arm around Amanda, who was next to him. “But whatever it is, I guess it’s yours. Do you recognize it?”
“Nuh-uh,” the girl replied.
“I think I do,” Jackie said, “but I don’t remember where I saw it before.”
“Weird,” Amanda said. “It’s kinda cool, though.”
Higgs came up to Marco and said, “Time to get this party started.” Then, with surprising authority, she shouted, “Brides! Line up for inspection!”
The girls had to have rehearsed this, Marco thought, because within seconds they had lined up in the order in which they had joined the harem, with Star at one end and Amanda at the other. Then there was something like a hurricane of flying white fabric that temporarily left Marco unable to see much of anything until all nine bridal gowns landed on the floor—to be quickly picked up and taken away by various servants, who closed the bedroom door behind them on their way out.
Now, the nine brides were wearing an impressive and diverse collection of all-white lingerie. Marco literally gasped at the sight.
With a coquettish smile, Star said, “Your brides are ready for your inspection, my king.”
It wasn’t hard for Marco to get in the spirit of the game. “Okay, then,” he said with a grin, and walked to Amanda’s end of the line.
Amanda looked beautiful, in a way that Marco wouldn’t have expected. Instead of her ice-cream-cone horns, she wore a ring of white flowers in her hair, which was no longer in the usual bangs and twin ponytails but instead had been styled to flow elegantly down to her shoulders. She had new glasses, too: round, silver-rimmed, and far more flattering than her old ones.
Then there was her outfit. Under a gauzy, utterly translucent white camisole that came down to the middle of her thighs, Amanda had on a white bra and panties of shiny silk that were decorated with a pattern of tiny triangular cutouts that formed wavy lines and swirls. Both undergarments were cut to display Amanda’s new and still-growing breasts and her broadening hips in a way that flattered these features but did not distract from her cute, lightly freckled belly.
“You look amazing,” Marco said. “You never needed to look like Star to be beautiful. That’s obvious now.”
Amanda blushed. Then Marco kissed her gently and moved on to his next bride.
Whereas Amanda’s outfit was all fabric, Higgs’ was all leatherette. It was also distinctly immodest, consisting largely of a series of straps that went around Higgs’ body. One went between her thighs, just barely concealing her pussy and the strip of red hair above it. Other straps formed a bra-shaped frame around her breasts that left much of their freckled skin and both of her pink nipples exposed. And her formerly messy red hair was now styled in an adorable pixie cut.
The central feature of Higgs’ ensemble was the white choker around her neck. It had a ring on the front, like a dog’s collar would. Suspended from the ring was a heart-shaped silver charm into which two words had been inscribed in delicate script: Marco’s Bitch.
Higgs didn’t speak; she just looked at him, waiting, hopeful. Marco leaned forward and put his lips to her ear.
“I love you,” he murmured. Then, fingering her collar-tag, he said, “And I promise that I’ll always treat you like the worthless fuckhole you are.”
A tear of joy spilled from Higgs’ eye as she embraced him and whispered, “I love you, too.”
Marco moved on to Brittany. Her elaborate lingerie set started with a satiny white corset that squeezed her breasts up into substantial mounds. The corset’s laces were in the front, crisscrossing the three-inch gap between the corset’s edges that showed off a strip of bare chest and stomach. Below that was a lacy white garter belt with straps that came down the front and back of Britney’s smooth, tan thighs to hold up a pair of white fishnet stockings. The belt was cut in a high arc in the front so as not to obscure the outfit’s piece de resistance: a lacy white thong. Not only did this garment expose as much of Brittney’s thighs as possible, but the fabric seemed to conform to her skin such that the crotch of it showed off every detail of her pussy beneath.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous,” Marco said, looking in Brittney’s dark eyes. “I don’t think I ever want to go another day without looking at you.”
“And I don’t want to go another day without showing myself to you,” Brittney replied.
Marco kissed her, then briefly looked her up and down. Brittney giggled and struck a pose. Marco smiled at her and moved on to his next bride.
Like the other girls, Hekapoo was wearing a bridal-white ensemble, but hers was distinguished from the others by its golden accents. The cups of her bra, which showed the tops of her lovely round breasts to good effect, were trimmed with gold, and the front and back of her white panties were held together at her hips by golden rings. She wore gold stud earrings and a thin gold necklace with a crescent-moon charm.
“You look incredible,” Marco said.
“Thank you,” Hekapoo replied, blushing a bit. There had been a time when a compliment like that would have meant little to her; but coming from Marco, here and now, it meant a great deal.
