SVTFOE (SkyXAnon) Chapter 12: Skyfall (LEWD)

Chapter 12: Skyfall

>You are Anon, and you are one dead motherfucker. You stare into the eyes of your new lover, trying to figure out a way to explain all of this before shit went south. And from the bewildered look on Sky’s face, it was about to go south soon. And not in a good way.
>”Wow…”
>Fuck! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! HOLY SHIT, IT’S OVER. YOU’VE GONE AND BLOWN THE WHOLE THING! There has to be some way to stop this from happening. There’s gotta be some excuse she’ll believe right? Say it was an accident? Pretend you’re having an aneurysm? Anything is better than sitting here like an idiot!
Wait, Sky, please listen to me, I totally promise, it's not what it seems. It's not what it seems at all!
>“Good one, Anon! That sounded convincing! Which part did you think seems out of the ordinary? The part where you buried your head into the crook of my neck and screamed out my little sister’s name like, 4 different times while you violently ejaculated from hotdogging me? Or did I miss something?”
I…i…i…!
>”Hahaha! I knew you were a freak the second I met you Anon! I swear, us Butterflies have a second sense for that. We always find the weirdos.”
Sky! I swear to… whatever Gods you have in Mewni, I’m not a creep! I just… it’s just that-
>”Oh! C’mon Anon! There’s literally no way you can explain yourself out of this. You wanna wrap my little sister around that big hard pole huh? Feel her tight little young body milk you for every last drop?”
What!? NOT AT ALL! N-NO! Sky!
>”Don’t be such a prude. I know you wanna take the grand tour of her “royal chamber”. Ohhhhh… I know why! It’s because she’s the ACTUAL pretty princess. No time in exile for her, huh? No being the black sheep of the family, no shunning, no awkward glances walking around the lower kingdom, that’s quite the package deal huh? What else, she’s the heir to the throne, that’s a big one...”
No... No! NO! PLEASE SKY! It's not that at all! I just...I just!
>”Ohh, that’s it. I got it. You dog, you wanna fill her up with man gasoline don’t ya? Put a bun in the oven? Thinking of becoming King Anon huh? Do I hear wedding bells?”
>She’s setting you up to knock you down, she has to be. The second you agreed, the second you slipped up, she was going to pounce on you like a ruthless monster, break every last bone in your body, and gut you like the fish out of water you are! This was NOT GOOD! You had to find a way out. Maybe you could wrap her in your bed sheets and make a run for it. Yea! And you could smack her real hard over the head with a blunt object so she couldn’t get up! It may be your only ticket out of this mess. You quickly glance over to the desk in search of something to bludgeon her with, just in case, but you find nothing but candy bar wrappers and empty plastic soda bottles. Fuck.
>”I knew you were into her before I got here you know. You don’t think Star told me the way you look at her sometimes? Yep, her big sis had to clue her in about why you couldn’t even form words around her when she wore certain outfits. The ones with… a little more shoulder than usual? Heheh! And I also explained why her dirty clothes seem to go missing sometimes. You know... so you can huff them and indulge in her sweet, girly scent? You’re such a pervert Anon. You probably have a whole stash of her panties and socks behind your bed don’t you? You ever take em right after she gets home from all that monster fighting and adventuring? Ohhhh yeaaa, they probably smell soooo good to a sick little puppy like you!”
WHAT!? N-no! I-i’ve never! P-please! Just listen to me!
>Sky inches closer to you, slowly sliding herself along the bed as she simultaneously pulls her dress back on. She gives you her best seductive look, her eyes never breaking contact with yours as she accentuates each word with husky little whispers under her breath.
>”Yeaaahhhh, I bet you fantasize about her slipping into your room one night and wrapping her cute, warm little lips around your “friend” huh? Ever wanted to get acquainted with the back of her throat? I know you wanna hear her gasping for air; Gaze down at the eyeliner dripping down her cheeks. Huh Anon? Huh? Hahahhah!”
>Why is she laughing? Why isn’t she taking this seriously!? Does she really not care? Is this girl just as fucked up as you are? Or are you about to face an untimely death?
>Your eyes drift to the door again, feeling unsure if you should attempt to flee; eager to avoid the torrent of pain that was about to be unleashed upon you.
>”What’s with that face Anon? Are you scared? Scared I’m gonna tell her how bad you wanna pick her up, bend her over and pork her over every little piece of furniture in the house? How you wanna sneak up in her room and wake her up with a nice warm mouthful of man? I bet she’d let you do it too, that little minx. C’mon, you’ve seen her suck on that wand, just imagine that hot, wet little tongue lapping up and down on your “big guy” instead. I bet she’d look deep into your eyes, swirl her tongue around the tip-”
Sky!
