The smell of spices and smokiness filled the atmosphere of the kitchen and pleased the nostrils of those within Marco opened the oven and pulled out a deep dish pan filled to the brim with his and his housemate's dinner. Star stood nearby, eyes full of hunger and mouth watering at the sight beholden to her. Her eyes stayed glued on it as Marco carried it through the kitchen.
"Alright Star," Marco spoke as his oven mitted hands brought the pan to the table and Star clapped and cheered nearby at the prospect of dinner. "Feast your eyes. On this!"
"Marco's Comfy Nacho Casseroooole!" Excitedly sung a falsetto voice that may or may not have been Marco's. What laid within the pan was an organized collective of ground beef, triangular tortilla chips, melted blended cheese, onions, jalapenos, onions, tomatoes and olives.
"Oooh!" Star marveled as her caretaker took a spatula and dipped it in the pan. Strands of cheese briefly tethered to the cubic piece Marco fished out, which consisted of every component crammed between layers of tortilla chips and gooey cheese.
Marco placed one still steaming piece on one plate in front of Star then placed a piece on a plate in front of himself.
Star stabbed her fork onto the casserole, taking a piece and letting her gaze linger on it before she gasped.
"Triangle food on cube food!" She beamed excitedly. She brought a piece onto her mouth before freezing completely still. Her eyes bugged out and her pupils shrank drastically.
"Careful, Star." Marco blew on his food in an attempt to cool it. "It's still fresh outta the oven."
There seemed to be a skip in time that went way past Marco's perception as suddenly Star went from being frozen and bug eyed to holding up an empty plate towards Marco.
"More please!" She requested with a smile.
Marco couldn't help but chuckle at the girl's quirkiness. He reached for the spatula laying on the pan and did as she asked. When he sat back down, he grabbed a nearby bottle of hot sauce.
"Ya want some hot sauce with that?" He asked as he shook the bright red bottle. "Dunno if you're into spicy stuff but-"
Before he realized, Star once again lifted an empty plate before him. Her eyes silently, yet loudly asking for more.
Marco blinked. Another portion plopped onto Star's plate and she immediately went to work.
He decided to let the spatula rest on her side of the pan, so she can get another one if she so pleased and he can get into his own plate.
"Geez kid, at that rate you might as well eat the rest of the casserole." The man remarked as he let hot sauce pour onto his portion. He dipped his fork into his food and lifted a piece towards his lips when there came a knock on his door.
"Huh." He put his fork down and made his way to the door. "Now who could that be?"
He opened the door. Marco was confused as he only met a starry night sky and his backyard devoid of life, with nothing but his fence, the shed all the way on the other side, and the garden.
He looked to the left. Nothing. He looked to the right.
"Yo, what's good, homie?"
Marco yelped as he fell on his rear onto the grass below.
He was then greeted to the sight of a girl, standing above him. She wore a tightly fitting cyan tank top and a snug pair of jean shorts. She smiled smugly as a hand on rested on each of her hips. She was around Star's height, but her body was much curvier in comparison. Marco wasn't sure if she was a mewman like Star, but one thing for sure was that she didn't come from Earth. The light milk chocolate skin was normal and her long, messy pink hair could've been dyed, but the cyan horn jutting out of her forehead and her star shaped pupils was nothing that he's ever seen before.
Marco's attention was caught by a gasp from the door. Star stood there, a smile stretching from one heart covered cheek to another.
"Princess Ponyhead!" Star shouted in glee.
"Ayyy, B-Flyyyy!" The girl named Ponyhead replied. Every word from her lips carried with them a ghetto inflection and valley girl rasp.
The two girls shared an embrace as they giggled noisily. The bigger girl parted and then held Star's hand in each of hers.
"Girrrrl! We goin' out tonight!" Ponyhead announced boldly. "You ready to make some ba-a-ad choices?"
"Uh, lemme ask Marco first." Star turned to said man, who was back on his feet and dusting himself off.
"Ohh, hellooo." Ponyhead shuffled up to him, piercing him with half-lidded eyes. "And who's this fine hunk-a man?"
"Uh. Hi?" Marco greeted, discomforted by her suddenly close proximity and her blatantly amorous gaze that moved vertically every second it lingered.
"Ponyhead, meet my best friend and caretaker Marco." Star introduced before turning back to Ponyhead and doing it vice versa. "Marco, best friend, Ponyhead."
"Oh, so this is the Mr. Diaz you've been tellin' me about." The horned girl's eyes briefly widened in surprise, but her smile never wavered. She rubbed a hand along Marco's torso, forcing him to take a step back.
