"Oooh girrrl! You nasty!"
Ponyhead shrilled over the speakers. Star's phone laid beside her, set to speakerphone as she reapplied pink polish to her fingernails on the floor of her bedroom. She had just come out of the shower, her torso and head wrapped in towels.
"Whaddya mean? I'm just goin' over to his house for a lil visi, that's all!" Star spoke with her eyes glued to her nails.
"Mmmhmm. Just like all the other 'lil visits'." Ponyhead said with doubt clear in her voice.
"Heyyy, I always study and do my homework there! And he tutors me every time!"
"Oh I'm sure he 'tutors' you, alright."
"Okay, cool it with the verbal air quotes."
"Hey, you're the one who be tellin me some-a the stuff y'all be doin'. Like what happened during lunch today. Dang, ya got it so bad, ya stopped time?"
"Well now I kinda wish I didn't say a thing." Star sighed. "I think hangin' around you gave me a big mouth."
"C'mon B-Fly, y'know ya can't keep nothin from me. I'm basically your own livin', breathin' diary."
Star shrugged. "I guess."
"But y'know. I shouldn't be talking that mess anyhow. You ain't even the only one."
Star rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me."
There was a snicker on the other line. "Someone soundin' a lil jelly."
"Whaaat? Me? Pffft…" Star scoffed. "So what if, like, half the girls in school had private lessons with him? Doesn't make a lick-a difference to me, no ma'am."
"Shoooo, I'd like to get-a piece-a that beefcake, too. Ya think he's got room for one more?"
"Probably. But I'm pretty sure he'll just tutor you normally."
"Oh right, cuz I don't have a… yeah." Ponyhead's voice trailed off.
"Yeah and it'd be kinda weird if you two ever…" Star paused, shrugging while still holding the brush in one hand and the nail polish bottle in the other.
"...like, how would that even work?"
"I dunno. And frankly, I don't think I wanna know."
"Same."
There was a brief pause, which came as a bit of a surprise coming from someone like Ponyhead. Star continued polishing her nails, finishing up her last finger before moving onto her toes.
"You can make me a body!" Ponyhead suddenly blurted out.
"Dunno what kinda spell I need to do that though."
"Could find somethin in your spellbook that could help. You can literally make life, surely you can transform a sistah."
"Maybe." Star finished painting the last of her toes before getting up with her phone in her hand.
"Hey Pony, I think I'll talk to ya later alright? Gonna get dressed, then head to Marco's."
"Aight. But you better gimme all the deets aftwards, aight?"
"We'll see. Laters!"
"Seeya, B!"
The call ended, Star snapped her phone shut before tossing it to her bed, making it bounce a few times.
Removing her towels, Star continued getting ready. She searched for the laciest bra and thong she could find, her face lighting up once she found her favorite pink pair and the confidence surged once she put them on. Then she put on her shoulder-exposing blue ensemble and did a couple of curve-accentuating poses in front of the mirror to hype herself up.
Finally, she brandished her scissors, cut open a portal and instantly traveled to Echo Creek on Earth, right at Marco's front door.
Star's finger was just a hair's length away from the doorbell button when the front door swung open. She froze when the object of her affection suddenly met her face to face.
"Ah, Star. Right on schedule." Marco said as casually rested a forearm on the doorframe.
Star's hand dropped to her hip. She took in a sight that was all too familiar but never less enthralling. A single whiff of his shampoo, tipped off thatl he had gotten out of the shower at least an hour ago. His smooth olive skin glistened under the afternoon sun, freezing the hormonal teenage girl right in her tracks.
Marco's appearance, in stark contrast to his teaching attire, loudly spoke of a man who worked out constantly. Rather than his school attire of a formal gray suit, slacks, and tie, Marco's homewear consisted of a gray tank top that hugged his body tight enough to mold around his hard, bursting muscles over a pair of red sweatpants with white stripes running down the sides of his legs.
"So you gonna stand there gawking at me all day or are you coming in?"
"Huh? Oh right." Star snapped out of her trance, remembering what she was doing. She walked right in as Marco held the door in for her.
Her eyes immediately laser focused on the large plate of Nachos sitting on the living room table. Judging by the steam rising up from them, they had just come fresh out of the oven. Her nose twitched with delight at the captivating smell of guacamole, cheese and jalapeño.
