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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: 29524 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Chapter 3: The Man of Her Dreams
Note: This chapter is complete story-wise, but currently still very much being checked for typos and other errors. Feel free to report any issues here: http://www2.adult-fanfiction.org/forum/topic/64957-review-responses-and-open-discussion-for-i-summon-the-all-seeing-eye-star-vs-the-forces-of-evil/
Continuity stardate: This chapter takes place between "Running With Scissors" (S02E16b) and "Just Friends" (S02E20b). It also takes place immediately after Chapter 2. This story so far is considered compatible with SvtFoE season 2 events up to that point.
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"Actually, princess, do you want to give it a try yourself?" Hekapoo had crossed her arms and was looking at Star with an eyebrow raised. The Mewman princess felt instantly torn between enthusiastic agreement and conflicted restraint. She stood on the tips of her toes, clenching her fists right in front of her mouth, holding in a scream of joy. Her heart told her to say yes to the sorceress' offer, her well exercised sense of adventure pushed her to seize the opportunity, her arousal bid her to not hesitate. Yet something in the back of her mind disagreed, demanding her to think through her actions.
Star had a reputation, perhaps more well deserved than she often liked to admit to herself, for being reckless and irresponsible. But over the last year, she had learned some painful lessons about actions and their consequences, and gained a measure of responsibility, especially where Marco was concerned. This unfortunately meant that, as much as she wanted what Hekapoo was offering her, she had to consider what this all meant for her and her bestie.
"Wait. What? Really? But, you? I mean, of course yes! But him?" Argh! This shouldn't be a hard choice at all. Since when did Star intentionally walk away from fun and excitement? And this was fun an excitement of the best kind! But well, Marco loved Jackie, not her. He had said so himself. Then again, he had just fucked Hekapoo instead of Jackie too, three times! What did one go with Star change things? It didn't. It shouldn't. Not at all, right? right?
"It is only a dream, princess," the sorceress goaded her on, "he doesn't have to know you are not a figment of his imagination. Come tomorrow, you can pretend all this was a figment of yours for all I care. As for me, well, I could very well go another round myself if you say no to my offer, so either way he is getting some. But well, I expect that seeing the two of you will prove... entertaining."
"So it is you who is into watching, then?" Star asked, momentarily glad she could bounce back the older woman's accusation. Hekapoo only shrugged, seemingly unembarrassed to admit so. "And, you said it is just a dream, right? Marco is not betraying Jackie if it's just a dream, and I get this stupid crush out of my system, and no one's feelings get hurt, correct?"
Hekapoo shrugged. "I make no promises on all that other stuff. But I guarantee you it is just a dream, princess." Then, with a wink, she pushed the last few branches aside and slapped star's back with her other hand, just below the wings, propelling her forward into the clearing by the river. Where Hekapoo's palm had made contact, a burning mark began spreading through Star's shirt, then her tights, then her boots. She barely felt the flames on her skin, but in seconds her clothes had burned to ash.
"Wait, what...? Hekapoo!?" Star turned back in surprise. She hadn't said yes. True, she was about to. But still, what the hell? Just a dream, she reminded herself and turned again, looking up.
"Star?" Marco called from the other shore, his tone once more resembling that of the fourteen year old boy she knew, albeit on a deeper vocal register, a note of surprise and confusion mixed in as well. Yet his body remained that of the hunky adventurer he had become while chasing the scissor maker. "Star, what are you doing here and... oh, wow, I am so sorry!" His hands darted downwards to cover his erection. He directed his eyes upwards and to the right, pointedly averting his gaze from his best friend's naked form.
Star had rushed to cover her chest and crotch with her arms as well, when she remembered her clothes were not there any more. But when she saw Marco's bashful look and embarrassed body language, she began to laugh. Apparently, even older Marco, when dealing with her friend and not Hekapoo, was still, well, Marco. Star let her arms fall to her side and begun walking towards the edge of the river, feeling slightly more at ease. "Hey, nothing to be sorry about, believe me," she said with a bright glowing blush of her own.