"Mmm. Star's told me all aboutchu." The girl's hand moved to her chin, rubbing it ponderously.
"Has she now?" Marco's eyes darted to Star briefly, who then stood more anxiously unlike five minutes ago.
"Mmmhmmm." Ponyhead hummed flirtatiously. Her eyes never leaving Marco's. "She told me how hot you were and-mmrffff!"
Star laughed nervously as she slapped a hand over her supposedly best friend's mouth, stopping any and all further words.
"Oh Ponyhead. Always such a kidder. Such a joker. A comedian. Hahahaha!"
Marco couldn't help but cock an eyebrow as he looked at the two girls skeptically.
"Anyways, what were you sayin' about going out?" Star reminded.
"Oh dang, you're right." Ponyhead broke completely from her bestie:s grasp. "Tick tock, gurl. Let's partaaayyy!"
"Yeah, Marco!" Star hopped in place as she tugged at the man's wrist. "Let's partaaaay!"
"With her?" Marco pointed at said girl with a thumb. "I dunno Star. I'm getting this "bad influence" kinda vibe from her and we were about to have dinner and-"
Marco's speech froze when Star looked at him with those "impossible to say no to" puppy eyes.
His resolve immediately crumbled. A sigh slipped out of him and his shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Alright fine. I guess it's a Friday, so no harm in being out late. But I'm keeping a close eye on the both of you and neither of you are making any sorta 'bad choices' on my watch. Got it?"
"Yaaayyy!" Star wrapped Marco's torso in a hug. "I promise we'll be good tonight!"
"Speak for yaself, B-Fly. I'ma be wildin' tonight." Ponyhead said.
"Excuse me, how old are you again?" Marco asked.
"Old enough to know what I want. And how to get it." Ponyhead shot back, giving Marco those suggestive eyes yet again. "Anyways, y'all wanna stand here all night or ya'll wanna get our move n groove on?"
"Heck yeah, Ponyhead!" Star affirmed as she held Marco by the arm.
"Dope. Let's go!"
Ponyhead brandished a pair of scissors from the pockets of her jean shorts.
Star gasped at the sight of them. "Dimensional scissors! Aahhh! Jealous!"
The curvy girl spread the blades of the shears apart before bringing them close to the ground. Then they rose as she snipped, a blue tear in the fabric of space materializing before their very eyes.
Marco eyes the magical gateway cautiously. He stood unsure whether he should be excited or wary at what was awaiting before him.
"Wait, we're going to another dimen-"
"C'mon!" Star cried out as she dragged Marco by the arm and pulled them both into the portal. Ponyhead followed close behind.
Marco screamed as he suddenly found himself falling through the air as opposed to his young, feminine companions who giggled like they weren't gonna take a nasty spill onto wherever they'll land.
The man landed hard face first on some kind of hard, yet smooth floor. He felt sprinkles of dirt and dust on his face and he spat as he peeled himself off the solid surface.
He wobbled to his feet, struggling to shake off the ensuing blur of his vision and pounding of his head.
Once he had his wits about him, Marco's eyes began running marathons around his entire surroundings.
All manner of creatures of various shapes, sizes, colors, and anatomies surrounded him. The kind of creatures that he's seen or read about only in sci-fi or fantasy movies and books. They were all gathered in clusters, shaking whatever appendages gave the sign that they were dancing or talking with whatever means they used to communicate.
As Marco studied his surroundings further, he deduced that he was in some kind of nightclub. The floor below him was segmented in equilateral squares that blinked in different colors every few seconds. There was a turn table a short distance away with what appeared to be a robot acting as the establishment's DJ. A disco ball and bright neon colored lights were hanging from... Clouds?
It looked as if this whole club was outdoors. Heck not even just outdoors but it seemed to float upon a cloud itself within the center of a dark endless void.
"Cool place huh?" Star asked as she appeared next to Marco.
"It's... something, alright." Marco remarked as he still tried to process everything his eyes were seeing.
"Yup. Welcome to the Bounce Lounge. My fav place to chill. Just stay away from the edge."
"Wait wha-"
Marco nearly jumped out of his skin when he noticed he was dangerously close to said edge. Below was an endless ocean of metal spikes, where a skeleton in a cap looked to have long since drowned in it.
The man yelped before Star dragged him away from the edge and pulled him towards a photo booth. His racing heart relaxed as the sight of the photo booth brought him an unusual comfort.