Marco took both of her hands in his and said, “When I met you, you were this super-powerful magic lady who I didn’t understand at all, and who made some choices I couldn’t get behind. But the person you’ve become in the time I’ve known you is…” He stopped and sniffled. “…is someone I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He looked in her red-gold eyes and said, “I love you, Hekapoo.”
She threw her arms around him and held him tight as she said, a bit choked up, “I love you too, Marco.”
Hekapoo released him, and Marco moved on to Kelly. The green-haired girl looked stunning: As was apparently traditional for Woolette brides, her thick green hair was woven with thin bronze chains that only reminded Marco a little bit of Christmas decorations. Her white lace gown clung revealingly to her body and came down only to her upper thighs, showing off her long, tan, toned legs. Marco took her hands in his.
“You look beautiful,” he said. She embraced him.
“Marco,” she murmured in his ear, a hint of pleading in her voice, “no one has ever understood what I need better than you do. Even when I can’t ask for it.”
He held her close and whispered, “I promise I’ll always try to give you what you need.”
Marco kissed Kelly and, to show her that his promise was sincere, he found her right nipple and twisted it with his fingertips until Kelly whimpered into his mouth. When he broke off the kiss and looked at her, her eyes were shiny with joyful tears.
“I love you, Marco.”
“I love you, Kelly.”
Marco moved on to Arms. Like Kelly, she was wearing a lacy white gown with a high hemline that bared a great deal of leg. But whereas Kelly’s gown was sleeveless, Arms’ had four elaborately lacy sleeves that extended past her wrists and over the back of her hand to end in a pair of ring-like loops around her middle and fourth fingers. Arms’ fingernails had been polished in a pearlescent white, and Marco could tell just by looking at her hands that they were softer than ever.
“Arms,” Marco said, “I may not have known you very well when you first came here, but you’ve become really important to me—and to this whole family. I’m really glad to be married to you.”
“Me too,” Arms said, embracing him.
“Plus,” he murmured in her ear, “you give the best hugs.” Arms chuckled, then let him go.
The moment Marco approached Janna, the girl turned around and looked back at him over her shoulder. While the crotch of her white lace teddy had a relatively modest front, like that of a one-piece swimsuit, the back was decidedly thong-like, leaving almost all of Janna’s perfect ass bare.
Seeing Marco transfixed by the sight of her beautiful backside, Janna backed up to him until it was pressed against his crotch. Then he leaned back and whispered, “No matter how big that sweet cock of yours gets, Marco, I’m always gonna want it buried to the balls in my ass.”
He put his lips to her ear and answered, “Good. Because I don’t think it’s quite done growing yet. And I’m gonna want to shove every inch of it up your ass.”
Janna went so weak in the knees that she actually started to slump to the floor, but Marco caught her around the waist. She felt the bulge in his pants against her ass and nearly collapsed again.
“I can’t wait,” she breathed.
She turned around to face him and, soberly, continued, “I know I can be a pretty big pain in the ass sometimes. Growing up with my parents, I always kind of thought that’s how you’re supposed to treat someone you love. But now that I can see how all these other girls are with you, I think maybe I’ve been doing it wrong this whole time.”
She put a hand on his face and finished, “My point is…I love you, Marco.”
He embraced her and replied, “I love you, too, Janna.”
Marco released her and moved on to Jackie. Parts of her outfit were conservative compared to the others: Her white silk gown wasn’t the least bit transparent, and the lace-trimmed hem was just above her knees. But none of that drew the eye nearly as much as the gown’s large “keyhole,” which framed at least two square feet of breast-top and a truly impressive depth of cleavage. Jackie wore a long string of pearls that served to draw even more attention to her huge breasts.
“Wow…” Marco said. “Jackie, you look…Wow.”
“I think I’ve finally maxed out,” Jackie said with a big grin. Then, squeezing her huge breasts between her upper arms, she said, “God, I love these so much. And I’m gonna love sharing them with you and all the girls for the rest of our lives.”
“I’m going to love that, too,” Marco replied. Then he put his fingers under her chin and added, “But just to make sure you know…You’ve been the girl of my dreams since long before you had those. I’ve always loved you, Jackie. And I always will.”
Her eyes growing dewy, Jackie choked, “I love you too, Marco.”
They held each other tight. Then Marco let go of Jackie, gave her a fond smile, and moved down the line.
