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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 18: Smooshed
“Boy,” Star said, yawning and sitting up. “Fighting off an interdimensional invasion first thing in the morning kinda wipes you out for the rest of the day.”
It was late afternoon, but they were all in bed, catching up on the sleep they’d missed the night before due to the invasion and the wedding night that had preceded it. Kelly had suggested that she take her nap in one of the palace’s guest rooms, but the other eight queens and Marco insisted that Kelly join them in their bed.
“Guys,” the green-haired girl said as she sat up, “I’m so sorry that-”
“It wasn’t your fault,” Star interrupted. “You got trapped in your own dimension with no idea why. I should have given you a heads-up, but I just didn’t think of it until it was too late. And then Ponyhead told me this great story about what you were doing back home in Woolandia, and holy cow was she wrong, and-”
“What I meant,” Kelly cut in, “is that I’m sorry I didn’t have more faith in you, Star. I was so angry and scared that I didn’t consider that maybe you did it for the greater good.” She sighed. “I should have known better.”
Marco, his face mask of guilt, was about to speak when Hekapoo put a hand on his shoulder and said, “Let’s just agree that mistakes were made all around, and that all is forgiven.”
Kelly looked at Marco and replied, “Agreed.”
With a slow nod, Marco said, “Agreed.”
“Good,” Hekapoo said. “Now that that’s out of the way, Marco needs to make a speech.”
Marco blinked. “Oh, yeah, I guess I should. And Tom should be there.”
Wigburn appeared in the suddenly open bedroom doorway. “I shall summon Mr. Lucitor at once, Your Highness. Will you be using the media room?”
“No,” Marco replied. “I know it’s short notice, and that it’s a mess out there, but I want to make this speech in public. Oh, and I want you to escort Tom there personally.”
“Very good, Your Majesty.”
Wigburn was about to vanish again when Star said, “Hold on, Wiggy. Is there any news about Mina Loveberry and her gang?”
“Certain members of her group are…no more,” Wigburn replied. “And as it happens, King Marco has a visitor who can provide further information on the subject.” He turned to Marco and said, “It is your father, Your Highness. He awaits you in the parlor.”
“Okay,” Marco said, getting up and throwing on his robe.
Jackie had been listening to this conversation but panning her gaze across the row of sigils above the mirrors on the bedroom walls. As Marco walked out, her eyes fixed on the silver triangle above Amanda’s mirror. Then she snapped her fingers and pointed at Amanda.
“I just realized what your sigil is!” she exclaimed. “It’s the Greek letter delta—the symbol of change!”
“Sounds about right,” Amanda replied with a smile. Then she turned into a big Dalmatian and lay her head on Jackie’s lap. Jackie chuckled and gave her ear-scratchies.
***
“Hey, Dad, what’s up?” Marco said. Rafael got up from his chair and embraced him.
“I heard you had news about Mina Loveberry?” Marco managed despite his father’s tight grip.
“Yes, my boy!” Rafael said, letting go of Marco. “She has been captured.”
“Really? How? And how do you know about it?”
“She was leading a group of invaders through our neighborhood, trying to Possess as many people as possible. She was stopped when I hit her with my car.”
“Seriously?”
“It was…not so much on purpose. I was just out trying to help.”
“What were you doing outside?” Marco demanded. “You could have gotten killed! Or at least Possessed!”
“Actually, no. Your friend Brigid told me that your friend the Spirit told her that I am immune to the Possessor and the Spirit. Just like you!”
“Wait,” Marco said. “You’re immune to the Spirit?”
“So I am told, yes.”
“So that’s why I’m immune, too. But why have you been acting like, like everybody else? Why are you so cool with my weird life?”
“My boy is a king, he has nine beautiful wives, and he will give me many beautiful grandchildren! What is not to be cool with?”
***
Wigburn had one of the palace’s second-floor balconies set up for Marco’s speech. When Marco emerged onto the balcony, flanked by his nine brides, he was astonished by how many people had gathered in the street below. It helped that earlier, Arms had used her new powers to return the street and sidewalks to something close to their original condition.
Marco stepped up to the microphone and murmured, “Is this thing on?” When he heard his own amplified voice, he launched in.
“My fellow citizens, we have stopped the invasion by the Possessed.”
The crowd cheered, many of them waving flags or T-shirts with the royal crown logo on them. Marco waited for the cheering to die down before he continued.
“Many people served bravely in defending our dimension. Today, I’d like to recognize a couple of them.”
Wigburn escorted Tom out onto the balcony.
“Tom Lucitor,” Marco said, “you put your life in danger—not just to cure Queen Kelly of the Possessor virus, but to produce that cure, under the experimentation of Dr. Rosa Mendez.”
Wigburn seemed surprised when Marco then pointed to him and continued, “Alaford Schemendrickson Wigburn, you led a force of servants, armed only with improvised weapons, to defend the palace and the royal family against heavily armed invaders.”
Marco looked back at the crowd as he finished, “For loyalty and courage above and beyond the call of duty, we bestow upon you both the first medal ever granted by the Royal Family: the Shield of Honor.”
A servant hurried onto the balcony with a velvet pillow that bore two medals. Each one was in the shape of a shield and bore the image of the colorful planet that the Smoosh had made of Earth and Mewni.
“Thank you, Your Highness,” Tom said as Marco pinned the medal on his shirt.
“I am honored beyond words, Your Majesty,” said Wigburn upon receiving his medal.
