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I Summon the All-Seeing Eye	By : all_possible_worlds Category: +S through Z > Star vs. The Forces of Evil Views: 29523 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 28: 赤い月
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Note2: This is the last chapter in Part III that contains a porn scene.
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Jackie's idea did sound pretty crazy. But, at the same time, Star realized that she wanted to do this. She missed Marco. She missed excitement, and fun, and weird, and awesome, and all the joyous bright feelings that she always felt when she was around her best friend. The kind of feelings that seemed to have been displaced by a dreadful emptiness ever since they returned from St. O's. And, ok, she specifically missed sex with Marco too, alright? And Marco kisses. She could always use more Marco kisses.
She had spent two weeks with her heart frozen solid with anger and determination. It had led her only to pain and to death. Pain and death might still be in the horizon, closer to all of them than they could possibly imagine. After coming back to life, Star wanted to feel alive even more than she ever did before, and that was saying quite something!
It wasn't that she was ignoring how bad or how serious things were. She knew they were bad, really bad. But there would be time for that tomorrow. Sam was not going to destroy them or their homes today and, while they were inside his domain, they remained safe from anything else that wished to hurt them. That much hadn't changed. It gave them one more night of calm in the eye of the storm. So, for now, she could do with figuring out if things between her and Marco were not completely torn to shreds after the last few weeks, if they could even go back to how things felt, before St. O's. She could do with feeling the boy's hands on her body, his lips against hers, his... well, you got the idea. She could really do with some 'happy we are alive tonight' sex. That is, if Marco was up for it.
Right now, however, the boy seemed to be looking back and forth between the two girls. That whole air of Marco being older and wiser, which he had had just a few minutes ago? Gone! He was back to being the awkward boy he had always been. Which was, usually, like super cute and everything. But, right now, it was mostly making Star herself way too nervous about the whole thing.
Jackie had grabbed a chair, sat calmly on it, propped her sheathed sword against the wall, and smiled at the two of them, expectantly.
"Marco," Star asked, "do you want to do this? It's fine if you don't..."
"Yeah..." he answered, uncertain. "I mean, yeah, I do. It is, just, I... I... Damn, this is like every guy's fantasy, and I can't figure out how to start... even though I guess it is the same as any other time... I... I suppose I am just having a bit of a... Marco moment," he stammered, and let out a small sigh. There was a faint chuckle from a chair near the wall.
"How about," Jackie spoke behind him. Star noticed the human girl winking at her. "How about I tell you how to start?"
Marco nodded, bashfully, "Ah, yeah, ok..."
"Alright, Marco," the human girl spoke. Her voice sounded a lot more confident than it had mere moments ago. It sounded like Jackie again, the mewman thought. "First things first: go sit besides Star on the bed. You are not getting anything done just standing there, dude." She chuckled good-naturedly. Star noticed the other girl was still blushing softly. The boy, of course, couldn't see that just yet, since he was still facing the other way, towards her.
Marco walked up to where Star was sitting, and sat himself, a bit too rigidly, besides her.
"Good, now, turn to look at her," Jackie commanded him, clearly enjoying her role as improvised puppet master. She said nothing for a while. Star stared into Marco's chocolate-milkshake eyes. The princess bit her lip, in anticipation. Right then, she heard Jackie say: "Kiss her."
She felt Marco's lips on hers, his hands around her back, brushing gently against her wings under the towel. She gasped, and kissed him back, hungrily. She hugged his back and pressed herself against his shirtless torso, feeling the heat of his body through the towel. The kiss seemed to last forever, and yet not nearly long enough. She missed this, and he apparently missed her too. Once they finally separated, they were both staring at each other's broad bright smile.
"Wow, nice going there, Diaz!" Star heard Jackie exclaim, and her cheekmarks went red with a nervous blush. It only got like five times worse, after she heard the next instruction. "Ok, now, take off that towel."
Marco effortlessly unknotted the blue towel from over her shoulder, and let it fall. His eyes were glued to her famously small breasts. "Marco, you have seen those before!" she protested. He had seen them just now, right after the fight, actually. They all had.
"Well, I don't think I ever truly got a good look," Jackie pointed out. "Marco... show me."
She was clearly enjoying this way too much! The human boy did as asked, and gently turned the princess towards the outside of the bed, towards a grinning Jackie. Star felt extremely self-conscious then. She knew she didn't measure up to the human girl, and, besides, she wasn't sure if she liked the idea of another girl checking her out. They were both into boys anyways, not girls, right? I mean, not that there was anything wrong if Jackie was, of course...
"Ok, now touch them, and lick her neck," the other girl commanded, and Marco complied. Star looked at the other girl incredulously, even as she let herself become lost in the sensations, her earlier questions and concerns forgotten. Of his own initiative, Marco gently bit her left earlobe. She gasped.
Jackie's eyes went wide with surprise, and she reached out towards her own left ear. "Star, what the hell was that?!"
"What was what?" the princess asked. Marco stopped, confused.
"I felt that!" Jackie explained. "Maybe I am imagining things, but..."
"Oh?" Star blinked, then smiled broadly towards Jackie. "Oh. Oooohhh! I, I think I know what it is... Jackie, let me show you something super cool! Marco, my breasts... lick at them!" She shouted, enthusiastically. Her hesitation overpowered by her eagerness to show the other girl something really awesome.
