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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 8: Interview With the Unicorn
It was nighttime, and Star was in the cemetery where Ludo had once stolen her spell book—and Glossaryck. As Star looked around anxiously, disembodied, childlike voices began to sing, in the cadence of a playground taunt.
You’re too slow, too far behind
The thing you need you’ll never find
No one’s gonna help, or even try
They’ll just stand there and watch you die
Only then did Star look down and see that she was standing on a fresh grave. And just as she saw the loose dirt beneath her shoe-soles, the dirt began to swirl around her, like water going down a drain. In moments, she was standing in the middle of a whirlpool of earth that was pulling her down by her feet, her ankles, her calves, her knees.
Whipping her head to and fro, Star searched around and spotted her parents. They were facing away from her and seemed oblivious to her peril, but they were her only chance.
“Mom! Dad!” she screamed. “Help me!”
Simultaneously, they turned to look at her. Their faces were slack, and now she saw that their blue eyes were tinged with a greenish, sickly glow.
“Help me!” Star screamed as the maelstrom of dirt pulled her in up to her waist. “Please!”
In a monotone, her father replied, “It’s too late.”
“Much too late,” her mother added.
Star was buried up to her chest now, flailing and thrashing in her desperation to get free. Then her parents walked over to her, slowly, and as Star’s shoulders sank beneath the swirling dirt, her father reached a hand out to her. Star struggled to get her arm free to grab it, but the earthen maelstrom’s hold was too strong.
“Please, Dad, pull me out!” she screamed.
His hand went to the top of her head, and Star braced herself against the pain of being pulled out by her hair. But instead, her father’s hand spread over the top of her head and pushed it down.
“NOO-!” Star cried, but her scream was cut off as her mouth and her nose and her whole head were submerged beneath the dirt, and she couldn’t scream and she couldn’t see and she couldn’t breathe and-
She sat up, gasping, surrounded by her sleeping bed-mates. Star put a hand on Marco and Jackie, who were on either side of her. Then Star took a few deep breaths and tried to examine her nightmare objectively.
I’m not scared of my parents, she thought, so I don’t think it was about them. Maybe it was about…what they could turn into? Was that what being Possessed looks like?
Somehow, she knew that it was. Which made this seem like more than a nightmare.
Was it some kind of warning? Why would I need a warning, when I already know the Possessed are coming? And what was that part about me needing to find something?
She yawned and thought, Whatever it is, I’ll probably have a better chance of finding it after a few more hours of sleep. She glanced around at the others and added, With all these people I love.
She lay down on her side, put her back against Marco’s side and her hand on Jackie’s arm, and soon fell back asleep.
***
That morning, Marco awoke with two girls on one side of him and three on the other. He was glad that the palace’s climate control system kept them from needing much in the way of bedcovers, because Marco doubted he could ever have gotten out of bed—at least, not without waking everyone else up—if he’d had to extract himself from sheets and blankets the process. As it was, he could simply slide down to and off the foot of the bed before quietly making his way to the bathroom. But all of that was a moot point, because by the time Marco returned, the girls were all awake anyway.
“Don’t go anywhere, Marco,” Jackie said as the girls headed en masse toward the bathroom. “We have an important question to ask you. We’ll be right back.”
Marco waited, flipping through the copy of Martial Arts Monthly he’d had on the nightstand. But it wasn’t more than a couple of minutes before the girls emerged from the bathroom.
“So,” Marco said, “what’s this important question you wanted to ask me?”
“I was wondering,” Jackie replied naughtily, “if you grew any more last night.”
“Yeah, me too,” Arms said.
“Oh yeah, I was definitely wondering that,” Star chimed in.
“For the record, I hadn’t been wondering,” Janna said. Then, grinning at Marco’s crotch, she added, “But now, it’s all I can think about.” Kelly grinned and nodded, too.
Star grinned, too, as she added, “Lose the PJs, Marco. We wanna see the goods.”
“Yeah!” the rest of the girls cheered.
Marco didn’t even think to object, on the grounds of being king or otherwise. The truth was, when he’d stumbled to the bathroom, Marco hadn’t yet been awake enough to notice whether there had been any further changes down there, but now he was curious.