Marco again turned to the crowd. “There are many other deserving people to thank, and in time we will. For now, I thank all of you. With your courage and support, we’ve brought peace to this world.”
A cheer went up from everywhere, so loud that it could be heard through the windows on every floor of the Palace.
“And in the interest of peace,” Marco continued, “as your King, I make the following proclamation.”
The nine queens all looked at one another. This had not been in the script.
“In the name of the Spirit, of the Royal Family, and of the people of this world,” Marco said, “I hereby officially name this dimension…SUSAN!”
“Yes! Fuck yes!” Janna cried, pumping her fist in the air.
***
Moments later, they were all back inside. Wigburn excused himself and returned to his duties; there was much to be cleaned and repaired in the aftermath of the invasion, and he seemed anxious to get to it.
“Thanks, bro,” Marco said, putting a hand on Tom’s shoulder. “For saving Kelly…and saving me.”
“No problem at all, buddy,” Tom replied. “I’m just glad we’ve got Kelly back. Plus, you know, this whole dimension.”
Just then, Brigid emerged from the elevator.
“King Marco, my Queens,” she said, “the Oracle requests an audience with you.”
“You’re gonna have to excuse us,” Marco said to Tom.
“No problem,” Tom replied. “Rosa’s expecting me, anyway; she’s taking me to dinner.”
“But let’s hang out soon,” Marco said.
“Definitely.”
Marco and the girls all followed Brigid to the elevators and took two of them up to the level where the Oracle and her entourage had taken shelter. On the way up, Star got a phone call.
“Hey, girl!” Ponyhead said, sounding more like herself than she had in quite a while. “Me and the girls and Daddy are all better! I knew that stinkweed bubble tea I gave everybody would do the trick. I’m a hero!”
In the background, Star heard one of Ponyhead’s sisters say, “I never even drank that stuff.” Another said, “Me neither. It smelled grody.”
“Glad to know you’re all good, PH,” Star said. “Gotta go talk to the Oracle now. I’ll call you later.”
“Later, girl!” the blue unicorn head shouted, and hung up.
When the elevator doors opened, Brigid led everyone into the living room that the Oracle was currently occupying. Lydia was sitting on an easy chair, with Willoughby curled up on a cushion by her side.
“This has never happened before,” Lydia said, “but the Spirit wishes to speak to you directly.”
“Um,” Marco replied, “okay.”
Lydia closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they had a strange, bluish glow.
“Hi,” she said, her voice far less odd and ethereal now. “I’m the Spirit. Or at least, that’s what these cult people call me. I didn’t have a name, an appellation, a moniker before that, so I figured, you know, whatever.
“Anyhow, you guys probably have a lot of questions, queries, interrogatives, so I thought I’d give you a little Q&A time.”
Marco looked at her and said, “Then I’ll start with the big one. What are you?”
Lydia nodded. “As a few of your friends have figured out, I’m a virus. Really, a whole species of virus that makes up one sentient being, entity, personage.”
“Is the Possessor a virus, too?” Arms asked.
“Yeah,” Janna chimed in. “You called it ‘Sister, Brother, Sibling.’ What was that about?”
“We were once the same organism,” the Spirit explained. “We were just beginning to develop sentience when the destruction, the termination, the end of the magic hurled our humanoid hosts back to their home dimensions. I survived here among the Mewmans, humans, and monsters and became the Spirit; the other survived among the Woolettes and became the Possessor.”
“But you and the Possessor are so different,” Amanda said.
“Viruses evolve very quickly,” the Spirit replied. “Unfortunately, the Possessor developed a need for control that overrode her, his, their good sense. Which is why the Possessor no longer resides in any intelligent being, here or on Woolandia. But perhaps they still exist, and perhaps they will evolve into something better.”
Hekapoo, thinking about the conversation Star had just had with Ponyhead, said, “It seems like quite a coincidence that the Ponyheads are suddenly cured of their sickness. Did you have something to do with that?”
The Spirit sighed. “I can’t really take credit for curing them, since it was I who made them sick, ill, unwell in the first place.”
“Why?” Hekapoo asked.
“The Possessor is not compatible with unicorn physiology,” the Spirit explained. “Becoming Possessed would have killed the Ponyheads. So I gave them a reason to isolate themselves.”
Star, who hadn’t spoken up to this point, said flatly, “I have a question.”
“All right,” the Spirit said.
Star took a step closer to her and said, “Why us? Because I’m pretty sure you were guiding the choice of wives all along. Why did you pick the most…damaged people you could find? Every one of us came into this thing with a ton of guilt, or sadness, or anger, or all of the above.” Star’s fists clenched and she leaned forward, putting her face in Lydia’s as she went on, “Do you, like, feed off that or something? What’s wrong with you!?”
Calmly, the Spirit replied. “It was nothing like that. But yes, I did choose you all for your emotional distress.”
“Why?”
“That which is perfect,” the Spirit replied, “is smooth, impermeable, impenetrable. If there are no cracks, no breaks, no imperfections-” she touched a finger to Star’s chest “-then what is inside cannot come out.”
“OMG,” Janna said. “If you’re trying to say that the magic was inside us all along…” She opened her mouth and made a gagging gesture with her finger.
Star stared at Lydia’s wizened face for a long moment. Then Star suddenly turned to Hekapoo.
“That’s why you couldn’t die with the magic,” Star gasped. “You had to live so you could help bring the magic back!”
Hekapoo said nothing. She just threw her arms around Star and buried her face in the girl’s shoulder. Star held her tight.
“Wow, okay,” Marco replied. “So…why did it have to be nine wives?”