"Expecting me, huh?" Star asked as she walked to the couch and sat down. Marco sat down next to her a few seconds after.
"Of course. I mean, how could I not? You might as well move in with how often you come over."
"True. Maybe I should. Mom wouldn't notice anyways." Star said as she took a bite of a Nacho. Cheese and crumbs immediately coated her lips before she licked them off.
"Speaking of which, does she know you're-"
"Nope!"
Marco chuckled. "Figures. I'm sure she'll find out later."
"By the way, is Hekapoo gonna be home?"
Marco shook his head. "Nah, she'll be on a Business trip to Dimension C-137 trying to get in contact with its rep again. I told her Rick was an apathetic, yet tricky bastard but she was Hell bent on making a deal with him."
"So does that mean…"
Star stretched her leg forward to its limit, taking one long scoot on the couch towards Marco until she got close enough for their legs to come parallel together. The man didn't budge a single inch other than tilt his head downwards to meet the smaller girl eye to eye.
"... it's just us tonight?"
She flashed fluttery half lidded eyes at her host, belying playful, suggestive intentions. Her hand jumped from her leg to Marco's, then her fingers began dancing along his thigh. She teased the prospect of heading towards his crotch by repeatedly drawing close to it and dragging her hand back, squeezing him all the while.
Marco pinned Star's hand beneath his. His soft gaze held hers in an inescapable grip. The warmth from his close proximity froze and shook her body, breaking her resolve down at an alarming rate. Star didn't think twice before she closed her eyes, slightly parted her lips, and drew closer. With each second that passed, the young Princess could hear her heart beating against her chest at an exponential rate. At that moment, nothing really mattered to her, not school, not her kingdom, or the multiverse. She had her man right where she wanted him, with nothing or no one to stand in her way.
Star stopped instantly when her lips struck a hard and gooey surface. She opened her eyes to find that a Nacho was wedged between her lips, with a smiling Marco holding it. The girl looked at the Nacho then back to Marco then back to the Nacho then back to Marco again.
Before Star could do anything else, she was stunned when Marco, in a fraction of a second, brought their lips together, trapping the nacho between their mouths. Star couldn't do anything but stare with plate-sized eyes at the man's impulsive, out of nowhere kiss. On the inside, however, butterflies went wild in her stomach and her heart beat even faster as if that was possible. She rapidly lost every fiber of her being to the kiss, her eyes shutting once more and staying that way for the fleetinh duration of the kiss.
Marco bit off his half of the Nacho as he parted. He smiled smugly as he chewed, eating up the look on her face. Her eyes remained wide while the halved nacho remained between her lips.
Marco laughed after he swallowed. "That's how you do it, Star,"
"Pfft. Whatever." Star ate her chip before leaning forward and grabbing another one.
"By the way," Star spoke. "You didn't answer my question earlier. Is it just us tonight or…"
"Uhh…" Marco said, his eyes shifting to the door.
As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Marco rose to his feet, urgently heading to the door. Star looked on with a raised brow and mouthful of nachos.
When Marco opened the door, Star was surprised to see Jackie Lynn Thomas standing there, signature skateboard in one hand, a bag of groceries in the other and a helmet on her head.
"Oh hey, Jackie," Marco greeted with a warm smile.
"Sup, Mr. D."
Jackie laid her skateboard next to the front door. Marco took her helmet and hung it on the nearby coat/hat rack before taking the groceries.
Stuck between eating and saying hi to Jackie, Star nearly choked on her nachos, going into a loud, heavy coughing fit which caused Marco to instinctively drop the bag and run to her, both arms out. Star held up a hand to stop him.
"You good, Star?" Jackie asked, walking closer to the girl.
"I-I'm fine,"Star cleared her throat. "No need for Heimlich this time."
"Just slow down next time, okay?" Concern wrinkled the man's face.
"Yeah. Anyways, how's it goin', Jackie?" Star beamed as if she wasn't just on Death's Door seconds prior. "I didn't know you were coming."
"Yeah well, I needed Teach's help with some Home Ec Homework."
Star smiled, almost proudly. "Heh, of course. Marco's the best cook, like, ever. Dude should open up a restaurant."