When he lifted his butt up off the bed and pushed his pajama bottoms down to his knees, he could see that indeed, things down there were bigger. Although, being flaccid, he couldn’t tell how much growth there had been.
“Ooooh, Polo’s had another growth spurt!” Star said. “Let’s see how big our boy has gotten.”
She lay along the foot of the bed and put her head above Marco’s crotch. Then she stuffed his entire flaccid cock into her mouth and sucked it.
Arms came up behind Jackie and said, “I know what else will help our king get hard.”
She lifted up the hem of Jackie’s little spaghetti-strap sleeping top to show Marco Jackie’s bare breasts, which were now the size of cantaloupes. Then Arms began feeling Jackie up, using two hands to squeeze her big titties from below while the other two toyed with her nipples. Jackie closed her eyes and moaned softly, and then so did Arms.
Kelly, looking at Marco’s cock, breathed, “Wow. I mean, I just saw it for the first time yesterday, and it already looks bigger.”
Janna, who had been reclining on the bed, slid down to the foot of it to get a close look at Marco’s newly enhanced endowment. Watching Jackie and Arms was already getting him hard—especially when Arms lifted one of Jackie’s breasts to the girl’s own mouth, and Jackie began sucking and tonguing her own pink nipple.
“Nice,” Janna said, taking the base of Marco’s shaft in her hand. “Hey Kelly, pass me the ruler, wouldja?”
Kelly got the ruler out of the nightstand and handed it to Janna, who put its edge against the side of Marco’s member.
“Girls,” Janna announced with understated glee, “we’ve got a full ten inches here.”
“Wow,” Kelly whispered. “Think of what we could do with all that.”
“Mmm,” Jackie said, releasing her nipple from her mouth and then sitting down on the bed to weigh one of Marco’s plum-sized balls in her hand. “And these are getting so big.”
“All the better to knock us up with, my dear,” Star replied saucily.
“Oooh, yeah,” Janna said, her hand hefting Marco’s other testicle. “Just think, he’s gonna preg us all with these.”
Uh, the rest of me is here, too, Marco thought. But he was nowhere near offended enough to ruin this moment by speaking.
“It just,” Jackie breathed, “makes me…wanna…worship them…”
She lowered her face and began gently licking the substantial testicle in her hand. Janna got the same idea and started tonguing the other one.
“Yeah,” Star said. “Let’s give these royal balls the royal treatment.”
Now, three sets of lips and tongues were wandering all over Marco’s substantial ball sac, kissing, licking, probing. Marco could feel his testes engorging with his arousal, which seemed to make the girls even more enthusiastic.
There wasn’t room for any more girls at the level of Marco’s balls, but his cock had grown rock-hard. Arms put one hand around its base, Kelly wrapped her hand around Arms’ hand, and both girls began running their tongues up and down Marco’s member, each tongue making plenty of erotic contact with the other in the process. Arms used two of her remaining free hands to reach over Star, Janna, and Jackie’s heads to feel up Kelly’s little breasts while they pleasured Marco’s cock with their soft lips and eager tongues.
Marco lay back and closed his eyes, letting the many pleasurable sensations wash over him. He felt his balls continue to swell with lust and his cock harden to its steely maximum turgidity. What was more, he felt a load of seed building up within him as the girls’ tongues prompted his balls to produce more and more.
Jackie, who had initiated this round of genital idolatry, was now completely engrossed in using her tongue to explore, pleasure, and worship Marco’s swollen balls.
“Mmmm,” she hummed between licks, “I love these so much…”
“I think I’m in love with them,” Janna replied. “I just want to lick them and lick them until they’re full…Oooh, and do more than lick them…”
She opened her mouth and took one of Marco’s plum-sized balls inside, sucking it gently and tonguing it inside her mouth. Jackie did the same with Marco’s other testicle, and Star, who was between them, licked the still-exposed part of Marco’s scrotum, sometimes pushing her slim tongue into Jackie or Janna’s mouth for a moment to join them in pleasuring each of his balls.
Meanwhile, Kelly had begun sucking on Marco’s cockhead as Arms continued licking his shaft. Then Kelly released Marco’s cock from her mouth and looked at Arms.