Now, Star stood before him, and while Marco had always thought Star was beautiful, she’d never looked more beautiful than this. Her golden hair was braided, and slender vines with white flowers had been woven into it. She wore a short silver necklace with ten charms—the sigils of all ten members of the Royal Family, with Star’s heart and Marco’s crescent moon in the center. Below that, Star wore a white bustier that pressed her breasts upward into nice little snowhill-mounds. The bottom edge of the form-fitting bustier was just above the waist of a pair of lacy boyshorts that were only three inches wide from top to bottom and that hugged Star’s hips flatteringly. A pair of lace garters encircled her thighs, holding up a pair of sheer white stockings. Marco looked at her in awe.
“Star, I…” he began. “I don’t even have the words.”
Star put her arms around his neck and replied, “You’re never gonna need to, Marco. I love you, and I know you love me, and that’s why the rest of our life together is gonna be completely amazing.”
Marco blinked back a tear, then kissed her. She held his face and kissed him back.
“All right,” she said, unable to stop smiling. “I need to address the room now.”
Marco made a sweeping gesture at the other brides as he replied, “Go right ahead, my queen.”
Star’s smile got even bigger. Then she spoke louder as she made her announcement.
“Starfa- Amanda,” Star said, “is the newest bride, so she should have first dibs on Marco.” Leering at her new husband, Star added, “But we’re all gonna get a turn, right?”
The prospect of a full night of sex had already been getting Marco aroused. Now, as he looked around at his nine brides in their uber-sexy wedding-night lingerie, he felt Polo begin to stiffen in his tuxedo trousers.
“Oh yeah,” he replied breathily. “You’re all getting a turn.” The girls variously whistled, cheered, and hooted.
“Perfect!” Star said. “In that case, you and Amanda can get started, and the rest of us-” she looked around at the other girls “-will amuse ourselves.” There was more cheering and whistling.
Marco took Amanda’s hand, walked her to the edge of the bed, and kissed her softly. She put her arms around him and kissed him back, closing her eyes.
“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Janna said, even as she mimed making herself puke with a finger down her throat. “Now, who wants to get nasty?”
Higgs’ hand shot into the air like she was trying to impress her math teacher as she shouted, “I do!”
Janna grinned wickedly at Higgs, dropped her panties to the floor, and turned her back to Higgs as she replied, “Shut up and eat my ass, bitch.” Higgs dropped to her knees on the thick bedroom carpet and began avidly tonguing Janna’s asshole.
Meanwhile, Arms came up behind Kelly and wrapped all four arms around the green-haired girl. Then, moving her hands slowly over Kelly’s body, Arms put her lips to Kelly’s ear and murmured, “I can hurt you any way you want…every way you want...”
“Oh yes please,” Kelly replied breathily.
Hekapoo didn’t even say anything to Brittney. She just looked the hot cheerleader up and down before sweeping her into her arms, and the two made out like crazy.
Jackie approached Star, her pale cheeks tinged with pink. Star’s cheeks turned a similar shade as she glanced down at Jackie’s huge breasts and then back up at her face.
“I guess,” Jackie said, “it’s you and me, huh?”
“Uh-huh,” Star replied. Then she touched Jackie’s face with her fingertips and said, “And I’m really good with that.” They held each other tight as they kissed.
Marco stripped to his black silk boxers. Then he and Amanda got onto the bed and scooted back by the headboard to leave room for any of the other brides who wanted to use the bed too. Now, Amanda looked shyly at Marco’s face.
“I’m really glad I can call myself your bride, Marco,” she said.
“And I’m really glad you are my bride,” Marco replied.
A naughty smile bloomed on Amanda’s face as she asked, “Can I suck your cock? You know, to get you ready?”
“I’d love that,” Marco replied. “Wanna get Polo out for me?”
With the enthusiasm of a child unwrapping a longed-for gift on Christmas morning, Amanda pulled down Marco’s black silk boxers and revealed his cock. It was mostly flaccid but still looked thick and heavy, and Amanda licked her lips at the sight of it.
Marco watched with amazement as Amanda seized his cock by the base and stuffed it into her mouth, forcing the head to the back of her throat and then swallowing it. Marco’s cock grew harder by the moment as the girl gulped again and again, massaging his length with her throat, eager as a ravenously hungry calf trying to get every drop of milk from her mother’s teat.
All the other girls were busy with their own activities, but that didn’t stop most of them from watching the action at center stage while they were at it.
“God, look at her swallow that thing,” Janna murmured, although her voice was shaky from the way Higgs was tongue-fucking her asshole. “It’s like watching a python eat another python.”
Higgs pulled her face out from between Janna’s asscheeks and said, “I don’t know what a python is, but yeah, that’s fucking hot.”
