Oi! Explicit Sexual Content Contained In This Chapter, M8!

"So we exploded again."

"Yyyup…"

"And you have super speed, now."

"Seems that way…"

"Can you do it on command?"

"Doubt it…"

The two stared at the ceiling as they laid motionless in Star's bed, comforter shrouding their naked forms. There was a familiar soreness in their muscles. Much like their explosion last night, the soreness was a mere fraction of the intensity they experienced their first time. Marco checked the clock. They had school in one hour. Even if the side effects weren't as bad, they were in no shape to leave the house.

As if on cue, Glossaryck kicked open the door. "Gooooood morning, children. Another successful day of the princess's treatment, I see."

The two sat up, Star hugging the covers to her chest as the blue guru approached—a steaming cup of cocoa in each hand. "You could've knocked." She mewled, a violent blush of embarrassment painting her cheeks.

"I did knock: one very loud knock that just so happened to open the door in the process."

The princess scowled at him. "Gimmie that!" She growled, snatching the cup from his grasp.

The cocoa worked its magic fast. 15 minutes later, the couple was packed, dressed, and on their way to school.

The two chatted as they walked down the usual hallway, only to pass right by Marco's usual waiting spot.

Star stopped. "Uh… Marco?"

"What?"

"You're not talking to Jackie today?"

"Oh." He said, looking back at his daily meet-up spot. "Oh right." Marco rubbed the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile on his lips. "Must've slipped my mind."

Star blinked. "But it never slips your mind."

"What can I say?" He said, leaning back on the usual set of lockers. "There's a first time for everything."

It wasn't long before Jackie arrived, hopping off her skateboard as Marco approached. The two got along even better than the last time they met, chatting and joking with all the comfort of two longtime friends. Star could feel her jealousy begin to bubble, the familiar hot tingling sensation running through her wings and seeping into her back.

Star closed her eyes, taking deep, cleansing breaths.

In through the nose.

Out from the mouth.

In through the nose.

Out from the mouth.

This was her body.

She was in control.

In through the nose.

Out from the mouth.

Jackie was a good person.

She wasn't trying to take her Marco away.

In through the nose…

Out from the mouth…

The hot tingling slowly subsided from the princess's body. With one final exhale, Star opened her eyes with a peaceful smile on her lips, completely void of any resentment. "Hey!" She said, slipping into conversational range. "Mind if I butt my way into this?"

Jackie laughed. "Not at all, man! Never a dull moment when you're a part of it."

Star smiled even harder. "Have I ever told you about the time I set fire to the ocean?"

After an otherwise uneventful day at school, the couple headed home. The two made quick work of the mess in Marco's room. Marco did his best to lighten her load, but Star's magic was the one doing the heavy-lifting—magical singe marks weren't coming out with dish soap and lemon juice.

"So, today's your day." Marco said, walking into Star's room. "You given any thought on what you want to do?"

Star walked in, not far behind him, and closed the door behind her. "I have, actually! Remember that time when I dressed you up like a princess to break into St. Olga's?"

"Yeeeeah…?" He said, turning to face her; a significant level of discomfort in his tone. "So… you want to have cross-dressed sex?"

"Pfft! No. Don't be silly." Star raised her wand. "I'm gonna turn you into a girl!"

Before Marco could get out a single word of protest, he was shot with a bright, pink beam of magic. The world around him disappeared behind a veil of pink smoke.

When the cloud cleared, he… she was completely naked. Marco felt the cool air kiss her skin. In a panic, her hand instinctively went to cover her junk, only to be met with no junk and an alien weight pulling on her chest. She looked down to see a solid pair of D-cup baps clinging to her body.

"Oh come on!" Came a stranger's voice. She panicked—not knowing how to properly cover up her new body—only to look over and see whose voice it was. Standing before her was a nude, towheaded boy with hearts on his cheeks. He stared at her chest with hands on hips. "Even my boyfriend gets a bigger rack than me?!"

"Star?" Marco's hands clamped over her own mouth, not mentally prepared to hear a woman's voice escape her throat. "A-Are you a boy?!"