"I mean," Marco scratched behind his head bashfully. "I'm not the best with pies, though."
"Ooh, you're making a pie?" Star's eyes lit up.
Jackie nodded. "Mmhmm. Had to pick between sweet and savory and I picked savory and went with Shepherd's pie but an actual pie."
"Yeah, I can at least help out with the filling. Lamb's a specialty of mine." Marco said.
"Also, thanks a bunch again for the cash to pay for all the stuff, Mr. D." Jackie said as she headed to Marco's kitchen.
"Hey, a project like this shouldn't have to come out of your own pocket." Marco beamed as he grabbed the bag he dropped and set it down on his kitchen counter.
"By the way, I couldn't find a good, cheap place that sold lamb so I went with beef short ribs instead," Jackie dug out a pair of large slabs of beef tightly wrapped on plastic. "That can still work for Shepherd's Pie, right?"
Marco narrowed his eyes at the meat slabs while rubbing his lightly bearded chin. "It wouldn't be Shepherd's Pie, then. It'd be a Cottage Pie."
Jackie shrugged. "Eh, I'm sure it's fine. A meat pie's a meat pie."
"Aw man, I haven't had a meat pie in forever…" Star fondly reminisced, some drool falling off her lip at the memories of fatty, succulent meat.
"Anyways Star, I need to help Jackie bake this pie. Why don'tcha go upstairs and get started on your homework? You can take the nachos with you. I'll call you when we're done." He said as he set vegetables and jars of seasonings on the counter.
"Uh, yeah. Sure!" Star said, forcing the perkiness into her voice.
Star slung her backpack over her shoulder and took the plate of nachos before heading up the stairs to her usual room. She stopped near the top, staring at Marco and Jackie talking and laughing together as they held ingredients and utensils. Then they faded out of sight when she kept walking.
Star closed the bedroom door behind her before carelessly dropping her backpack on the bed. She dug out her textbooks and work folders before setting them on the nearby desk and turning on the desk lamp. When she sat down, she didn't open any of them immediately. Instead, she threw herself against the backrest of the chair, sighing while staring at the wall like she could destroy it with her dismal gaze.
She could barely get started on her homework, far too distracted by the fact that Jackie and Marco were down there alone, doing Glossaryck knows what. Knowing Marco, he's probably 'tutoring' Jackie the way he usually does to Star and her fellow female schoolmates. It wouldn't be the first time she's seen it happen.
"Oh yeah! I can just see what they're doing, duh!" Star realized as she reached into her backpack.
She pulled out her Wand, in all its pastel colored, devil-horned, golden star adorned glory. She held it tightly in both hands, closed her eyes and uttered the following incantation:
I summon the All-Seeing Eye to tear a hole into the sky.
Reveal to me that which is hidden.
Unveil to me what is forbidden!
A dark purple flaming portal briefly opened up to a giant yellow eye before fading into an overhead view of the kitchen. After Star's distant relative and teacher, Eclipsa, taught her this spell several months ago, Star had used it mostly to spy on Marco when she wasn't with him.
Marco and Jackie stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the kitchen counter with their backs to the Eye's view. With a flick of her Wand, static briefly flashed before the point of view changed to that of in front of them. Leaning on the edge of the counter, Marco stood beside Jackie, watching her work her hands into a slightly moist pile of flour and butter in a glass bowl.
"Sorry I don't have a mixer to make this easier," Marco apologized. "I don't usually bake."
"No prob, Mr. D." Jackie spoke while keeping her eyes on the dough. "Making the crust by hand builds character and muscle, I'm pretty sure."
"Least I can do is help you. Here."
Marco offered, closing the distance as he got behind Jackie, his broad torso rubbing against her back. His arms flanked her at both sides as he went to work on whatever spot her hands weren't touching. While they were clumsy at first, the pie crust began coming together and taking shape when Marco and Jackie found their rhythm and worked cohesively as one unit, their motions becoming synced with one another even without exchanging a single word.
Star sighed heavily when she noticed the slight smile on Marco's face. She had long abandoned the idea of starting on her homework and kept her eyes on the Eye, tossing a Nacho into her mouth every few minutes.
"I mean, it's not like I hate her, but… dang it, why does she have to be here now?" Star said, herself being the target of her question.