Marco seemed hesitant for a moment there. Star simply turned to face him and proudly presented her own chest as an invitation, forgetting all previous considerations about the size of the 'treat' she offered, pointing at her nipples like he needed help to find them. "My boobs, Marco Diaz, if you please."
"Well, I mean," Jackie chuckled, "It's what I was going to ask for next, so..."
The boy shrugged and smiled, and begun kissing along the slow rising edge of two tiny but sensitive mounds of flesh. Star closed her eyes, and focused on just feeling things, her mouth vocalizing unconscious purrs of pleasure. Yeah, yeah, irresponsible, dark magic, not a toy, yada yada. But, well, she had to show this to Jackie! She was going to flip!
The mewman let herself feel the texture of Marco's tongue against her skin, the anticipation of his ever closer circular laps around her nipples, the urgency of long postponed sensations, the building arousal between her legs. She could also perceive something else, shimmering invisible around her, and inside her. She could feel Marco's desire as well as her own, and also...
She heard a gasp coming from the chair, and opened her eyes to grin knowingly at Jackie. "So! You felt that too! Right? Right!?"
The human's nipples, pointing visibly through even the unflattering brown fabric of her costume, were almost proof enough. Although, of course, maybe she just liked watching. The princess could have empathized with that, after all. Not that she would admit to it, of course. Still, Star didn't think it was just an effect of the view.
"How?" Jackie asked, as calmly as anyone possibly could in that situation.
"Well, it's the link," Star explained. Then, upon seeing the girl's puzzled look, and Marco's, she added, "the thing that makes me see you two? I guess this confirms that it works the same both ways. I should have known after the Tom thing. But, well, the thing is, maybe I never mentioned this but... I can't only see things, I, I feel them..."
"You have been feeling us having sex!" Jackie shouted, shocked and flustered.
"Yeah... I... I am sorry, I should have..." Star begun stammering. It just occurred to her that showing off like this was a bad idea, given Jackie was not quite over the spying thing in the first place.
"Yeah, of course you are," Jackie rolled her eyes. But she didn't seem too much more pissed than before. Possibly because, if she had felt half of what Star had felt, she was likely just a tad bit too revved up to care now. "Ok, Star, anything else you want to confess to and/or show me?" she asked, playfully.
"Oh yeah..." The princess tried to contain her enthusiasm. Jackie was in for a treat, and hopefully, so was, "Marco?"
"Yes, Star?" he asked with a grin. His hand somehow found its way to casually rest atop her left thigh, the base of his thumb practically at waist level. It gave her the best kind of goosebumps. "Want me to keep going?"
It was clear that he too was getting into this. Still, tempting as letting him pleasure her was, she had an even better idea.
"Actually, I think you should be getting rid of these," she announced, as she begun unbuttoning his trousers.
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Jackie looked on silently as Star pulled down Marco's pants and he pushed out his sneakers. The mewman then calmly walked to the dresser, pulled a small hair band, and tied her still drying hair in a single ponytail, before heading back for the bed. Then, she placed her discarded towel on the floor, in front of him, knelt down on top of it, and, glancing back at the human girl, winked at her. Jackie realized Star was putting on a show, and it was as much for her benefit as it was for Marco's!
Well, Jackie thought, it was not like having Marco fully naked, rather than just shirtless wasn't a plus for her. But she actually felt a little bit worried about this now. Marco making Star feel good was something she could handle. Honestly? It made her feel proud of him in a hard to pin down way. Besides, it was hard to complain about that, since, apparently, she got to feel the same things as the princess did, or something close enough. But Star giving Marco a blowjob? What if it turned out that the mewman was super amazing at it, and then now every time Jackie was giving Marco head she had to worry that she might not be up to standard?
Not that it was a bad thing if Star made Marco see heaven, of course, good for him, but she wasn't sure she wanted to know that for sure. Jackie was not a very possessive person, and she did not consider herself jealous in the usual sense. On the other hand, a competitive streak was something she was willing to admit to. She wondered how Star felt about this whole thing. More than that, she would have loved to know Marco's thoughts on the matter.
Marco looked down at Star, then back up at Jackie. She forced herself to meet his eyes.
He was still staring at her when the princess begun licking the tip of his cock. The reason Jackie knew this, incidentally, was that she felt the princess lips around her own... well... not hers, per se, she didn't actually have one of those. It was still Marco's cock, but Jackie felt everything the boy felt. She could not only perceive the raw sensations, but the jumble of excited feelings inside the boy's mind. Not his thoughts, after all, but some basic emotional building blocks: happiness, pride, excitement, acceptance, transgression, and a big fat serving of hot blooded horniness. She had wanted, and dreaded, to know how Marco felt about Star, and how he felt about her, and now, she was perhaps about to find out.
There was a flash in the back of her mind, a flash of the color green. But she was only vaguely aware of that, because at the same time, she felt something hot and wet swallow a hard shaft that felt like her very own. It felt good, it felt really good. Not as intense as someone sucking on her clit might have felt, more diffuse, but also more bearable. There was little risk here of the sensation tipping over into painful over-stimulation. It just, built up inside her. An excitement. A pressure.
She felt powerful, and realized that was all Marco. She learned that, as kind and timid as the boy sometimes was, there was something about getting a blowjob from a fucking princess, while the hottest girl in school watched and fidgeted in her seat from her own arousal, that fulfilled some primal power fantasies. Fantasies he might not even have known he had, that he would never dare admit to her even if he ever admitted them to himself. She felt him feel guilty in an unfocused vague way, so she winked at him, and licked her finger suggestively. 'Dude, enjoy this, bask in it, I like it too,' she thought at him, although she suspected that, even with the link, he still couldn't actually read her mind.
