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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: 15420 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 9: What the Hek
It was morning, and Marco was still getting used to awakening amidst a press of female bodies. He kind of hoped he never would get entirely used to it, but even as he had that thought, he wasn’t sure in which way he meant it.
Marco couldn’t tell by sound alone whether any of his fiancées were awake. So he opened his eyes slowly, planning to take a look around and see if he might have a chance of slipping out of bed and down the hall to the breakfast nook to quietly sip a mocha latte as he gazed out at the view.
But as Marco opened his eyes, the only view was that of Kelly’s face, which was perhaps a foot above his.
“Morning, Marco!” the green-haired girl said. “Happy Coronation Day! Wanna fuck to celebrate?”
Before Marco could begin to formulate a response, he felt a slender hand close around his cock, which was already hardening in an autonomic response to Kelly’s words.
“Wake up, Polo,” he heard Arms say. “Time to make babies.”
In the few more seconds it took Marco to open his eyes completely, his member grew from half-hard to fully erect. His eyes were then treated to the sight of Arms bending down to take Marco’s cockhead into her mouth, followed by Kelly scootching down next to Arms to take his heavy balls in her hands and start tonguing them lovingly.
“Mmmm, these balls,” Kelly moaned between long, slow licks. “So big…so full…” Then she looked up at Marco. “Empty ‘em into me, Marco. Make me take this whole big, beautiful load.”
“And I want the load after that,” Arms added before resuming her cocksucking.
Marco couldn’t resist an invitation like that. Nor could Polo, who was hard as steel by the time Arms released him from her mouth.
“You know how I want it,” Kelly half-snarled. Then she got up on all fours in front of him.
Marco could scarcely believe it. He’d been awake for, what, two minutes? Yet, with just a little attention from a couple of his brides-to-be, he and his cock were already raring to go.
He gave Kelly a hard smack on one asscheek, then the other, making the green-haired girl moan.
“Wow,” Arms said, watching avidly. “Somebody likes it rough.”
By this time, the other girls had awakened and, apparently, were also feeling randy.
“Give it to her hard, Marco,” Janna said, reaching into her panties with both hands to rub her clit and finger her asshole.
Having left a red handprint on each of Kelly’s dusky moons, Marco took hold of her ass, making sure to dig his fingertips into the welts he’d just made. Kelly moaned, and then the pitch and volume of her moan rose sharply when Marco shoved his entire cocklength into her cunt and began fucking the cute Woolette like she’d stolen something.
“Fuck, yeah!” Arms cheered. “Pound that little green pussy!”
As attention-getting as this act was, Star found her gaze drawn to something she had noticed out of the corner of her still-sleepy eye—something that amazed her into full alertness. Jackie was only just awakening, and as the topless girl rolled over from her side onto her back, it was obvious to Star that Jackie’s breasts had grown even larger overnight, having reached the size of volleyballs.
“Wow, Jackie, you’re getting so big!” Star exclaimed.
Jackie didn’t seem surprised. She just sat up and grinned at Star.
“I know, right?” Jackie replied. “You’d think they’d bother me and get in my way or whatever, but somehow they don’t. I really like them.”
“Me too!” Star replied. “I hope I can get anywhere near that big.”
“Yeah,” Janna added, taking her eyes off of Marco and Kelly to stare unabashedly at Jackie’s chest. “I want a pair of casabas like those.” Then, grinning, she added, “In fact, I think I want ‘em right now.”
“Oh,” Jackie said with mock innocence, lifting her breasts up. In her hands, they looked irresistibly full and heavy. “Did you want these?”
“Yeah!” Janna cried.
She practically lunged face-first at Jackie and began vigorously sucking one of the blonde girl’s breasts.
“Ooooh, I want in on that,” Star said, and started sucking Jackie’s other nipple just as eagerly.
“Oh God,” Jackie moaned, falling down onto her back on the bed, an arm around each girl’s head so that they wouldn’t stop sucking for even a moment. “Oh yes…Suck them…Don’t stop sucking them…”
Arms straddled Kelly’s upper back and leaned forward to make out with Marco as he pounded Kelly’s pussy. Two of her hands joined Marco’s on Kelly’s ass, where her nails dug into the girl’s flesh and made her already loud moans of pleasure even louder. Arms’ other two hands reached below the girl’s torso to pinch and twist her small nipples.
The combined pleasure and pain were going to make Kelly cum any second; Marco could feel it. So he let loose and pounded her as hard as he could.
“Yes, yes, YES!” Kelly screamed, cumming so hard that it took both Arms and Marco to hold her still enough for Marco to thrust deep inside her and shoot a hot torrent of cum up into her fertile womb.