“I want to deep-throat him,” she breathed. “But I need you to make me do it.”
“Huh? What do you mean, ‘make you?’” Arms replied.
“Once I put him back in my mouth, I want you to grab my head and push it down until he’s all the way down my throat. Even if I choke or gag or struggle, don’t let me stop until my lips touch his balls.”
“Um, okay, if that’s what you’re into,” Arms replied.
Having plenty of hands to spare, Arms maintained her hold on the base of Marco’s cock while she wound the fingers of two of her other hands in Kelly’s ample green hair. Kelly bent forward and took Marco’s whole cockhead back into her mouth.
“Gmmh!” Kelly shouted, which Arms took to mean “Go!”
She pushed Kelly’s head down, slowly but forcefully, and inch after inch of Marco’s cockshaft disappeared into the green-haired girl’s mouth. At one point, Kelly began gagging, and Arms stopped pushing, but Kelly slapped Arms’ thigh with the palm of her hand to urge her to keep going. Arms resumed pushing and watched with amazement as Kelly took more and more of Marco’s shaft into her bulging throat, until Kelly’s nose was pressing against Marco’s left hip bone and her cheek was touching the foreheads of the three girls who were still orally pleasuring Marco’s testes. They were so involved in their ball-worship that they didn’t even seem to notice anything else.
“Oh, God,” Marco moaned loudly. “Oh God, oh God!”
His hands grabbed blindly and seized the heads of Jackie and Janna as he fired a huge load of thick, hot seed straight down Kelly’s throat. The girl gurgled and thrashed her arms like she was drowning, but she would not let Arms pull her head away from Marco’s crotch until the boy had completely finished unloading his balls into her stomach. Only then did she raise her head, gasping, cum dribbling from her mouth and her cheeks streaked with deep-throat tears.
“Whoops,” she panted. “I didn’t…mean…to steal…that load…from you guys.” After taking a few breaths, she went on, “I mean, since it’s important for us all to get pregnant, we should probably be saving Marco’s cum for our pussies.”
“It’s not a big deal,” Star replied. Then she grinned at Marco. “We’ll just have to get another load started.”
“Sounds good to me,” Princess Arms said, cupping Marco’s heavy balls in two of her four hands. “It’s my turn to show these big babies some love.”
“I, uh,” Marco panted, “I have no objection.”
As she fondled his balls, Arms used her other two hands to grasp Marco’s shaft. Then she leaned forward and licked his cockhead like an ice cream cone, cleaning off and swallowing what remained of his seed even as she moved her hands up and down his cockshaft.
Meanwhile, Janna grabbed Kelly’s face and kissed her deeply, probing the Woolette’s mouth for any unswallowed drops of Marco’s cum. Then they both gave Marco’s balls another good licking.
“Well,” Star said to Jackie, “since it looks like Arms has things well in hand-”
“I see what you did there,” Jackie cut in.
“-how about we mess around together? There’s something I’ve been meaning to try with you for a while now.”
“Oh yeah?” Jackie said. “What’s that?”
Star pulled off her nightgown and lay down on her side on the bed. Then she gestured to Jackie.
“Now you lie down facing me with your head in front of my boobs.”
Jackie lay down as Star suggested, putting her big breasts in Star’s face. Which was right where Star wanted them. Star gave Jackie a little kiss on one of her pink nipples, making her gasp lightly.
“I’m calling this ‘sixty-nine times four,’” Star said. “You know, cuz it’s like sixty-nine, but there are four boobies involved.”
“That’s good math,” Jackie replied a bit breathily.
Star took one of Jackie’s big nipples into her mouth and sucked it gently. Jackie moaned, then began suckling one of Star’s nipples.
While the two blonde girls nursed each other, each making muffled moans around her mouthful of nipple, Arms took her mouth from the head of Marco’s cock. He was now fully hard again, and Arms stroked his thick shaft with two hands as she turned to Kelly.
“He’s ready to ride,” Arms said breathily.
Kelly raised her head from Marco’s balls and smiled at the tall erect cock before her eyes. Marco lay back on the bed.
“How about you mount up?” he said, gesturing at his hips and his cock. “Then Arms and Janna can spank you while we fuck.”
