NOT DEAD YET! ENJOY THE FIRST HALF OF CHAPTER 27
Explicit Sexual Content contained in this chapter, M8. Sexual tags listed at the bottom of the chapter.
(Steamy stuff ramps up at the third total page break. FYI: the one right below this opening message counts as page break number one.)
Star awoke on her belly. Odd, since she was a back sleeper, but that thought had to take a back seat as she felt hips slapping against her butt cheeks and a cock in her backdoor. She turned her head to look behind her, catching the eye of her assailant.
"It worked!" Marco said as he continued to fuck her ass.
"So, uh… Whatcha doing?"
Marco gripped the girl's hips, pulling them into his cock as his thrusts turned more aggressive. "Lemmie just finish this one, then we can talk."
"You went waaay over your cum limit last night, so I thought if I came inside you a bunch, you'd get some of that expelled energy back and wake up at a reasonable hour." He said, having fully completed his wake up job.
The two sat on Star's bed, casually facing one another as if his semen wasn't currently dribbling from her butthole.
"And you chose my butt because…"
Marco furrowed his brow at her. "Because semen in the other hole makes babies…?"
"Please!" The princess playfully scoffed. "I've put a cock in a girl's butt now too. You would've sleep-raped my tight butthole even if I couldn't get pregnant."
"That's not true!" He barked. "I love your pussy just as much as your butt! I would have cum in both if I could've!"
"Really?" Star said with a slight blush, feeling oddly touched by his words.
Marco nodded firmly. "Your vagina's beautiful. It smells great and tastes even better. It hugs me really tightly when we do it and it lubricates itself. Your butt may be tighter, but I don't feel as connected to you as I do when I'm in your pussy." A silence fell upon the room before Marco's face turned beet-red, fully absorbing what just came out of his mouth.
"I like your penis." Star said with a casual shrug of her shoulders, attempting to lighten the boy's visible discomfort.
"Can you just remove these cuffs, please?" He said, holding out his arms. "They fit Maria's wrists just fine. But my arms are quite a bit thicker than hers and it's starting to hurt."
"So… what are we gonna do now?" Star said as she magically freed Marco from last night's accessories, all this talk of her pussy making her all the more aware of just how untouched her drooling vagina was.
Marco placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. "Now?" He purred, locking eyes with Star through a sexy half-lidded gaze. "Now we go to school."
"Star, I get that you're excited. But could you please wait until before we get to your room to cast your horny and anti-sperm spells on me?" Marco said, making his way into the very room in question. "My parents use that hallway too, you know."
"What's the big deal?" Star said, casually striding in, close behind him. "I make weird puffy clouds all the time. They're not gonna know what it does."
Marco turned on his heels. "What they see isn't my concern, Star. The issue is that I don't know how long that stuff lingers and I'd rather not risk drugging my parents with your magical aphrodisiacs!"
Star blinked.
"Super horny mist!"
"Okay okay." Star said, holding her hands up disarmingly. "I get it. I'm sorry."
An awkward silence fell upon the room as Marco's stance quickly softened. He was upset—sure—but he didn't mean to raise his voice at her.
"Sooo… it's your day today." Star said cheerfully, all too eager to change the subject. "What do you wanna do?"
Marco smiled, relieved to see that his little rant hadn't dampered the girl's spirit. "I…" He paused, his smile falling away as his open mouth accentuated his silence. "Haven't… actually… thought about it yet." Marco said, a thin blush of embarrassment painting his cheeks; having a sexual activity planned for today was his only job, after all. He combed his brain for impromptu ideas for a decent amount of time as Star set up the room's usual mewberty sex armor plating.
"I mean… If you don't have anything in mind, I might have a few ideas." Star finally said, finishing up the casting of her Roomy Sunshine Cover-Up spell.
Marco gave the girl a gentle smile. "As long as you're not cooking up anything too crazy; sure, I'm open to suggestions!"
Star joined her hands together, swaying her hips side-to-side in faux-sheepishness. "It is a liiittle crazy."