Jackie had her arms wrapped around Star and Janna’s heads as the two girls sucked and licked Jackie’s thick pink nipples. Both girls were up on their knees as they sucked, which enabled Janna to finger Star’s clit and Star to finger-fuck Janna’s already lubricated asshole. Jackie panted and whimpered with pleasure, and Star and Janna moaned around their mouthfuls of tit.
Marco was now lying on the bed between the panting Kelly and Arms, watching the action among the other three girls. There was something he found very exciting about watching two of his brides-to-be nurse so ardently at Jackie’s ever-growing breasts. As a result, it didn’t take more than a few moments of Arms moving her skilled hand up and down his cock before Marco was hard and ready again.
He sat up and turned sideways to Jackie, Star, and Janna; then he grabbed Arms by the waist and pulled her onto his lap. Getting the idea, Arms put her hands on his shoulders and helped him lift her up so that she could slowly sink down again, impaling herself on Marco’s stiff member.
Once he was in her to the hilt, they began to fuck, alternately looking at each other and at Jackie and her two lovers. Marco hadn’t tried fucking sitting down before, and he liked how Arms could use her extra limbs for additional leverage, enabling them to fuck at a good pace even though the position limited their range of motion.
Soon, Jackie gently pulled Star and Janna’s heads away from her big breasts, saying that the two girls deserved a turn to be pleasured, too. So it wasn’t long before Janna was straddling Jackie’s face, moaning and caressing the blonde girl’s big tits as Jackie ate her out. Kelly, having recovered from her fuck with Marco, now sat in a scissor position with Star, slowly grinding pussies with her.
“You know,” Marco murmured in Arms’ ear as they moved together, “I may say a lot of stuff about all of this being crazy, but…this is paradise.”
“Hell yeah it is,” Arms replied. “And I’m not just saying that because your cock is inside me. Although it’s mostly because of that,” she added with a lusty chuckle, giving one extra-hard thrust of her hips for emphasis.
Soon, they stopped talking and just fucked, gradually increasing their pace as the moans of the other four girls—now in a pussy-eating daisy chain—grew louder. Finally, Marco grunted loudly and lustily and Arms let out an “OH!” as Marco shot his load into her, and then Star, Janna, Jackie, and Kelly were squeezing one another’s faces between their thighs as they all climaxed together.
“Gee,” Jackie panted as she sat up, “I never would have thought…becoming a queen…would turn me into this…huge slut-bomb.”
“I know,” Star replied. “Isn’t it awesome?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s definitely awesome,” Kelly agreed.
“So awesome,” Janna added.
“Agreed!” Arms chimed in.
Star sat up to address all five of her bed-mates. “All right, people,” she said, “time to get cleaned up and dressed. We’ve got things to do, including getting ready for Marco’s big day!”
“Or we could just stay here and fuck all morning,” Kelly replied hopefully. Winking at Marco, she added, “I bet the King’s got five or six more loads in him.”
“Ooooh,” Star replied, “that’s not a bad- No! We have to keep getting ready for the coronation and the invasion. Which, among other things, means finding Marco’s next bride.”
“C’mon, isn’t it obvious?” Janna replied, unwrapping a piece of bubblegum. “It’s that horned lady from the fabric store. Marco totally wants to throw her the bone.”
“What?” Marco exclaimed. “What makes you think that?”
“Pfft,” the girl replied, then popped the stick of gum into her mouth. “When we saw her the other day, you couldn’t stop looking at that big ass. You obviously wanna doggystyle her. Besides, you’ve been sneaking off to Sue-Ann’s Fabrics every day since then.”
“You have?” Star said to Marco, her blonde eyebrows raised.
“She was looking pretty down when we saw her,” Marco explained. “I just wanted to see if she’s okay. Especially since I kinda thought she’d be, you know, not around anymore, now that the magic’s gone. But every time I go to the fabric store, she’s on a break, or it’s her day off, or something.” Then he looked accusingly at Janna. “And how do you know where I’ve been going?”
“Me and Eddie hang sometimes,” the girl replied, then blew a bubble.
“Well, Hekapoo seems like a solid choice to me,” Arms said. “Even if she doesn’t have magic anymore, she’s got a lot of experience fighting bad guys.”
Kelly added, “She had a pretty big rep, even in Woolandia.”
“And she is kinda hot,” Jackie added. “We should just go over to the fabric store and tell her what we’re doing. If she’s some kind of hero, she’ll probably be up for it.”
“I don’t know if I’d say ‘hero,’” Star said, thinking back on Hekapoo’s various questionable and sometimes downright despicable actions as a member of the Magical High Commission. “But I guess she did the right thing when it really counted, so let’s go get her.”