"But, well, this is... I am not decent and, you are... well..." he was still looking away, towards the sky, still covering himself. "Star, you are naked too."
"I noticed," Star said as calmly as she could, sitting on a ledge by the river, dipping her feet into the water. "How do I look?"
"You are... well, you are too young for me to be looking..." Star felt a pang in her chest. Of course Marco wouldn't look at her, she was just a little girl and her chest had had barely anything to cover, especially compared to Hekapoo's. Ugh, this was such a bad idea! She quickly noticed, though, that Marco didn't seem disgusted or uninterested. He mostly seemed embarrassed and, well, conflicted. "I mean, I am thirty years old now, and I definitely don't want to be a pe... a pervert," he clarified.
Star looked up in surprise. Then back down, towards the water, checking out Marco's reflection. Maybe he was right, this kind of age difference was something her parents had once warned her about. Even in Mewni, a princess was not supposed to allow herself to be seduced by anyone more than half again her age, unless her parents agreed to the suitor. Then again, her parents had not thought of the case in which Star was doing the seducing and, well, Tom was actually much older than thirty, chronologically, which came to show age and wisdom where not one and the same and... wait a second!
"Marco, do you even remember those sixteen years?" Star asked with a quizzical look. Marco turned to look at her, a puzzled expression on his handsome face. "What do you remember of yesterday? Or of your last birthday?"
"Star, my last birthday was before you came to Ea..." Marco began, then his eyes opened wide. "Wait, no, that doesn't make sense. I remember chasing Hekapoo through all those dimensions, I remember Nachos. But those memories are vague, like, like a dream. And yesterday, I think I was on a date with J..."
"See!" Star jumped out of the water, a little too eager to stop Marco's train of thought there. "This is just a dream, Marco. You are not thirty, not anymore that you were yesterday. You are just inside a thirty year old body again, because you are dreaming you are! But you are still fourteen in real life, like me. Which means you can swim over to this side and plow me without guilt... if that's what you want..."
Star tried to sound confident when saying that. She had considered adding something about how he clearly did, since he was dreaming of her. But it felt to her too manipulative, too unfair and confusing for Marco, too, well... Tom. He hadn't really dreamed of her, she had somehow sneaked into his dream. Still, Star hoped Marco would not say no to that, because as bold as the Mewman princess was prepared to be right now, as much as she needed this; a direct rejection from Marco while being there, naked for him to see and asking him for sex, would be a brutal blow to her heart and her ego. Besides, you know, leaving her more frustrated than hitting mewberty at a convent!
"A dream?" Marco seemed to be looking at her again, up and down, as he processed the implications of her speech. "Oh, I don't think I've had this dream before..."
Star's heart sunk. But then she saw Marco's smile. At once childish glee and smoldering hotness when coming from that handsome new body of his. He began walking towards the river, and then never stopped, as he seamlessly transitioned into swimming breast stroke until he was right by her side. "I mean, I usually don't look like this when you show up, but I guess dreams are weird like that."
"Yes, yes, totally, totally, weird dreams... always doing weird things," Star's eyes were just glued to Marco's biceps beside her, and then to his chest, and then, through the water, down to his very adult cock. Eventually, she got to the point of actually processing his words, "wait, where do I usually show up?"
Marco held up a hand and began counting with his fingers. "School dreams, inter-dimensional dreams, bounce-lounge dreams, at-home dreams..."
"Ok, ok, Marco, but are any of those dreams, you know, this kind of dream?" Star asked, turning around in the water to face Marco as he leaned against what had previously been her shore. She placed her hands on those magnificent pecs of his. She wasn't sure she wanted to ask. Partly because she felt a bit guilty interviewing her best friend under false pretenses, and partly because she was more than ready to stop talking and get into the action.