"Good eye. What gave it away?" Star said with a lighthearted grin.

Marco turned to Star's mirror. Her jaw dropped as she took in her reflection. She was SO HOT! It was almost sickening how violently attractive she found her own body. A lithe form with a subtle hourglass figure. A tight, flat stomach with firm muscles underneath flawless, lightly toasted skin. She was no bodybuilder—her abs were barely visible, just noticeable enough to give her that sexy, fit-looking bod. Her gaze inevitably fell to her breasts. Though more a fan of the perky A to B cup club, Marco knew a quality rack when she saw one. She flinched a bit when she took them into her gentle grasp, getting a feel of her weight and firmness. No way a normal girl's tits were this sensitive! It must've been some side-effect of the magical transformation-"Gyah!" Marco shrieked as a second pair of hands grabbed her tits. She looked back into the mirror to see that Star had snuck up behind her, a devilish grin on his lips.

His grip was rough; kneading and squeezing her new breasts with reckless abandon. "How's it feel, sweetie?" He breathed, resting his chin on her shoulder. "Finally having boobs of your very own? I bet it feels grrreat!" He could feel her delicious reactions grow more intense by the second. "It certainly feels great on my end."

"St-Stop!" She moaned, completely immobilized by the alien sensations assaulting her senses. Marco breathed a mental sigh of relief as she felt the grip on her chest begin to loosen, just to be struck with a lightning bolt of blinding pleasure as his fingers slipped to her peaks. Star took her nipples between his fingers and pulled hard, pinching and rolling them in his tight grasp as Marco's back arched violently. Her brain told her to scream, but her body failed to take commands, leaving her mouth agape in a silent cry to the heavens as her orgasm coursed through her entire body. Marco fell to her knees before Star guided her gently onto her side where she laid broken; drowning in a foreign sea of ecstasy.

"Ooo, someone's a bit of a quick shot." Star teased with a laugh.

"I'm… g-going… to… h-haah… k-kill you…" She huffed through a haze of heavy breathing and full-body orgasmic contractions. She buried her face into the carpet as her body continued to twitch. "Uugh! How long d-do girls cum for!"

Star pressed his hands against his cheeks. "Oh my gosh, Marco, you're so cute!" Star paused, giving his chin a thoughtful stroke. "'Marco' doesn't really fit you anymore, does it? And I need a new name too!"

Eventually, Marco shakily picked herself up off the floor, wiping the drool from her lips. "Isn't 'Star' already pretty unisex?"

Marco could practically hear the gears turning in Star's head as he tried to break down the foreign word.

"Works for both boys and girls." She finally deadpanned, breaking the solid 10 seconds of silence.

"Sure, but your Star is a princess. I need the name befitting of a strapping handsome prince!" He said, flexing his barely existent biceps.

Marco sat back down onto the carpet, thoughtfully resting a cheek on her knuckle "Alright… so a name for a prince… Star's his princess name… maybe something with an astro theme…" Her mumblings-to-herself grew quieter and quieter until: "How about Comet?"

Star gasped. "I love it! …What is it?"

"It's a space rock."

"You're naming me after a rock?"

"Well, when comets pass by Earth, they look like stars that zoom across the sky, hence their other name: shooting stars. I dunno, I thought it was appropriate." The brunette said, losing confidence in her idea by the second.

The blond boy smiled. "I like it. Comet it is! Alright!" Comet clapped, rubbing his palms together. "My turn! Your name will beeee… Marcoinette!"

Marco glared at him, not even dignifying the name with a vocal refusal. "How about…" The girl stroked her chin—still not used to how soft her skin was. "Maria?"