“Well, I originally said ‘several wives,’” the Spirit replied. “But ‘several’ just seemed to stress all the cultists out. That’s how I learned, apprehended, understood that cultists like exact numbers.”
“Okay,” Jackie said. “How come you gave us all, like, sexual superpowers?”
“Welllll,” the Spirit replied, “as a collective intelligence comprising quadrillions of organisms that reproduce asexually, I don’t know a lot, a great deal, a ton about sex. But you queens needed to get pregnant by Marco, so I figured I’d try and make sure you all had as much sex with him as possible, and I gave you those powers to encourage you. I didn’t pick the powers myself; I just went with whatever your deepest, most hidden, most secret desire was.”
“Is- Is that why I didn’t get one?” Star asked. “Because I didn’t have some secret deep-down sex wish?”
“Who says you didn’t get one?” the Spirit replied. “Yours just needed a little extra oomph to come out. You’ll see it soon enough, now that your magic is back.”
“But I’ve been a bride since this all started, and I didn’t get my magic back until yesterday.”
“Sorry, apologies, my bad,” the Spirit said earnestly. “I don’t perceive time the same way you do. It helps me predict the future, but I don’t always remember that some things need to happen in a particular order.”
Everyone was quiet for a moment, Marco and his nine queens all looking at one another. Then Marco spoke.
“I guess I just have one more question, at least for now. What’s next?”
“Well,” the Spirit replied, “you’ll rule, oversee, administrate this dimension-”
“Susan,” Janna cut in.
“-however you see fit. You’ll have your children, and you’ll try to raise them to be wise, compassionate, and courageous. Because Susan is going to be in big trouble again in another fifteen or twenty years.”
Lydia’s eyelids began to droop. Marco wondered if channeling the Spirit like this was taxing her.
“All right, everybody,” he said. “I think we’d better let the Oracle rest up. Spirit, thanks for this.”
“You’re welcome, no problem, anytime,” the Spirit replied. Then Lydia’s eyes closed, her head fell forward, and the woman began to snore.
***
Tom and Rosa were dining al fresco at a downtown restaurant to celebrate the success of their new antiviral treatment. Tom was happy about having used it to save Kelly, but he also wondered about the implications of making the treatment more broadly available.
“I mean,” he said, “it removes the Spirit as well as the Possessor. I know that was why we started working on it in the first place, but now that the world isn’t in danger anymore, I’m noticing how happy all the Spirit carriers are. I don’t know if I want to take that away from them.”
“Well,” Rosa replied, “I don’t see any reason not to at least give them the choice. Once the treatment has been through clinical trials, anyway; we have no idea what side effects this cure might have.”
A black sedan pulled up to the curb. The engine turned off, and a man in a black suit and tie stepped out. Rosa looked at him with surprise, then turned to Tom.
“Sorry, I have to take this.”
She got up and walked over to the man.
“Bob?” she said.
“Hello, Rosa,” the man replied.
“What are you doing here?”
“As you can imagine, the incident here in Echo Creek drew our program’s attention.”
Rosa nodded. “Yes, I expect it would have.”
Bob drew closer to her.
“Look, I know there were some problems between you and Administration. But this incident, and the way you handled it despite having limited resources, shows that the Area 51 program needs its best exobiologist back. I promise you’ll be given a much freer hand.”
“Well, that’s…I’ll think about it,” Rosa replied.
“I’m flying back to Nevada tonight. If you want to be on that plane, just let me know.”
***
The palace had included a conference room since day one, but this was the first time Marco and the nine queens had actually used it. This conversation seemed too important to have in the breakfast nook.
“Now that we know that there’s a science-y way to travel between dimensions,” Star said, “we should go to Woolandia.”
“With the Possessor running it for so long,” Kelly said, “it’s going to be a mess there. The Woolettes will need our help.” Marco and the others nodded.
“Sorry, guys,” Hekapoo said, “but I don’t think I can make dimensional scissors anymore. Or any other magical thing that exists outside of me.”
Kelly added, “And the dimension-crossing technology the Possessed developed is one-way only. We’ll need to build machines of our own.”
“We’ve already got scientists and engineers working on it,” Marco replied. “With the help of some Woolettes who got stuck on this side after the invasion.”
“So, what else is on our to-do list?” Amanda asked.
“Soon,” Marco said, “we’ll need to figure out a system of government for Susan. I’m not super-comfortable with the ten of us having absolute power.”
“Yeah, it corrupts absolutely, and all that,” Higgs replied.
“Speaking of power,” Arms said, “now that I can control earth and rocks, I guess I’ll dig my parents’ castle out of that mountain at some point.”
“I need to get Catalina Marquez that scholarship,” Brittney said.
“We need to figure out exactly how magic works now,” Hekapoo added.
“Guys,” Janna said, “this is great and all, but-” she smiled slyly “-I think there’s something else we should do first.”
***
“Bob is right,” Rosa said to Tom as they finished their after-dinner lattes. “I need to go back to my old job. The world has to be prepared in case something like this ever happens again.”
“So, you’re leaving Echo Creek?” Tom asked. “For good?”
“Yes. Tonight.”
“It’s just that…for the past few weeks, you’ve basically been my best friend.”
Rosa took Tom’s hand in both of hers.
“You have lots of friends here. I think it’s time you reconnected with them.”
She leaned forward and kissed him.
“I hope I’ll see you again, Tom.”
“Likewise.”