In an instant, Kelly went from horny to desperately horny. “Oh, yes, please,” she gasped.
She climbed on top of Marco. As the young man held his cock straight up for her, she slowly lowered herself down on it, taking inch after inch of his member into her pussy until her thighs were resting on his hips.
“Ohhh, yeah,” Kelly breathed. “I can’t believe I can fit it all inside me…It feels so good…”
“Feels good to me, too,” Marco replied, smiling breathlessly up at her. “Ready to ride?”
She looked down at him, her intense desire plain on her face as she replied, “More than ready.”
Kelly bent forward until her face and torso were above Marco’s, angling just slightly upward. Then she began to move forward and back.
“Ohhh, yeah, that’s nice,” Marco said.
Now that the fucking had begun, Arms gave Kelly a slap on one of her swarthy ass cheeks. Then Janna slapped the other one.
Kelly, her eyes closed, whispered, “Harder.”
Marco’s gaze was glued to Kelly’s face and cute little tits as he elaborated for her, “She wants a real spanking, not a play spanking.”
Janna smiled wickedly at that.
“Well, if that’s what you’re into…,” she said, and gave Kelly a hard smack on the ass. Kelly moaned.
“…I think we can help you out,” Arms added, and smacked Kelly just as hard on her other asscheek. The beautiful Woolette moaned again.
Kelly felt as though she was afloat in a stormy sea of pleasure. Moving up and down on Marco’s cock produced waves of wonderful sensations—waves that grew taller and stronger when Marco reached up and fondled her small, sensitive breasts. Each stinging slap of Arms or Jenna’s hand on her ass was like a bolt of lightning that struck the sea, momentarily electrifying her whole body.
With all the stimulation, on top of how horny Kelly had already been when the fucking began, there was no way she could take it slow. Within moments, she was bouncing hard on top of Marco, coming down forcefully enough each time to make the boy’s hip bones jab into her thighs and to make his cockhead strike bruisingly hard against her cervix.
“Oh yes,” the girl gasped as she fucked Marco faster and faster. “Fuck me…hurt me…cum inside me…”
Marco moved his hands from Kelly’s tits to her hips to help her move faster, to come down harder on his cock, hurting her inside the way she so very much wanted to be hurt. And feeling her arousal approach its peak was driving Marco toward a peak of his own.
“Kelly,” he panted, “I’m…gonna…shoot…in you…”
Unable to hold back another moment, Marco pulled down as hard as he could on Kelly’s hips, ramming his cock into her cervix. Kelly shrieked with pain and powerful orgasm, and then Marco cried out as he shot his load up into her womb.
***
Meanwhile, Tom and Rosa had just finished pulling themselves up the rope-and-pulley elevator to the main doors of Pony Head Castle. The castle had once been nestled among the pink clouds high above Mewni, but since few people other than the Pony Heads themselves were able to fly these days, the servants had tethered the castle to the top of the Amity Bank Building in downtown Echo Creek and had the elevator built.
Tom yanked the bell pull, causing a chime to sound.
“Just so I’m clear,” Rosa said. “These people are floating, disembodied horse heads?”
“Unicorn heads, technically,” Tom replied.
“I’ll try not to faint when I see them.”
Several moments later, the great double doors opened, and there hovered the huge, green, gold-crowned head of King Pony Head. Tom, being Prince of the Underworld, had met King Pony Head on several occasions, at the state dinners and galas and such that his parents sometimes dragged him to. And each of those times, the disembodied king had looked a lot better than he did now. His face was puffy, and his eyes were bloodshot and glazed.
“Good afternoon,” King Pony Head said, sounding quite congested.
“My goodness,” Rosa said, unable to keep from staring. “You really do levitate. Is it a form of electromagnetism, or-?”
“Daddyyyy…” a feeble, scratchy voice called.
Tom looked past the king and saw Pony Head lying on a daybed in the great hall with the latest issue of Headz Up: Fashion for the Bodiless open in front of her. She looked no healthier than her father.
“You’re supposed to be in bed like the rest of us,” Pony Head protested. “Let the servants answer the door.”
“I,” the king retorted, blinking his bloodshot eyes, “will answer the door of my own castle if I pl-…ah…aahhh…”
His eyes widening, Tom looked at Rosa and saw that she was still staring at the floating king with rapt fascination. Tom dived sideways and tackled Rosa to the ground.
