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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 5: She Didn’t Blind Me With Science, but She Made Me Squint a Little
It was 3:15 PM, and classes at the Echo Creek Academy had just let out for the day. Tom walked down the hall past the various kids who were now headed to sports practice or school play rehearsal or whatnot.
As he walked, Tom remembered the first time he’d come here, to invite Star to the Blood Moon Ball. Back then, the students had all looked at him with curiosity, wonder, and fear. Now, most of them were chatting amongst themselves and scarcely even noticed the horned guy passing by them in the hallway. Tom supposed that now that monsters were attending the school alongside humans and Mewmans, a demon didn’t stick out that much anymore.
That day seemed like a lifetime ago now. And today, Tom wasn’t here to see Star, or any of his human friends. None of them were going to school these days, anyway.
No, Tom was here seeking help. He needed to understand what was going on with Star, Janna, and the other members of this strange group that had formed around Marco. They had changed, physically and mentally, and Tom had no idea why.
Whatever was causing the changes, it couldn’t be magic, because magic was dead. And if it wasn’t magic, then didn’t it have to be something that science could explain?
Halfway down the hall, he turned right and entered a classroom, where he found the person he was looking for: a slim Latina woman in her late twenties. She wore a white lab coat, and her long, dark-brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. She sat looking through a pile of papers on her desk, which was at the front of the room and which faced the two rows of lab benches that filled the rest of the room. Tom stopped just inside the doorway.
“Hi,” Tom said. “Are you Dr. Mendez?”
The woman looked up from her papers, and her eyes widened slightly.
“Oh, hello, young man. Yes, I’m Dr. Mendez. Are you a student here?”
“Um, no,” Tom replied awkwardly. “I’m…a little older than I look.”
He decided to leave it at that, as he’d found that telling humans he was a quasi-immortal demon prince from the Underworld didn’t always provoke a favorable reaction. Although Janna had always thought it was cool.
“Look, I, uh, I need a little help,” Tom continued. “I mean, science-type help. And since I don’t know much about science, and I don’t know any scientists, here I am.”
“I see,” the woman replied. “Well, no, actually, I don’t see. Maybe you could explain what you need help with.”
“This is going to sound strange,” Tom began, “but some friends of mine have started acting weird lately. Like they’ve been brainwashed or something.”
“I’m afraid my PhD is not in psychology, Mr…”
“Tom. Tom Lucitor. Sorry, I should have led with that. Anyway, the changes aren’t just mental; they’re physical, too.”
The woman raised an eyebrow. “What sort of physical changes are you talking about?”
“Think puberty, but faster. Way faster.”
Her other eyebrow rose up next to the first. “Well, that’s a bit closer to my wheelhouse. You say this is happening to more than one of your friends?”
“At least three that I know of,” Tom replied, thinking of Janna, Jackie, and Star—all of whom he had surreptitiously watched that morning when they left their apartment-castle to go somewhere with Marco. “And they’re all girls.”
“Hmm. Well, the first question that comes to mind is whether these girls have any common exposures.”
“Sorry, common what?”
“Is there anything that they have all been exposed to recently that could account for the change? Something they might have eaten, or drunk, or breathed in?”
“I guess there could be a lot of things,” Tom said, “since they’re all living together now.”
“Ah. Yes, that would create many possibilities for shared exposure.”
Tom’s brow knitted. How was he going to investigate this situation? Even if he could get Star or Janna to invite him over to what people were now calling the palace, what would he look for once he was there? It seemed he was going to need more help from Dr. Mendez than just classroom advice.
“Do you…” he began, “do you think you could maybe go there with me? I mean, to the palace, where they live? Just to see if I’m right?”
Dr. Mendez seemed lost in thought for a moment. Then her eyes focused on Tom again.
“If what you are telling me is true,” she said slowly, “then this sounds like a phenomenon—or maybe even a public-health issue—that ought to be studied. So yes, I’ll go there with you. How about after school tomorrow?”
“That would be great. I’ll text Star and ask her if we can come over then. Thanks, Dr. Mendez.”
“If you really are older than you look,” the woman replied, “then you can call me Rosa.”
“Thanks, Rosa.”