"Marco! Photo booth! Photo booth!" Star excitedly shouted. She giggled as she pushed both him, Ponyhead, then herself into the cramped metal box.
Star sat between her two besties as the booth commenced shooting off flashes. Marco quickly joined the two in making weird and comical faces with each pictured snapped. A screen stood before them, going through every manner of filter, caption, and sticker with each photo taken.
"Whoo!" Star cheered. She brought wrapped an arm around each of her friends beside her. "Now... Just you two! A souvenir from the night my besties become besties."
Star zips out of the booth, leaving Marco alone with Ponyhead. His hand hung in the air as he had to deal with how slow he was to stop her from leaving.
"So." Ponyhead began, giving Marco those eyes again. "Guess it's just you and me now huh, big guy?"
"Uh, I guess so." The man couldn't help but be acutely aware of how close they were. Suddenly, the booth felt smaller and he squirmed in discomfort.
Then they both noticed the countdown on the screen before them and the two readied a pose and a smile before the camera snapped another photo.
"I mean," Ponyhead's eyes rolled downwards for a bit before rising back up to meet Marco's. She leans her body against his. Her large breasts were squished against his arm, her creamy dark cleavage in full view. "Being besties is nice'n all. But I think I'd rather be... Besties with benefits?"
"That's... That's not even a thing." Marco said, unable to escape her as she leaned forward more than he leaned back.
"Oh? You wanna make it a thing?" Ponyhead made it sound more like a challenge than a proposal.
The two took another set of photos when the camera flashed three times, and the two were more than ready for them as they smiled and posed instantly without needing the warning on the screen.
"Look, baby." Boundaries were pushed even further when a hand lightly stroked Marco's leg, causing the man to shudder. "This is actually a pretty important night for me. But after seein' you, I think I know a way to make it..."
Ponyhead's face leaned much closer to Marco as it has ever been. His ear was tickled by hot air as she whispered.
"... Unforgettable."
With that, Ponyhead immediately ceased her advances and got right out of the booth. She laughed heartily as her footsteps faded deeper into the nightclub.
The booth flashed another photo, capturing Marco's shaken, slack-jawed face.
As Marco exited the booth, it relieved him to see Star not too far away. She along with Ponyhead were on the dance floor, their forms bathed in the rainbow of neon lights and bodies carried along the rhythm of the blaring music.
"Star!" Marco called out. To which Star took her older, larger friend by the hands and spun him around as deftly as she would with a rag doll.
When Star let go of Marco he ended up bumping directly into Ponyhead's back, both if his arms outstretched on either side of her.
"Ooh, you bold! I like that!" The girl purred before taking each of his hands and placing the flats of his palms on her body. She brought them up, his hands rolling across all her valleys and mounts as she grinded her plump rear against his groin.
With a frightened yelp, he quickly pulled away from her, taking as many steps back as he could.
One foot suddenly went lower and Marco's heart sunk when he realized he was right on the edge again. His arms flailed wildly as he fought to regain his balance.
A hand yanked him back to the safety of the night club. Then he was face to face with a worried Star.
"Marco the edge, remember?" Star chided. "Be careful."
"Star, Ponyhead is coming on to me. Hard." Marco said, while immediately forgetting his brief brush with death just moments prior.
"Yeah, she can get a little..."Star, paused, her eyes bouncing every which way. "... aggressive when she sees a guy she likes."
"Does she do this often?"
"Sometimes. And when that happens while we hang out, she usually leaves me for like... An hour. Or the rest of the night."
Star was abruptly yanked out of view, grabbed by the hand in the strong grip of Ponyhead and brought to a vigorous crowd of dancers. Star immediately got into the groove, lost to the infectious beat of the music and the energy of her fellow party goers. Marco's further calls fell on deaf ears.
Sighing in defeat, Marco sought for some place to sit down and rest. A place like this had to have a bar nearby.
And lo and behold there was. Marco never thought he'd be relieved to find one. He approached the countertop where a creature with a bulbous, octopus-like head with eyes dotting its entire smooth and slimy surface and tentacles fraying from under it cleaned a glass mug.
"What'll ya have?" The Bartender asked in a gurgly, nasally voice.
"Just some water for now."
"No seriously, what'll you have?" The cepholapod creature asked once more.
"I am serious. Water is fine."
The bartender rolled its many eyes before turning towards the shelves filled with all manner of alien beverages and brews that Marco definitely wasn't familiar with. One of them even had an eyeball in it.
The alien server dropped a plastic bottle full of clear water in front of Marco. It was probably the most normal thing he's seen this far.