The boy's smile melted from his face. "Well… What's the idea?"
"Weeeell… Do you wanna maybe try…" Star paused, breaking what little façade she'd managed to pass off with a tiny, devilish smile. "A threesome?"
The princess's smile grew as the boy's eyes noticeably widened.
"That is 'a little crazy…'" Marco said, taking a seat on the edge of Star's bed.
"So?" Star said, eyes brimming with anticipation. "Do you wanna try it?"
"I mean… with who? first of all…"
"A very beautiful young lady."
"Uh… okay. Do I even know her? Or is this one of your friends?"
"No, she's one of your friends. And I knooow how much you like her…"
Well, it didn't take a mathematician to figure out where this was leading. There were only two girls he'd ever had a crush on, and one of them was already in the room with him. Marco turned his gaze to the floor, letting a wave of clashing, mixing emotions waft over him. "I don't know, Star… It sounds like it could be fun… but it feels… I dunno, wrong to include Jackie in all this-" The rest of the boy's speech became lodged in his throat as he raised his gaze back up to meet hers… only to be met with the sight of two identical Stars standing side to side.
"Pfft! I'm not sharing you with Jackie!" The right Star said. "Just because we made up doesn't mean I'm letting her get a piece of my man!"
Marco merely stared—slackjawed—as his eyes darted from Star to Star.
"Okay, don't act too shocked; I am magic, if you don't remember."
"C-Cut me some slack, okay?! I don't know how it is where you're from, but suddenly seeing two of one person does things to the human brain!"
Star's playful demeanor evaporated in an instant. "Oh… I-I'm sorry… Do you need a minute?" Shoot! What if she'd stepped on an Earth cultural toe?!
"No, no…" Marco said, rising to his feet. "I'm good now. Just caught me off guard, is all. So how do I know who the real one is?"
"She's the real one." The left Star said, pointing a thumb to the girl beside her.
Marco cocked an eyebrow. "You're… not gonna claim to be the real Star?"
The fake Star flashed a concerned glance over to the real one. "Uhh… no? Am I supposed to?" She said, more and more convinced that she was doing something offensive to earth people.
"Uh, w-well no." Marco said, feeling a rapid heat growing on his cheeks. "S-Sorry, it's just… In all the movies, there's always a point where the clone tries to convince everyone that it's the real one."
The real Star winced in a fashion solely reserved for particularly weighty breeches of social acceptability.
"What?" The boy said, turning his attention to the original.
"She's… not a clone…"
Marco walked up to the fake Star; her eyes effortlessly met his gaze as he entered her personal space, giving him all the same butterflies as the real one did. He placed a gentle hand on the girl's cheek. He could feel her hot breath dance across the back of his hand as he caressed her warm, soft skin. "Are you sure?" Marco said, turning to face the real Star while continuing to stroke the double's face.
Star actually felt kinda relieved. If her doubling was considered some sort of cultural faux pas, at least Marco and herself were even now. "I mean, yeah… It'd be pretty messed up—even for me—to create a thinking, feeling mewman just to serve as a single-night sex toy…"
"Oh…" The boy said, letting his hand fall away, to the fake Star's visible dismay. "I… didn't think about it like that…"
Marco's eyes flicked back to the double's face. The girl smiled nervously as the boy leaned into her personal space's personal space, meticulously scrutinizing every facet of her physical being.
"Alright, I give up." Marco said, pulling away from the girl's aggressively blushing face. "What is it, then? A robot?"
Star tapped her wand against her lip. "Mmm, I guess 'puppet' would be the best word for it."
"Puppet?" He said, his gaze once again returning to the double in front of him.
Star B smiled brightly, leaning in to give him a peck on the lips. "Isn't it cool?!" the puppet said.