>”Push her face into those big, musky balls, take a nice deep sniff-”
EWW! FOR FUCK’S SAKE! SKY!
>”C’mon Anon, just look at my face. Yea that’s right, just like your pretty little Star. Think about how good it would feel blowing a thick, creamy load of boy custard on her tongue. Mmmmmm.”
>Sky raises two of her fingers, freshly covered with some leftovers she scooped off your bedsheets. She gently rubs them across her tongue, leaving sticky, pearly white strands that dribble down the side of her lips and onto her chin.
>”yaahh, juhhs lihk thaht. Mmmm. Yum. You taste really good Anon, remind me to have some more later?? Hahahaha.”
>More? Later? What exactly was transpiring here? You still can’t believe this is going as well as it seems it is. For one thing, you’re still alive. But no! This is too weird! Surely this was all a trap still, right?
OK, hold up, Sky. That’s super hot, and I mean SUPER hot, and I kind of want to continue down this path we’re on here sooo bad right now. But there’s something bothering me, I just don’t understand, Sky…
>”Understand what?”
You! You’re not mad at me or anything? I just screamed out your sister’s name during sex and you’re just sitting here JOKING ABOUT IT?
>”What? No? Why would I be mad at you? I’m just messing with you dude! So what if you’ve got the hots for my princess sister’s little princess! I can’t say I blame you, we’re both like… so totally the same and stuff. Nothing really different about us at all! Except well, you know.”
REALLY NOW.
>”Yes, really. It’d be kinda hypocritical of me to be mad at you for that. I mean, we do look extremely similar.”
You know, I’ve been meaning to ask you about that.
>Sky’s face contorts, signalling her displeasure.
>”Uhh...Uhhm, well...”
>It seems that Sky’s seemingly occupied with looking anywhere but at your eyes again.
Is there a reason why you two are somehow four years apart in age, yet almost identical? Well, besides the hair stripe and all that stuff.
>”Ahaahaa! Magic, Anon! That’s like, the answer to everything!”
What? Magic?
>”Yea! Magic. You ever seen any of my family photos and murals at the castle and stuff?”
Uhh… no? I’ve never been there.
>”Oh yea, of course not. Well, if you DID, you’d see that uhh… sometimes… Butterfly women sometimes have the same cheekmarks! And stuff. And the reason is just magic. Magic, Anon! T-thats how it works. And that’s how it goes in the magical land of Mewni! Things are magic. Yada yada yada. ”
Are you basically saying you don’t gotta explain shit?
>”Well… it’s actually the reason though. Magic. For realizies!”
Damn… well, that’s kinda underwhelming. Why do Mewmans have the most boring explanations for stuff?
>”PUH! How dare you? I’ll show you underwhelming you little Humie!”
>Sky tries to lunge toward you in another attempt to pin you to your bed, but she slips on the bedsheets and sends her head careening into yours.
*CLUNK*
Ow! What the fuck Sky! OWWWWW! HOLY SHIT! Who headbutts someone like that? Seriously? FUCK! That really, REALLY hurt!
>”Oh crap! SORRY! I completely slipped! I’m soooo sorry Anon! Are you ok? Are you bleeding?”
I don’t think so, I don’t know! Shit that stings! Fucking christ, Sky, I think you shook my brain stem or something. How the hell did you even slip like that!?
>”Ohh, umm… cum?”
What? CUM?
>”It was an accident, ok!? I slipped on cum. Look at this bed and tell me you CAN’T accidentally slip on cum Anon. There’s barely any place NOT to slip on it”
Whoa... Holy hell!
>”You know what Anon, people have slipped on cum before, alright? This isn’t a new thing. Cum is slippery. People can slip on it. These sorts of things happen, like, all the time!”
No, damn it! I’m talking about the stupid bed! Look at it, we soaked the shit out of it!
>And soaked it you did, what lies before you is a drenched pile of bedding that’s wet in more places than it’s dry.
>”Wowww, we really did soak it. It’d kinda be impressive if it wasn’t so gross. Such a cold, wet, slimy mess. Eeeeew.”
Didn’t you just scoop some of that into your mouth a minute ago?
>”Y-yea but…that was different!”
Oh noooo! NOOO! I forgot! I didn’t even put on a mattress cover the last time I changed my sheets!
>”What? Really? I’m a total pig and even I do that! Are you serious!?”
>You rush to pry up the sheets before the rest of your love juices set into the mattress...annndddd... It’s ruined.
OH MY GOD! SKYYY! HOW DID YOU EVEN PHYSICALLY MANAGE TO SQUIRT THAT MUCH!?