***
“So,” Janna explained, “we beat the bad guys, saved the world, and—bonus—brought back magic. If there was ever a time to party, it’s now.”
“Oh, it’s definitely now,” Star said, her blue eyes growing big. “So, what do we do to celebrate?”
“A ball!” Arms cried.
“A feast!” Higgs yelled.
“A wet T-shirt contest!” Brittney shouted.
“Duh, an orgy!” Janna hollered.
This last suggestion raised cheers from the entire group. But before anyone could start getting furniture or clothing out of the way, Higgs spoke up.
“An orgy sounds great,” she said, “but how are we going have a better one than we had on our wedding night?”
Hekapoo came over to Marco’s side.
“Marco,” Hekapoo said with a smirk, “I just thought of something that you’re really going to like. Actually, we’re all going to like it.”
“Um, what’s that?” Marco said, cautiously intrigued.
She took Marco’s hand and put it on her hip. Marco got the idea.
Suddenly, Marco seemed to move in eight different directions at once as he made several copies of himself. Star and Hekapoo stepped back to make room for the sudden abundance of Marcos.
“Whoa!” the boy exclaimed from several mouths at once. “There are nine of me!”
“Yeah,” Hekapoo said smugly, “but we’re gonna need more than that. I’m looking to get DPed.”
“Yeah!” Star agreed.
“I wanna get DPed too!” Janna exclaimed. “No, TPed!”
“You want the Marcos to cover your house in toilet paper?” Amanda asked, her brow furrowing.
“No, triple-penetrated,” Janna exclaimed. “That’s where three guys put their-”
“Oooooh!” Amanda interrupted, suddenly getting it. “I want that too!”
“Make more Marcos!” Jackie cheered.
“Well, then, ladies,” the central Marco said, “better stand back.”
The girls moved back, and in moments there were dozens of Marco-clones. Star sidled up to Hekapoo.
“Um, Hekapoo, when you had this idea, did you think about how much room we were gonna need?”
“As a matter of fact, I did,” Hekapoo replied smugly. Then she shouted, “Wigburn! Open the doors to the ballroom!”
Wigburn, as usual, popped up from nowhere. “Right away, my Queen!”
He threw open the ballroom doors, and the girls and Marcos murmured in amazement. The vast wooden floor had been covered from wall to wall in deep-pile carpet, and all around the room there were daybeds, queen size beds, and other, more esoteric items of sex-friendly furniture. There were also a dozen or so narrow wrought-iron stands bearing pump bottles of lube.
“I hope Your Highnesses find this arrangement satisfactory,” Wigburn said.
“Oh, it’s very satisfactory,” Star replied.
Suddenly, the queens and Marcos were charging past Wigburn and into the ballroom like a herd of horny llamas. The doors slammed shut behind them.
Marco found the experience of multiple selves amazing. Each copy of him was him, not just an identical being with a separate consciousness. But at the same time, as he focused on each of his nine queens, he didn’t feel like he was multitasking; rather, he could give each girl his undivided attention. He was each Marco, and he was every Marco. And all of him was about to have a fantastic night. That knowledge was already making him hard.
The girls and Marcos began to take off their clothes. But when the Marcos got down to their boxers, Star pointed at the substantial bulge in them.
“Guys!” Star cried. “I think there’s even more of Polo to love!”
The normally laid-back Janna charged out through the ballroom doors like a bull at Pamplona and, mere moments later, sprinted back in with the wooden ruler in hand. She landed on her knees on the carpet at the feet of Star’s Marco; then she yanked down his boxers and held the ruler next to his wang.
“Fourteen inches!” she cried triumphantly, and all the girls cheered.
“I think that’s gonna be it, though,” Marco said. “Polo’s reached his limit. Which is a good thing, ‘cause I’m already having to ask the Royal Seamstress for tailored underpants.”
“Fine with me,” Brittney said eagerly. “Fourteen is my new lucky number!”
“Oh, definitely,” Higgs said.
“Call me Polofan14!” Amanda shouted.
Now, some of the girls finished stripping completely naked, while others left certain items on. Hekapoo was wearing crotchless black panties with black fishnet stockings and garters. Brittney wore a yellow pushup demi-bra that just exposed the tops of her nipples and tight short-shorts that showed off the bottom inch of her ass-curves and that were the same yellow as the bra. Higgs wore nothing but a new, brown-leather dog collar with her silver “Marco’s Bitch” tag dangling from it.
The Marcos eagerly got naked, too, then split up to approach the various girls. Three Marcos gathered in front of Jackie; one of them kissed her while the other two caressed her huge breasts and whispered in her ear.
“We’ll touch them and suck them all night long, if that’ll make you happy.”
“We’ll fuck them, too,” another one said. “All of us. Because I love you.”
Jackie finished the kiss with Marco and sighed, “I love you, too.”
One Marco lay down on his back in front of Janna, holding his erect cock upward with his hand. Janna got the hint and lowered herself onto it, closing her eyes and groaning as she impaled her pussy on the huge member. As she lowered herself down, another Marco moved in front of her, his thick cockhead inches from her face, and the third Marco knelt down behind her. Janna was pretty focused on filling her love-tunnel with as much Marco-dong as possible, but even over all the noises around her, she could hear the Marco behind her slicking his thick shaft with lube.
Then she felt that thick cockhead against her asshole, and suddenly it was the only thing she could think about. Especially as he pushed it in.
“Ohhhhh, Goddddddd,” Janna moaned.
Marco didn’t stop; he pushed in inch after inch after inch, making Janna feel more full than she ever had in her life.