"Nice. Done in half the time it usually would. Thanks Mr. D."
"We're not outta the woods yet. Let's get this wrapped."
Once the crust was set, Jackie wrapped it tightly in plastic wrap before placing it in Marco's fridge to chill for about an hour. Afterwards the two got started on the filling, pulling out all the vegetables, sauces, seasonings and, most importantly, the short ribs. After a lot of cutting and seasoning, it all culminated into a thick, brown stew-like state boiling in a pot.
Marco took a plastic spoon and scooped up the mixture. He brought it to his mouth, he smacked and licked his lips as the taste danced along his tongue, his face solid with contemplation. He paused for a few seconds before he turned to Jackie without changing his expression, his thoughts seemingly kept close to his chest.
"So how is it? Did I season it good?"
"Taste it for yourself. Whaddya think it needs?"
Jackie took a plastic spoon of her own before tasted the filling. She did the same thing only she took a little more time to come to a conclusion.
"Some more salt I think. And some more tomato paste."
Marco nodded. "Exactly what I thought. Nice catch, Jackie. Your sense of taste is getting better."
The skater girl giggled. "Well I have you to thank for helping me put my tongue to good use. Mr. D…"
Star rolled her eyes at the suggestive tinge attached to the way Jackie called out Marco's name.
Star scoffed. "Ain't the only one, sis."
Star sighed as she watched the two continue working together in seemingly perfect harmony, up until both fillings and pie crust were ready to become one. Marco once again stood behind Jackie, his arms flanking her so each of his hands could lay upon hers while he helped her roll out the dough. The Mewman Princess was stung by Marco praising and encouraging Jackie through every step of the way, sometimes making corrections. This went on up until the pie finished baking and came right out of the oven.
"Alright, stick a fork in it." Marco suggested. "See how cooked it is."
"Oh geez," Jackie held the fork in both hands tightly, squeezing her balled fists into her generous bust.
"I dunno if I did this right, I think I messed up on the dough earlier. And maybe it didn't spend long enough in the oven.
"Well we won't know unless we see it, won't we? Anyways, this is just practice. No need to freak out if we messed up something."
"Alright alright alright. Moment of truth. Let's go." Jackie let out a whooshing breath, anxiously hopping in place.
Star shifted the view of the All Seeing Eye to focus on the pie as Jackie jabbed a fork into it. To Star, the golden hue of the pie's crust and its darker outer edges should indicate it was thoroughly cooked but the petty little demon in her hoped that it wasn't.
But when the fork came out clean, Jackie let out a sigh of relief before unleashing a pumped cheer.
"Oh yeah! One try! Let's. Freakin'. Go!" Jackie celebrated by thrusting a fist to the air.
"See? I knew you could pull it off. I never doubted you for a second." Marco praised.
"Couldn't have done it without ya, Teach!"
Emboldened by the joy of pulling off a well made meat pie on the first go, Jackie jumped into Marco's arms to pull him into a big hug. Her well endowed chest brazenly squished against Marco's, the sight forcing Star's grip on her Wand to tighten. To make matters worse, whether he intended it or not, both of Marco's hands buried his fingers deep in butt cheek. They looked at each other wide-eyed and slack jawed as if realizing just how close they were to one another.
"No, seriously." Jackie's voice lowered to levels even softer than her usual warm, chill tone of voice.
"I really don't think I could've gotten this far without you."
"Take it easy, it's just a pie, Jackie." Marco softly laughed.
The girl shook her head. "No, not just that. I mean… in general. Since Freshman year, you've always been there for me in school. When I'm falling behind, you lend a hand to help me keep up. When I'm down in the dumps, you're there to cheer me up. And when I succeed, you never let me think that's the best I can do. You never stopped pushing me."
So thank you, Mr. Diaz. Thanks for making sure I'm doing my best and never giving up."
Marco smiled warmly and genuinely. "Hey, what are Teachers for?"
Such an intimate display of affection illuminated what Jackie wore the whole time she was here. She came to the house in a white tank top that so obviously meant to accentuate the cleavage of her High C cup breasts and a pair of cyan nylon booty shorts which showed off her thick yet toned thighs. They did their job as Star had caught Marco taking furtive glances at the accentuated targets earlier. She couldn't help but remember all the times the guys and few girls at school did just that as Jackie passed by them. At a few points, Marco had been one of them.