He twisted the cap off and took several sips of it. He looked back at the dance floor, Star and Ponyhead still having the time of their lives.
"Say, do you card people here?" Marco asked.
"Excuse me?"
"Y'know, check their IDs?"
"For what purpose?"
"To like, y'know." Marco scratched his rugged face. "Check if your patrons are underaged."
"I don't understand. Why does that matter?"
"So it doesn't bother you serving alcoholic drinks to minors?"
"Uh, no? Why would it?"
"Because-" Marco realized that he was in no way, shape or form anywhere near Earth. This was another dimension. Where such laws he was intimately familiar with had no bearing in places such as this. He wondered how many dimensions were out there and what kind of laws and customs they had that differed from Earth.
"Y'know what? Nevermind. Forget I said anything." Marco continued to drink his bottled water in peace.
"Weirdo." The octopus muttered softly before returning to his mug cleaning.
"Yo yo yooo, there's my homie Squeeps!" Marco flinched at the sound of Ponyhead's shrill voice being uncomfortably within earshot. And he started scooting his stool from beyond an arm's length.
"Chillax, I just wanna get a drink. I'm thirsty."
"Yeah, you definitely are." Marco snidely commented. It didn't slip by Ponyhead, who winked flirtatiously in response.
"Ponyhead." Squeeps simply said. "The usual, I presume?"
"You freakin' know it." Ponyhead said in firm approval.
From across the counter, the barkeep slid a mug of something glittery, purple and foamy towards Ponyhead. Marco placed a flat palm in its way before bringing it closer to inspect it. His face scrunched at the overpowering odor of alcohol pervading his nostrils and he didn't even bring it that close to his nose.
"Remind me again how old you are." Marco asked again, keeping the drink further from her.
"Old enough to handle a drink, that's fo sho. Now hand it over." Ponyhead stretched an arm, her fingers closing towards her denied drink.
"I don't feel good about letting someone under my watch drink this much without telling me their age first."
"I'm the same age as Star. Happy now? Now give it here, before I go ghetto on yo ass. I paid good money for that shit."
"Uh, no you didn't." Squeeps interjected. "You didn't even pay for your last dozen tabs."
"Yeah yeah yeah, my daddy's good for it." Ponyhead waved a hand dismissively at the cepholapod before trying to get her drink back. "C'mon, Star's waiting for me back in the floor. I need to get a buzz goin' to keep the party flowin'."
"Pretty sure this would give you more than a 'buzz' "
"It has and it will. Probably not for yo lightweight ass."
"Excuse me?" Marco was taken aback by the insulting comment.
"You heard me. Star told me about that time you blew chunks all over the street."
"I had eight 40 ounces straight." Marco looked dead serious as he spoke.
"Pffft. Yo drank game weeaaak!" She insulted once more. "That's my breakfast, homeboy."
Marco was taken aback for a moment, unable to fathom how someone so young can drink so much.
"You're lying." Marco tried calling her bluff.
The girl walked up to him. Though her face wasn't that close to his, Marco felt a pressure pushing his body away, then his resolve. Ponyhead looked him square in the eye, without the tiniest fragment of doubt or deception on her face.
"Dead. Ass."
Marco blinked. She was pretty convincing. Then he resigned to the fact that he was more responsible for Star than Ponyhead. He slid the drink her way and she caught it in her palm.
"I hope you haven't made Star drink any of this stuff, too."
"Nah, she wouldn't have it the first time. Never offered her another since."
"Good to know she has some sense. And that you didn't pressure her."
"Dang straight. I may be a trashy ho, but at least I care."
Ponyhead was on the verge of bringing the edge of the glass to her lips before lowering it slightly. She looked towards Marco with almost sympathetic eyes.
"Aw heck. Give him a drink, too Squeeps. The 'Special'."
The alien barkeep's many pupils darted between Marco and Ponyhead before turning back to the shelves.
"Wasn't planning on drinking tonight." Marco said. He looked back at Star, still going at it on the dance floor. Drawing the attention of a small crowd who are whooping at her.
"Relax, it ain't even got that much alcohol in it. You'll barely notice it."
"Not much by your standards or mine?"
Ponyhead rolled her eyes. "Man, ya gotta get that stick outcho booty. Like, forreal."
"The heck's that supposed to mean?"
"I'm sayin' ya need to loosen up a little. You're at a club. Act like it."
"I didn't come here to get wasted and be a maniac on the dance floor. I'm chaperoning you and Star."