“Oh, God…” she moaned again. “How are you…getting all that…up my ass?”
“It’s not all in yet,” Marco replied. Janna moaned at the thought that he was about to go even deeper inside her than this.
Meanwhile, Arms was sitting on an armless chair, flanked by a pair of Marcos. She was using her upper pair of arms to slowly massage their cocks and the lower pair to fondle their big balls. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted as she experienced their pleasure through her hands.
“You always make me feel so good, Arms,” Marco murmured.
“Oh, Marco, you’re so much fun to play with,” Arms sighed in reply.
A Marco grabbed Kelly, seizing two thick fistfuls of her green hair, and pulled her head back so as to make her spine arch and push her chest forward. A second Marco then slapped her across her vulnerable breasts, hitting both of them with one swing. When Kelly moaned with pleasure, he slapped her tits three more times, right to left to right.
The two Marcos then threw Kelly over the back of a sofa. One held her down while the other spanked her hard, leaving a series of overlapping red handprints on her ass. Kelly shrieked with pain and pleasure until they gave her a momentary respite.
“Does this mean,” Kelly panted, “that you…forgive me…or that…you want…to punish me?”
Marco leaned down next to Kelly and gently put his hand on her cheek.
“Yes,” he said. Then the other Marco began spanking her again, and Kelly cried out with joy.
Two Marcos approached Hekapoo from either side. Wordlessly, but with smiles on their faces, they caressed her all over, most especially her broad hips and thick thighs.
“Oh, Marco,” Hekapoo sighed. “My body is always going to be yours…Just take me, any way you want…”
Marco was happy to oblige. The two of him escorted Hekapoo to a familiar sofa that had been brought to the ballroom from the parlor. Then one Marco sat down and pulled Hekapoo onto his lap, impaling her wet, open pussy on his thick member. The other Marco stepped his feet apart to put his cock at the correct height and then eased it into the curvaceous redhead’s asshole. Hekapoo let out a long sigh of pleasure.
A full dozen Marcos crowded around Brittney. All of them were shamelessly eying her naked body, which seemed more shapely, athletic, and beautiful than ever.
“Put on a show for us, Brittney,” one of them said.
“Yeah,” another one added. “Something hot.”
Brittney got her phone out of her tiny purse and put on a playlist she’d titled “Music to Get Naked By.” The Marcos whooped and cheered as the girl danced erotically for them, running her hands down over her tight ass clad in those tight shorts and then dropping to the floor and fucking her hips into the air to the beat of the music. She leaped to her feet again and started stripping off her clothes: first peeling off the shorts to reveal a petite yellow thong beneath, then tossing the bra away like a string of beads at Mardi Gras, and finally doing the same with the thong.
“So, boys,” she said, getting down on her hands and knees and crawling slowly toward a couple of the Marcos with catlike grace and a wicked smile. “How about you two fuck me while the others cheer us on?”
Another gang of Marcos had surrounded Higgs. Now, they pushed the girl around between them, roughly groping her tits and pinching and smacking her ass, acting like a bunch of drunken frat boys who’d slept through the sexual harassment talk at freshman orientation. Higgs was panting, and her neck and chest were flushing pink with sexual excitement. She hadn’t considered that multiple Marcos could humiliate her in ways that a single Marco couldn’t.
“You like that, bitch?” one of them said, pushing her toward another Marco.
“I hope so,” the second Marco said, giving her ass a squeeze before shoving her away, “‘cause you’re our little pet pig now.”
Amanda, who was watching this scene, said, “Awww, I wanted to be the pig.”
“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” one of the Marcos said, moving in front of Amanda before unzipping his pants and taking out his huge erection. “You’re gonna be my pig for sure. And now it’s time to feed you.”
“And then I’m gonna feed you, too,” another Marco said.
“And me,” said a third.
“And me,” said a fourth.
“And by the time they’re done,” the first Marco said, “I’ll have another nice big load ready to shoot into your stomach. You can have our cocks down your throat all night if you want.”
The other Marcos chimed in, “And swallow all the cum you want.” “Quarts of it.” “Gallons of it.”
Amanda squealed with joy and dropped to her knees. Then she grabbed the base of the first Marco’s cock in both hands and began shoving his long, thick cock into her mouth and down her throat like she was starving for it. With her newly enhanced internal senses, she could feel every ridge and vein of Marco’s member as it plunged down nearly to her stomach, and the sensations added to her pleasure.
Three Marcos were now standing around Star, all of them with their arms around her.
“I love being able to hug you this much,” Marco murmured in her ear.
“I like it too,” Star replied, closing her eyes and smiling.
She loved being enveloped in Marco’s warmth, his scent, his everything. But there was something else she wanted even more.
“But tonight,” she said, opening her eyes, “I think I just want one Marco. You know I have trouble focusing sometimes, and it would be nice to have just one pair of eyes to look in.”
Two of the Marcos vanished.
“Your wish is my command, my Queen,” the remaining Marco said.
“Good,” she said, booping Marco on the nose. “Then I command you to make sweet, sweet love to me.”
Marco put his arms around her and kissed her. It had been mere weeks since the first time he’d felt her naked body against his like this, but it seemed like a lifetime ago. Maybe it just felt that way because that guy, that Marco, had been such a different person.
And that was okay. He liked who he was then, but he liked who he was now, too. And he felt the same way about Star: the old, pre-Spirit Star and the new one were both wonderful people whom Marco felt lucky to be with.