"Not that I remember," Marco said, making Star feel deflated once more, until he suddenly grabbed her by the chin and pulled her up for a kiss. Star felt the blood rush to her face and a sort of electric current flow from her chest to her cheek hearts. She felt Marco's lips press gently against hers, opening them as his tongue darted inside her mouth. It was not a forceful kiss, but it was not shy either. The touch on her chin was gentle as well, even though Star sensed a strength in that hand she had never associated with the boy. There was a deliberate carefulness to Marco's advances, like he feared hurting her or scaring her, but at the same time there was raw animal power behind every movement. He might not have the mind of a thirty year old dimensional adventurer, but he had the body and the muscle memory. Star pushed back into the kiss with hungry desire and all the force she could muster. They held there for long blissful moments. "But this seems like a good place to start," Marco concluded after their mouths separated.
"Woah! Way to go princess!" Hekapoo cheered on unabashedly. She had reappeared on her rock, on the farther shore, fully dressed once more. She looked at the two friends with a smug expression and a double-fanged grin. She flourished with a hand in front of her and a huge bucket of popcorn emerged from a swirling portal of flames. She begun grabbing a handful. "Didn't really think you could be so bold, kid. I underestimated you."
"Hekapoo?" Marco seemed surprised and conflicted, "I well... you went away..."
"Oh, don't mhmind me, humhman," she just said through a popcorn stuffed mouth. She continued after swallowing, "you just take care of your princess there. I don't know what stories you read, but I don't think she is just after a kiss from the handsome knight, if you catch my drift..."
Marco looked at Hekapoo some more and blinked, not quite getting the situation. Star felt herself annoyed at the interruption. But then again, she kinda owed the whole situation to Hekapoo to begin with.
"Apparently, she, well, she likes to watch, Marco," whispered Star a bit self-consciously. "I guess I don't mind, if you don't. After all, is just a dream."
Marco looked back and forth between the sorceress and his friend, dumbfounded. There was something very weird going on with his subconscious if this was his dream. Apparently, he was kinkier than he thought he was. Well, dreams were dreams after all. "If that's the case, Star, what you say we give her a show?" He winked at his best friend and then, as if making sure he was not scaring her away, ran a gentle hand through her soft golden hair.
Star was no longer sure if Marco was dreaming or she was. She moved like in a trance, and things seemed to flow more like a fantasy than the way they did in reality. She felt Marco's hands roam her back through the water, fingers massaging her wings and gently falling on her lower back. She felt her own hands touching Marco's muscular thighs, pushing her weightless floating body to press a kiss on his mouth and her chest against his own. An instant later, the kiss had pushed the two of them unto the grass, somehow softly transporting them outside of the water and more than a meter away from where they started. Star was on top of Marco and was kissing down his neck. As she went lower, her ass made contact with something hard and upwards pointing, and she wasted no time to rub herself against it.
Marco's hands stopped her. They grabbed her from under her arms and pushed her back up. Before she could protest, she felt his hands press against her chest, a strong pressure that gave way to individual fingers. A circular motion, a pinch, another press. Marco's hands were playing the princess sensitive nipples like a fine instrument, and her moans were the music. She felt like the ground had disappeared from them and they were floating among the clouds.
They, in fact, were. Somehow they were going up as they played with each other, laying on a white fluffy cloud. Both Marco and Star noticed, neither of them cared. He rolled her around, so he was on top, and began applying his mouth in earnest. To her neck, her arms, her breasts, her belly, her legs, her...
"Oh god! Marcooooo!" Star felt the man's tongue go into her and a shiver of pleasure flow from there all the way to her fingers and toes. He had just gotten started and it was already almost too much. It didn't hurt, not at all. Star didn't know if it was even possible for anything they did here, in a cloud in a magic dream, to hurt. But even if it were possible, Marco was being incredibly gentle, and she was probably wet enough that he could have stuck far more inside of her than his tongue and she would have been ready ages ago. But for now she just felt Marco kiss her sex, his breath on her insides, his tongue on her folds, and, eventually, his lips around her most pleasurable nub.
Star was melting into pleasure, and the sky itself seemed to change colors to the tune of her moans. It was still sunset. Eternally sunset. Clouds changed from red, to gold, to purple, as the Mewman princess' breath quickened and the mounting pressure inside of her rose and fell, slowly gaining intensity through each loop. In another cloud, sitting with a knee over another and a half empty bucket of popcorn, Hekapoo was idly humming a song Star couldn't quite make out.