"Bruh, we don't need to be watched." Ponyhead took a sip of her drink. "Ain't it borin'? Just sittin' on the sidelines and watching everyone else live it up?"
"I don't care. I need to be the responsible adult here." Marco argued back.
"Now it's my turn to ask. How old are you?"
"Old enough to know better." Marco replied, mirroring Ponyhead's sass from before.
The horned humanoid put her drink down on the counter and folded her arms across her well endowed chest. "Real talk, how old are you?"
"I'm 30." Marco answered sincerely. "But I don't see what that has to do with anything."
"30!" Ponyhead yelled like it was some massive revelation. "Dude, you're still in your prime, ain'tcha? And you keep actin' stiff as a board? You a virgin?"
Marco was powerless to stop the redness from taking over his face. The question was so out of left field and so awkward, he was tempted to walk away right then and there but he didn't. Almost like he needed to prove Ponyhead wrong in some way shape or form.
"What... What the heck kinda question is that?! You don't just ask someone something so personal as easily as asking what time it is."
"All signs pointin' to yes." Ponyhead smiled smugly as she took another sip of her drink.
"So what if I am? What difference does it make, anyways?"
"Shows you haven't been livin'." She answered, taking a bigger gulp of her drink that left a noticeable gap in the glass. "Star also told me you were kind of a safe guy."
"I'm. Not. A safe guy anymore." That struck a nerve, forcing Marco to bang a hand on the table.
"Prove it then." Ponyhead challenged.
Just then, the drink she ordered for Marco slid in front of him. It was a fiery red beverage that looked as thick as a smoothie. The foam that topped the mug was mountainous and dripped off the edge. A lone cherry rested at the very top.
"To answer your question from earlier, yeah it's not much by my standards. You decide how you wanna interpret that."
Marco held the drink in his hand turning it every which way as he examined it. It had the same consistency as a smoothie. A red droplet cascaded down the smooth transparent surface and landed on his finger. He gave it a tentative lick. From the taste itself it seemed like it contained the amount of alcohol that is standard for Earth.
Rather than drinking, the mug was placed back onto the counter.
"When's the last time you chased some tail?" Ponyhead asked.
"Uh, what now?"
"Y'know." A smile crept onto Ponyhead's face. "Swiggity Swooty, went after that booty?"
Marco still gawked at her with a puzzled expression.
"When was the last time you tried lookin for a girl?"
"Oh!" Marco's eyes snapped wide in realization. Suddenly, a frown scarred his face and he rested an elbow on the counter while his cheek was on his palm.
"A long time ago." He spoke with sullen reminiscence. "She's far out of my reach now."
"What happened?" Ponyhead shifted closer.
"Doesn't matter." He responded guardedly. "It's just... Too late for me."
"She still kickin'?"
"Yeah."
"She live nearby?"
"Like, a few minutes drive away."
"Married?"
"Single mom."
"Then I think ya still got a chance, playa." Ponyhead sympathetically patted him on the arm.
"Nah." Marco said before finally lifting his drink to his lips. It was sweet with a bit of a spicy tang. He can taste a mix of strawberry and cherry in it. Not bad at all. He took another, much longer sip before letting it rest once more.
"Hmm." Ponyhead hummed as she began toying with her drink. She lightly spun her mug, the contents within swishing around making tiny waves.
"Whaddya think of Star?" She asked.
"Star?" Marco repeated, looking back at said girl who still moved acrobatically across the dance floor. How she didn't even think of taking a break, he may never know. "She's... nice. Energetic. A bit of a handful and can make things a bit too chaotic at times, but... I like having her around."
"You like her?"
"As much as a caretaker and a best friend would, yeah."
"Nah, I mean. Like her." Ponyhead put extra emphasis on the word "like" as if hoping Marco would actually fully understand. Hints of wariness danced across his face.
"Uh, I hope you're not suggesting what I think you are."
"Could be." She said coyly, taking another casual drink. "If you think I'm suggesting that you... Go for it. Then yeah, you right. You right."
"I have no business trying to court someone I'm supposed to take care of."
"You ain't got no business actin' how you actin' right now."
"Acting like what?"
"Acting like you don't got it goin' on."
"The heck are you even-"
"C'mon, didn't you notice how the ladies in the club be turning their heads on
you when you walk by?" Ponyhead pointed out.
"So what? They've probably never seen a human before."
"More like, they ain't never seen a fine ass piece of man like you." Ponyhead took another swig before continuing. "You're too good looking to be lackin' in confidence, boo."