***
The kids’ trip to the mall met with a slight delay when Buff Frog arrived to give Kelly her new weapon: a two-handed sword almost identical to her old one, which had broken during a fight with the Possessed back in Woolandia. Kelly was quite jazzed to have a new sword, and to be shown the training room where she could practice with it and the vault where she could keep it.
About twenty minutes after that, a string of bells jingled as Star, Jackie, Janna, Arms, and Kelly entered the glass front door of Sue Ann’s fabrics.
“Hello, girls,” a matronly woman said from behind the counter. Her plastic name tag read Margie. “What can I help you with today?”
“I’m looking for a friend of mine,” Star replied. “About my height, red hair, gold horns, goes by Hekapoo.”
“Is that her full name?” Margie replied. “She’s only ever called herself ‘Heck’ since she started here. Anyway, she should be in the back aisles somewhere, restocking the floral prints.”
In the back, near the door to the stockroom, Hekapoo overheard Margie directing people her way. She looked up at a convex mirror in the corner of the ceiling and saw Star and her friends fan out and start moving up the different aisles like an armed search party.
Hekapoo fled into the stockroom and then out the back door to the employee parking lot. But before she could even decide where to flee to next, she found that Marco was standing right there, waiting for her.
“Oh,” she said as nonchalantly as she could manage. “Hey.”
“Hey, there, Hekapoo,” Marco replied cautiously. “Are you…avoiding us?”
“No,” she answered quickly. “I, I’ve just been busy. Those new samples aren’t going to display themselves.”
“But I haven’t even been able to find you on your breaks,” Marco said. “And as an Echo Creek retail employee, you have a mandated 15-minute mid-morning break every day.” When Hekapoo raised an eyebrow, Marco replied, “What? If I’m going to be king, I need to know the law, so I’ve been reading up.
“In any case,” Marco went on, “I’m not buying the ‘I’ve been busy’ excuse. What’s really going on?”
Hekapoo took a deep breath and let it out.
“When the magic died,” she said, “I was going to disappear right along with it. Just…fade away, like Rhombulus and Omnitraxus Prime. I convinced myself that I was totally cool with it—that I was going to go out on a high note, with dignity, and all that.”
Hekapoo lowered her eyes. “And then, at the last minute, I chickened out.”
Marco blinked.
“Chickened out how?” he asked. “How did you just…opt out, of dying with the magic? I thought you were made of magic.”
“I was. But…not completely. A long, long time ago, I was just, you know, a regular person. Not a Mewman, or a human, but something like that.
“When I was young, I started studying magic. And it turned out that I was so good at it that after a while, I was able to make it part of me. A big part. And because of that, I lived for thousands of years in my dimension’s time, making dimensional scissors, sitting on the Magical High Commission…” She looked wanly at Marco. “Having adventures with my friends…
“When the end came, and all the magic was about to go out of the multiverse forever, I…I panicked. Instead of going with the flow like I’d planned, I purged myself of all my magic, so that when it went, it wouldn’t take me with it. And it worked.”
“Yeah, but…” Marco said, “isn’t that a good thing? That you lived?”
“I may have survived,” Hekapoo replied, “but what I’m doing now barely feels like living.”
She took another deep breath before she went on, “I’m like…a skeleton. I’m just the pieces that are left when you cut away everything that made me me.”
Hekapoo shook her head, then looked at the ground, and Marco could tell she was fighting back tears as she said, “Why couldn’t I just let the magic take me? Why couldn’t I just die like I was supposed to?”
“Hey,” Marco said gently, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t think like that. Magic wasn’t what made you who you are. Or at least, it wasn’t what made you the person I liked hanging out with.”
She looked up at him, blinking. Her eyes were blurry with pent-up tears, but she could still see that there were more people than just Marco here now: The five girls were standing all around them, silent, listening. But Hekapoo barely paid them any mind, because right now, Marco was the only one who seemed real to her.
“You liked hanging out with me?” she asked.
“Of course I did. You’re cool, and you’re kind of a smartass, which I like—except when you’re burning me a bald spot, anyway. And most importantly, you’re a good person. I mean, you had a thing against monsters for, like, thousands of years, but you stopped the rest of the High Commission from letting them all get slaughtered, because you knew that was the right thing to do.
“I’m pretty sure none of that had anything to do with magic,” Marco concluded. “It was all just…who you are.”
For a moment, Hekapoo just looked at Marco, blinking. Then she lunged forward and kissed him. Marco’s eyes went wide with surprise for a moment; then he put his arms around Hekapoo and returned her kiss until she broke it off and looked at him.
“I’ve heard about what you’re doing, Marco,” Hekapoo said soberly. “That you’re trying to find nine wives to help you save the world.”