She felt giddy, and realized that was Star. Naughtily anticipating not only making Marco come, as she licked all around his cock and applied pressure up and down with her tightly pursed lips, but also surprising Jackie. She realized Star could also feel Marco's sensations, and she wasn't sure how she knew, probably because she felt the mewman feel them, in addition to the direct feedback from the boy. She learned then that the princess also had a competitive edge to herself, that she wanted to show off to Jackie. It was not in an overly mean way, or at least it didn't feel so, but it still made the human girl uneasy.
She wondered if they could feel anything back from herself, at all. Or if the fact that she wasn't participating kept her own feelings private. After all, that was the intent of their little game: they were on display, and she wasn't, not this time. They got their power high from showing off to her. She got hers from watching them while she remained unexposed. Or, she realized, given the magical weirdness involved, less exposed.
She felt Star pick up the pace. She heard Marco gasp. For the first time she understood the sensation of having a pair of full balls and to desperately yearn to empty them. She sought the boy's gaze, pleading him to maintain eye contact as he exploded inside the other girl's mouth. She realized that was a subtler power fantasy of her own. He did. Star slurped, loudly.
"So, are we even?" Star turned to ask her. The mewman's cheekmarks were glowing like freaking traffic lights, clearly just as turned on as she was embarrassed.
"Yeah, dude," Jackie said, feeling unsteady. "We are. Wow. That was... what was it that you say? 'Weird-awesome'?" She laughed, nervously. "Thanks, you two. I kinda always wanted to know how it felt from that side," she admitted.
"Wait, Star," gasped Marco finally. "Jackie might have let you off the hook here, but we are not even yet. I think I need to at least return the favor."
Star bit her lip, glanced at Jackie apologetically, and got atop the bed, laying on the opposite end from where Marco was seated, slowly opening her legs.
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Marco had missed this. He had missed Star. He had missed the sex, definitely, but, even more, he had missed things being ok between them. He had missed her smile, her happy mischievousness, the sound of her laughter... and he had missed making her squirm as he licked her cunt. What? He was a red-blooded human guy just like any other, after all!
Right now, he was taking great delight in the fact that Star kept shuffling around, trying to press herself against his mouth, as he took the time to lick around the border between her thighs and her outer lips. Star was always impatient, but he knew it was better to take things just a little bit slower than that. He kept teasing her for a while. Then, eventually, he begun running a flat tongue over the middle of her sex, warming her up for what followed. He heard Star gasp, and then, right after, Jackie too.
Holy crap, if Ferguson or Alfonzo ever heard about this, they were going to spontaneously combust from envy alone. Marco felt like such a stud, pleasuring two girls at the exact same time, making both of them hot and bothered out of their minds, using every trick he knew worked on either of them. He doubted in all of his years roaming Hekapoo's dimension, even with muscles, dragoncycle, and all that, he had ever felt quite as manly as he did now.
He felt Star's breath quicken, and he picked up the pace to match, starting to trace circles inwards and upwards with his tongue. He grabbed her legs as she began to tremble. "Marcoooo..." she gasped. A pair of superhumanly strong hands began pressing his face down, holding it in place.
He heard Star moan, and Jackie pant softly. It was weird, he had never made the comparison in his mind about how each of his girlfriends sounded in bed, but now that he could do the side by side test, the differences stood out clear as day. Interestingly, it seemed that they both were at about the same point towards their climax. Of course, for Jackie, he had only her partly restrained grunts to go by, whereas with Star, he actually felt the sensations as she did. He used those to guide his pace and direction.
Perhaps the link, however it worked, transferred not only the sensations, but the arousal itself from Star to Jackie, because it didn't seem as if either of them was likely to finish before the other. It hadn't worked that way when they had seen Star and Tom together, not quite. But maybe it had to do with proximity, or sight, or time. He could hear Jackie's noises becoming louder and louder, and he knew for a fact the mewman was practically there. He slowed down, just slightly, then, just moments after, speed up again.
He would be lying if he said having seen Star with Tom didn't bring out a competitive edge of sorts in him, to do better than Tom. 'Point Diaz' and all that. Not that he was ever going to tell his girlfriend that. Still, with such an advantage as feeling what Star felt, Marco could time this perfectly. Turning what could have been terribly frustrating, into deliciously frustrating. He played the princess like a fiddle, and where she went, Jackie followed. Up and down, up and down. More and more flustered, more and more loud, more and more desperate for release.
Until, finally, Marco drove it all the way up and kept it there until he felt the thighs around him tremble. The two most popular girls in school, the two girls he loved, came loudly in unison by his actions. He sat besides Star, and caressed her hair, as he looked smiling at Jackie, splayed on the chair. They were both panting, trying to recover their breath. Marco could have died then and it wouldn't have mattered, he would have died a legend.
They rested for a while, Marco and Star cuddling in bed. Jackie smiling at them from her post, still seemingly determined to her role as an onlooker, despite the special effects. After some time, Star and Marco began kissing and making out again. His hands running gently over her wings, hers tracing his chest and cupping his buttocks. He licked her breasts once more, causing her nipples to stand at attention. His finger found its way inside Star's sex, carefully readying it for what they all knew was coming.
Delicious moments of anticipation passed, and then, he spoke, cockily, "Well, I think I am going to be fucking my two girlfriends now, if there is no objection."