Marco was about to reply before Star popped up right in between them.
"Heeeyyy, how my besties doiiing?" Star asked as she brought each of them closer. She smiled as her eyes darted between them.
"S'all good, B-Fly. Me n' Marco just chillin' n' chattin'."
"Yeah it's... It's alright I guess." The man said dryly.
"Ooh, I'm so glad you guys are hittin' it off! My besties are already besties!" Star hopped in place as she spoke. Then she turned to her girl friend. "Yo Pony, when you gettin' back out there?"
"In a bit, girl. Just lemme get my drank on first."
"Cool! Catch ya on the floor, boo!"
"Star, you're not tired yet?"
"Nope! Night's still young and I didn't even break a sweat yet! See ya later!" Star waved at her besties as she skipped away back to the floor, resuming her erratic energetic motions.
"Yo, can I pop your cherry?" Ponyhead asked.
"What!?" Marco yelled, his eyes widening.
"I meant the one on your drink, Casanova." Ponyhead pointed out.
"Oh." The man's tense shoulders slumped in relief as he slid his glass closer to the girl.
She pinched the cherry by the long pit before dropping it in her mouth. Rather than eat it outright, she seemed to be swishing it, her cheeks puffing then deflating one by one.
After a few seconds, Ponyhead's lips parted to reveal the cherry now had it's pit tied in two knots. Marco wasn't sure whether he should be impressed or concerned.
The audible squish of the cherry being crushed between teeth rung out in the air. Ponyhead looked at Marco longingly as some red juice leaked from between her lips.
As if her cherry pit tying skills weren't enough, Ponyhead exhibited a speed that went beyond Marco's sight as he didn't immediately register the feeling of her hands on his cheeks and her lips smashed into his own.
The torn, juicy pieces of the cherry passed between their mouths, the sickeningly sweet taste conquering Marco's taste buds while Ponyhead conquered his tongue.
When the man tried to raise his hands to push her away, his arms strained to raise as if heavy weights were tethered to them. His vision blurred slightly and he felt his own temperature rising at an abnormal rate.
When they finally parted, Marco nearly fell off his stool before catching himself on the counter. He felt lightheaded and woozy.
"What..." Marco struggled to say, a strange, alien feeling overtaking his body hitting him in waves. "...did you just do to me?"
"Whoa Marco. You ain't lookin' so good." Ponyhead remarked facetiously. She shined a lecherous smile. "How bout we bring you to the bathroom? Bein' out here ain't doin' you any favors."
Ponyhead took Marco by the arm, letting him lean on her as she escorted him to the nearest bathroom.
As they moved past the dancing, mingling crowd, a few cast their gazes their way. Some knowing and smiling. Others knowing and gasping.
"There she goes with another one." One patron said.
"Damn. She looks like she has it bad this time." Another one said. "Worse than with the others."
Once the two pushed through the door, Ponyhead took a moment to turn the slender knob until the lock clicked into place.
Marco was propped against the tiled wall across the door, as he stood between a pair of arms barring him from escape.
"Hope you enjoyed that drink and that cherry, boo." Ponyhead's voice was low, as if to stroke something primal within her captive. "That cherry is special, y'know. Grown in the Amora Dimension."
"What... Did it do to me?" Marco's head was still reeling from the effects of his drink and the dizzying heat brought a layer of sweat over every inch of his skin. His head felt so fuzzy, he had to think about breathing to do it.
"Well... When the juices of the cherry mix with two peoples' spit, it triggers a kinda. What's the word? Athena... Achilles... Olympus, something-somethin'."
"Aph...phrodisiac." Marco's inner scholar pierced through the dense cloudiness of his senses to correct her.
"Yeah, that. Makes you horny as hell." She says as she hugs her body tightly against his, her full breasts squishing to his chest. "As for the drink itself, well... Let's just say you won't be sleepin' tonight."
Marco's gaze was captured in her exposed cleavage. Then freely traveled the rest Ponyhead's body. Her wide hips looked tempting to grab onto as did her plump ass which jiggled even beneath her tight jean shorts.
The man couldn't stop his hands from holding her by the waist, then traveling to her rear, which he could barely grasp the entirey of. He traveled lower, her velvety, bountiful thighs tingling his fingers to the touch as the flesh yielded to his soft squeezes.
"Mmm, you like that, don't you, baby?" Ponyhead cooed as she unzipped Marco's hoodie, his grey shirt slowly peeking into view. Hungrily, she dug her hands under his shirt. Marco seemed sensitive to her touch as they felt like tiny shockwaves across his skin.