>”Oh come on, you’re seriously asking how? Do you want a recap?”
Uggh! Just hurry and help me pick these sheets up!
>”You got it big guy! One Butterfly brand sheet removal service coming right up!”
>Sky rudely pushes you out of the way as she grabs at your soiled sheets, her dress threatening to slip off of her again as she aggressively wrestles them off of your bed.
Hey! Not so rough, you’re gonna rip them!
>”I thought you liked it rough Anon?”
Oh ha-ha, very funny. Now let’s get this into the slop sink before-
>”Eeeew! OH CRAP! ANON! IT’S DRIPPING ON THE CARPET!! What do we do!? WHAT DO WE DO!?”
PUT IT BACK DOWN!
>”AHHH!! WHERE?! WHERE DO I PUT IT BACK DOWN?”
THE BED! ON THE BED!
>”Great, now my dress is covered in love liquid. Uh oh!”
Uh oh? Uh oh what!?
>”Well, we might of… sorta accidentally spilled it all over YOUR clothes too! It was both of our fault really, haha... You know, it was kind of a bad idea to throw them on the floor like that, Anon.”
OH COME ON!
>”We already did. On your clothes that is.”
HEY! DON’T YOU DARE GRIN LIKE THAT! YOU FUCKING STOP THAT SHIT RIGHT NOW!
>”AAAAAHHAHAHAHA! You should see your face!”
Whelp…my whole mattress is completely ruined. That’s fine! This is all fine! I’ll just buy a new one with all the money I don’t have! Problem solved!
>”Yea...Wow. That’s A LOT of girl goulash. Sorry, you really got me all riled up Anon, I couldn’t help it!”
God damn it Sky! Its like you poured a gallon of woman water directly onto my bed! Are you sure you didn’t accidentally piss or something?
>”WHAT!? NO, IT’S NOT PISS YOU JERK! What kind of question is that to ask!?”
>You dig your fingernails into your head, your mind racked with frustration as this “sticky” situation continues to unfurl before you.
Soooo… You think Rafael would find out if I used his wet and dry vac to clean up clam and cream casserole? No, that’s a stupid question. That’d just get me evicted and possibly killed. But how are we gonna clean this mess up!?
>”Beats me. Wish I had that stupid wand right about now.”
Oh yea! I KNOW! Can’t you guys like… Dip in or something?
>”Dip in? What now?”
You know, dip, double dip or some crap like that?
>”You mean, down, Anon, dip down?”
Yes! That was it, dip down. Can’t you like, cast a spell like that or something?
>”You want me to dip down?”
Yes ma’am.
>”Dip down?”
Correct.
>”Let me get this straight.”
Sure.
>”You want me to dip down…”
Yeessss?
>”Become a literal living conduit of magical energy...”
Yep!
>”Focus that energy without the aid of any focusing crystal, no wand, no staff...”
I guess?
>”And then cast a highly advanced magical spell... to clean baby broth out of your mattress?”
Jeeze, well, uhh, when you put it like that actually...
>”Oh Yea! OK! Sure, I’ll get right on that, Anon. Let me just go ahead and use up my very scarce, super limited amount of magic energy to clean coital cream off of your bed in the middle of the night! Sounds like a plan!”
Alright, Alright! I get it! You don’t have to rub it in. I don’t know squat about magic, ok?
>You take another look at your bed, and a tiny glance under it, surprised that it’s not literally dripping from your little love fest.
*sigh*, I’m such an idiot Sky. I’m sorry, I totally ruined the mood. I probably look like one big dumbass don’t I?
>”Uhh Anon?”
No Sky, don’t sugarcoat this, I’m a fuckup. We don’t even have a place to sleep now and it's past midnight! I mean, sure, how was I supposed to know you were a world class squirter? Really though, that was pretty impressive. If squirting was an olympic sport, I’d agree to be your coach and we could start our journey to win the gold medal! Hell, if I didn’t have to sleep in it, I’d have congratulated you! But I still blame myself. Yep, somehow, some way, this is my fault. It always is! I should have seen this coming.
>”No dingus, not that! You’re getting more than just spooge all over your carpet!”
Huh? Wat.
>”Oooh, jeeze. I really hope we don’t need to visit a hospital for that. Oh yea, ok. Let’s get you a towel or something, like, RIGHT NOW.”
AWWW-WHAT!?



>After reluctantly dragging a soaking wet (And now probably bloody) set of sheets across the basement floor and into the washing machine, you and Sky have migrated just outside of your room next to a conveniently located slop sink. The slop sink was just one of the fantastic amenities of the Diaz family laundry area under the basement stairs. You know, the sink you’ve totally never drunkenly pissed in when everyone else was asleep? Oh, wait, forget about that.