“Yeah, I guess I am,” Marco replied.
“Then I want in. I mean, if you’ll have me.”
“Of course he’ll-!” Star started to exclaim before slapping both hands over her own mouth, not wanting to ruin the mood.
Marco looked in Hekapoo’s eyes and answered, “Yes. Yes, I will.”
“Then take me to that condo-castle of yours,” she said, “and have me.”
“I really, really want to,” Marco replied. “But first…wanna go to a coronation?”
***
Minutes later, the limo was headed toward Hekapoo’s apartment. The former High Commissioner wanted to pick up some coronation-appropriate clothes.
Hekapoo, who was sitting next to Marco, looked around at the other girls and said, “This is quite the harem you’re assembling, here.”
“Harem?” Marco said, blanching. “That sounds…I mean…”
“Dude,” Jackie interjected cheerfully, “it’s what we are. Just own it!”
“I feel like I own too much stuff as it is,” Marco replied.
“I’m with Jackie,” Star said. “I think it sounds cool.”
“Yeah,” Arms agreed. “Then I get to call myself a harem girl, which is definitely cool.”
“And sexy,” Janna said.
“Really sexy,” Kelly added.
“I feel like putting on a spangly bikini and a bunch of veils,” Jackie said. “And then doing a sexy dance for Marco where I take ‘em off.”
Hekapoo looked around at the other girls and smiled. “I think this is going to be a fun group to hang with.”
***
After stopping by Hekapoo’s apartment, Eddie brought everyone straight to the Monster Temple. Wigburn had already ordered the servants to bring appropriately dressy outfits for Marco and his first five brides-to-be.
Now Marco, wearing a white dress shirt, black slacks, and a purple royal robe that looked kind of like a velvet version of his bathrobe, emerged from the changing room into the back of the temple and gasped at the size of the crowd ahead of him. Almost a thousand chairs had been set up in the temple, and every one of them was filled. And many more people than that would be watching him, judging by the dozen or so cameras along the side walls from various news outlets.
He gazed at the long red carpet that led down the center of the temple floor, all the way from the back to the front, and he suppressed a shudder at the prospect of walking its great length by himself. Yesterday’s rehearsal, when the temple had been cavernously empty, had not quite prepared him for this.
All right, Diaz, he thought to himself. Head up, chest out, eyes forward, one foot in front of the other.
Marco went down the aisle, trying not to look as stiff as his body felt, trying to avoid rushing while also trying not to look like he was marching in a funeral procession. He knew he had plenty of family and friends in the crowd, his parents and baby sister included. Globgor loomed in a giant seat in the back. But Marco didn’t dare look at anything except the dais at the far end of the carpet, where Eclipsa and Brigid—here as the Oracle’s representative—stood waiting for him.
But when Marco reached the front row, where his six queens-to-be were seated, he couldn’t help but turn his head and look at them. And when Star, sitting next to the aisle, looked up at him and smiled, all the stiffness went out of Marco’s body.
Marco also spotted Tom in the VIP section near the front, then noticed that he’d brought Dr. Mendez as his plus-one. Was Tom actually dating a teacher? Marco supposed that wasn’t outside the realm of possibility, given that Tom was older than he looked. But he could think about all of that later; now was the time to take care of business.
A group of uniformed pages played a short, triumphant tune on long bugles as Marco approached the dais. Marco stepped up onto it, and he and Eclipsa turned to face each other, such that they were both sideways to the crowd with Brigid behind and between them. Everyone went quiet.
“Marco Ubaldo Diaz,” Brigid began—Marco tried not to wince at having his embarrassing middle name spoken in front of the crowd via Eclipsa’s lapel mic—“it is the pronouncement of the Oracle that you are the one true king of this dimension.”
“Mewth forever!” someone in the crowd shouted.
“Earni rules!” another cried.
“Susan whips all your asses,” Janna grumbled.
Brigid and Eclipsa each held up a hand, and Eclipsa looked sternly at the crowd. When the outbursts ceased, she turned back to Marco and said, “As the former Queen of Mewni, I acknowledge you as this dimension’s rightful ruler. Therefore, in the name of the Mewnian people, I officially pass my crown to you.”
From a red velvet pillow on a stand behind her, Eclipsa picked up the crown, then handed it to Brigid, who in turn handed it to Marco. The crown looked kind of girly, being more like a tiara than like, say, River Butterfly’s crown. But Marco supposed that when you were a boy receiving a crown that had belonged to a centuries-old matrilineal line of queens, that was just the way the cookie crumbled. Besides, he’d worn much girlier things.
Over his own lapel mic, Marco gave his rehearsed reply: “I accept this crown with pride, in the name of our new dimension, which I swear to defend to my last breath.”