"Ssstop... No..." He slurred in spite of his own actions.
Ponyhead whistled in amazement as her fingers slid across the solid crevasses of the man's abdominals. "Jackpot."
While one hand gently caressed his stomach, the other one roamed towards his black jeans, along his thighs. It was then that Marco became hyper aware of what lied throbbing beneath his trousers when her squeeze forced a feeling he hasn't felt and a sound he hasn't made in years.
"Ooh boy. Exactly what I expected." Ponyhead said as she licked her lips.
Part of Marco knew that he shouldn't be feeling what he felt, but the way Ponyhead rubbed him just felt good. Bordering on addicting even.
Their lips crashed once more. Marco reciprocated the desire this time around, too entrenched in the way his loins were being worked and the embers of a once thought dormant libido being stoked. The better part of his mind loudly urged him to get out while he still could, but the needs of his body were louder.
The dark skinned girl's knees bent until she was squatting. Her face was level with Marco's crotch as she stared lustfully at the tent he was pitching. She gave him a few more rubs along his jeans, causing him to squirm and shudder. A hand pinched the zipper of his fly before slowly descending.
Their hearts nearly jumped out of their throats when the door was blown off its hinges. Said door struck the wall next to them with a masked man in a suit embedded into it. There was a wide hole in his chest that revealed innards made of metal, wires and electricity.
The two looked outside and saw Star fighting off a group of the same kind of masked man. She fired spell after spell at them, pushing them back as best as she could.
"Star?!" Marco shouted out. Witnessing her surrounded once more, his senses cleared and he sprung into action.
However, his body was still under the effects of the Aphrodisiac and he tripped over his jellied legs.
When he peeled his face off the bathroom floor he was suddenly hit with a splash of ice cold water. He instantly regained control over his body, the burning in his skin and the weakness in his limbs no longer ailing him.
"C'mon, Marco!" Ponyhead urged as she helped him back to his feet. "We gotta backup our bestie!"
"Who the heck are those guys?" Marco asked.
Ponyhead sighed before answering, looking out of the bathroom in sorrow. "They're here for me."
"What? Whaddya mean?"
"Just... C'mon!"
The two bolted out the door barreling towards where Star held off the group of masked robot men.
"Hey, creeps!" Ponyhead yelled out, grabbing their attention. "Y'all lookin' for me? Here I am!"
"There she is!" One of them shouted. "Get her!"
Soon, a group of them stopped attacking Star and went straight for Ponyhead and Marco.
When one got within punching distance the Karate master Judo flipped the assailant onto his back before immediately shutting him down with a punch through the chest.
"Whoa, brutal." Ponyhead remarked as she shot a blast of pink energy towards one robot man, blowing his mechanical head off. "Damn sure can handle yourself.
"Eh. Not my first rodeo." Marco said as he grabbed the arm of one robot, chopped it clean off then used the severed arm as a club to swing the same foe's head clean off.
"Well then, let's ride 'em cowboy!" She yelled in excitement as she grabbed another masked man by he head, pierced her horn straight through his metal skull and shot energy at another behind him.
Nearby, Star still kept a wand leveled towards any nearby masked man, shooting spell after spell.
"Raspberry Ribbon Lasso!" She shouted as a pinkish red energy burst from her wand in the form of a tethering rope that tied around the ankles of one robot before he swung every which way, used as a weapon against his metallic brethren.
Ponyhead at some point got too careless as one masked robot grabbed her and lifted her off her feet.
"Let. Go! You! Mother!" Before her insult was complete, she was tossed to the ground, surrounded by more masked men.
That was, until Marco and Star cleared out a few of them that were too close. Now the human and mewman stood in front of her, ready to retaliate the moment they drew near.
"It's alright Ponyhead, we're here." Star said as she kept her wand stretched out.
"Yeah, we got your bu-er, back." Marco stuttered, trying to shake off those thoughts from earlier in the bathroom.
"LILACIA PONYHEAD." A deep, authoritative voice thundered thoughout the club. It prompted all the robots to freeze in their tracks. Ponyhead shook with a fear that Marco would never have thought to see from a girl like her.
"Is that..." Star paused, lowering her Wand.
A crowd of masked men that were once closely clustered, parted as someone else walked from between them. It was a heavy set, purple haired, purple bearded man with a royal robe patterned in pastel colors. Shiny jewelry swung from a chain around his neck and stuck out of rings on his fingers. And of course, you can't forget that crown on his head which announces all in close proximity that he owns and runs a kingdom.
