Sabrina didn't know how she got into such an awkward situation, laying on a long table in Star's bedroom in nothing but an green two-piece bikini and fidgeting as if she were waiting in a dentist's office. The day had started off at school like usual, with someone opening a door right into her face and taking a spiral nosedive from there. By the end of fifth period, she was counting the number of bruises and cuts on her body just to distract herself from crying. It was a normal day for her, being life's bad joke, at least until Star Butterfly decided to poke at her. Literally at first, causing the poor brunette to yelp as she inadvertently poked at a bruise.

She had apologized quickly enough, noting that she had seen her throughout the day and seen just how she had taken a tumble down a set of stairs, yet got up like it was nothing. Apparently, the princess admired that sort of perseverance, yet chastised her on the fact that she wasn't taking care of herself properly. A lot of what Star was saying flew over Sabrina's head, a lot of it having to do with some of the places and creatures her and Marco had visited and fought along the time they had spent together. It wasn't until she started into what they did afterwards that she really caught Sabrina's attention, her body tensing up as Star started talking about how they would reward and care for each other after intense fights with things like meals and movies and light massages.

The way that Star's own cheeks brightened at how Marco would use the downtime to care for even her light scratches and wounds made the teenager's heart tighten. She acted so nonchalantly about their bond, it was almost unfair; Sabrina wanted to experience that kind of relationship with someone, even for a moment in her life, she wanted someone to care for her and tend to her like she were the only person that mattered…

"Oh! Why don't I have him take care of you tonight?" The princess' eyes brightened at the idea, slamming a fist into her open palm at the sheer brilliance.

Sabrina's brain literally froze up at the suggestion, unable to process her question properly, her mind taking every single possible pathway available and coming to a stop before she her imagination could run away with itself. "I-I couldn't do that! Aren't you two-"

"Oh, don't say no!" Star pleaded, taking Sabrina's hand in her own. "Besides, you haven't really lived until you've had Marco's magic fingers go to work." She wiggled her fingers in what was more comical than magical, yet Sabrina wouldn't have seen any of it.

She was lost in her private fantasy, imagination running wild with the kinds of things she would read in bed, with the covers drawn and her legs crossed. The thought of him touching her in such an intimate way, relieving her of the aches and pains that her body acquired throughout the day… she wasn't someone rich or magical or even close to being cool, she was merely the klutziest girl in school. Her breath became short, anxieties bubbling up until-

Sabrina clenched her eyes shut, shooting up from her seat and bringing her hands to her chest, fingers tight along her breast to hold what little embarrassment was left inside of her. "Star, I don't think I can do this!"

"Oh, don't say that…" Star leaned back on the plush king-sized bed, an arm outstretched towards the brunette to point out the obvious. "... after all, you're already here and ready."

Sabrina's whole body locked up and dilated, only just realizing that her hands weren't pressing against the cheap fabric of her usual cheerleader outfit but were instead cushioned against the soft plush of the puffy white robe wrapped around her lithe frame. What brought more alarm was the fact that she could feel it against her skin… a vast majority of her skin… she wasted no time in turning away from the princess and pulling her robe open, revealing the unbearable truth that the only thing she was wearing was a soft orange bikini, her mind only slightly lingering on the fact that it was far more comfortable than any of her other unmentionables and more-so on the fact that…

"When did you change me!?" Her voice came at just above speaking level, belaying the fact that she was pulling her arms around her in alarm.

Star merely shrugged, her wand just barely hanging from her other hand. "Well, I asked you before about this and you just kept staring at me with this far-off look and muttering something like 'Oh Marco, we're too young for this' or something like that." She mimicked her friend, taking on a starry-eyed expression that brought a flush to Sabrina's cheeks. "So I dragged you through the rest of the classes and back home. As for these cushy robes… just a little zappy-zap and there you go." The wand spun in her hands like one would a handgun, the Mewman bringing it to her lips and blowing at imaginary smoke coming from its head.

"Oh… is that all?" Sabrina chuckled nervously. "Well, maybe I should just g-"

"Star? Are you girls ready in there?" A male voice called from the other side of the bathroom door, giving the auburn Earthling reason to jump in place.

"Oh god… is that-?"

"Yeah, come on in, Marco." Star shouted, raising her arm towards the door as if presenting a prize and puffing her cheeks to see that her roommate was wearing nothing more than a tight black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. "Hey, you're not wearing the thing I gave you!"

"No Star, I'm not wearing the speedo." Marco deadpanned, placing a bottle of oil and a canister of something-or-another on the empty space of the table beside Sabrina.

"Well, poo." the princess huffed, half-in-jest. "You never let me have any fun."

"Nope, I'm just a big party pooper." The words betrayed the mirth in his voice, turning to face Sabrina and crossing his arms as he made eye contact with the brunette. "I take it you got dragged into this as well?"

She could only nod in response, eyes wide as she couldn't seem to find the words to give him. He gave her a warm smile and Sabrina found it harder to breathe, the little hitches reminding her that this wasn't a dream.

"Yeah, I figured… look, if you're not comfortable with this, you don't have to do it. It's not exactly something that y-"

"No!" The word came as a surprise to the both of them, bringing a hand to her mouth as she tried to calm down and regain control of herself. "I-I mean, I don't mind it… I want to do this."

Marco nodded, cracking his fingers and stretching himself out. "Alright, if you're okay with this… do you want to leave the robe on?"

Sabrina looked to her friend, blushing at the words that the blonde was mouthing at her. "I think… I'll take it off." Marco turned to look at her, eyes wide before regaining his composure.

"O~kay, just… take off your robe and lie face-down." He gave her the courtesy of not watching, manners dictating that he not look upon the fact that Star's magic bikini showed that Sabrina had quite the figure for her age, despite her lack in posterior. "I'm going to go slow, okay, so just tell me if I'm doing something you don't like."

Sabrina lay on her stomach, tension causing her to shiver in anticipation, looking to the princess whom seemed resigned to watching from her place on the bed. She let her legs swing back-and-forth as Star lay on her stomach, flashing her friend a wink and a smile and a sideways thumbs-up of reassurance. Taking a deep breath, Sabrina tried to clear her mind and relax.

"There's no reason to worry, Sabrina." The thought echoed in her mind, "Star asked Marco to do this for me and he said yes; he wants to do this for me… he cares for me, just like Star does." She exhaled, feeling a chill pass through her body as she tried to let go of her doubts and worries. "They're my friends, they both care for me… all I have to do is trust them and they'll take good care of me."

~To Be Continued~

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