"…That was my next pick…"

Maria giggled, way more feminine and cutesy than she was comfortable with. Maria looked over her new boyfriend, having finally achieved the clearness-of-mind to truly examine the nude boy before her. Star-erm… Comet's bangs kept the princess's outward, wispy shape; only really differing in length. While Star's forelocks tended to just barely kiss the tops of her eyes, Comet's stopped just above his eyebrows. The hair that covered the rest of his head was full and messy, the backside running down to mid-neck level; very much a 'month overdue for a haircut' kind of look. Maria had to admit: it looked good on him. Comet kept a lot of his feminine features. Despite a slightly squarer jaw, shoulders, and 6 new inches of hot meat between his legs, Comet was still a pretty-boy. Hell, give him longer hair and maybe some false lashes and Comet could comfortably pass for a flat-chested dick-girl. This made the idea of Comet fucking Maria feel a lot less gay than if Comet were a beefcake dripping with muscles and masculinity. Maria's body may have changed, but her sexual tastes and preferences were the same ones held by Marco Diaz.

Maria's eyes fell inevitably down to Comet's fully-erect manhood, either a morning wood-like situation or the transformation made his body over-sensitive too. Unlike Marco, Comet was circumcised. Maria cringed hard at the mere thought of Comet having to put underwear over that thing. Since guys got their hotdogs pealed at birth, they had time to adjust and desensitize to outside world touching their naked glands. With Comet's brand-new organ and increased sensitivity, he wasn't just getting thrown in at the deep end, he was walking the plank into shark-infested waters!

Maria was too lost in her own head to be subtle, staring wide-eyed at his dick. Comet quickly took notice. "Like what you see, gorgeous?" He said, waggling his eyebrows. He took his penis in his hand and tried to jerk it off a bit for emphasis. His sexy swagger completely derailed as he winced at the unmoving grip on his bone-dry phallus. "Hey! Where's my little skin hood?" He said, looking at Maria as if she would have the answer.

The brunette shrugged. "Maybe mewmans aren't born with foreskin?"

Comet frowned at his dick. "Well how am I supposed to use this thing?" As soon as those words left his mouth, Comet slapped himself on the forehead. Dummy! He'd watched plenty of Earth porn of guys without hoods. Not to mention that slipperiness was a factor even in girl masturbation. Comet spit into his hand—to Maria's slight revulsion—and coated his prick in slick fluid.

"Star, I don't think that's a good ide-!"

"Haah haah hah! H-Holy FUCK!" Comet released his pulsing cock to fondle his chest with both hands out of sheer habit. Despite no longer having tits to grope or deliciously sensitive nipples to tweak. Comet came explosively, thrusting into the air as his bouncing cock erupted with a ludicrous volume of salty spunk ropes.

Maria could confirm the salty descriptor, as—despite the considerable five-foot distance between the two—one rope found its way into her still-open mouth. In her panic, she reflexively swallowed before she could consciously spit it out. The girl nearly gagged. It didn't taste bad, but the thought of swallowing someone's semen was just instinctively repulsive to the little neat-freak.

Comet fell back, landing on his butt, chest heaving up and down as his cock made its final convulsions. "All Seeing Eye…" He breathed. "Cocks sure pack a wallop."

"So…" Maria eventually began. "I guess you're going to have your way with me, now?" She said shyly, disgusted by hint of primal excitement she felt about getting rawed for the very first time. She'd be lying if she said she'd never fantasized about being a woman. What guy hadn't? The female body was incredibly sexy; of course a horny boy's mind would wander the 'what ifs' of having their own tits and pussy.

"No…" He groaned, his dick starting to go soft. "I don't feel like sex any more… I mostly feel… embarrassed… ashamed…?"

Maria smiled. There was a bit of schadenfreude to be had in seeing the sex machine that was his girlfriend experience his first post-nut disgust.

"Even if I wanted to, there's no way I'm dicking down my special little lady without taking her to dinner, first." He said, pulling the comforter off his bed to wrap around his waist.

Maria blushed, panic bubbling in her chest. "Y-Y-You want to go on a date?! You want me to leave the house like this?! What if we get recognized?! There aren't a lot of other people in town with hearts on their cheeks!"

"True…" Comet stroked his chin. "We could head back over to the Lounge for dinner. I've still got our room reserved, in case we explode again. The restaurant I've got in mind's a real fancy place too. You'll have to wear a dress." He said, a mischievous excitement in his tone.