Although hopefully it won’t come to that, Marco thought as he put the crown on. But he had meant it nonetheless.
***
There was a reception afterwards, and lots of people approached Marco to congratulate him, including Globgor, Tom, Rosa, Alfonso, Ferguson, and various other school friends and their parents, plus Mayor Miggs and a gaggle of other officials. Marco felt fortunate that he had six fiancées to draw off at least some of the attention.
Marco and Star were getting some pigs in a blanket from a passing waiter when Brigid approached them. Willoughby trotted along beside her.
“Congratulations, Your Highness,” Brigid said to Marco.
“Um, thanks,” Marco replied.
“The Oracle says congratulations, too,” Willoughby added. “But, you know, she doesn’t get out much.”
“I’m actually kind of surprised to see you here,” Star said to the dog. “In fact, now that I think about it, I’m kinda surprised you’re in this dimension at all. How come you didn’t get kicked back to where you came from before the Smoosh?”
“I might have come from that dimension,” Willoughby replied, “but Earth—or Earni or Mewth or whatever it is now—is my home.”
Brigid gave Marco a small smile and said, “I hope you’re making good progress getting all of your brides-to-be with child, Your Highness. The Oracle—or rather the Spirit, speaking through her—asked me to remind you that they all need to be pregnant before the army of the Possessed arrives if they are going to resist Possession themselves.”
Marco’s face went red as he answered, “Yeah, well, we’re, uh…making good progress, on that.”
Brigid’s smile broadened. “Good. Then I suppose this dimension is in good hands.”
“About that, actually,” Marco said. “For now, I want Eclipsa and Mayor Miggs and all the other leaders of everything to keep doing what they’re doing. I’ve got a lot on my plate as it is, plus I’m, you know, fifteen. I’m not ready to actually rule the world just yet.”
“Lydia told me you would say that. She also told me that the fact that you have the wisdom to know it is a good sign.”
***
When the reception was over, Eddie took the rolling suitcase that Hekapoo had brought with her and put it in the trunk for the limo ride back to the palace.
“Huh,” Jackie said. “None of us actually brought luggage when we moved in; the staff at the palace pretty much gave us everything we needed. Although I did ask my folks to bring me my skateboard and some other stuff later on.”
“I just wanted to bring a few special things from home,” Hekapoo replied, then gave Marco a wink.
***
It wasn’t long before they were all in the great hall of the palace. Star put a hand on Jackie and Janna’s shoulders and looked side to side at Arms and Kelly before turning to the newly crowned king.
“Marco,” Star said, “why don’t you initiate Hekapoo into our club while the rest of us girls…freshen up?”
“Sounds fine to me,” Marco said, and escorted Hekapoo down the hall toward the bedroom.
“‘Freshen up?’” Janna said. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”
“I guess ‘Have a big ol’ lesbian orgy’ is too on the nose,” Arms replied.
Once the king and his new bride-to-be reached the bedroom, Hekapoo asked Marco to give her a minute. Then she disappeared into the bathroom with her roller bag.
Feeling a bit nervous, Marco decided to try to make all of this as simple as possible. He went into one of the walk-in closets and stripped to his underwear before pulling on his purple bathrobe. He still thought the robe looked kind of ridiculous, but he figured Hekapoo was used to seeing people in royal robes and gaudy colors.
He stepped back into the room and found that Hekapoo hadn’t yet done the same. Marco wondered what she was changing into. Weird extradimensional lingerie? Bondage gear? A suit of armor? With Hekapoo, anything seemed possible.
But when Hekapoo finally emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing about the last thing Marco would have expected: a simple pink T-shirt and black yoga pants.
“Huh,” Marco said. “I guess you, uh, you’ve really gone native.”
To his surprise, Hekapoo actually blushed a little. Marco wouldn’t have thought anything could make that woman blush.
“It’s just that Earth clothes are so comfortable,” she replied. She took a step closer as she added, “And yet, they’re kind of sexy, too.”
Now Marco noticed that Hekapoo hadn’t put on a bra under her T-shirt. Her breasts were clearly outlined by the pink fabric, a hint of nipple showing on each. They were bigger than Marco remembered; maybe that dress she’d always used to wear had made them look smaller.
But even more eye-catching were the yoga pants—or rather, the way the yoga pants showed off Hekapoo’s magnificently curvaceous hips. And when she saw him looking at them, she turned around and gave him a good look at her gloriously broad, shapely ass.
Hekapoo looked back at Marco over her shoulder, pleased by how much he seemed to be enjoying the sight of her backside. She might have lost all her powers, she thought, but at least there was still one kind of spell she could cast.