Marco sat back down onto Star's bed, feeling a massive weight—he didn't even realize he was carrying—blissfully lift from his shoulders. Despite being perfectly friendly, he couldn't shake the underlying discomfort of being in the presence of a separate consciousness; a stranger dressed in his girlfriend's skin. All those worries snapped out of existence the moment their lips met. He couldn't explain how… but he knew HIS Star was the one behind those lips. Marco found his eyes unconsciously darting from girl to girl. He noticed something odd. Despite one girl puppeting the other, the two girls seemed to be effortlessly moving completely independent of one another. "How are you doing that?" Marco said, pointing to B as he addressed Star A.
Star looked to her double, then down to her wand, then finally back to Marco. "I-It's a spell, Marco…"
"No. I know how you made it- erm, sorry: made her." The boy corrected, eliciting a smile from Star B. Magic meat puppet or not: it was still Star in there; she deserved just as much respect as the real thing. "I meant: how are you controlling her so well?"
The silence that followed—accompanied by the slight furrow of her brow—indicated the need for elaboration.
"Like, you're moving yourself and your puppetself at the same time, doing completely different things. How are you not getting, I dunno… tripped up?"
Both Star's blushed a bit at the indirect compliment. "It's not all that impressive." Star A said. "The puppet pal spell kinda rewires you to make controlling two bodies a lot easier."
"Yeah." Star B continued. "It feels a lot like playing the piano; each hand plays a different part."
Marco did a hard double take. "Wait… You can play piano?!"
"Yeah. Well, I was forced to. It's a royalty thing; all the princes and princesses were expected to know how to play. It's a 'dignified, high-class art form.'" She said with a mocking voice.
"Can… I hear you play some time?" Marco said, a blush growing on his cheeks. Something about the wild and unhinged monster fighter practicing such a skillful, nuanced artform tickled his soul in places he didn't even know he had!
Both Stars visibly stiffened. "U-Uh… M-Maybe?" Star A said, nervously scratching her face. She could see the glimmer of awe in his rich, brown eyes; completely devoid of the sexual energy she'd worked so hard to foster. It wasn't entirely unwelcome, however. Marco gave Star a lot of looks—it's probably how she'd gotten so good at reading them—looks of lust: she'd seen plenty. Looks of love: she'd seen even more. Looks of annoyance: you could fill an entire dimension with the amount she'd been given. But looks of true, wide-eyed admiration: she could count that on one hand. "I'll think about it, okay?"
Noticing the mood rapidly slipping away, Star B took the initiative, firmly pulling the more flustered version close to her body. "Well, we don't have a piano right now… maybe a slightly different performance will satisfy you, for now?" B purred, her seductive gaze piercing Marco's as she ran one hand down to grab A's butt, while the other hand slowly ran down A's pinkened cheek; its hue only deepening as B slipped a thumb into A's mouth, before gently pulling down on her jaw.
Marco could practically see the steam from A's hot and heavy breath as it left her newly opened mouth; her tongue lolling out, ever-so-slightly, to rest along her bottom lip.
The boy shifted in his seat, feeling his crotch begin to tingle. "Wouldn't hurt to try, I suppose…"
The two blondes turned their attention to one another with uncanny synchronicity. Each girl stuck out her tongue, letting them roll and curl around one another in the full light of day before sealing them away with the joining of their lips. The two made out intensely. It wasn't hard to notice a dynamic forming between the two. Star B took 110% control of the situation, squeezing A's butt cheek as B held her close. The other hand was planted firmly against the back of A's head, running her fingers through her hair as she pushed the girl's face deeper into her own. Star B knew what she wanted, and she wasn't looking for anyone's permission to get it. Star A could not be further from B's aura. She was frozen stiff from the neck down, her arms rigidly glued to her sides as an almost painful expression scrunched her brow. The only thing that kept it from feeling kinda rapey was A's complete lack of resistance.
After several steamy minutes of lesbian liplock, the two girls parted; staring deep into each other's eyes as they caught their breath.
Before Marco could offer his audience applause, something extremely… unusual caught his eye. The fabric of B's skirt had been drawn outward by something extended from her crotch.