With Jackie Lynn Thomas in the house, Star's awareness of her own perceived imperfections reemerged. The blond teen got up and walked to the nearby full-body mirror, scowling at it like it did something wrong. In her frustration, she removed her clothes, leaving her bare body completely exposed save for her thin, lacy undergarments. With her hands on her hips, her sullen blue eyes climbed up and down her naked form. Then her lips curved into a frown.
Star thought about all the times she's seen Jackie just as naked in the locker rooms. It drove Star to hold onto her own smaller breasts, lifting them up and letting them bounce slightoy upon falling. As curvy as she herself had gotten since a year ago, she still remained on the small, skinny side, nowhere near Jackie's body type.
But that's okay. Even if he messed around with other students and was married to Hekapoo, none of it really mattered. Because in the end, she knew who he really belonged to. She made sure of it when she first hit Mewberty, chose him as her mate and showed him a world of pleasure that only a Mewman girl could. And he kept coming back to her ever since.
"Yeah…" she said to herself. "He'll always be my Marco."
Looking at her half naked self shined an idea in Star's head and her mind immediately shouted for her to get her phone. But when she turned back towards her desk, where the All Seeing Eye remained active, she found only a messy, unoccupied kitchen. With another flick of her Wand, she commanded the Eye to zero in on Marco and Jackie's location and once it did, her bare feet rooted themselves to the floor, her mind struggling to register what her wide eyes bore witness to.
Marco and Jackie's hold on each other tightened immensely, and what little distance between them, both physically and professionally, ceased to exist as Marco and Jackie crushed their lips together, moaning and smacking and licking to their hearts' content. They were doing this on the dining table, where he and/or the occasional guest(s) usually ate meals, while the curvy skater girl laid flat on her back upon its waxed wooden surface, with a handsy, muscular man on top showing no quarter or mercy on either her breasts or her ass.
Marco pulled Jackie up before he quickly pulled her top off. He immediately reached for the back of her exposed cyan bra, instantly undoing the latches and letting it fall, her naked boobs following with a hefty bounce. The older man spared no time digging his mitts into the pair of jiggly, tan-line painted flesh that easily filled each hand. He roughly kneaded her tits, unlike the way they handled the pie dough earlier, with a feral hunger that drew out soft little hums and squeals from the busty teen. Marco ravenously clamped his mouth around Jackie's solid pink nipples, slurping and sucking one after another or both at once as if he could draw milk from them to quench his insatiable thirst.
"Man you can never get tired of teenage tits, can'tcha Mr. D?" Jackie asked with a giggle.
Marco released his oral hold on Jackie's nipple before looking her deep in her aqua eyes with a blazing passion in her eyes. The look Star herself had become too familiar with whenever she and him slept with one another.
"Never. Especially yours. I knew since last year you could only get bigger and thicker. Heck, you'll probably look like Hekapoo come Junior year."
"Mmm, does that mean I'm better than Hek-aahhh!" Jackie cried out as Marco pinched and twisted both her nipples, his face hardened.
"You know I don't pick favorites, even my own wife."
Marco continued sprinkling kisses, licks, sucks and bites all over Jackie's bare chest. His mouth traveled down her torso, crossing her stomach until he reached the rim of her waist. He untied the strings on Jackie's shorts before pulling it and panties down her shapely legs. The moment he exposed the pale, triangular island among the sea of light tan, he pulled apart both of her legs before hungrily dipping his head between them, smack dab in the middle. Her booty shorts laid wrinkled on the floor nearby while her lacy cyan thong twisted tightly around her thigh. Jackie's face was flushed as she bit down on a finger from one hand while the other clenched on a fistful of Marco's short brown locks.
"H-having dessert a-al-already?" Jackie stammered messily as her body shook. "Th-tha-tha-haa! That's gonna… ssspoil your dinnnnner!"
Marco didn't stop. His tongue climbed up and down Jackie's soaking slit, before he opened his mouth wider and pushed his head forward to jam his tongue as deep into her hot tightness as he could. Jackie writhed and cried out, barely able to keep herself together and her mind stable as Marco ravenously devoured her.
"Oh no ya don't. Y'ain't takin' my man tonight."