Star pouted, and seemed to think, "Nah, can't think of one! Jackie?"
"Does that really count as fucking both of us, Marco? Or just Star?" the other girl asked, rolling her eyes playfully at him. "Not that I am complaining..."
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There was a strange sensation about this all, a subtle wrongness amidst all the wonder and excitement. But, then again, a subtle wrongness was always part of some of the better kinds of sex, in some form or another. Star was young, but she knew at least that much.
Maybe it was just the effect of having Jackie watching, or the mewman herself not feeling entirely at ease with the ways they were testing the boundaries of the link. But hey, dark magic wasn't always a bad thing. That was one of the few positive lessons of the past few weeks. It was just magic you had to be a bit more careful with. Which, truth be told, she wasn't being right now, not in the least. But, in her defense, there was a young strapping boy, all lean muscles from karate training, currently pinning her down to the bed by her wrists and about to take her wildly, while his other girlfriend watched the whole performance. In Star's book, that excused great many lapses in magical caution.
She bit her lip. "Marco... I missed this," she stated.
"Me too, Star," he replied in a deep tone filled with want, and she felt him enter her again.
She looked into his eyes, and for a moment, nothing else existed. Not Sam and all of his hell. Not the creature that killed her mom. Not Janna. Not Tom. Not even Jackie, although Star would feel guilty to admit this later. She loved Marco. She wanted Marco. She needed Marco. He was the person that tied her to this world. She had come back to life, partly, because of him, and this, this was living.
She reached for him through the link, making sure she could savor each of his sensations, as well as her own. The place where she ended and her lover begun was a blurred one, in more ways than one.
She felt her heart racing, as the boy begun sliding in and out from her. He filled her marvelously, and slid easily in her arousal. She bit her lip to prevent herself from moaning just yet, and let out a soft satisfied whimper instead. She was in heaven, or very nearly so, lost in amidst a sea of pleasurable sensations. The color of that sea was a bright shade of green.
There was, in the corner of her awareness, a voice. A voice that hardly mattered as her consciousness drifted atop waves of pleasure, her own as well as Marco's, as her body suffused with delicious heat. The voice was, strangely enough, Toffee's.
"Hello, Star."
She ignored him. She wanted nothing to do with the lizard. In the back of her mind, alarms were going off like crazy, but there was a wall between that and her dreamlike state of bliss.
"You know this won't last, don't you?" he spoke in a detached neutral tone. "It is just the calm before the storm. Before you lead them into pain and into darkness once again, until you, and them, break against horrors untold. However, if you truly wish, if it is your full heart's desire... then, you and I, we can make this last forever."
This moment, this pleasure, this wicked storm of sensations, lasting forever... It would be the best thing Star could imagine. She knew, she knew deep inside her soul, that what the monster's voice was offering was wrong. But she still wanted it.
"Not just the moment, Star. Although that too, if you wish. I can make your love last forever. True love. Always changing, yet eternal, like the sky," he spoke. "You weren't even supposed to be still alive, but you are. You have done enough. You have fought enough. It's time for you to enjoy your happiness, for now and ever after."
It wasn't Toffee, Star realized. Not really. There was a wordless glowing pure truth behind the pretended voice. Something bright emerald and made of boundless hope. Something that wouldn't, couldn't, lie. The words spoken were only a part of the bargain it offered. In her mind, she understood its meaning completely. Sam was wrong, there were things that didn't have to end, and if Star wished it, if she desired it with all her heart, then the three of them would last forever, or long enough that it might as well be forever. She just had to give up... everything else.
What about her mom? Star thought. Or Sam's threat? Echo Creek and Mewni?
"Yes," admitted Toffee, "that will all be quite sad. But you'll have Marco, and Jackie too. Nothing can take them from you, not if your only wish is to have them, not if you give yourself over to that wish. You will have pleasure, and happiness, and love."
'Love'... the word, or the force behind it, dug up something inside Star's mind. Something that had gone half asleep, and that was now shrieking in terrified alarm. 'Love'... 'love, all-conquering'!
She opened her eyes to see Marco's own lost look of bliss. It was not one of sexual pleasure, nor was it the human (and mewman) emotion of joy, of happiness. It was something else, something numinous in the worst possible way. The entire room seemed completely flooded with emerald light, and the walls themselves shifted and blurred under a headache-inducing distortion. She twisted her head around to glance at a Jackie. She found herself staring into her empty glazed out eyes, as she seemed to look right through Star.
Then the princess noticed that she was much higher up than she should have been. It was not an out-of-body experience this time, as had been the case before with the link. She was literally hovering in mid air, with Marco just barely holding on to her, his body swinging around wildly like a rag doll, a vacant smiling look on his face. Her black and golden wings were half-extended, two extra sets of arms were in the process of growing from her torso. A mass of violet threads of energy extended out of her, merging with the viridescent magic that threatened to engulf them all. Whether her partially transforming body was welcoming or fighting the strange presence, she couldn't really tell. If it was the later, she was losing, badly.
Star realized her mistake then.
There had been a connection, between that time at Saint Olga's, between the way the All-Seeing Eye had misfired, and her mother's death. She had seen Mewni that night. She had seen a thing flying high above the night sky, along with all of the images of Marco and Jackie, of her and Tom. She had realized this after the funeral too, which is why she had been prepared to use the All-Seeing Eye spell not just to find her mother's killer, but to try to summon it to her. She knew, just as well, that the link, between Marco, Jackie, and her, was also tied to that spell. All three things connected back to each other, yet her mind had before refused, or perhaps it had been blocked, from making the connection, between that which touched the three of them, and the creature they had fought in Tom's hell.