“-CHOO!”
Propelled by the sneeze and lacking any contact with the ground to slow him down, King Pony Head flew backward and slammed into a stone column. Then he slumped forward, still hovering but clearly not in great shape. A pair of human servants came to his sides and towed him away, and Tom helped Rosa up.
“Thank you for that,” Rosa said.
“Well,” Tom replied, “I asked you to come here, so it would probably be bad form to let you get blown off the castle wall and fall to your death.”
Tom and Rosa dusted themselves off, then went through the great doors and approached the reclining blue unicorn-head.
“Hey, Pony Head,” Tom said, approaching her. “This is my friend Rosa. She’s a doctor. Kind of.”
“S’up, Rosa,” Pony Head replied scratchily. “You know what’s wrong with me and Daddy and my sisters?”
“I came to talk to you about that, actually,” Rosa replied. “When did you all first become ill?”
Pony Head explained that her symptoms had begun the last time she saw Star, a few days earlier. The rest of her family had fallen ill not long after that.
“They say I got them all sick, but whatevs,” Pony Head concluded. “They all didn’t have to, like, get all up in my personal space.”
“When you talked to Star,” Tom said, “did she give you any idea why she suddenly decided to marry Marco?”
“Star’s marrying Marco?!” Pony Head exclaimed. She tried to snort indignantly but was too congested to make more than a pig-like grunt. “She didn’t say anything to me! Oh, homegirl’s gonna get an earful!”
It did not occur to Pony Head that the last time she and Star had spoken, Pony Head hadn’t let Star get a word in edgewise. The unicorn grabbed her phone with her tongue and began texting furiously.
“A few other girls are planning to marry him, too,” Rosa said.
“Janna, Jackie, Princess Arms, Kelly, and maybe more,” Tom added.
Not interrupting her tongue-texting, Pony Head replied, “All thoth ‘irlth a ‘onna ‘arry Earth ‘urd? Ath ‘ray-’ray!”
Pony Head finished texting and spat her phone onto the daybed pillow before she said, “And what’s Kelly doing here? I thought she was stuck in Hairdonia or whatever.”
“Some kind of technology,” Tom said.
Before Tom could begin to say anything more on that subject, Rosa pointed at a rainbow-colored liquid dripping from Pony Head’s nostrils.
“Not to, um, gross you out,” she said, “but may I have a sample of that? It would help me study your illness.”
“Take all the snot you want,” Pony Head replied. “It’s not like I ever run out.”
Rosa put on a pair of vinyl gloves, then opened her bag and took out a plastic test tube. She put the tube under Pony Head’s left nostril, collected a sample of her colorful mucus, then put a cap on the tube and put it in a plastic zipper bag in her purse.
“Thank you,” Rosa said. “This should be helpful.”
Seeing that Pony Head was looking tired, Tom said, “We’d better get going. I’m supposed to go to Marco’s coronation tomorrow, and I need to get my suit from the cleaners. Turns out that without magic, it’s pretty hard to get the smell of brimstone out of worsted pig-goat wool.”
“And I should take this sample for analysis,” Rosa said, patting her bag. Looking at Pony Head, Rosa added, “If I learn anything that might help you and your family feel better, I’ll let you know.”
“All right, later,” Pony Head replied. She again tried and failed to snort importantly, then buried her muzzle in her magazine.
***
Over a late breakfast, Marco and his five brides-to-be were chatting amongst themselves. In accordance with their new tradition, Kelly was seated next to Marco.
“So,” Marco asked a bit delicately, “when did you find out that you were into, you know, the spanking thing?”
“Tad and I got back together for a few days,” Kelly replied. “It was short but intense.”
Marco was a little surprised that Kelly had gotten back together with Tad, however briefly. He’d thought for sure that Kelly was finally over him. Then again, without being able to see any of her friends in other dimensions, maybe her dating options had been limited.
“I’m glad to be off that emotional rollercoaster, though,” Kelly went on. “I get the feeling that being one of your brides will be exciting enough. And without all the frustration of Tad…being Tad.”