***
Meanwhile, Marco, Star, Jackie, and Janna had brought Princess Arms to their penthouse castle. As they all stepped off the elevator, Star asked brightly, “So, do you want the tour, or do you just want to get right to sucking face with the king?”
Arms glanced around at the great hall, then looked meaningfully at Marco as she replied, “I’m thinking I want to see the bedroom first and the rest… after that.”
“Great!” Star replied. “We’ll let Marco show you the way, and we’ll see you both later.” She grinned and added, “Maybe a lot later.”
After Marco escorted Arms out of the great hall and toward the master bedroom, Janna turned to Star and Jackie and asked, “How come we’re not joining in? You guys were both there for my first time with Marco.”
“Yeah,” Star replied, “but Arms doesn’t know any of us as well as we know each other. She and Marco should have some time to bond one on one.”
“Hmm, good point,” Jackie said. Then, with a sly look, she added, “Besides, there’s no reason why the three of us can’t have some fun while they’re ‘bonding.’”
“You also make a good point,” Star replied with a grin. “And then we can have playtime with Arms later. Icing on the cake.”
Suddenly inspired, Janna said, “Hey, you think Geeda could whip up enough icing for you guys to cover me in it and then-”
“Definitely,” Star interrupted.
***
When Marco and Arms arrived in the master bedroom, the four-armed dirty-blonde scarcely gave it a look. Marco supposed he wasn’t surprised; Arms was a princess, after all, and she had probably seen many impressively appointed rooms in her time.
Indeed, Arms didn’t care at all about the furnishings save for the fact that they included a bed. Even on the limo ride over, as she, Marco, and the girls had chatted about this and that, Arms had been growing hornier by the minute. Because now, after enduring years of forced chastity, she finally had the chance to get her cherry popped. And she wanted to blow it sky high.
So as soon as she followed Marco through the bedroom door, she kicked it closed, grabbed Marco, and kissed him hard and deep. Marco kissed her back just as eagerly, but before Arms could kiss him a second time, he held up a hand.
“Before we do this,” he said. “I just want to know: Is ‘Arms’ your actual name?”
“Well, my first name is Patty, but I’ve always liked Arms better. Everyone remembers it, and it doesn’t make me feel like a hunk of hamburger meat.” She looked down at the bulge in the front of Marco’s skinny jeans and added, “Now, speaking of meat…”
Arms turned around and pressed her ass against Marco’s crotch. Then she used her upper pair of arms to take Marco’s hands and guide them to her breasts.
“Touch me,” she breathed.
Marco let out a warm breath in her ear as she used his hands to squeeze her handful-sized breasts gently. Then she took two fingers of each of his hands and brought them to her stiff nipples to rub them in little circles through her top. All the while, her two lower arms were reaching back behind her to caress Marco’s ass through his jeans.
“You might not have guessed this about me,” she said suggestively, “but I’m the touchy-feely type.”
“I’m guessing it right now,” Marco replied. “But how about you let me use my own hands?”
“Oh, definitely,” Arms said.
She released her hold on Marco’s fingers, allowing him to undo the buttons of her purple blouse and then to reach inside.
“Hey,” Marco said with a smile. “You’re wearing one of those bras that unhooks in the front. Nice.”
As Marco undid her bra, Arms replied, “I had a feeling like I should wear that one today.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“I just woke up this morning and decided—no, realized—that I really needed a pair of hands on my tits today. As long as they were the right hands. And then, there you were, hands and all.”
“Just two of ‘em, but yeah,” Marco replied. Beginning to fondle Arms’ bare, perky breasts, Marco added, “They’re happy to be of service.”
While Marco’s hands explored her, Arms didn’t let any of her hands remain idle. The upper pair reached up and back to run their fingers through Marco’s dark hair, while the lower pair let go of his ass and came around to his front to undo his belt and the fly of his skinny jeans. Grinning, she pushed down the waistband of his jockeys and caught his erect cock when it sprang free.
“Whoa,” she said, taking his shaft in two hands. “Are all Earth guys hung like this?”
“I wouldn’t exactly know,” Marco replied. “But…I think I’m, you know, above average, these days.”
“Well, I’m going to need a closer look.”
Arms turned around, then squatted down so that she was at eye level with Marco’s member.