Maria looked hesitant, and not for the reason Comet was expecting. "I'm not sure I want to have my first dinner date surrounded by the Lounge's… you know, 'unique' clientele."

"Oh. You didn't think they put everyone in the same restaurant, did you? La Sappé is for people like us only. Other races and body types need different seating and different food, so they have their own restaurants. Everyone at La Sappé will look and act pretty much like humans."

"Are humanoids really that common in the multiverse?"

"I think so. Multiverse's a big place, after all. So you in?" He said with a hopeful grin.

"I suppose…" She said, nervously fidgeting with her fingers.

"Yesss! But before we go," The boy said, slowly approaching her—a wand in hand and a smirk on his lips. "Let's get you nice and dolled up, shall we?"

"Table for two, my good man!" Comet said, locked elbow-to-elbow with his beautiful date. Comet didn't put too much into his own outfit: a simple dark-navy suit coat—with slacks to match—draped over a white button-up dress shirt and topped off with a bright-blue bowtie. He looked very dapper, but his true work of art was standing next to him. Maria wore a deep crimson gown, held to her body by a slab of fabric draped over one shoulder. Comet took a few pages from the dress he wore to the blood moon ball, but hey, if it ain't broke. Her soft, dark hair was packed neatly into a ponytail. She wore white, thin silk gloves that ran all the way up her arms, while the skirt of the dress rode all the way down to her shins; showing off her pink-painted toenails through the opening of her red high-heels. All topped off with a beautifully bashful blush across his girlfriend's cheeks!

Maria stood with knees together, feeling a subtle draft running up her dress to kiss her bare thighs. "Can I at least have a pair of shorts under this?" She whined. "Maybe some girls like that easy-breezy feel between their legs, but certainly not this girl. Having nothing but underwear under this thing feels like public indecency."

Comet poofed on a pair of form-fitting, polyester short-shorts under the girl's dress.

The brunette went rigid, eyes going wide. "Wh-Why did you remove my panties?!" She hissed.

"I can only do one crotch coverer at a time. They can't overlap or else everything breaks." He lied. "Unless you'd like to risk my clothing spell failing and showing off your new body in the middle of dinner."

Maria rubbed her thighs together. The shorts hugged her so tight, and the seam that ran up the center ground perfectly into her sensitive areas; though, when it came to not feeling naked under her dress, tight was better than loose. "No." She groaned, her blush only deepening. "This is fine."

"Madame and monsieur? Your table is ready. Right this way."

The place was big. What seemed like hundreds of circular, red clothed tables were scattered across the checkered marble floor. Wait staff moved between tables and weaved past one another like a well-oiled machine.

Their menus were already waiting for them at their table. And it was clear why. They were huge, about the thickness of your average hard-cover novel.

"So… I couldn't help but notice that our maître d' said madame and monsieur…" Maria said, taking her seat.

"Yeah?"

"That's French…"

"Uh-huh."

"I… thought French was an Earth exclusive thing…"

"Oh. Really? There are plenty of dimensions where the French exist."

"…Interdimensional French…?"

"Sure. They're kinda like crabs."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah. For whatever reason, nature really seems to like making crab-shaped lifeforms. Almost every dimension that things can live in has at least one crab-like creature. It's weird."

A tall, well-dressed man approached their table. He had curly orange hair, freckle-speckled cheeks, and a pair of pointy elf-like ears. "Good evening. My name's Aylyff and I'll be serving you tonight." He was very chipper and surprisingly casual for the environment; much more 'hi, welcome to Chilly's' than exquisite, fine French dining. "Can I start you two off with some drinks?" He said, clicking a pen.

Comet motioned to his date. "Ladies first."

"Of course. What would you like, mademoiselle?" Aylyff said, absolutely butchering the non-native language.