Then she sighed. “I hope he’s okay, though. The Possessed turned him into one of them, so he’s not in danger from them, but I hope there’s a way to make him…himself, again.”
Marco put a hand over hers. “If there’s a way, we’ll find it.”
Star looked at the two of them. The sight of Marco comforting Kelly was sweet, but it also reminded Star that she had her own issues to deal with. So as the others chatted with one another, Star took one last bite of her toast, got up, and headed for the elevator.
***
“So,” Tom said to Rosa as they lowered themselves to the ground in the pulley-elevator, “do you think the Pony Heads being sick has anything to do with what’s happening with Star and the other girls?”
“It certainly seems possible, given that Pony Head came down with her illness the last time she saw Star.”
Tom scratched his temple. “What would make a unicorn sick but make a Mewman or a human…develop, like that?”
Rosa patted her bag and replied, “I’m hoping testing this sample, alongside the others we’ve collected, will reveal that.”
***
“Hi, Mom,” Star said, walking in through the rough wooden door of her parents’ cottage. Moon Butterfly looked up from the kitchen table, where she was rolling out pie crusts.
“Star! How wonderful to see you!”
Star grabbed her mom in a hug, heedless of the flour on the woman’s hands. Moon returned the embrace awkwardly, but Star felt her mother’s chin rest on the crown of Star’s head—her subtle but distinct sign of affection.
“I can’t tuck you under my chin so easily anymore,” Moon said with a wan smile as Star let go. “It would seem that you’re growing up.”
“Maybe so,” Star replied, “but I still need my mom to help me with my nightmares.”
“You’re still having them?”
“Uh-huh. Every few nights.”
“I’m sorry, dear. I was hoping that your new life as a queen would free you from all of that. Why don’t you tell me about them?”
“I will. But first…We did the right thing destroying the magic, right?”
Moon put her hand over her daughter’s. “Yes, Star, I honestly believe we did.”
“It’s just…Every time I look in the mirror and see my face without my cheek-hearts, it reminds me of what I did.” She pointed to her mother’s face, now devoid of the diamond marks it once bore, and asked, “Do you…feel that, too?”
“Sometimes,” Moon replied. “But every time I do, I remind myself of all the monsters who are alive today because of us.”
She looked out the window and caught one of the six eyes of her neighbor, Frida, who was hoeing the carrot patch in front of her cottage. Frida waved a tentacle at Moon before returning to work.
“I guess that’s what I should be doing,” Star said. “I mean, I just saw Buff Frog the other day, and I’m so glad that he and the Buff-babies are still around. But what about my dreams? Do you think they mean something?”
“Well, they can’t be magical visions. So whatever they mean, it’s likely they are something your own mind is trying to tell you.”
A timer rang, and Moon pulled on her oven mitts as she said, “Ah, my next batch is ready! Would you care to stay for a fresh slice of pie?”
“Always,” Star replied.
***
That night, when the girls got ready for bed, Star was very pleasantly surprised to see that all Jackie had chosen to wear was a pair of cute, lacy white panties.
“Oooooh,” Star said to the bare-breasted girl. “Are you sleeping topless tonight?”
“Uh-huh,” Jackie replied with a smile. “Tonight, and every night from now on. And all of you can touch my breasts or suck them any time you want, even if I’m sound asleep. Because these breasts are a gift, and I want to share them with the people I love.”
Star threw her arms around Jackie’s midsection and snuggled her face against the girl’s bare boobs, saying, “You’re our breast friend.” Everyone either chuckled or groaned.
***
An hour later, when everyone else in the bed seemed to be fast asleep, Arms was still wide awake. Troubling thoughts kept coming into her head, and she couldn’t make them stop.
As she stared at the ceiling, she found herself thinking about her parents. Where were they right now? What were they doing? How were they surviving, now that they had nothing?
Arms also felt a little guilty for having lied to Marco and the others, or at least having withheld a big chunk of the truth. She had told Marco that she didn’t expect her parents to show up angry at her for joining his Bride Brigade, but the truth was, Arms didn’t expect her parents to show up for any reason at all. After she had first been taken away to St. Olga’s, they sent her perhaps one letter a month, usually a single page of bits of royal news she didn’t care about. And the words always seemed tinged with disappointment.