B noticed the boy's wide-eyed gaze; following it down to her freshly pitched tent. "Whoops… guess I got a little too excited…" She said, turning her sharp, predatory gaze back to the still-panting sub. "Well, your lips caused this." B said, pushing A down onto her knees. "It's only fair that your lips have to take care of it!" Star's puppet lifted her teal dress, revealing a thick six-incher.
Not only did Marco register her complete lack of underwear, but her lack of… family jewels as well. He couldn't get a good look at the penis itself before it disappeared down A's throat. B took tight fistfuls of A's golden blond hair, pulling her head into her groin as she thrust her hips into it.
Marco crossed his legs in a desperate attempt to underplay just how violently aroused he was. It wasn't necessarily a trait he liked about himself, but futanari had always been one of his deepest turn-ons. "So… are we going to properly address this or…?" Marco said, trying his best to tune out the sloppy throat noises coming from his girlfriend.
"Oops! Sorry, I got a little distracted." B said, returning to normal Star mannerisms while showing zero intent on putting her facefucking on hold.
"So, why'd you give yourself a dick for our threesome?" Marco said, physically unable to keep his eyes from darting down to Star A's throat being abused.
"Well, when I first had the idea, I looked at a lot of threesome positions, and boy were the 'two girls and a guy' ones booooring! Stuff like licking the cock at the same time, or licking one girl's pussy while getting fucked. Best one I found was the guy laying down: one girl on his cock, the other on his face, and they makeout while they ride him. Everything relies on at least one person having to use their mouth. It's lame! Two cocks on a girl with three places to put 'em? Now that's fun!"
Star B withdrew her drool-soaked cock from A's mouth, only leaving her head within the girl's hot embrace. "Why? Do you not like your new futa girlfriend?" She said, gesturing down to her glistening shaft.
Marco sighed as he uncrossed his legs, letting his pitched-tent stand proud. "Well, since you know the word 'futa,' and have been through my porn folder… you already know the answer to that."
"I'm not as smart as you, Marco. I need you to answer me."
Marco gestured to his raging tent with both hands. "Is this not answer enough for you?!"
"I wanna hear it."
Marco paused. She did put a lot of effort into bringing an impossible fetish of his to life. She deserved some direct praise… "Alright, Star. I think its very sexy and I like it a lot and I appreciate you doing this for me… Just as long as your dick stays far away from my 'places to put it.'"
Star B yanked Star A's hair into her pelvis, resuming her fucking with renewed vigor. "Marco? Why would I stick it in you on your day?"
"So you're saying: if it was your day, you would stick it inside me, after I'd asked you not to…"
"Nooo." Star B said in an offended tone. "I'm saying I might."
"Ah. I see. Very reassuring…" He said, a slight smile to his lips. He didn't know why he was smiling; he was pretty sure that wasn't a joke. But it was cute, nonetheless, in a horrifying sort of way; which did encapsulate Star pretty well, now that he thought about it.
"So, I know it's your day and all… but… would it be okay if I finished up, here? Then we can really get started."
"Oh, sure… knock yourself out." Marco's eyes flicked down to the girl currently having her windpipe raped. "Just… you know, not literally."
B cracked a wicked grin. "No promises."
As if out of spite, B gradually upped her fucking intensity; and it wasn't exactly a candle-lit dinner to start with.
Star A allowed herself to break character a bit, openly touching herself as her throat was abused; not exactly a common sight among timid sexual assault victims.
"All Seeing Eye." B said with a particularly nasty yank of her hair. "You're actually enjoying this!" Her tone bordered the line between demeaning and impressed. "I think I found my newest royal cocksleeve. All my other ones just squirm and gag and cry when I plow their throats. And, I mean, that's half the fun of doing it. But adding a slut to my collection—that actually enjoys being used—would be a nice change of pace."
Marco grimaced a bit. This was getting kinda dark… "Uh, Star?"
"Yeah?" B replied, snapping back to her normal voice.