There was a daybed nearby, and Star guided him to it and then lay down on it, pulling Marco down with her so that he lay on top of her, looking into her big blue eyes. She put a hand on his cheek.
“I love you, Marco.”
“I love you so much, Star.”
She reached down between them. His member was so large and hard against her thigh that her hand had no need to search for it; she found it instantly and grasped it to put it to her entrance even as she opened her legs wide.
“Push it in,” she murmured.
“Oh, yes,” Marco breathed, and pushed.
The world around them seemed to shift. Now they lay, not on a daybed, but on a fluffy white cloud that felt as soft as a baby pig-goat’s wool. Around them they saw only other clouds, and above them was nothing but blue sky and a golden sun whose warmth felt sensual on their naked skin.
Under other circumstances, Marco might have freaked out over this sudden and unexplained change of venue. But it was funny how having your fourteen inches of cock buried in someone you loved could mellow you out.
“Where are we?” Marco asked calmly.
“I think,” Star replied, “this is my sexual superpower doing its thing. Back before we had an actual sex life, I used to fantasize about us doing it on a cloud, just like this.”
“Is it…real?”
“Nah, I’m pretty sure it’s all in our heads. You and I are still lying on that daybed, with everyone boinking away around us.”
“Wow. As powers go, this is pretty cool.”
“Ain’t it? Maybe later I’ll use it with all ten of us, so we can have an orgy in a bouncy castle or something. But right now, I’m glad to have you all to myself—while all the other girls have you to themselves.”
“Sounds perfect,” Marco replied, and they began to move together, as slow and even and strong as swells on the ocean.
Jackie was now lying on one of the low daybeds, which was so narrow that one of the Marcos could straddle her stomach standing up. This gave him complete freedom of movement to slowly fuck his thick cock between her huge breasts even as two other Marcos hungrily sucked and tongued her nipples. A fourth Marco was kneeling between Jackie’s wide-spread legs, fucking her blonde-tufted pussy at the same slow pace at which his cohort was fucking her tits.
“Oh, Marco,” Jackie gasped, her whole being awash in sexual pleasure, “this feels better than anything ever…”
“I love your tits so much, Jackie,” murmured the Marco who was fucking them. He gave Jackie’s huge mams a loving squeeze as he went on, “I promise I’ll touch them and suck them and fuck them and love them forever and ever…just like I’ll love you forever.”
“Oh yes,” she whimpered, “oh please yes…my beautiful Marco…please love me and my tits forever…”
Janna wasn’t capable of making any verbal declarations of love; not only did she have fourteen magnificent inches of cock steadily pumping in and out of her pussy and asshole, but her mouth was completely filled by Marco’s cockhead, which she suckled as eagerly as a hungry calf at the teat.
“Oh, Janna,” moaned the Marco who was fucking her ass, watching as his lube-slicked shaft moved out of Janna’s impossibly widely stretched hole. “I could fuck your sweet holes all day and night…”
“Oh hell yes,” gasped the Marco beneath her, whose huge cock was completely buried in her pussy. “I wanna fuck your ass and your pussy and your mouth and shoot big, hot loads in you over and over again…”
These confessions of lust were making Janna feel even more aroused…but they made her feel more than that. She looked up at the face of the Marco whose cock was in her mouth and spoke to him with her eyes.
You know I love you, you big dope, she thought. That’s why I want to be completely full of you.
Arms was jerking off her two Marcos faster now, continuing to fondle their big balls as they did so. But now, a third Marco sat on the chair beneath her, his cock way up in her pussy and his hands on her hips, moving her up and down on his shaft.
“Oh yes,” Arms gasped. “Ohhhhh, your cocks, I love them so much…”
Kelly was in paradise. Her body hung over the back of a sofa, allowing one Marco to stand up on the sofa and face-fuck her with brutal vigor while another stood behind her and spanked her just as brutally. He had left so many red handprints on Kelly’s tan ass that they were no longer distinguishable from one another; instead, her whole ass had a pink-red glow.
Hekapoo had been riding her two Marcos’ cocks at a slow, steady pace. Both Marcos held her by her broad hips as they helped her move up and down.
“Oh, Marco, I love it when you hold me like that,” Hekapoo breathed. “Those big hips of mine are gonna help me have all the babies you want to put in me.”
“Oh yeah?” the Marco fucking her pussy murmured in her ear. “‘Cause that might be quite a few.”
“I’ll stay pregnant my whole life if that’s what you want,” Hekapoo gasped. “As long as you keep fucking babies into me, I’ll keep having them…”
Brittney’s dozen Marcos had picked her up and laid her down on her back on a piece of furniture that resembled a massage table, being about waist-high and padded on top. This enabled one Marco to fuck her while the others moved their hands and eyes all over her body.
“God,” panted the Marco who was fucking Brittney, “you are so hot…and tight…”
“I’ll always…be hot…for you…Marco…” the girl gasped in reply.
Higgs was standing bent over at the waist while Marco fucked her from behind. Five more Marcos were standing around her, massaging their huge cocks as they peppered the redhead with verbal abuse.
“We’re gonna make you our personal cum-dumpster,” one of them said.
“Yeah,” another added, putting his cockhead right in front of Higgs’ face as he jacked his massive member. “We’re gonna whitewash you like the fence at a pig farm.”
“While we breed you like the sow you are,” another added.