“So, what’s this handsome boy’s name?”
“Um, what makes you think it has a name.”
“Guys name their dicks. It’s like a scientific fact.”
Marco blushed. “I, uh, call him ‘Polo.’”
“I’ll let you explain that to me later. Right now, I want to show Polo a good time.”
Arms held Marco’s cock by the base with one hand and gave it several long, lusty licks. Then she put the end of it in her mouth. Throughout these activities, she maintained eye contact with Marco
It was clear to Marco that Princess Arms had done this before. After she took his cockhead into her mouth and closed her lips around it, she began to bob her head slowly. At the same time, she used one of her hands to hold his shaft, another to grip his ass, and the other two to fondle his balls.
“Mmm,” she said around his cock. Then, taking it out of her mouth for only as long as it took to speak, she added, “I think I’m falling in love with this cock. I just wanna suck it forever.”
“I, I have no problem with that,” Marco stammered as she sucked him some more. “I think I can pencil you in for forever.”
She released his cock from her mouth again and added. “And these balls are nice, too.” Weighing them in the palm of her hand, she went on, “Heavy…like they’re ready to get me pregnant.”
Marco, overcome by the eroticism of Arms’ words, didn’t know what to say in response. Then all thought of speaking vanished as she resumed sucking him, taking his shaft a little deeper into her mouth on each stroke.
“Oh, God,” Marco gasped.
Arms continued pleasuring Marco for a solid minute, during which time his member went from hard human cock to aching spike of iron.
“Arms,” he gasped, “I need…to put…it in you…”
Arms released Marco’s cock from her mouth and stood up. Two of her hands continued massaging his cock and balls while her other two arms went around him, pulling him close to her. Marco kissed her deeply, his own arms around her waist, pulling her body tight against his. He could feel her hard, erect nipples against his chest as she panted with excitement. Then she broke off the kiss and put her lips to his ear.
“How about I get on all sixes so you can plow me from behind?” she breathed. “Forget about my being a virgin and just nail me hard. I can take it.”
“Wait, this is your first time?” Marco said, his eyes widening in surprise. “I mean, you’re so good at the, uh, hand stuff and, and mouth stuff that I thought…you know.”
“Marco,” Arms replied, “I’m a princess. My parents were very strict about me saving myself for marriage. Why do you think they sent me to Saint Olga’s? They wanted to make sure I stayed ‘pure’ for whatever prince they picked for me. But that doesn’t mean I never had any fun with boys—especially after we got rid of the head hag, Miss Heinous, and we could get some wayward princes to come visit.”
“How come you didn’t, you know, with any of them?”
“I didn’t ‘you know’ because my parents would know. My mom put a virginity-detection spell on me the second I hit puberty. And if I’d set that alarm off, well, let’s just say going to Saint O’s would have looked good compared to the punishment I’d have gotten.”
“So, is the spell gone now, or-”
“Marco, I’m going to marry you, become a queen, and help save this dimension. My parents are gonna want you to take my virginity.”
“Wow,” said Marco. “I never thought I’d ever have this much sex, and I definitely never expected to have it with parental approval.”
“Guess that’s life in our new dimension,” Arms replied eagerly.
She grabbed hold of him again, this time using all four arms to pull him to her so that as much of their naked skin was pressed together as possible.
“Now fuck me,” she said.
Emboldened by Arms’ eagerness, Marco replied, “Then show me that virgin pussy.”
Arms let go of Marco and dived onto the bed, quickly coming up onto “all sixes” facing away from him. Her pale-pink, blonde-tufted pussy seemed to open for him like a flower, inviting him inside.
“Time for Sir Polo to charge my gates,” she gasped.
Marco didn’t delay; between the wetness of Arms’ sex and the precum oozing generously from his cockhead, he and she were both clearly more than ready. Marco got on his knees between Arms’ calves, positioned his cockhead at her entrance, and pushed in.
“Ooooh, yeahhhhhh…” Arms moaned.
Arms’ mother’s virginity spell wasn’t designed to detect penetration by non-living objects, so had long ago taken out her hymen with a dildo. Now, she was glad that she had, because she could enjoy Marco’s cock without any pain.