Star wasn't going to let it hinder her plan. With her phone in hand, she sat on her desk chair, turned the camera on and set it to Selfie Mode. With a 5-second timer set, Star pressed the button before striking tantalizing poses, the camera capturing each one. She started with a normal sitting pose that captured her full body plus a smile. She got a little flirty on the next one by placing her arm under her modest bust to accentuate it. Following that, she opted to go straight for it, spreading her legs as wide as she could, while parting her panties to show her bare, smooth pussy. Finally, she topped it all off by standing on both knees on the chair with her back facing the camera, bending over and using one hand to move an asscheek aside to show both her slightly gaping pussy and asshole.
With each gradually lewder photo captured, Star didn't think twice before sending them all to Marco's phone. Her eyes flitted back to the All Seeing Eye, still showing Marco burying his face in one of his students' naked crotch.
He suddenly stood straight up, much to his current partner's confusion and disappointment. He pulled his phone out his pocket before fiddling with it. Star flicked her Wand once more to zoom in on his screen and her ensuing grin came from the confirmation that he was looking at her pictures.
She couldn't see his face but her smile faltered when she could see that it didn't have the intended effect on him. He sighed and shook his head prior to standing straight up, turning his face somewhat towards the Eye and showing the furrowed brows and firm frown of a bemused man.
"Star!" He called out, his voice carrying an aggressive edge.
"Would you kindly get down here? And do not get dressed." He sternly added, his hand tightening on his phone.
Star quickly deactivated the All Seeing Eye, before scurrying out the door and down the stairs at an urgent speed. Before she realized it, she was face to face with the towering, arm-crossing form of her Host and Teacher.
"So judging by these photos you've just sent me," Marco turned his phone screen towards said photos' sender. "I assume you're done with your homework and studying, correct?"
"Uh, I. Um..." Star failed to drum up a clear, timely response as Marco's firm, intimidating demeanor scrambled her thoughts.
"Don't lie to me, Star," Marco lowered his voice, his frustration speaking louder than ever. "You'd just make it worse for yourself."
Star gulped before she squeaked out an answer, her mind flashing back to the prior consequences she faced when he caught her lying in the past.
"No…"
Marco dropped his hands to his sides, dropping a heavy sigh as he put his phone away. His hard expression softened in stages, shifting from anger to disappointment to concern to sadness.
"Star, Star, Star…" Marco shook his head slowly. "And here I was thinking you were starting to redeem yourself."
As the concerned schoolteacher scolded his student, Jackie sat leaning on her arms on the dining table as she silently watched the scene unfold. Her expression didn't reveal the entire extent of her feelings, but it could best be described as sad or even pitying.
"Jackie." Marco called out, quickly turning to face his other student.
Jackie's posture sprung straight up and her face widened in alertness, as if she was about to be lectured herself.
"Y-yes? Mr. D- er, Mr. Diaz?"
"You have my class as well, don't you?"
Jackie softly nodded. "Yes, I do."
"Have you started on the homework I assigned?"
Jackie paused for a moment as if considering her response, before slowly, possibly regrettably shook her head.
"No, sir. I haven't."
"Why's that?"
"Umm. Because I was planning on doing it after I finished my practice for Home Economics, Mr. Diaz. And I was buying ingredients for said project almost immediately after school ended."
Marco nodded as if satisfied by Jackie's responses.
"See? Jackie has a completely valid reason why she hasn't started on my assignment. What's yours?"
Star could only respond with eyes full of regret and a mouth that kept opening and closing but refusing to let a single word out. How could she tell him she was spying on him, eating out Jackie and getting jealous without making things worse than they were already?
"Wait, don't tell me. Spying on me again with Eclipsa's All Seeing Eye? Oh yeah, I've known all along. Don't try to deny it, I always know when I'm being watched."
Star opened her mouth to say something in rebuttal but the futility of it ultimately kept her mouth shut.
Marco sighed again as he lowered his head into his hand. He seemed to stay that way for a few minutes, though his blatant disappointment made it feel longer.
"You know what really upsets me about your behavior towards your academics? Especially in my class?"
Marco let the question linger for Star to answer which took her a few seconds too long.
"Uh, I don't think I do."
Marco raised his head to face Star. His eyes shimmering and face falling with what looked like desperation.
