Due to this chapter's suggestive nature, I've sorta bumped the story's rating up to a T, just to be safe. Gives me a little more freedom, but I don't want to overstep my boundaries. Also, sorry about taking so long. The writer's block and all. But due to Tournament of Fate, I'm back up on my feet and ready to write again. Considering these aren't usually as long as some of the other stories, it's a little easier to work on it, and have it done within an hour or so. I hope you enjoy.


The first thing that caught Star's attention within this game was the incredibly colorful and diverse cast. A dinosaur, a robot, an ice alien, a golem warrior, a man on fire?! Where would she sign up?!

Almost immediately, Star yanked the XBOX One controller right out from Marco's grip and sat down next to him. She demands excitably, "Alright, get me up to speed, because this lore must be ridiculous."

"Ooookay, so this is Killer Instinct..." Marco reluctantly began, as Star sifted through the roster.

"Liking the title already." Star commented, never needing to look away from the screen.

"This game is a pretty interesting and a well-supported fighting game in the community..."

"Uh-huh."

"...It's pretty much a revival of an old franchise started up by Nintendo and Rare from the 90s..."

"Oh really?"

"...and people have said that this is one of the games that kept the fighting game community alive through a lack of fighting games on the next generation."

"Already all for it, keep go..." Star's voice then briefly faded, as something caught her eye within the game, without even selecting a character yet.

"There are a lot of positives that people have pointed out in this game. The most notable is probably its combo system, which you have a lot of freedom within and mostly ranks up the most ridiculous amounts because of how fast it gets. Makes battles get crazy pretty quickly, but the best plan when playing this is to adapt."

At this point, Star had stopped scrolling around, having found a sight that enticed her.

"Star, I know you probably aren't too familiar to fighting games," Marco continued, "but considering you beat up monsters for a living, I figure you'd probably be able to work it out in games. If not, there's always a tutorial, and it's a very satisfying experience once you finish it and Star, did something go off in your brain?"

"Huh?" Star returned from her zoning out in time to hear the last few words out of her friend.

"Why'd you just... stop?" inquired, acknowledging Star's fading attention.

Star answered after a brief pause, with a hand on her chin in deep thought. "...Marco, do you think she's smuggling something in there?"

"Who's smuggling what in...aw, crap."

It was then that Marco noticed that Star had been staring towards the game's character of Orchid and her, ahem, reasonably large bust.

"Yep. Figured something like that would distract you." Marco realized the inevitability of Star's deviant mind coming into play.

The otherworldly princess began to express her admiration. "I never thought I'd run into such a pair of mammaries in this game. Is a size like hers considered above average here on Earth?"

"Star, you're looking at a video game character right now; it's not like she's really there."

"She doesn't have to be for somebody to admire what she's got."

"Star, please..."

"With those big balloons of warfare..."

"Cut it out..."

"Kept under hold in that battle armor."

"It's not really that much armor..."

"...and that satisfying shade of green..."

"Star, please don't go any further-"

"Too late." Star then decided for a bit of alone time to herself, as she began to shove Marco off of the couch. "Make way, Marco; I need some me-time."

"Oh for the love of—alright, fine." Marco promptly gave up, as he got off the futon and went straight for his room, but not without a bit left to say.

"But if I see any stains on the couch when I come back down, I'm not cleaning it up again!"