When Marco hilted inside Arms, he held there for a second, enjoying how her smooth, taut ass felt against his hips.
“Congratulations,” he said. “You’re not a virgin anymore.”
“Oh, yeah,” she breathed. “I don’t think I’ve ever liked not being something this much.” Then she chuckled. “Gotta wonder what my mom is thinking right now.”
She inhaled deeply, let out a long, sighing breath, and said, “Now please—fuck me. I can’t wait any longer.”
Marco didn’t think he could have waited much longer himself, and he was glad he didn’t have to. He started pumping Arms slow and deep.
“Oh, yeah…” Princess Arms moaned. “That’s so good…”
Since the beginning of her teens, Arms had fantasized many times about what her first fuck would be like. And so far, Marco was fulfilling all of those fantasies. But at the same time, Arms felt like she should be doing more than just passively receiving Marco’s sweet cock.
Fortunately, having six limbs meant that she could do doggy style and still have a couple of hands free. So she reached back with her lower pair of arms and used one to toy with her clit while the other hand cupped Marco’s balls.
“Mmm, nice,” Marco said. Her hand was warm and gentle, making his balls feel like two eggs snug in a cozy nest.
“These are some very important balls,” Arms said, beginning to pant with lust. “They’re going to make…a little princess…or a prince…in me…”
When Marco had deflowered Janna the previous morning, he’d been a little bit excited to hear her shout, “Knock me the fuck up!” But at the same time, he’d figured that was just Janna being Janna: crazy, wild, and defiant. And before that, Jackie had said it, too, but again Marco had chalked that up to mere enthusiasm.
But now, hearing Arms say—or at least imply—that she wanted him to impregnate her, it struck Marco just how meaningful that was. She didn’t just want to have sex with him for the fun of it (although the fun was clearly important to her, too). She wanted to have his baby.
The thought should have scared him. Surely, no boy in twenty-first-century America should want to be a father at age fifteen, and certainly not to be one four times over. But the idea that Arms was so attracted to him that she would want to bear his child not only was a powerful ego boost but filled him to the brim with lust.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed, starting to fuck her faster. “I wanna make a baby in you…”
Arms began to move in time with him, pushing her ass back when he pushed his hips forward, helping him fuck her. She had done this a few times with a suction-cup dildo stuck to the headboard of her bed at St Olga’s, but this felt infinitely better. Not least because, unless she was deluding herself, her sensitive fingers could actually feel Marco’s balls generating sperm to put inside her, to fertilize her, to make her pregnant with his child. She had never been an impregnation fetishist, but Marco somehow brought that out in her. Now, the thought of his potent seed shooting up inside her to find her egg and push inside to make a baby—her and Marco’s baby—was driving Arms mad with lust.
“Fuck me harder,” she gasped. “I wanna feel you shoot in me…I wanna feel your hot cum inside me…”
“Oh God,” Marco panted, fucking Arms faster still. “I wanna shoot it in you…I wanna fill you up…with my cum…’til your womb is full…”
Arms worked her ass faster against Marco’s cock, and before they both knew it, they were fucking hard and fast and deep, grunting like animals as they rutted and mated and bred.
“Oh, fuck, yes!” Arms cried. “You’re pounding me! You’re pounding my pussy! Fill me up, fill me up, FILL ME UP!”
“YAAAAAAAH!” Marco cried, and he could feel his cum exploding out of him and deep into Arms, pumping out in thick gouts that were propelled with so much force that they pushed straight through Arms’ welcoming, hungry cervix and into her womb, each of his millions of sperm racing to find her egg and plunge in. The sensation made Arms scream high and long and loud, pushed to a height of pleasure she had never known before, that she never even knew was possible until that moment.
When it was over, the gasping Arms fell over onto her side, and Marco fell down next to her.
“Wow,” Marco breathed. “That was good.”
“Oh yeah it was,” Arms panted.
The moment Arms caught her breath, she cupped Marco’s chin in her hand and turned his face to look at her. Two more of her hands took hold of his cock and began to rub it slowly, while the fourth one gently held his balls.
“And I want some more,” said Arms.
Feeling his cock already begin to harden again, Marco replied, “No problem there.”
“Then let’s get this sweet fuck-rod of yours ready for another go.”