Star felt something powerful building up inside her. No, this was too soon for an ending, Star decided. This was Marco's dream, she didn't want to be greedy with his bestie's dreams. Star's hands roamed Marco's hair and then she tapped on his arm. Somehow, he knew. He immediately knew what to do, and lifted himself briefly and turned himself so that his face stood in the same place, but his body reoriented so that his legs rested on the cloud above Star's head. Stretching a little to make up the height difference, the princess positioned herself so that her mouth could kiss the tip of Marco's member. She licked a few times along the shaft and tried pushing her lips around it. After a few tries, she managed to get most of that monster into her mouth, and began instinctively going up and down. Whether from having watched Jackie do this before, or because of the magic of dreams, Star felt that she got the technique mastered in no time at all. Her best friend's grunts confirmed to her that it was not just wishful thinking.
Marco himself had also gone back to eagerly lapping Star's sex and the princess could feel both of their bodies convulse with small waves of pleasure as they both built up to something larger and larger. She heard more humming from the sorceress' direction. Suddenly, she recognized it. It was from a really cheesy, really annoying movie Marco had showed her three weeks after she got to Earth. A movie about a princess, but, you know, one of those princesses, the ones that were there just to be rescued. Marco had thought she would find it funny, but she mostly found it annoying at the time.
A pair of powerful hands gripped her ass and pushed her up towards Marco's mouth. He was not just licking now, he was practically penetrating her with his tongue. It was not as intense as him sucking on her clitoris, but it was a strange sensation and in her mind, she felt Marco's hunger for her, and almost got over the edge on just that thought. She for her part picked up the pace, taking Marco in and out of her mouth in rapid desperate movements, darting her tongue around the head whenever she could. Lightning seemed to jump from cloud to cloud now as they changed to brighter and brighter colors, with no sign of approaching rain.
In the background, supremely amused, Hekapoo kept humming. And, despite her focus being otherwise occupied, Star could make the lyrics in her mind: 'But if I know you, I know what you'll do... You'll love me at once... The way you did, once upon a dream.' The small part of her that still noticed felt annoyed at the forger of dimensional scissors.
"Marcooo! Let's..." Star knew she was going to be done soon. She worried that if they finished, they might wake up, there was something the dream was building up to. Something that was happening while they were this high on the clouds. She couldn't explain how she knew, but she knew, that once what they were doing came to a conclusion, so would the dream, and she didn't want to end it this way. "... Marco, please, get inside me!"
"Star? Are you sure?" Marco seemed hesitant. In his mind, it was still one thing to do what they had done so far, even in an older body. But, well, something felt strange about shoving himself into Star's younger self the way he was now, even in a dream, even if this wasn't really Star, even if his mind was just fourteen, even if he really wanted to.
"Marco Diaz!" Star cried impatiently. "I am very very sure. This is just a dream. Your dream! So get on with it!"
Marco blinked. Star felt the guilt pour on her like a bucket of cold water. She hadn't lied per se, but she was implying Marco wanted this and that it was just his fantasy, while it was her that had maneuvered him into the situation. Still, she would deal with the guilt later, right now she needed this, and like Hekapoo said, this was only a dream either way. Marco held her up by the shoulders. She opened her legs to give him access. He looked right into her eyes as he lunged himself forward.
Star woke up.
Star looked up. Saw the canopy of her bed. Felt her pillow under her head, and her precious wand still there. She swore copiously.
"Come on! Not even in my fucking dreams?!" was what the princess of Mewni said after exhausting the more colorful expletives.
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Waking up extremely frustrated, Star had taken matters into her own hands. For the second time that night, she came alone in her bedroom, and this time, she had only the memory of Marco, rather than whatever weird magic projection had happened earlier. It had calmed her down somewhat, physically. But in a less immediate way, it had left her even more deeply unsatisfied.
She had hoped getting the crush out of her system in the dream would have helped her get over the whole Marco thing. It was really not good that she felt that way about her best friend, especially when he was happy with his new girlfriend. Star knew this could only end badly. And yet, she had to admit to herself that she was not over it, not by a long shot. If anything, that confusing dream had dragged her even deeper into the West Mewnian Swamp of emotions that was 'the whole Marco thing'.