Marco nervously scratched his face. "Do you have a… sex slave rape kink?" Given how powerful, spontaneous, and horny his girlfriend was: that kind of fetish did not sit well with him…
"Actually being the rapist? Uhh… not really." B said, her casual tone slightly undercut as she hilted her cock down A's throat; thoroughly enjoying the way its muscles flexed around her member as she held her down. "It's the 'getting raped' part that really does it for me." B continued, giving A a playful pat on the head.
"Right… I guess bondage and rape fantasy would kinda stem from the same tree…"
As the Stars got back to business, a strange feeling began to steadily build up within the deepest depths of his subconscious. Star… wanted something from him… and it wasn't something he was comfortable with. Star would get so mad if his weirdly-specific hunch turned out to be wrong. But the longer the safe kid sat there; trying to ignore the thoughts filling his head, the guiltier he felt, like he was letting Star down.
At a certain point, he could take no more. Marco silently snuck off Star's bed, letting the thoughts guide his way as he prayed to every god he'd ever heard of that this was something Star wanted.
Star B suddenly felt a hand firmly grip her shoulder. Before she could even fully process the touch, her pussy was filled to the brim with a girth she knew by heart; her feminine arousal—long past the point of dripping down to the carpet below—making the forceful intrusion unsettlingly unimpeded. B felt a gentle kiss against the back of her head.
"Surprise." Marco purred. The moment he entered her: the thoughts, the feelings, the guilt. It all vanished. The feeling of relief hit him so hard, it took him a few moments to realize that he'd essentially just lost his instruction manual; he'd have to pull the rest of this off on his own.
"M-Marco?!" B stammered, her hands instinctively shooting up from the shock; allowing Star A to finally fully withdraw off her double's cock. "H-How did you know I still had a pussy?"
"More of a hunch, really. Futas that don't have balls usually have their lady parts still intact." Marco leaned in close, his lips mere centimeters from her ear. "And, of course, if I ended up being wrong, you'd still have at least one hole to take my cock."
The boy's smooth, sexy timbre—oh so close to her ear—gave the dickgirl chills.
"Uh, hey Star?" Marco said, dropping the sexy voice.
"Yeah…?" B said, a thick layer of bewilderment coating its single syllable. He already had her attention.
"Sorry, not you." The boy said. "Star… A?"
"Oh, is that me?" The kneeling girl said, her lower face still caked with drool and sexual fluid. "Yes, Marco?"
"May I… um… grab your hair?"
A's face grew pink as a peach. "Y-Yeah, heh heh. O-Of course!"
Marco slowly took a tight fistful of A's soft, golden locks into each hand; gripping the area just above her ears, like handles.
"What are you gonna do-eugh!" A's question was cut short and answered at the same time, as Marco pulled her face back onto B's cock.
"Finishing what you started, of course." He said, slamming his hips into B's back in perfect sync with the pull of A's head. "You can't really be raped if you're the one pulling the strings, can you?" Marco suddenly slowed to a stop. He placed his chin on B's shoulder. "You're okay with this, righ-"
"Shhh shhh shhh." Star B said, placing a firm finger to the boy's lips. "Rapists don't ask if their plaything is okay with it…"
Marco couldn't help but smile at the undertone of excitement in the girl's voice. Can't get a clearer 'okay' signal than that! "Alright… I guess I won't hold back. But after this, I expect an evening of smiles and cuddles."
The two women flashed a thumbs-up.
Marco planted a kiss on B's cheek. "I love you." He said, rubbing his cheek into hers.
B leaned into him, nestling her face deeper into his cheek. "I love you too, ya big weenie."
Marco didn't even pull out of the cuddle before slamming his cock back into her, completely robbing the girl of a chance to brace herself.
"Gyaaah!" The Stars cried in unison; one significantly more muffled than the other.
B arched her back into Marco's chest as she came explosively. Each rhythmic, pussy-tightening pulse of her loins sent another dump of cum down her own throat, its continued, forced fellatio only milking her further, nearly doubling the length of her mind melting orgasm.
A was in a very similar camp, barely registering the thick semen pooling in her throat through the drunken haze of her own violent orgasm, gulping down her own hot loads primarily through reflex alone.