Marco continued to stare at Hekapoo, taking all of her in. Everything about her suggested mature womanliness, from the breadth of her hips to the knowing smile on her face. Which made Marco nervous, because up to this point, all of Marco’s lovers had been teenage virgins. Getting it on with a woman who was either hundreds or tens of thousands of years old, depending on your perspective, was a whole new thing.
“So, uh,” Marco said, “how, um, how do you wanna do this?”
Hekapoo turned around to face him. “Marco, you’ve deflowered five girls in, what, a week? I’m pretty sure you know how sex works.”
“No, it’s not that. I mean, I understand the basics,” Marco replied. “I just don’t want to, you know…disappoint you.”
“Marco,” Hekapoo replied, looking at him side-eye, “is this about my age?”
Marco looked away. “Yes. I mean, no offense, but you’ve probably been with hundreds of guys, maybe even thousands. I mean, how could you not, when you’re…the way you are, all sexy and sassy? You could have any guy you want, any time you want.” He looked back at her as he finished. “And even if I’m better in bed than like ninety percent of those guys, that still puts me, you know, pretty far down the list.”
Hekapoo sighed. “Well, you’re right, Marco. In my lifetime, I’ve had thousands of lovers. Men, women, nonbinaries, couples, groups, you name it. And some of them were great in the sack.”
“Yeah,” Marco said morosely, “that’s what I tho-”
“But,” Hekapoo continued, “I can count on one hand how many of them made me feel the way you do.”
Marco looked up at her and blinked. “Um, really? Feel, feel how?”
She chuckled faintly. “Marco, you lovable doof, I’ve had the hots for you since the day I met you. Even during the times when you didn’t have abs.”
“I still had abs; they were just less visible. Which is not the point. The point is, you and I spent a lot of time together, so how come you never told me?”
“I knew Star had a thing for you, and vice versa,” Hekapoo interrupted. “Even before you two figured that out for yourselves. And I didn’t want to mess that up for you guys. But now that Star and I—and a bunch of other girls who dig you too, apparently—can all have you, I might as well admit it.”
“Wow.”
She moved up close to Marco—so close that her breasts were touching his chest—and murmured sultrily, “And do you want to know what’s going to make you different from every other person I’ve ever been with? I mean every single one of them?”
Blankly, Marco replied, “Yeah. Yeah, I wanna know that.”
She put her lips to Marco’s ear and murmured, “I never let any of them get me pregnant.”
Marco might have had a lot of conflicting feelings about this situation, but Polo’s seemed to be quite clear, as he was now poking Hekapoo in the thigh.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” Hekapoo said teasingly as she again turned around and looked back over her shoulder at him. “Does the thought of filling up my little virgin womb with all your fertile baby-making seed get you going?”
“Oh yeah it does,” Marco breathed, moving up to embrace her from behind.
“Good,” Hekapoo replied.
She seized Marco’s forearms and pulled his front hard against her back. Then she ground her ass forcefully against the considerable tentpole in Marco’s underpants as she breathed, “Because thinking about that gets me so fucking hot I can barely think straight.”
She leaned her head back, and they kissed passionately, madly. And they never stopped kissing any longer than it took for Marco to get Hekapoo’s T-shirt off so he could fondle her heavy breasts, or for Hekapoo to spin around so she could untie the sash of Marco’s robe. They only stopped after Marco broke off the kiss to pull Hekapoo’s yoga pants and panties down to her ankles, after which she kicked them off and then yanked down Marco’s boxer-briefs. Lastly, she turned around and braced her hands on the foot of the bed, showing Marco her broad, curvaceous, pale-skinned ass.
“Take me from behind,” Hekapoo breathed. “You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined your big, strong hands holding my hips…”
“They’re not so big and strong in this dimension.”
“Marco, I’ve always been into you, hot body or not. Besides, what I care more about than your hands is your hips, and how they’ll feel when you press them hard against my ass.”
“Wow,” Marco replied. “You really know how to send a message.”
“Question is, did you receive it?”
Marco took hold of Hekapoo from behind, then pressed his hips against her wide ass, letting her feel the full length of his erection against it.
“What do you think?” Marco replied.
She turned her head and kissed Marco hard.
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure you received it,” she said. “Now I’m looking to receive something of yours.”
“Oh, I’m gonna send it your way. Like, same-day delivery.”
They continued kissing, Hekapoo grinding her wide ass ceaselessly against Marco’s crotch. The harder his cock grew, the harder Hekapoo pushed her ass against it, as though she were trying to get him inside her by sheer force of will instead of by using her hands. Marco couldn’t help but reciprocate, grinding his erection against that plush naked backside.