The worst part was, Star realized, that she wasn't sure now that had really been Marco's dream. More likely, it had been her own dream. All she had was Hekapoo's word that they had been inside Marco's dream, and for all the princess knew, that Hekapoo was just a figment of her quite overactive imagination. Which meant that, in the span of about eight hours, Star had: spied on her best friend while he was having his first time with his girlfriend, who was also her friend; involuntarily magically violated him without his knowledge; and then had a dream in which she creeped on him a second time and then manipulated him into having sex with her. A part of her mind reminded her that she never even got to the sex. Another part retorted that that wasn't the point at all.
Maybe Tom had been right about her, maybe Star was just like him after all: impulsive, selfish, manipulative. Oh, and right, she had managed to hurt Tom's feelings too in the same night. He hadn't even yelled at her. Not even gotten mad, and Tom always got mad! Seeing him sad and hurt had been far more unsettling to Star than any rage explosion could have been. He had just told her that he understood her crush on Marco and that he would go away. Sadly, Star realized, that was what she should be doing about the Marco thing herself: just let him go out with Jackie and don't get in the way. If she could not do at least that much, well, then she was actually a worse person than Tom had been!
Then, why was it so hard to do just that? Why did she feel the impulse to cast the seeing eye spell again and see if Marco had woken up at the same time she did? To check if maybe the dream had been real? Or if he was instead sleeping at Jackie's place, without a care in the world while Star needed him here...
"What is wrong with me?" the princess thought to herself.
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Marco woke up sweaty and confused. Where was he? This wasn't his room! Who was?... oh. He looked down to see Jackie's head resting on his chest, using it as a pillow. They were still naked, and the covers were nowhere to be found. But then again, Jackie's parents were away for the weekend and it was almost Summer, in California, so the covers were more cosmetic than anything else.
He remembered the whole date. The movie had been great, but he had scarcely paid attention to it, he had instead been focused on Jackie the entire time. He still couldn't believe his luck just to be dating her. Jackie Lynn Thomas. When she asked him to walk her home, he figured he was just being a gentleman. When she told him to come up just for a bit, well, he had had his hopes, but quickly reminded himself that it was probably not what he thought and to not ruin things with the girl of his dreams just because he was getting horndog thoughts. When Jackie had taken off her shirt, well, at that point Marco's brain had fully given up. There was no way he could be this lucky, and yet, he was.
The events of the previous night played on his mind. Jackie had been amazing, and he, well, Marco thought he had managed to not mess up things too badly at any rate. And, she had said, she had said she loved him! And he had said it back! And then they had fallen asleep and...
... and Marco had dreamed about two other women while laying there with the girl of his dreams. He had somehow gone and reverted to the Hekapoo-dreams, which he had had for weeks after the dimensional scissors incident, way after his memories had mostly faded. He didn't know why, is not like he had ever done anything with Hekapoo during the time he was away from Earth. He remembered their bantering, their flirting, their chase across entire worlds, but even in a decade and a half it had never gone beyond that. Yet he had dreamed about fucking Hekapoo many times after he got back to Earth. But, then again, the dreams had gone away for a while now. Maybe having his first time with Jackie triggered a weird association in his mind? Still, did dreaming about other people constitute cheating? Would Jackie be mad if she knew? It is not like he could control it, but...
Shit, Star! He had not only dreamed about having sex with Hekapoo. He had dreamed about, well, about sixtynining Star, and possibly intended to do more than that. He had dreamed about creeping on his best friend while being a thirty-years old guy. Man, if Star ever knew he had dreamed something like that, she would kill him!
The worst part was, it had felt alright. It hadn't been a nightmare or a crazy messed up dream. Well, it had been crazy and messed up, but he had enjoyed it. He had never thought of Star that way, or, well, at least not more than he suspected most teenage boys thought of their teenage female friends in that way. Which is to say, only very occasionally, if the situation put his mind into a strange place. But now, he couldn't stop thinking about that dream. How Star had looked naked, how she had acted and what she had said to him, what she had asked him to do... He reminded himself that it was a dream, that the real Star wouldn't ever ask for something like that from him. Well, not unless Mewberty was something you could go through twice, which he thought unlikely.