>”Would you just hold still?”
It’d be easier to hold still if you wouldn’t keep pressing on it so hard! That hurts you know!
>”That’s what you’re supposed to do dummy! It’s not my fault you bleed so much!”
Oh man, I’m getting queasy. Please, don’t let me see that towel, I don’t even wanna know how much blood I lost.
>”Oh c’mon. Don’t be such a lil’ baby. It's just a giant bloody gash on your forehead. No biggie. Lucky for you, I know my way around a wound, Anon.”
Yea well, girls like you would know about bleeding wounds... and gettin… uhh, blood on their bedsheets. Yea.
>”Oh wow, good one dude. Waaait a second... Did you just call my vagina a wound?”
Maybe. But-OWWWW! SKY!!
>”If you weren’t busy bleeding all over me I’d punch you right now!”
HEY! You’re supposed to kiss it to make it better, not punch it!
>”Your wound, or your little boy pride?”
I hate you.
>”Hehehe. Just be happy I still have some of this “Dr. Drago’s Magical Fantastical Wound Ointment”, or otherwise we’d be spending the night in one of those weird earth hospitals.”
>Sky pulls out small silver and purple tube of the aforementioned stuff. It’s got a dragon dressed as doctor on the front, flashing you a wink, a toothy smile, and a money back guarantee that they’ll replace a limb free of charge if this product causes adverse reactions. Wait... WHAT!?
What do they mean by “adverse reactions”! This isn’t gonna hurt right?
>”Oh relax, this stuff’s harmless! Well, to most living creatures, anyway. What? Don’t give me that look in your eyes, it works on Mewmans without any problems, I’m sure it’d work on you little Humies just fine.”
Stop calling me that you racist!
>”Ok now, I know it’s hard, but try to ignore how strong this smells.”
Really? It can’t be that bad- Oh GOD! WHAT IN… HOLY SHIT, that stuff smells awful Sky! It smells like an interdimensional bus station bathroom next to an acetone factory ! What the fuck is in it?
>”Cheap medical care. Now close your mouth. And your nose. And your eyes. Pretty much anything you have on your face, just close it.”
Can I have a real answer before you put that stuff on my body please? What is it?
>Sky pauses her life saving treatment momentarily to shoot you a deadpan stare.
>”Trust me, you don’t want to know. If that’s your reaction to me taking the cap off, I’m sure as heck not telling you what’s in this.”
Aww c’mon, it can’t be THAT bad!
>”No, seriously, I’m not telling you. Now don’t move a muscle when I’m doing this ok? I don’t feel like trying to get this out of my clothes, this stuff stains like crazy on fabric.”
>Sky squeezes the tube into the palm of her hand, and it yields the most beautiful, glittery paste like substance you’ve ever seen in your life (not that you’ve seen many of note, actually, but you’re sure this is one of them). It looked like an endless shimmering galaxy of purples, blues, greens, and teals. Like a swirling, glittery universe oscillating brilliantly in the palm of her hand. A really, REALLY stinky, fetid type of universe. One that reeked of what you assume was a fresh steaming pile of Dr Drago’s dragon dung mixed with the finest of artisanal anal vinegars.
Wow! I-it’s beautiful...too bad it smells like pure unfiltered asshole. *Eech* Wait! EWW! I can taste it in the air! Ohhhh ok. Yep, that’s turning my stomach all right. J-just a moment.
>Sky brings it closer to your face in a hurried fashion, desperate to get the worst over with quickly.
*aack*! Oh god! No! Get it away! I’m gonna puke. Wait! *Hhuurgh*… No! Give me a second!
>”UGGH! STOP BEING A BIG BABY! Let me just apply this stuff on you ok? I don’t like how it smells either, but it sure beats your mom staring down at you with absolute disdain in her cold, dead eyes for coming home with half your shin torn off.”
That sounds… oddly personal.
>“HEY! JUST KEEP YOUR HOLES CLOSED BUDDY! The hospital that treats this type of poisoning is way worse than any stuffy Earth hospital you can imagine.
>You comply with Sky’s demands, bracing for the sickeningly smelly salve to make contact your skin, silently hoping that it’s putrid stench couldn’t get in through your ears.
>”That’s right. There ya go, good boy. It's funny, actually. You get used to this stuff over the years. Kinda like a tolerance to it.”