It wasn't just dark magic used unwisely. It was much worse than that. It was an invitation.
The being that killed her mother couldn't follow them inside Sam's domain, she had been confident of that. But if the link tied to it too, then it could attack them through it, from outside Sam's hell. It apparently had just been waiting for her to reach out through the connection, to pull harder and harder at the link between Marco and herself, to give it just this kind of opening. It was using it to do something to her, to all of them.
Well, it had no idea just who it was messing with! Star focused her mind on undoing the link, on tearing it apart, on severing her connection to the green phantasm. A few days ago that would have been impossible. But now, after coming back? Now it should be well within her powers. She struck at the intruding presence. She heard Marco shout in pain. Jackie fell to the floor, shivering as if from a terrible cold. She could feel what they felt, she knew she was hurting them now.
"Is that truly your choice, Star?" Toffee's disembodied voice remarked, coldly. "I doubt it."
Star hated that voice now. How dare he! How dare he make her do this. How dare he force himself into their moment of love and pleasure and turn it against them. She lashed against the being, with all of her fury and hate. Her wings extended, all six arms popped out entirely out of her torso, a violet brightness drowned out the green light.
Marco and Jackie screamed in agony, and Star, terrified, stopped herself.
Her incomplete transformation was now running in reverse, leaving her more and more vulnerable to the emerald malevolence.
It was utter smugness, self-satisfaction made sound, that coalesced as the monster's voice inside the princess head, "I see you understand your predicament, after all, Star. You can have their love on my terms... or their death on yours."
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One moment, Marco had felt on top of the world. Really, he was on top of Star, but at that time it had been almost the same thing. He had been happy. Not the kind of happiness that involves calm and tranquility, but the kind that involves excitement, and want, and hungry desire. The one that he could only feel as he gripped Star's body close, and drove in and out of it as if he wished for nothing more than to break the both of them, so that their pieces would end up joining together in an entirely new configuration.
The moment after, however, his mind had become like a fogged mirror, one in which he couldn't even find himself. There was no Marco, and no Star, and definitely nothing and no one else. There was only blissful tranquility. Love.
Then there was transient anger. Then brief pain. Then bliss again.
There was happiness, the calm kind of happiness. Something whispered to him that he should be happy, told him that all was alright. Someone was making a very important decision. A decision that would change his life forever. But they loved him. They would make the right decision. There was no other choice for them. He would be happy. Their love would last forever.
Then there was sadness.
Sadness despite the voice. Sadness that wasn't his. But, because it wasn't his, he was forced to remember the boundary of his own self. He was forced to remember who he was. He was Marco. The sadness wasn't from Marco. The sadness was from Star, and it was greater than sadness.
Star was despairing.
He opened his eyes in panic. He found himself face to face with a crying Star. All around them the room burned with emerald flames. Jackie stared at them vacantly.
"M-marco!" cried Star, her face twisted in horror. "A-are you ok? W-what have we done!? W-hat have I done? And... why are you glowing?"
The boy looked down at his hands, they glowed bright red. Actually, they reflected light. Not the green brightness that enveloped all of them now, but a fainter red light, a light that came from the window and seemed to touch only him. It was not the glow of the ever burning City of Dis. There was no flicker to it. It was a red glow the color of blood, lazily flowing down from the sky.
"Marco, I... I..." the princess seemed in shock. Her body floating in mid air, partly transformed into her six-armed butterfly form, partly still displaying her usual appearance. He realized he was out of her, but still holding her tightly in a naked hug. "Marco, I did this! The link, the sensations. It is not love! It was never love..."
"Star, calm down," he pleaded. "Just, relax. Tell me what's happening. Tell me what I can do to help you."
"I tricked you. I deceived you. I did something to you, to all of us," she cried. "The only reason you ever said my name when you were with Jackie was the stupid link..."
"What are you talking about?" Marco asked puzzled. Then he remembered, he remembered the night he said Star's name as he made love to Jackie. Later he would learn that it had been the same night Star and Tom had first slept together, and that whatever magical connection they shared had made him see glimpses of that. "Star, that doesn't matter. I know what happened that night, it doesn't change how I feel about you! I thought we had already talked about that."
The link. The connection. The All-Seeing Eye. The green flames. It was all starting to fit together in Marco's head as well. He looked carefully at Star and saw that her cheekmarks were glowing emerald, a sickly green hue creeping all through her skin. He looked around. Jackie had the same tone. All was suffused in greenness except for him.
"You don't get it Marco, you really really don't," Star cried. "It can make you love me now, for all time. Do you understand that? Do you get what that means? It will kill you if I say no, it will kill Jackie too. But if it can make our love last forever... then how do I know it wasn't it that made you love me in the first place? That night, with the spell, it could have been my doing..."
"Star, I don't understand half of what you are saying, but..." the human boy held her tightly, trying in vain to keep her safe from the emerald glow. "... I loved you before that night, before you ever saw me and Jackie together, before you casted the spell. I hadn't quite realized it then. But I did. Jackie saw it. Hell, even before Jackie... that night, when you went to the Blood Moon Ball with Tom, I was, well, I was jealous. It felt just like yesterday felt. I am not saying jealousy is good, and you can definitely love someone just as deeply without being jealous. Jackie taught me that. But, still, I don't think I could have been as worried as I was about loosing you that night... to harm... or to someone else... if I didn't love you even then."