Amanda was excitedly gagging on Marco’s cock, which she had swallowed to the balls. Three other Marcos used one hand each to fondle her breasts—which had just begun growing—and her ass while slowly jacking themselves with their other hand to ensure that they would each have a nice big load to shoot into Amanda’s stomach when their turn came to fuck her throat. Amanda had swallowed quite a few loads already, and her tummy was literally bulging, yet she craved even more. So she was using her powers to make her throat muscles massage Marco’s cock in ways far more sophisticated and stimulating than simple repeated swallowing.
“Amanda,” said the Marco who was fondling the girl’s left breast, “you really like being full of cum, don’t you?” Not that he had to ask, because he could sense it, but talking to her made the experience even more enjoyable for both of them.
“NnnnHnnn!” the girl replied, nodding as best she could; shapeshifter or no, having a hard cock down her throat limited her neck’s range of motion.
“I was thinking,” Marco said, “you might like having your womb and your ass filled with cum, too!”
“NnnnnHnnnn!” the girl replied eagerly. Then her eyes looked down at the base of the cock in her mouth as she added, “Nnnnn?”
“Yes,” Marco replied, “I can keep your throat filled with cock the whole time.”
“Ynnnn!” Amanda cheered.
Taking care not to interrupt Amanda’s cocksucking, the two titty-fondling Marcos helped Amanda stand up on her knees so that ass-squeezing Marco could slide underneath her. He held up his Polo, and then the other two Marcos slowly let Amanda down, impaling her pussy on it. Amanda moaned and let the Marco beneath her help her move slowly up and down. One of the other Marcos, meanwhile, lubed up his cock while the other Marco bent Amanda forward to expose her asshole. Then the lubed-up Marco put his thick cockhead against her tiny hole and pushed.
“Nnnnngggghhllll…” Amanda moaned around her throat-ful of cock. Marco’s huge member opening up her little rear hole felt better than she could have imagined—especially when it got her ass all the way open and sank in. Amanda could feel inch after inch of her rear passage being deflowered, and it was beyond wonderful.
A warm breeze passed gently over their bare skin as Star and Marco made love on their cloud. Marco looked deep into Star’s big blue eyes, and they worked their bodies harder against each other. Star, lying beneath Marco, held his face in her hands, wordlessly telling him that she didn’t want to look at anything but his eyes, to hear anything but his breathing, to feel anything but his body on hers and his cock moving deep inside her.
Marco was tit-fucking Jackie good and hard now, and another Marco was pounding her blonde pussy just as vigorously. Jackie’s huge breasts would have been wobbling like mad had two other Marcos not been holding them steady so as to suck her thick pink nipples as hard as Marco was fucking them.
“Oh Marco! Oh God!” Jackie cried. “Cum on my tits! Please, cum on my tits!”
“Ah- Ah- AAAAAAH!” the Marcos cried. As one came in her pussy, Jackie’s other three Marcos grabbed their cocks and shot massive loads of seed onto Jackie’s breasts, coating them in layer upon layer of thick cum. Jackie screamed and screamed in ecstasy, but even as she did, her powers reflexively ensured that every jet of Marco’s hot cum went straight onto her huge tits.
Janna was getting vigorously double-barreled by the Marcos who were beneath and behind her while she passionately made out with her third Marco, both of her hands massaging his cock as they kissed. She broke off the kiss and spoke to him in gasping breaths.
“Oh Marco…from now on…I want you…to gangbang me…every time…we fuck…”
“Oh, but Janna,” Marco replied teasingly, “the next time we fuck, I’m not going to copy Hekapoo’s powers—I’m going to copy Amanda’s. And after I turn into a horse, I’m going to shove two feet of cock up your ass.”
“OH GOD!” Janna screamed, and her holes squeezed Marco’s cocks so hard that he shot a massive volume of cum into her womb and bowels at the same time, making Janna scream even louder.
Arms was now furiously jerking the cocks of two Marcos while bouncing on the third one’s lap like she was riding an out-of-control warnicorn.
“Arms,” the Marco beneath her grunted as he helped the girl raise her hips up and then slam them back down again and again, “I’m…gonna…cum…soon…”
“Yes!” Arms cried. “Cum! CUM!”
Marco shouted and fired his load up inside her while the other two practically blasted her with semen from either side. Arms released her grip on their cocks and let them shoot all over her hands and forearms, coating them thickly with seed, and then Arms was screaming with a powerful climax.
Kelly was still hanging over the back of the sofa, but now, the Marco who had been spanking her from behind was brutally taking her anal virginity while the one in front of her continued face-fucking her and holding her head in place by gripping and pulling two big fistfuls of her green hair.
“Here comes…your first…ass-load…Kelly…” the one behind her panted.
“I’m gonna…fucking…drown you…” gasped the one pounding her face.
Kelly came hard, screaming around her mouth full of cock. Then her two Marcos cried out and shot huge loads into her from both ends; the one in front of her made good on his promise and pulled his cock out of her throat just enough to make Kelly choke on his seed, making cum leak from her nose and making her orgasm even more powerful.
Hekapoo was galloping on the laps of her two Marcos, their cocks plunging up into her pussy and ass again and again as their hands gripped her wide hips tightly. Her plump tits bounced like mad, and she babbled non-stop through her parted lips.
“Oh Marco, oh yes, fuck me, fuck me deep and hard, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop…don’t…AAAAAAH!”
She came so hard that the tight grip of her pussy and asshole set the two Marcos off instantly. They shot so much seed up into her that her belly swelled, and when Hekapoo had the fleeting thought that this was a sensory preview of what the later stages of her pregnancy would feel like, she came even harder.