Then he looked down, to his girlfriend, sleeping on top of him with a relaxed expression. Not a care in the world. The girl that had just confessed love to him. The girl who was way way out of his league. The girl that had just given him her first time. The girl he didn't deserve. And he was laying there with her, thinking about sex with his best friend instead.
"What is wrong with me?" the karate boy thought to himself.
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An hour or so later, Marco was again fast asleep, snoring. Jackie woke up and gently lifted her head from her boyfriend's chest. Last night had been great. The movie had been kinda lame, but the cute boy being adorable and bashful had more than made up for it. Ah, Marco Diaz, if only you realized how charming you actually are under all those insecurities of yours. She had seen that in him before, and last night, she had seen a lot more of it.
True, she had had to put some effort to contrive the right situation for him to finally sleep with her. The boy had spent the last few weeks being first charmingly and then frustratingly oblivious to any hint even slightly more subtle than her undressing in front of him. But after they got started, there had been a few times when Marco had really taken charge of the situation. Especially near the end, Jackie thought, and her toes curled involuntarily. You are smoother than you let on, Diaz, she thought.
But well, she was the opposite, wasn't she? She had been so afraid during the whole thing, even if it had been her idea. Afraid that she might not know what to do, or how to play it off, that her mask of coolness might slip. Many in school would say Jackie was an effortlessly cool girl, but she knew better, she knew that 'effortlessly cool' took the most effort. That was part of why she liked Marco. Marco could fail, he could fail spectacularly and make a fool of himself and then dust himself back up and try again. She had learned to do that herself when she learned skateboarding, but somehow, she felt she had forgotten how. Now she did not dare make a fool of herself, especially not in front of others. Except perhaps, maybe sometimes, with Marco. The boy really acted like he thought the sun shone out of her bottom. But what if she failed to live up to that? Well, that was the thing, she didn't think Marco would think any less of her even if she did.
But, well, there was one girl in the whole Echo Creek school that was actually effortlessly cool. As in, she didn't care about the concept of cool at all and yet she was intrinsically cool, just by virtue of what or who she was: Star. That was the other thing that Jackie saw in Marco, if she forced herself to be honest about it: his friendship with Star. The two were inseparable, and Marco might not realize it, but he reflected Star in a way.
Now, most girls would be jealous to know their boyfriend lived with another girl, especially if it was as amazing a girl as Star Butterfly. And maybe, maybe a little bit of Jackie was jealous, or worried, or unsure about it. But there was one part of her that felt strangely happy about it. A part that had felt disappointed, rather than relieved, when Marco had said he wasn't in love with Star, or even interested. She had even had to hide her face when asking, so that Marco couldn't notice the eagerness she felt in asking. She had let him believe it was uneasiness instead.
It was not that Jackie was attracted to Star, not at all, she was pretty sure she was exclusively - or at least very much primarily - into boys. And she did love Marco, either way, for who he himself was. Whatever self-esteem issues he had, Jackie had no doubt she was in reality the one getting the better deal. The boy was smart, brave, and way cuter than he himself knew. Yet there was something about the idea of Marco and Star that made him even more attractive to her, even as it worried her and confused her. It was majorly weird, impossible to explain, and probably the opposite of how any other girl Jackie knew thought or ought to think, but the feeling was there.
"What is wrong with me?" the skateboarding girl thought to herself.
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In another dimension. A flame sorceress woke up with a wide grin. She lifted a hand and the cover magically slid away from her body. She sat up while humming to herself, a song she had learned while keeping tabs on the quite amusing boy from Earth. The song she had hummed while watching the princess seduce her best friend. She walked down stone stairs in the palatial temple she was currently using as a Summer home, and proceeded to make herself some breakfast.
"What? There is nothing wrong with me," Hekapoo spoke aloud to the empty room
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