Marcopoo Week 2018

Disclaimer: I do not own Star vs. the Forces of Evil


Day 3: Meeting the Parents

"You want to what?" Marco asked as he turned to face his girlfriend, Hekapoo.

"Meet your parents," she repeated. "We've been going out for a while now and I think it's time I meet them. Besides, you already know Glossaryck."

"Yeah, but not by choice."

"Either way," Hekapoo continued, "I think it's time for me to meet them or no more of this." She finished by guestering to her current nudity.

Like any normal hot-blooded heterosexual male, Marco loved seeing his lover in the buff; especially with the fact that she was a nudist in her own home.

"Alright, alright," he groaned in agreement with her request. "Just give me a couple of days." Marco sat up and got off the bed and began to dress himself. "I'll tell them and prepare a nice supper for Friday."

"That's my boy," Hekapoo replied with a smile. She then rolled onto her side, to watch her lover get dress and asked, "What can you tell me about them?"

"My parents?"

"No, your balls. Yes, your parents."

"Not much to tell," Marco replied with a shrug. "Mom is an Italian descendant and her parents were from New Jersey but moved to California a decade or so before she was born. I think she has some cousins in northern California and in Oregon. She also teaches at the local college. Dad is a Spanish descendant whose ancestors have lived in California since shortly before Mexico won its independence from Spain. According to the family stories, a couple of his ancestors helped found a couple of towns and were even part of the gold rush. In fact, we still have the earnings from that gold and even some of the gold. Because of that, Dad can be an artist; while still supporting us very comfortably. He has had a few of his works purchased and three of them are hanging in museums."

Hekapoo tapped the side of her chin in thought, "Interesting."

"I better head back before anyone notices I'm gone." Marco said as he reached for his scissors.

"Wait!" Hekapoo called out stopping him from leaving. "Before you go, give mommy some of your special sugar," She demanded lustfully. Using her telekinesis, she lifted herself into the air in a sitting position and hovered until her feet were dangling just in front of Marco's face. For having such a highly regarded position in the Magic High Commission and being know as one of the multiverses strongest, Hekapoo's deepest secret was that she loved to have her feet played with. Touched, kissed or licked where just a few of the forms of attention she enjoyed for her feet.

Marco looked up and, due to Hekapoo's generous chest size, he was only able to see the upper section of her cheeks and eyes, but that did little to hide her growing blush.

"Anything for you, Mommy," he replied as he grabbed a foot and brought it to his lips.

It would be a few hours later when he finally left.


Over the next couple of days, Marco told his parents that his girlfriend would be visiting them and that it may take them some time to get used to her.

"What do you mean, Marco?" Rafael asked.

"Well, you see, Dad," Marco began. "Hekapoo can be a little uptight. Especially, when it comes to her rules regarding the use of dimensional scissors."

"You said she works with Star's Mother, yes?" Angie inquired of her son.

"To a certain degree, she does," he answered. "Hekapoo oversees dimensional multiverse travel on the Magic High Commission and Queen Butterfly oversees the Magic High Commission."

Here and there they would ask him questions about her. Simple stuff like, what's her favorite color, ("She doesn't really have a favorite, but favors black, yellow, and red"), how old is she, ("Older than me, that's all I know"), what are her hobbies, ("Forging dimensional scissors, black smithing, flower arranging, and being a brew master"), and other such simple questions.

As his parents asked these questions, trying to know more about the woman who a had captured their son's heart, Marco went over the food he had prepared for the dinner. As this was supposed to be a casual family evening, he had gone for the simple easy foods. A mountain of fully-loaded nachos, three dozen spicy chicken wings, two pans breakfast pizza, and seven-layer dip for five. While the Diaz family could put away a fair amount of food themselves, Marco know from experience that Hekapoo was a food consuming machine.

'I hope she remembers, that this is supposed to be casual,' Marco thought as he finished getting ready. He had foregone his hoodie in favor of a nice gray t-shirt.

"Marco! I think she's here," his mother called from down stairs.

He left his room and heading downstairs just in time to see Hekapoo emerge from her portal and what she was wearing caused him to stop in his tracks.

Her feet had a pair of high heel sandals on them. Her extra thicc ass was covered by a pair of form fitting skinny jeans and on her jeans; she wore a custom belt buckle in silver that spelled out her name with rubies lining the letters. She also wore his old hoodie from when he was doing her challenge. Now, all of this was perfectly fine, but it was what she was wearing under the hoodie that caused Marco to stare wide-eyed.

Hekapoo wore a simple black t-shirt and on that shirt, in bright reflective silver lettering, were the word, 'Marco's Mommy.'

He was so shocked, that he was unable to stop the next thought that entered his mind from also exiting his mouth, "Fuck me." This caused everyone, to shift their attention away from Hekapoo and on to him.

Looking over at her boyfriend, Hekapoo smirked and replied, "Not until later, if you're a good boy."