"Uhhh..." Marco was stunned to meet royalty for a second time since he met Star's parents.
"Hello, daddy." Ponyhead softly greeted as she exhibited a meek, docile side that Marco also never would have thought she'd be capable of.
"Hello Princess." King Ponyhead greeted warmly, yet his face was firm and bared a hint of annoyance to it.
"Uh, what's he doing here?" Star asked with a whisper.
"It's the end of the line for me, B-Fly." Ponyhead looked back at Star with sorrow. "But at least I got to live it up for one last night."
"One last night?" Star cocked an eyebrow, confused. "For what?"
"Before ya girl's gettin' locked up in St. O's."
The mewman princess's eyes and mouth gaped as she gasped in sheer horror at the utterance of what sounded like a cursed name.
"Not St. Olga's Reform School for Wayward Princesses!?"
"Bingo." Ponyhead confirmed. "I'ma be tossed in the big house. But honestly, I done it to myself."
"Oh relax, cupcake." King Ponyhead spoke with shaky assurance. "It's reform school, not jail. Sure, it has the inner workings of one like high, impenetrable walls, security towers, searchlights, armed guards, etc. But not jail."
"Oh Ponyhead, I'm gonna miss you!" Star pulled the bigger girl into her arms for a hug, to which she reciprocated. One of Star's hands let go before pulling Marco into the hug while yelling "huuugs!"
"Alright, princess." One Masked Man spoke as he brought Ponyhead's hands behind her back and cuffed them together.
"Easy man, watch those cuffs." She protested before being dragged away.
"Bye Ponyhead!" Star shouted as she waved. "I'll try to call ya as much as I can!"
"See ya when ya get out, Ponyhead." Marco said as he waved as well.
"Hey, Marco." Ponyhead stopped for a moment, turning to the man in question.
"Yeah?"
"When I get out," A doubtless smile crossed her lips. "we should pick up where we left off earlier."
Marco couldn't react except with anxiety at her words and the thoughts of the events prior to her being taken away.
With one last flirty wink, Ponyhead is pushed through an open portal. The remaining masked men followed suit.
"You!" Marco jumped upon hearing the King address him so accusingly. He gulped, his mind racing with every prayer in the book for his own life.
"Ye-yes, Your Majesty?" Marco nervously answered. He audibly sweat bullets as his scared eyes met with the king's full of anger.
"Zip up your fly, boy! You look ridiculous!"
Relief washed over Marco as the king scoffed and made his leave through the portal. It closed behind him a second later.
"She took you to the bathroom, didn't she?" Star asked out of nowhere.
"Wha-" Marco was caught off guard by the question. Though he couldn't lie to her. She must've noticed they weren't at the bar anymore. "Yeah. She did."
"I mean." Star dragged her foot along the floor back and forth. "I was hoping you two would get close, but not that close!"
"Nothing really happened if that's what you're thinking."
"You sure?" Star raised a doubtful eyebrow. "Because Ponyhead likes to... 'get it on' for a while."
"Positive." Marco affirmed, the truth bright in his eyes.
"Ok. Good." Star smiled, seemingly pleased with his answer.
"By the way, we're stuck here, aren't we?" Marco pointed out.
"Not in the least bit." Star denied as she snipped the pair of dimensional scissors.
"Oh thank goodness." Marco wiped a brow in relief.
"Now we can go anywhere we want! Anywhere in the entire universe!"
"You know what Star?" Marco rubbed a chin ponderously as he juggled the infinite possibilities in his head. "I think I know just the place."
...
After a long night of eating nachos and going through a movie marathon, Star and Marco ended up falling asleep on the couch. The TV was the only source of light in the living room and an empty, crumb filled bowl sat lonely on the coffee table.
Marco was stroking Star's hair as she laid on his chest and wound her arms around him tightly. The man yawned himself awake, his eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the light.
"Mari..." He called out groggily as he tapped her head. "Sis, it's late. We gotta. Getcha in bed."
Star stirred and groaned in protest but refused to move. It was then Marco realized that it was Star that was hanging onto him the whole time.
"Oh." He said to a sleeping room.
"Mrrrr. Nooo..." Star murmured in her sleep, clamping onto her caretaker even harder. "My... My Mmmarco... You can't have... Get away... Pony..."
Marco blinked. He wasn't sure whether he should find this adorable or worrying. Either way, he didn't have the heart to wake her up. So he laid back down and closed his eye. Once he fell back asleep, his hands started idly running through her golden locks again.
Star purred in delight.