“God,” Marco panted in her ear, “I’ve gotta admit, I’ve always secretly wanted to put my hands on this nice, big ass of yours.”
Marco suddenly wasn’t sure if he should have used the word “big,” but Hekapoo didn’t seem to mind at all.
“My big ass is all yours now, Marco,” Hekapoo panted in his ear. “You can put your hands all over it if you want.” As Marco again ground his crotch against her ass, she breathed, “God, and not just your hands.”
Marco couldn’t wait a second longer. He let go of Hekapoo, grabbed the base of his cock, and positioned it between the folds of Hekapoo’s pussy. Her red-haired sex looked mature and womanly, and Marco felt himself getting even harder at the sight of it, especially the way it spread open under the pressure of his cockhead.
“Shove it in, Marco,” Hekapoo breathed. “You don’t have to worry about hurting me with that big cock of yours. I can take it as hard and deep as you want to give it to me. So fuck me.”
“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you big time,” Marco breathed.
With a loud grunt, he shoved in hard and deep. Hekapoo loosed a scream of pleasure, and Marco, encouraged, started plowing her pussy good and hard.
“Oh fuck!” Hekapoo cried. “Oh yes! Oh fuck!”
Impulsively, Marco reached forward and grabbed Hekapoo’s golden horns, using the leverage to fuck Hekapoo even more forcefully. Hekapoo cried out with pleasure again.
“Fuck! Fuck yes! Ride me! RIDE MY ASS!”
They fucked hard and madly. The bed shook from the force of Marco’s thrusts and Hekapoo’s efforts to push her back against him.
Marco couldn’t help himself—even though they had been fucking for less than a minute, he came hugely inside Hekapoo, pulling back on her horns to ensure that he was hilted deep inside her when he fired his big load into her. She shrieked with ecstasy, and her pussy seized his cock powerfully and repeatedly as if trying to squeeze even more of his seed from it than he was already pumping into her.
When it was over, Hekapoo took a moment to catch her breath and let Marco pull out of her. Then she straightened up, letting Marco’s cum run copiously down her pale thighs.
“Wow, now that’s a load!” Hekapoo exclaimed as she turned around to face Marco. Her big, open-mouthed smile showed off her fangs, which Marco had always thought were kind of cute.
She took a half-step forward and kissed him, pressing her bare breasts against his bare chest. He put his arms around her and let her pull him a half-step back to the edge of the bed. Then she turned them both sideways and fell onto the bed, pulling Marco down with her.
“Marco,” she panted in his ear, “you just gave me the best and quickest orgasm I’ve had in at least a century. I forgot how much I like it when somebody grabs my horns.”
“Well, since you always used to have that flame burning between them, probably not that many guys have tried it.”
“True. Although, as you know, the flame wasn’t actually hot. Otherwise, I would have been setting fire to my bed all the time.”
“Well, you definitely set fire to this one,” Marco joked.
“Oh, that was fantastic. And if the amount of cum you pumped into me is any indication, it was pretty great for you, too,” Hekapoo said.
“Super great,” Marco replied.
“So it’d be a crime if we didn’t try for another one, don’t you think?”
“Yeah, definitely. Like, a Class A felony.”
Hekapoo reached a hand down and started playing with Marco’s half-erect cock, using the lubrication of his semen and her juices to slide her hand up and down it again and again. Marco inched closer and kissed her while using one hand to fondle her breast and the other to squeeze her ass. It didn’t take too much of this play for Marco’s cock to grow hard again, and for Hekapoo’s red-haired pussy to become soaking wet.
She put her arms around Marco, and Marco rolled them over so that he was on top of her. Hekapoo spread her legs wide.
“Come on in, lover,” she said, running a hand through Marco’s hair.
“How hospitable of you,” Marco said with a smile.
Hekapoo smiled back. “You’ll find that I’m very accommodating.”
Marco had just rammed into her the first time, but this time, he wanted to take it slow. So he pushed his cockhead in and then eased more of his length into her inch by inch.
“Oh, yes,” Hekapoo moaned. “Go deeper…oh, please, go deeper…”
Marco knew what would make her enjoy this even more, just as he knew that her plush body could easily support his weight without any help from him. So he stopped supporting himself on his elbows and reached up to take firm hold of her horns again, using the leverage to help push himself into her. Hekapoo moaned.
“Oh, yeah,” she panted, “use my fucking horns, push that big fucking cock into me, all the way to the balls, I want every single inch of it…”
Marco hilted in her and looked deeply into her orange eyes.
“There it is,” he breathed. “Every inch of me buried in your sweet pussy.”
She smiled at him with those adorable fangs. “Oh, yeah. And I love it. Now how about you fuck me with that big sweet love-pole?”
“I’ll get right on that.”