Wait, the Blood Moon Ball! That was it! He had been worried about Star, and he had crashed her date with Tom. Star had told him about what happened there, before Marco arrived. About Tom wanting something to happen during the dance, something about the moon, and their souls, and some weird thing with fingers interlocking. Something clicked in his mind, something that had needed him to remember how rituals worked, and how prophecies were made. To know that there was an old kind of magic, a magic of barter, of treaty, of compact. A magic that dealt with ancient powers and which could join two souls as one.
"Let me make something clear, Star: I loved you before that day too! I cared for you from almost the day I first met you. That love has grown since then, of course. I won't say I felt the same for you then as I do now, but it was still there back then. It was definitely there before I went to the underworld to find you that night of your date with Tom," Marco explained. "But aside from that, if this green shimmering crap wants to magically link us for all eternity, it better get in line... Because we are already joined that way!"
The red light flowing down from the window, the light of the Blood Moon, the moon of lovers, the moon that was 666.5 years too early in a sky that had never before seen any moon, passed through Marco's body and into Star's. A cocoon of bright crimson light surrounded them, and it broke through the emerald brightness that had been gripping Star. She let a startled gasp, and looked at Marco in confusion. Her earlier distress was mostly gone. She almost begun to smile, until she saw his own frown.
This wasn't over. There was still one problem, and this time, the same solution wasn't going to work. Was it?
Marco turned around to look at Jackie, still collapsed at the feet of her chair. The green light seemed to all flow towards her now. She looked to be in pain, clutching at her chest and trembling. She opened her eyes to see Marco and Star embracing in mid air, then doubled down in agony as green flames sprouted all around her. "Marco!"
Dragging Star by the hand, he swam in mid air towards her. It was as if the light of the Blood Moon was canceling not only the malignant presence of the green brightness, but also gravity itself. "Jackie, hold on!"
He offered his hand. Jackie grabbed it. Nothing happened. The red light still surrounded him and Star, while the green one covered a shivering Jackie.
"Take mine!" offered Star as well. Jackie did. Still nothing.
Marco hugged Jackie, and Star did the same. The two naked teens held their friend, their girlfriend, close to them. He could feel what Star felt once more, and he knew they both wanted to protect her, to have her be safe. They both loved Jackie. Sure, perhaps not both in the same way, but they both did, with all their hearts. Marco realized that, as much as he loved Star, as much as it was true he had always loved Star, he loved Jackie just as much.
"Look, Blood Moon or whatever it is you want me to call you, I don't know how any of this works. I don't know if it is even possible..." he muttered under his breath. "But if there is any price I can pay, any bargain I can enter in, any ancient ritual or promise I can speak, that will save them both, then please please let it be so," he begged.
"I know it is way too greedy. So, if you need to take my life or whatever to balance this out, then, by all means, go ahead. But please, let Jackie and Star both be alright... please..." he cried. "...Please..."
It was not a ritual, or a spell, or an incantation. It was prayer.
----
Jackie had already been somewhat uneasy when Marco and Star begun fucking. Well, they had been fucking for a while, depending what you did or didn't count as fucking. But, like, the last part, the penetration part, 'fucking proper' so to speak. It was not something she had ever before expected to see. She didn't know if she would feel bad seeing it, or left out, or whatever. For the most part, it had been kind of tense, but mostly cool to see. It was obvious that Star and Marco really loved, and desired, one another, and that was not a bad thing.
Not, that is, until the green light begun seeping out through the floor and ceiling, and the walls around them. At first, Jackie just felt really out of it. She felt Star's and Marco's sensations, but also a creepy feeling of unnatural calm that seemed to come from someone or something else. Then, pain, excruciating pain, being-tossed-like-a-rag-doll-by-Sam levels of pain.
She had seen Marco and Star embrace, become surrounded by a warm red glow as she shivered with cold. The emerald flames around her seemed not to burn her, but to freeze her, and she was certain that very second that she had her answer. Marco loved Star, and he was discarding her instead, leaving Jackie to die. That's what the green cold thing whispered to her.
"Marco!" she cried out for help. Then she was forced to shut her eyes as she doubled down in pain.
Her own feelings became twisted and turned inside out. Seeing the other two teens had been fun, and naughty, and cute, and hot, if only a bit nerve-wracking. Now it felt like a betrayal. She had pushed them together and they had left her behind, thrown her away as soon as she was no longer needed. She was not even the nice to have to Marco anymore, she was the spare piece.
Wait, what? That made no fucking sense! It was obvious to anyone with just the bare minimum powers of observation that that was not what was going on at all. Marco had said it, just a few hours ago: he had never wanted to leave her on Earth, which had been most of her basis for her whole 'he likes Star better' case. He had just not wanted to pressure her into putting herself in danger, but still needed her there. And the two of them fucking? She had asked for that! And they had gone out of their way to make her feel included. Even if making her feel included involved what she now suspected could be fairly termed 'the dark arts'. Something was messing with her head, and frankly, after Sam and his costumes, Jackie was starting to get real tired of people messing with her head.
She opened her eyes a second time, and realized that Star and Marco were both holding on to her, crying, and Marco was muttering something under his breath. She looked up at them, at the red light floating down on them, and smiled. They did care about her. Marco loved her. Star loved her. And Jackie loved them both back.