Marco was fucking Brittney full force now, making her perky tits jiggle violently. The eleven other Marcos around Brittney were each jacking their cocks with one hand while continuing to touch her all over with the other, all of them murmuring about her smooth, toned thighs, her beautifully curved waist, her shapely legs, her perfect breasts, and her beautiful face.
“Omigod!” Brittney screamed. “I- I’m- AaaaAAAAAAH!”
Higgs was now on her knees on the floor, getting pumped hard from behind by one Marco while she licked another Marco’s balls. That Marco was jerking his cock fast, as were the other four Marcos who stood around Higgs.
“Here it…comes…slut…,” one of them grunted. “Gonna…cover…you…NNNGH!”
As the Marco fucking Higgs from behind fired a flood of cum into her pussy, he grabbed her under her chin and pulled her face up so that three of the Marcos could shoot their huge loads all over her face and into her mouth and hair. The other two Marcos shot thick ropes of semen across her back and ass, striping her like a pastry. The powerful torrent of hot cum on her and in her made Higgs scream with orgasm, her voice bubbling because of the mass of cum in her mouth. Her orgasm didn’t stop until well after the six Marcos pushed her to the floor and made her wallow like a pig in their cum.
Amanda couldn’t have thought of a better way to lose her anal virginity. Feeling those two long, thick cylinders of hot flesh pump in and out of her two lower holes, pressing against each other through the wall between her two inner channels, felt absolutely incredible—especially as her throat still bulged with another thick member, which on the in-strokes reached most of the way to her stomach. She could feel all of it in exquisite detail, and she hoped she could spend many nights in the near future being completely full of Marco’s cock.
“We’re gonna fill you up, Amanda,” the Marco fucking her pussy breathed.
“You’ll have so much cum in you,” the Marco in her ass said, “you’ll look like you’re pregnant with triplets.”
The one fucking her throat added breathlessly, “No girl on Earth has ever had as much cum inside her at one time as you’re gonna have.”
Amanda was so turned on that she didn’t think she could wait another minute to experience what Marco was promising her. She started riding Marco’s cocks hard and bobbing her head like mad, making the Polo in her mouth plunge down her throat again and again even as she squeezed it ardently with her throat muscles. The Marcos took hold of her face and ass and fucked her as hard as she was fucking them.
“Nnnghll! Nnnghll! Nnnghll!” Amanda grunted rapturously. The pleasure of getting fucked so hard and so deep in all three holes was unbelievable. The only thing that could possibly feel better than this would be the Marcos cumming inside her.
Marco’s pleasure was equally intense. Fucking Amanda with the full length of his cock in all three holes at once was an unparalleled experience. The tightness of her love-tunnel, the heat of her bowels, and ardent flexing of her throat were driving him wild, as was Amanda’s use of her powers to stimulate him even further with her insides. And when she looked up at him and practically begged him with her eyes to unload inside her, he couldn’t help but seize her face and ass, drive his cocks into her to the balls, and shout with ecstasy as he shot three huge loads deep into Amanda’s body. Amanda loosed a long, gurgling scream and thrashed between Marco’s bodies as she came harder than ever before, and her orgasm went on and on as her belly swelled with Marco’s seed.
Star and Marco were now fucking like crazy on their cloud. Star was gripping Marco’s ass to help him pound her as hard as he could. Despite the effort, they both had their eyes open and were looking straight into each other’s faces as they fucked at full speed.
“Marco…” Star gasped. “This…is…everything…I…ever…AAAAAAAAAAAAH!”
“OOOOAAAAAAAAH!” Marco cried, and shot a huge load of semen into Star. The feel of it rushing into her womb made the pitch of Star’s orgasmic scream rise higher, and she clutched him forcefully with her arms and legs and pussy.
When they finished, Star’s cloud-world vanished, and they were back on the daybed.
The girls and all the Marcos looked around at one another. Brittney still had Marco’s cock buried deep in her pussy, and even though she had just cum, having everyone see her like that was turning her on. Likewise, Higgs, sitting up in her pool of semen, felt a thrill of erotic delight as the others saw her debasement. Meanwhile, Arms was helping a few of the Marcos clean the layers of cum off Jackie’s breasts with towels, gratuitously touching the skater-girl’s sensitive nipples while she was at it and feeling pleasurable vibes in her own nipples as a result.
“We’re not done, are we?” Janna asked, then leered at the two panting Marcos whose cocks were still deep in her pussy and asshole.
The one she had been kissing put his hands on her face and looked in her deep-brown eyes as he replied, “We’re nowhere near done.”
“Definitely not,” the other Marcos said to the girls.
***
It was not until the first light of dawn began to creep over Echo Creek that the girls and Marco were sated. Marco’s various selves merged back into one, and he and his nine queens lay in a big, exhausted, happy pile on the plush carpeted floor.
“This is it,” Janna said. “My life is officially perfect.”
“I can’t wait to buy some cute maternity clothes,” Brittney sighed.
“I can’t wait to be in labor,” Kelly said dreamily.
“I can’t wait to start nursing,” Jackie replied.
Star reached out and took the hands of whoever was lying next to her. She didn’t look to see who it was, because it didn’t matter. There was no one in the room she didn’t love with her whole heart.
“You know,” she said, “I think this is what ‘happily ever after’ feels like.”
“Yeah,” Marco replied. “And it’s better than I ever could have hoped.”
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My sincerest thanks to Fairy Slayer for his incredible and tireless alpha- and beta-reading.
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Smooshed, or, The Nine Wives of Marco Diaz