He started to pump her slowly. Hekapoo moved with him—not merely moving her hips like some of the other girls did, but subtly undulating her whole body beneath his. It was a complex movement, yet she did it as easily as if it were pure instinct. Marco realized that he’d been so preoccupied with all the ways that Hekapoo’s long sexual experience might put him at a disadvantage that he’d never considered how much pleasure she might be able to give him with the skills she had picked up along the way.
“Oh yeah,” he breathed in her pointed ear, “that’s nice.”
“Definitely nice,” Hekapoo murmured in reply.
The way Hekapoo moved her body, and especially her hips, was so stimulating to Marco that for several minutes, he felt no need to speed things up. He alternated between gazing at Hekapoo’s sweet, sexy face and closing his eyes to focus on the way her love-channel seemed to be actively massaging his cocklength, pleasuring every inch of it. He maintained his grip on her horns all the while because he could sense how much she loved it.
But eventually, Hekapoo said, “Marco, I need another cumload inside me. I want to go to sleep tonight knowing that there’s every chance your baby is growing inside me.”
To Marco’s mind, Hekapoo couldn’t have chosen any better words to get him to pump her faster and harder. They sped up more and more until the two of them were fucking like crazy, their bodies making slapping sounds as Marco’s hips repeatedly smacked Hekapoo’s thick thighs, making them jiggle with every thrust. Hekapoo began to moan nonstop, the pitch starting low but rising moment by moment.
“Ooooooooh,” she moaned against the auditory backdrop of Marco’s increasingly loud panting and grunting. “OoooooooaaaaaaaaahhhhaaaaaiiiiiIIIIIIIIIII!”
She flailed beneath him as she came, and her pussy clutched his length powerfully. Marco gave a yell and shot another load into her, deep into her, his body and mind focused on nothing but filling Hekapoo completely with his seed.
Suddenly, there was an orange flash between Hekapoo’s horns, so bright that it penetrated Marco’s closed eyelids. Marco shouted and snatched his hands away. But when he opened his eyes, there was nothing there.
“What…What happened?” Hekapoo gasped as she came down from her climax. Then she gave him a silly smile. “Did my pussy squeeze that monster cock of yours too hard, Big Boy?”
“N- No,” Marco stammered. “It’s just- I thought I saw- I…I’m not even sure.”
He climbed off of her and held her from the side. Now that he thought about it, he was sure it was nothing; it was probably just his brain reacting to having such a powerful orgasm.
“Well,” Hekapoo said, “if you’re not too freaked out…wanna rest up a minute and then go for another round?”
Marco smiled. “Definitely.”
***
Star awoke in the middle of the night. Her heart was beating a little fast, but she didn’t remember having a nightmare. Maybe it was just stress, or just not being used to the new person in her bed; Hekapoo was snoozing on Marco’s other side.
She felt her stomach rumble a bit. Perhaps she needed to replace all the calories she’d burned during her evening of girl-on-girl fun with Jackie, Janna, Arms, and Kelly.
Star slid down to the foot of the bed and got up. It looked like she wasn’t the only one out of bed, as there was a substantial gap between Jackie and Arms. Star took a quick headcount and realized that Janna and Kelly weren’t there.
Star yawned as she went out into the hall. A bowl of her favorite cereal seemed like just the thing. Maybe Janna and Kelly had gotten the late-night munchies, too, and Star would find them in the kitchen—hopefully not bogarting the Sugar Seeds.
As Star passed the stairs to the upper floor, she saw something move at the top—a piece of black fabric, whipping away out of sight. As though a person in a black cloak was trying to hide from her.
Star thought of shouting for the guards, but she knew she’d be embarrassed if she were wrong. For all she knew, the person in the cloak was one of the guards. If it had been a cloak or a person at all.
So she crept up the stairs. She wished she had her mace in hand, but the weapon was in the vault. Now that Star was headed that way, maybe she’d grab her mace before she continued looking around.
“Haaaaai-YAH!” a female voice shouted, and then Star found herself buffeted by half a dozen blacked-cloaked figures racing past her down the stairs. Kelly, clad in her new green-and-white nightgown, appeared at the top of the stairs and leaped down, flying right over Star’s head in pursuit of the cloaked intruders.
Star took off after Kelly and those she was pursuing. The figures fled down the main hall and through a steel stairwell door near the elevators, which slammed closed behind them. Kelly reached the door a moment later and found it stuck shut; she pounded on the steel surface in frustration.
Before Star could say a word to Kelly, Janna appeared in the hall, from the corridor leading to the kitchen.
“Hey,” she said, shoving a spoonful of Sugar Seeds into her mouth from what looked like a mixing bowl full of them. “What’s going on?”
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