And then, after the rebellion and the expulsion of Miss Heinous, Arms didn’t hear from her parents for weeks. Surely they had heard about the rebellion. Shouldn’t they have been worried? Or at least concerned enough to drop their daughter a line to make sure she hadn’t been a casualty of the uprising? They had only bothered to write to her after the Smoosh, to tell her what happened to the castle and let her know that there was no point in her coming home.
Why, Arms asked herself angrily, did she even care about any of it? Her parents had sent her to St. Olga’s—every princess’ nightmare. Why should she give a plague-rat’s ass about how they were doing?
It felt like there were no answers to these questions. Maybe that was why they kept spinning around in her head, tormenting her with their unsolvableness.
In the near-silence of the room, Arms heard a sigh. It was just Jackie turning her head in her sleep.
Even in the dimness, Arms could see Jackie’s naked torso, and especially her big breasts. Even though Jackie was lying on her back, her breasts didn’t fall to the side, or at least not to the extent that one would expect, given their size. Their buoyancy was a thing of beauty.
Arms couldn’t help herself—especially not after Jackie’s open invitation. She leaned her head down to Jackie’s big breast and began to gently swirl the tip of her tongue around the blonde girl’s large, pale-pink nipple.
“Mmm…” the sleeping Jackie hummed.
Arms continued teasing Jackie’s nipple with her tongue, soon eliciting the reaction she wanted: The pink center of it stiffened and elongated. Soon, Arms was able to swirl her tongue around it, which she did several times before moving on to the activity she had most wanted to perform.
She took Jackie’s nipple into her mouth and began to suck it gently. Jackie moaned, but she still seemed to be asleep. Arms put two of her hands around the base of Jackie’s breast, holding it gently as she continued softly sucking her nipple.
As she suckled at Jackie’s breast, she felt her anxieties and anger draining away, replaced by…calm. Contentment. Few things in Arms’ life had ever been so comforting.
“Ohhhhhh,” Jackie moaned, her eyes still closed. “Ohhhhhhhhh…”
Her eyes remained closed, but her hand came down and gently stroked Arms’ hair. Arms was about to close her eyes, too, when she noticed Janna roll over and begin to suck Jackie’s other breast, just as gently as Arms was. And as Jackie’s other hand came down to touch Janna’s hair, Janna’s hand found one of Arms’ and held it.
Arms sucked and sucked. And then, before she knew it, she was sound asleep, her head pillowed on Jackie’s breast.
***
Somewhere near the center of the Forest of Certain Death, Mina Loveberry and about three dozen other Mewmans were sitting around a trio of campfires. The firelight shone on their greasy cheeks as they ate the roasted haunches of various wild and stray animals they had caught.
“This so-called Smoosh,” Mina was saying, “gave us a brand-new world. Now we have a chance to get rid of all the monsters before they take root here and ruin this dimension like they ruined Mewni.”
“We should attack the coronation,” said Mugraw, a burly man with a thick brown beard and a horned helmet that featured many scratches and dings. “S’gonna be lots o’ monsters there—Globgor especially.”
“We don’t have anything that could kill Globgor,” Mina replied. “Without magic, we don’t even have anything that would piss him off.”
“Maybe Mewnian weapons won’t do the job,” said Kolo, a short, squat man with an eye patch and a metal plate that covered much of the left-hand side of his bald head. “But the humans have lots of…what do they call it?…’technomaly.’ Guns, bombs, rockets, things that could take out any monster.”
“And would you know how to obtain any of these guns, bombs, or rockets?” Manfred asked. He still wore his old servant’s uniform, complete with the now rather ratty yellow feather in his cap, but with a noticeable star-shaped void on the vest where he had removed the Mewnian royal symbol.
Kolo hung his head. “No.”
A voice from somewhere outside the circle of light provided by the campfire said, “Perhaps we can help.”
Mina and the others leaped to their feet and drew their weapons. In the dim light the fire was casting at that distance, the Mewmans could see the faces of three individuals, all with sheathed sword at their sides, a mass of hair that hung almost to the ground, and a strange, greenish glow in their eyes.
“Good evening,” the one in front said. “I believe you and we have some interests in common.”
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