Somehow, when she looked down, she was glowing red too. Slowly, the green flames, the emerald shimmer, begun fading, leaving the room untouched, and them unharmed.
She hugged Star and Marco, and kissed one or both of them. Later, she couldn't recall which was it, exactly.
----
"Ok, so, any of you care to explain what just happened?" Jackie asked finally.
They had been laying on the floor, even after the red light had stopped shining through the window, huddled up together for what had felt like hours. It probably hadn't been that long, not even close, but it had felt, well, eternal. Either way, it was still too much to process.
"I... I almost got us all killed," spoke Star in a soft apologetic tone, "again."
"Oh."
"And, well," Marco continued. The predominant texture of his voice was one of uncertainty, but it was far from the only emotion it carried. "I believe we all got our souls bound together in an ancient love ritual. But that's probably mostly a good thing. I think...?"
"Oh."
Jackie blinked. Then she realized that her back hurt.
"Well, could we at least get up from the floor and into the bed?"
She noted that all three of them blushed right as she said that. She hadn't meant it that way. Had she?
----
It took Marco and Star a while to agree entirely on an interpretation of what had just happened, while Jackie mostly listened at them, dumbfounded. After they were done, she tried her best to summarize their version, "So, essentially, that spell Star cast back then, the link thing, it also links us, or linked us, to the green flame monster from hell from the other day?"
"Yeah," Star answered, uncertainly, "I think so."
The princess frowned, as if she knew there was something there that didn't quite fit. Jackie considered asking about how this tied to what had happened to her mom, but thought better of it. The mewman felt guilty enough about that as it was. Jackie hoped there was a less disturbing explanation there than any of the ones that suggested themselves to her in the back of her mind; one in which Star's spell had not, somehow, led to Moon's death. It just didn't seem fair.
"Ok, and it tried to attack us, through that link." the human girl continued. "But somehow Marco remembered that the two of your have yet another magical bond, that you got before that one... which, by the way, Marco Diaz, is the kind of thing you generally should disclose to a girl before accepting to be her boyfriend!"
She gave him a playful punch in the arm. Whatever it took to get their thoughts away from the darkest aspects of their situation, at least for now.
"Ouch," he complained. "I mean, I didn't understand that at the time, it's only in retrospect that it clicked together, Jackie."
"Also," Star added, helpfully, "I think you are also magically bonded to Marco now, or, maybe, to both of us?"
She looked at Marco, who shrugged.
"Again," Jackie rolled her eyes, "that's the kind of thing I might have wanted to have had a say in, honestly."
"Sorry, Jackie!" the boy apologized. "I panicked. I couldn't think of what else to do..."
She liked Marco, like really really liked him, and this whole Blood Moon thing had been yet another thing that Marco and Star had between the two of them, to which Jackie was initially an outsider. If she had learned about it before what had just happened, she perhaps might have wished to have something like that with him too. But, still, it was the principle of the thing, if nothing else. Involuntary soul bondage was the kind of stuff that she felt one ought to be opposed to as a general rule. Not that she could really be angry at Marco, of course. After all, he had probably saved her life.
"How about Star's wand?" the skateboarder girl pointed out. She felt a bit ungrateful, but she had to ask.
"Jackie, I tried to fight it with magic," Star explained. "It was using you as hostages, though. I think I could have beat it, but not without seriously hurting both of you. I was ready to give up before Marco intervened," she admitted. "Also, I guess neither of us got a choice back then either. This is actually my first time learning about any sort of soul bond... Although I guess that demon priest did sort of hint at it... with the whole 'Mhmmm' thing." As she said that, Star did a weird gesture where she brought both hands together in front of her, slowly interlocking her fingers. "Back then I thought he was talking about sex and just thought we didn't know about it or something!"
"And it doesn't bother you? The soul bond thing?" Jackie raised an eyebrow. "Either of you?"
"Well, Jackie..." Star said thoughtfully. "Like, don't tell Tom or anything, he really is a great guy, but, I am mostly relieved it was Marco and not him..."
"I..." Marco stammered. "I am sorry if I forced this on you two, both of you. I don't think the bond means we need to be together if you two don't want, or anything. I guess I personally don't regret it on my end. But, well, I would regret it if you two regret it. Does that make sense?"
Jackie smiled. Ok, fine, there were far worse people to be magically entangled with than those two. She relaxed.
Then, turning to face Marco, she smirked at him.
"'Don't regret it'? Just that? Marco, you somehow claimed two innocent girls' souls as your own and are, I am sure, quite proud of it!" After witnessing him and Star, and sensing Marco's emotions through the link, Jackie knew his feelings far too well to let him feign innocence on that count. "Remind me, between you and Tom, who was the demon again?"
"I didn't..." Marco blushed, uneasy.
"You fiend!" exclaimed Star dramatically, interrupting the boy. She brought both hands to her naked chest and pretended to faint, before dissolving in a fit of giggles. "You tricked us!"
"I... I am sorr... wait, what?" he exclaimed.
Jackie just rolled herself atop him and kissed him, pressing against his naked torso. It seemed like the thing to do. "Well, Marco, what are you going to do with the two maidens whose fate you have chained to yours?"
He looked up surprised, if only for a second. Then he got the idea and begun pulling loose the strings of the crappy potato sack that was the damn slave costume. Once he got it down to her waist, he began leisurely roaming his hands over her naked breasts. "I think I have an idea or two about that..." he confessed. She bit her lip and enjoyed the tingle of anticipation, loosing herself in his eyes until...