Marco didn't let up. If anything, he fucked even harder as the two girls came. It wasn't long before his own climax began to build. Marco's hands left Star A's head. He needed to grab the thing he was fucking; his breeding instincts demanded it! One arm wrapped around Star B's belly, while the other snaked up to cover her mouth.
Star B began to squirm in his arms as she mumbled distressfully into his palm, both hands desperately trying to pry away the arm holding her mouth shut.
Marco was moments away from completely pulling the plug on the operation, just out of sheer terror that Star might actually want to stop. He did forget to set a safeword signal. But then his eyes caught Star A; kneeling on her puppet's feet as she held B's thrashing pelvis steady.
A began to tease B's cock as she pinned the poor girl's lower half in place, slowly rolling her tongue around B's dickhead, still toe-curlingly sensitive from her recent ejaculation.
That was exactly the sight Marco needed. There was no clearer sign of enjoyment than the real Star, herself, joining in on the act.
The look of lusty, vengeful glee in the girl's eyes, gazing up at B's restrained face as she casually ran her soft tongue around the futa's cock was just enough to send him over the edge. Marco tightened his grip considerably, pressing his chin down into her shoulder as he began to pump the futa full. B thrashed harder than ever. although muzzled—based on length and inflection—her cries were a random assortment of 'no!'s and 'please!'s. It bothered him how little he seemed to care in that moment, continuing to cum inside his victim. What bothered him more was B's scent. Breathing in Star's incredible natural aroma had practically become a habit for when he came inside her. But B barely had a smell at all. At least now he had a way to tell them apart if Star B ever went rogue.
Star B's struggling quickly wound down as the pleasure of being forcefully creampied fully cracked her character shell. She moaned hard into Marco's strong hand, her toes curling hard as she continued to be filled with his hot seed, teetering on the very edge of climax.
Star A slipped B's tip past her lips, rhythmically sucking like a baby's pacifier as she cradled the head on her tongue. That was all the push she needed. B threw her head back, screaming into Marco's hand as she unconsciously bucked her hips forward. Still in Marco's tight breeding grip, she only managed to get her cock an inch-or-so deeper into A's mouth; torturously bordering on the satisfaction of slipping into her tight throat.
Star A pulled back slightly, negating that extra inch B's efforts had granted. She kept her tip resting on her tongue, barely even sucking as the thick cum coated her taste buds, all too eager to masochistically deny herself the desperate desire to cum inside a nice, tight hole.
Marco's hands fell away from the thoroughly used dickgirl as his orgasm wound to a close. Before he could pull out, Star A rose to her feet.
She locked eyes with him as she showed off the comically-large load pooled in her mouth. But instead of swallowing, Star A gently cupped her puppet's cheeks as she leaned into her. The two girls passionately made out. Unlike their first 'performance,' this one was slow; borderline romantic.
It wasn't long before the girls' lips parted. They stared lustfully into each other's eyes as they swallowed in perfect unison.
The boy admirably kept himself from drooling over the incredibly sensual cum swap. He fully withdrew from B's snatch, eliciting a small yip from the still-sensitive futa.
"So…" Star A said seductively, locking eyes with Marco as he approached. "What are we going to do now?"
Marco firmly grabbed both girls by the hand, leading them over to the bed. "Now we're going to cuddle and you're going to tell me that you're safe and okay and happy and we're never doing rape roleplay ever again. Hearing you scream like that as you thrashed around in my arms took years off my life."
Holy fuck it's been a year since an update. I'm so sorry! I've gotten really into Friday Night Funkin' mods, so I've been putting all my free time into a big, non-porn related FNF project. Unfortunately, since I like to keep my porn life separate from my normal life, you'll never know what I've been sinking my blood sweat and tears into.
But, remember, this story will never die off. The updates stop when the story concludes! Jimothy Hard finishes his stories!
Tags: Sleep molestation. Selfcest. Futanari/Dickgirl. Consensual rape-fantasy roleplay.