She looked down at Marco’s cock as she massaged it, using his residual cum and her natural lube to slide her hands up and down it as it grew stiffer in her grasp. She had done this for a few other boys during the party era at Saint O’s, but it had never felt like this; not only did Marco’s cock feel particularly nice in her hands, but every time she stroked it, she felt a pleasant sort of vibration in her clit. Likewise, when she fondled his balls, it caused a nice sensation somewhere up inside her, in the vicinity of her womb. And at the moment when she squeezed a little too hard, she felt an uncomfortable twinge in that deep place before Marco could even say, “Hey, um, easy there.”
Arms didn’t know why this was happening. But it made her eager to keep pleasuring Marco with her hands. Only when his cock was as thick and hard as one of those hefty, six-D-battery flashlights she’d seen in Earth stores did she finally let go of his cock, then lie back and spread her legs.
“Put it back in,” she said eagerly. “I need another one of your sweet cumloads in me.”
“I’d be happy to,” Marco replied with a smile.
He got on top of her, and her hands roamed his back and ass as he positioned himself at her entrance again. Then all four hands squeezed his ass when he pushed in.
“Ooooh, yeah, that’s what I need,” Arms breathed as Marco sank in.
“Me too,” Marco murmured in her ear.
With one of her lower arms, Arms reached down and cupped Marco’s balls as he fucked her slowly. Again, fondling them made her feel good deep inside—although not as good as Marco’s cock pumping slowly in her dirty-blonde pussy.
“Mmmm, Marco,” she hummed. “If I could have picked any cock on Mewth-”
“-or Earni,” Marco added.
“-to get fucked with for the first time, I couldn’t have picked a better one than yours.”
“Polo is proud to serve you,” Marco replied, then kissed her.
They took their time, moving together slowly, listening to each other breathe and sigh and moan softly. Arms had always kind of figured that her first fuck would be hard and fast, but this was exactly what she’d hoped her second fuck would be like.
Marco was as happy to take his time as Arms was. Her pussy was nicely tight around his girth, and her hands felt amazing as they moved all over his back and ass while another continued to gently hold his balls. It was like Arms somehow knew exactly how he wanted to be touched, much as Marco somehow knew exactly how Arms wanted to be fucked.
Very gradually, their speed increased. Eventually, Arms let go of Marco’s balls and used both of her lower hands to grip his ass, helping him thrust into her even as she thrust her hips up against his to help him get in deep every time. And as Marco fucked Arms, he couldn’t help but tell her his deepest desire of that moment.
“Oh- God- Arms,” Marco panted. “I- wanna- get you- pregnant…”
“Yes…Marco…Yes,” she breathed in his ear. “Fuck…a baby…into…me…”
Marco pounded Arms’ pussy at full speed. Her two upper arms wrapped around his back while her lower ones continued to help him shove his cock into her as deep and hard and fast as possible.
“Oh yes!” Arms cried. “I’m- gonna- cum! I’m- gonna- AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIAAAAAH!”
“NNNGGGHHHHH!” Marco grunted loudly, ramming his cock balls-deep inside her pink pussy and shooting another substantial load of his seed deep into her body.
When their climax finished, Marco raised his head to look at Arms. Both of them smiled at each other breathlessly.
“So,” Marco panted, “think you’re…knocked up…yet?”
“I…don’t know…” Arms replied. “But…we can…always…try again…and again…and again…”
***
Marco and Arms kept at it for a while longer before eventually collapsing onto the bed, thoroughly exhausted. They were naked and holding each other when the other three girls came into the bedroom. Marco managed to suppress his startlement, reminding himself that this lack of privacy was a fact of his life now.
“You guys have fun?” Star asked.
“Oh yeah,” Arms replied, clearly exhausted but happy.
“Hey, check it out,” Janna said, pointing at the mirror above the dresser next to Star’s. “This one must be mine now. I’m loving the logo.”
In the circle above the mirror was the image of a little black bat. Its eyes were tiny red gems that glinted in the available light.
“Huh,” Marco said, looking at the new sigil. “That is cool.” Then he pointed at a smear of something blue near the top of Janna’s head. “Um, did you know you have frosting in your hair?”
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