"Whoa, Marco, look at the size of those two!" exclaimed Star suddenly, in mock surprise. It was only then that Jackie remembered the mewman was there with them, and she was staring at the human girl's breasts. She was, also, rather crudely mirroring the position of Marco's hands in the air, well ahead of her own chest. Jackie blushed.
"Ah, I guess I should have asked you if this was ok, Star. Specially after what just..." the human girl trailed off, as the princess crawled around her in the bed, and then begun pulling down the slave costume fully away from her. "Star? What are you doing?"
The mewman's naked body drew closer to her. She whispered cheerfully into Jackie's ear, "getting you ready for Marco to fuck the here out of you."
'Well, yeah,' Jackie thought, 'this is happening'. Not that anyone had failed to see it coming.
Star and Marco kissed each other as he played with Jackie's boobs. Soon after, he flipped her around, the princess body rotating along Jackie's own. They ended up with her laying on Star's lap, with Marco on top on the opposite side. The mewman held both of the human girl's arms up above her head and down towards the bed, as the boy teased her breasts with his tongue. Jackie closed her eyes and let herself dissolve into the delicious minutes that followed.
"So, Marco, what's your favorite, melons or strawberries?" asked the princess at one point.
The boy had the common sense of giving an unintelligible muffled response to that. Jackie proudly puffed her chest forward, drawing a chuckle from the girl behind her. Hey, if Star was going to keep bringing that up, she was happy to raise to the bait.
Moments later, they all shuffled again, this time having Marco sit down as Star and Jackie briefly made a show of both giving him a blowjob, licking up and down the shaft on either side, taking turns to take his cock into each of their mouths. The girl didn't need any magical link to tell her that they were fulfilling one of the teenage boy's dearest and most unbearably cliche fantasies with that act. She was only too happy to oblige, and so, apparently, was Star.
Next, it was Marco's turn to go down on Jackie. He begun slowly, methodically, like he always did, but picked up the pace quickly. Between the memories of what she had just seen earlier, and the novelty factor of the extra person situation, the human girl did not need much of a warm-up before she was panting breathlessly from Marco's attentions. It didn't help that the other girl kept playing with the boy's hair as she stared at his head between Jackie's legs.
"Looks like he really thinks you are tasty," the princess commented, mock innocently. She kissed Marco on the forehead softly. Meanwhile, Marco's tongue avidly explored Jackie's cunt, driving her wild. Fuck it, Star, that stuff just wasn't fair!
Jackie actually pulled the princess up into a kiss in her excitement, partly to thank her for being such an amazing sport, partly because, damn it, if they were breaking all the taboos tonight, then she wanted to get this one out of the way too. She concluded that, overall, Marco was still more of her thing, but she had to admit Star's lips were a lot softer than the boy's.
Marco's lips, by the way, were very gently sucking on her clit. In a way, it reminded her of the telepathically shared blowjob experience, and that thought, combined with the rather more intense sensation, almost made Jackie come right there.
Star retrieved a pink condom from god knows where, and put it on Marco. Jackie was so far out of it at the time that, even later, she would never be able to recall how the mewman pulled that off. It was weird, though, since the princess hadn't used one before. Then, Jackie realized, as Star got out of the way and lied on the far side of the bed, that this was for her own benefit. She glanced at Star, then at Marco, and blushed.
"So, Marco, two girls in one night," Star beamed, "Up to the challenge, my wild man?"
The boy smiled. Jackie motioned for him to come closer and opened her legs invitingly. Soon, he was atop her, and she felt him align against her entrance. Then, slowly, he plunged deep inside of her.
"So, Marco, I never got to ask over the spell the other time: How does it feel to be fucking your longtime crush?" Star asked. She was really getting into this. "We sure have come a long way from a nod, I think! Remind me, what step of your plan was this? Twenty-three? Twenty-two?"
Wait, Star knew about the nod thing? Ah, of course she knew! Marco must have told her about his feelings for Jackie before he told Jackie herself!
"Come on Marco, harder! Harder! Make her beg for mercy!" cheered on Star. Not that Jackie minded when the boy did, in fact, listen to the mewman, and picked up a rather athletic pace. "You are fucking Jackie, remember? You know, the girl of your dreams? How many times did you jerk off thinking of this, Marco? Now she is all yours. Fuck her like you mean it! Fuck Jackie. Lynn. Thomas!"
'Yeah, Star, say my name', thought Jackie with a chuckle. Seriously, what had gotten into princess potty-mouth over there?
Either way, right now, Jackie was more interested in what was getting into her. She was starting to lose track of the very flow of time, quickly approaching an explosive climax that was only made the most powerful by the events before now, and by Star's enthusiastic, if somewhat aggressive, encouragement.
The mewman princess licked one of her fingers slowly, and moved to hug Marco from behind. Giving Jackie and impish look, she stuck her hand between the boy's buttocks and whispered something in his ear.
Jackie felt Marco's cock throb inside her as he came, and an instant later she was right there with him, trembling once more, but this time in satisfied ecstasy.
After that, she vaguely recalled Marco going to the bathroom, and all three of them hugging and kissing, and then falling asleep together in some amorphous three way cuddle-orgy. Jackie concluded that, as far as first time threesome experiences went, this hadn't been half bad, even if you accounted for being interrupted by a fiery cosmic horror half-way through. If you didn't count that part, it had been fucking amazing!
Right then, in that brief moment, it truly seemed like things might just end up being alright.
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