"Uh, okay. I haven't had too much time to look over the menu." She said in a mild panic, fanning through the dictionary of a menu until landing on the drinks. "Uhhh… Can I ha-yah-ve… I-I'll just h-have a water. Thank y-you." Maria said, giving a few fake coughs to disguise what really just happened: something had slipped into her vagina! It didn't take long to figure out what it was an who was responsible. She stared daggers into Comet as he casually ordered his own drink, one hand suspiciously hidden below the table; a hand that surely held his wand. Comet had magically conjured a cordless plastic egg-vibrator under her shorts and slipped it deep inside her pussy, already on and churning her insides.

"Very good. I'll be back in a bit to get your orders."

As soon as the waiter was out of earshot: "What are you doing?!" The brunette hissed.

"Looking over the menu." Comet said nonchalantly, barely looking up from the entrées.

The vibrator quickly doubled in intensity. Maria bit her lip; she wasn't too familiar with vaginal pleasure—it feeling much different than the boob variety—but she knew at a gut level that she wasn't going to hold out very long at the rate it's going. "Can we stop with the public humiliation motif, please? I'm sorry for making you have sex with mom in the room, alright?"

Comet broke his casual façade with a sly smile. "It's not humiliation if you can keep your voice down, Maria." He said with a wink, pressing a finger to his lips.

"Since when could you create toys out of thin air, anyway?!" She hissed.

"I told you. I picked up quite a few tricks from my time at Paula's library."

With so much at stake, Maria miraculously managed to cum quietly, almost silently. But all that vocal energy had to go somewhere, and it came in the form of muscle contractions. Anyone who vaguely knew what the female orgasm looked like would be able to tell she was cumming in the middle of the restaurant. Maria was comfortably certain that no one was looking at her, but it's not like she had any say in the matter. Forehead glued to the table, the girl rode out pulse after pulse of ecstasy, white-knuckle gripping the sides of her chair in an attempt to keep her planted in her seat. With one final tense, the girl finally went limp; resting her head on the soft crimson linen as she caught her breath. When she finally picked her head back up, there was a fire in her eyes even Comet found intimidating. "Okay, Comet." She said, rolling her white silk gloves off her arms. "If this is how you want our date to go, we'll make it tit-for-tat."

"Titty-whatnow?" Maria disappeared under the floor-reaching tablecloth. Before he could take a peek underneath, Comet could already feel hands working to undo his belt. "Oh…" He said, a not insignificant amount of dread bubbling in his chest.

"Uh-huh? Not so fun when your dignity's on the line, is it?" She said, whipping his hardening cock out. Maria took a deep breath. A cock is just skin; the same skin as on his hands and face. Just skin. Maria took the leap, planting a kiss on Comet's tip. She smiled.

'Hey… that wasn't so bad.'

She planted another kiss. Then another. She felt a sense of pride in how it made him squirm. There must've been some kind of hormonal shift that takes effect over time, because Maria was starting to find his cock much more alluring than when she first saw it. She took his head into her mouth, gently applying her hot lubricant to his knob with her tongue.

"HHHNNGH!" Comet's body tensed hard. With a startling bang on the table over her head, Comet filled the girl's mouth with his hot seed. Maria stayed glued to his pulsing cock with a slight grimace on her face. She didn't want to drink it, but she didn't want to risk anyone finding out what they did here, and cum on the floor would be a pretty dead giveaway! As his spasms were reduced to shooting blanks, she quickly rose back to her seat, filling whatever space was left in her mouth with ice-cold water.

With a big gulp, and a chest full of air, the brunette spoke. "Can we stop now?" She said exasperatedly. "We can have real sex later. I just want to have a nice date with you. Every single thing is a new excuse for sex; it makes one wonder if you love me as a person, or just as a means of sexual relief."

"Marco…" Comet said. "Of course I love you. I love you for you. I loved you before all of this mewberty nonsense even happened."

"Then prove it to me. Tonight. Give me a real date."

Comet said nothing, not even able to look her in the eye as he raised his wand, poofing on underwear AND loose, knee-reaching shorts under his date's dress.

Maria smiled gratefully. That was a good start!

I was surprised to find that Comet and Maria were already used for some R63 Starco… but I really shouldn't've been… What else do you call someone named after a space thing that also sounds like a name? Comet.