"What upsets me is the fact that, last year, every class you had, including mine, you always got some of the highest marks for every hands-on portion, yet when it came to the homework, the quizzes, the exams, etc., you barely got a fraction of those scores, which ultimately dragged your total grades down. I had to resort to drastic measures just to push you to get at least C pluses. And it's happening again this year.
It's like I can't let you be without you bombing a project or a quiz and having me step in repeatedly while you barely learn anything. I get that you have a masochistic streak, Star, but I'd rather indulge it by rewarding you, not punishing you. This is supposed to be the year where you iron out every wrinkle from last year and start anew. You're not a Freshman anymore, you're a Sophomore now."
Star didn't know what to say nor what to think, but she did know what to feel. She felt like she needed to sit down and silently beat herself up over it but Marco intangibly kept her standing in front of him.
Marco closed his eyes as he continued. "Maybe I've been too easy on you. I'm trying not to give you any special treatment in spite of my relationship with you and your family, but I guess I've even failed doing that. "
"Marco…" Star finally said, so quietly and almost as if pleading with him.
"It really really hurts me to do this but… I think I'm gonna have to postpone you from doing any field work until you set yourself straight. Not just in my class, but every other class that involves field work as well as every extracurricular you're involved with. I'll make an arrangement with your Mom and the other teachers to make it so."
"What!? No!" Out of pure desperation, Star fell to her knees, tugging at his pants as she loudly implored him to reconsider.
"Marco, you can't do this! That's totally not fair!"
"Can. Will. Is." Marco simply said, keeping his eyes averted from Star.
"C'mon, that's gonna kill my grade. I won't be able to graduate this year if you lock me out of the field stuff! And the extracurriculars too? The Warnicorn races? The Flag Cappers? Swordmaster's Club? Now that's just cruel and unusual!"
"Well you should've thought about the other way around.."
"Marco, seriously. Isn't it good enough that I'm basically an expert at applying theory to practice?"
"Academics are just as important, Star. You need your brain as much as your body."
"Then at least let me go back to my homework and I'll have it done with all correct answers in no time."
"Oh you may do that, but it won't change anything. I'm still gonna make the call to bar you from all field work and extracurriculars. And that includes next week's trip to T51B."
Star hung her head as she cried out in a frustrated shriek, which she directed more towards herself than Marco. It was true. She really had been slipping in her academics. And Marco always had to step in whenever she flunked a major test or project, whether it was to push her to study or talk a teacher into giving her extra credit or another shot at whatever assignment or test she failed to deliver on. This moment made her realize that, like Jackie said, Marco had always been there, through every failure or success. But in Star's case, he was more of a safety net than anything which made it seem like she had been taking advantage of him for a long time. It ached her heart to become fully aware of this, but the pain pushed her to try and make things right.
Star attempted a last ditch effort to persuade her teacher, standing on two feet and brushing her body against his to remind him of her very meager state of dress. Her small breasts, though not as full as Jackie's, squished against Marco's body, accentuating her cleavage. When the man's gaze finally fell towards her, Star made sure to give him the saddest pair of puppy eyes and tightest pout as she fluttered her eyelashes at him.
"Marco, please. Isn't there something I can do to change your mind? Anything… at aaall?" She emphasized the "at all" with a lowered, drawn out tone.
Marco's face remained steel solid even in the face of desperate seduction. He looked back at Jackie, who simply shrugged at him, before looking back down at Star and gluing his hard brown eyes at her for several minutes, at a loss at what he should do about this kid. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least slightly nudged by her attempt to sway him.
Then, as sudden as an asteroid strike, a smirk crept its way onto Marco's stoic face. He knew all along what he was going to do. It was all coming together smoothly. Two girls were scheduled to come over to his house. One was too busy doing something for one class to do homework for his own. The other was a prominent slacker when it came to written work. Neither started on their homework for his class which he absolutely counted on. He wouldn't have had both girls there at the same time without a good reason.
"Alright, Star." He finally said, crossing his arms in a conclusive manner.
"If you're willing to do what it takes to keep your normal schedule then listen closely. Go to my room upstairs and search the closet. I need some things from the wooden chest where I keep my 'tutoring' tools? Y'know the one. Take some notes, so you won't forget…"