Janna looked sternly down at Higgs and said, “Shut up and keep eating my ass, pig.” Higgs eagerly pushed her tongue back into Janna’s asshole and probed her deeply.
“Oh yeah,” Janna murmured. “I’m gonna like having this chick around.”
Arms didn’t say anything, but she eagerly watched Marco and Amanda over Kelly’s shoulder even as she twisted the green-haired girl’s nipples and roughly finger-fucked her pussy and asshole, making both Kelly and herself moan. Arms had found that pain, as filtered through Kelly’s perception, stimulated her own senses the way a spicy dish stimulated her palate.
Brittney was among the few girls not glued to the action at center stage. She was on top of Hekapoo with her face buried in the older woman’s pussy as the two of them sixty-nined. Hekapoo’s pussy-eating skills were off the charts, and as the redhead’s tongue stimulated Brittney’s clit, the girl was already about to cum. She couldn’t help but pull her face out of Hekapoo’s flaming-red muff and gasp, “Oh God…Hekapoo…You’re so good…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…AAAAAH!”
Her tan thighs squeezed Hekapoo’s face, then released it as the girl rolled off her partner, panting. Hekapoo turned her body around and put an arm around the girl as she murmured in her ear.
“There’s plenty more where that came from, beauty queen.”
By this time, Amanda had released all thirteen rock-hard inches of Polo from her throat and now lay on her back as Marco shoved most of those inches up her pussy. Just to make sure that Amanda would have a perfect wedding-night fuck, Star sat on the girl’s face, facing away from Marco, while Jackie knelt in front of Star and let the long-haired girl nurse on her huge tits. This four-way sex act was so arousing for everyone involved that soon Amanda came like crazy, simultaneously causing Marco to shoot a huge load into her and Star to thrash wildly on Amanda’s face, sucking Jackie’s nipple so hard that the blonde skater-girl came, too.
Marco pulled out of Amanda, and thick cum flowed like a river from the girl’s gaping pussy. Star grinned.
“Wow, Amanda!” she said. “If you weren’t pregnant before, you’ve got to be now.” Amanda grinned back at her.
Having serviced Amanda, Marco fucked each of his other brides in turn. He made Higgs bark like a dog while he plowed her from behind. He let Brittney ride him as she moaned and caressed her own breasts to entertain the other girls. He held Hekapoo’s broad hips in his hands as he fucked her from behind standing up, with the redhead leaning against one of the bedposts. He fucked Kelly brutally, hitting her cervix hard enough to bruise with every thrust. He fucked Arms against the wall as her hands caressed his ass and his huge balls; then he pulled out and came in her four cupped hands, which could barely hold all of his seed (although they didn’t have to, because a gaggle of brides then descended on Arms and licked every drop of cum from her hands, making her orgasm again). He pushed Janna’s ankles behind her head and fucked her asshole mating-press style as she screamed again and again, “Go in me to the balls! TO THE BALLS!” He let Jackie get on top of him and hang her big breasts over his face so he could suck and lick them while she rode him.
Finally, it was Star’s turn. The other girls, growing tired from hours of sex, lay around them and watched as Star and Marco kissed and made sweet love, taking turns being on top.
“This- This is so beautiful,” Janna choked.
“Are you crying?” Higgs asked.
Janna looked at her sharply and retorted, “No! And unless you want to be crying, you’d better get your tongue back in my ass. There’s still about a pint of Marco’s cum in there.” Higgs gleefully obeyed, and Janna went back to gazing misty-eyed at Star and Marco.
The two had only just cum when there were several rapid knocks at the bedroom door.
“Your Highnesses!” Wigburn shouted through the door. “Please look out the nearest window at your earliest convenience!”
Everyone rushed to the windows and looked down at the streets below. There, dozens of glowing blue portals were opening, and hundreds—maybe thousands—of Woolettes were pouring out. Star’s eyes were blank as she stared at the rapidly forming horde.
“And here they come,” she murmured.
“Everyone,” Marco said, “this is the moment we’ve been training for. Let’s go to the vault and grab our weapons. The special metal in them is our only hope of stopping the invasion and getting all those Woolettes un-Possessed.”
They all quickly wiped themselves down, threw on their clothes, and hurried down the hall to the armory, with Marco in the lead. When they got there, Marco punched in the combination on the keypad, and the metal door swung open.
Star was standing behind Marco, and when she saw the inside of the vault, her jaw dropped.
“They’re gone,” she said in a near-whisper. “All our weapons are gone.”
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Smooshed, or, The Nine Wives of Marco Diaz