>Sky takes her time to carefully rub the foul paste into your wound, despite your constant protests bookended by necessary gasps for air pockets not tainted with stinky “medicine” farts (even though there were none). You mentally prepare yourself for the worst. At first, there’s a slight tingling sensation followed by a weird headache that makes your head buzz with what you dearly hope is magic. You expect it to get worse, to the point of it becoming excruciatingly painful, but the feeling quickly dissipates within a few short moments. Really? Is that it?
>”Annnd...there! See Anon! All better!”
>Sky pulls you up over to the slop sink so you can look in the mirror, and to your surprise, the wound has completely vanished.
Wow! Disgusting, but effective. I like it. Also, what kind of person puts a mirror next to a slop sink?
>”Who knows, maybe the same type of person to install wall to wall carpeting in a basement?”
Good point. Yea… so, we’re gonna need to shampoo these rugs before everyone gets back. Otherwise it’s gonna smell like a seafood restaurant down here.
>”Oh shut up, will you! I get it already.”
Heh, sorry.
>”Let’s just uhh, let's remember to get rid of this towel. I’m pretty sure this thing would be considered a biohazard now.”
Wait… where’s the other one?
>”What other one?”
The one you used to wash off all that spunk off of you?
>”Oh uhh… that towel”
No. You’re kidding.
>”Uhhh.”
Did you seriously use the same towel? YOU WERE TREATING MY WOUND WITH A CUM RAG?
>”NO! Well… Yes?”
Oh my god! WHAT THE FUCK SKY?!
>”Hey, I’m sure it was sterile… enough. Look on the bright side, at least you don’t actually need serious medical treatment or anything! Haahaaaa.”
>She gives you the biggest puppy dog eyes she can, trying to ease your anger with her cute, pouty lips.
*Sigh*
You and your sister get away with murder because you’re both so adorable. You must know that by now, right?
>”I thought it was the size of the castle coffers, actually”
P-hh...p-haha...hah....hahahaha!!!
>”Heh...hehehe….Bahahahhaaaaaaa!!!”
>You can’t help but break out into laughter, this situation, paired with your unusually comfortable banter, was just too comical to bear.
>”Haaahhahahah! You had cum-blood on your face!”
HEY! I THOUGHT WE WERE LAUGHING ABOUT THE COFFERS JOKE! YOU BITCH!
>The look on Sky’s face was of pure joy. It was hard to be angry with her. In fact, you’re just happy she forgave you for your little “mishap” earlier. Her smile was so infectious, and the way she treated your wound reminded you of a mother’s touch, gently tending to her child's needs with utmost care. It felt oddly pleasant for her to take care of your injuries, and in a way, it stirred something deep in you at the thought of her mothering your children. W-wait, no! God, you’re a fucking cringelord, you just met this girl two days ago!
>”Ohh Anon… you’re so much fun to hang out with.”
I know, it's hard to believe we’ve only known each other for a couple days.
>”*sigh*...”
Hey, are you ok?
>”Huh? Oh um, yea. I’m ok. I’m just getting sleepy is all.”
Oh… well, this load of laundry isn’t gonna be done for at least another hour. Wanna kill some time?
>”Didn’t we have to clean up all that stuff upstairs?”
Yeaaaa… I don’t really care right now though.
>”What? Am I dreaming, aren’t you supposed to be the responsible one?”
What? No? I’m no Marco. And you’re no Star, for that matter.
>“What? I totally am a Star, screw you!”
Prove it.
>”Oh, it’s ON, you don’t challenge Sky Butterfly and get to walk away, big guy.”
>Sky’s eyes shiftily dart around the room as she paces about, looking for something to serve as an appropriate challenge.
>”Ah-hah! Check out this sweet boombox!”
Uhh, wait, Sky, I think that’s Raphael’s!
>”So what? I’m just gonna borrow it for a second!”
Mayyybe that’s not the best idea Sky… what are you doing?
>”Come on, let's go upstairs. Uhh, show me where Star’s room is again?”
Wouldn’t Star not like us going in her room when she’s not around? Is it even safe? I’ve always thought that the whole place was booby trapped.
>”Whaaaaat? No way! She wouldn’t care if her big sis needed something from her room! C’mon, I think she has something of mine that we can both enjoy.”
Oh? She does huh? I like how you didn’t answer the part about there being booby traps. And you better be careful with that boombox. I don’t ever wanna see Raphael angry again. That shit was scarier than any dimension hopping I’ve ever done, hands down.
>”LAST ONE UPSTAIRS IS A LITTLE BABY BOY!”
Hey, HEY! SLOW DOWN WITH THAT THING! I’M NOT KIDDING SKY! OK, MAYBE YOU ARE A STAR! HEY! STOP RUNNING! SKY!!! LET ME AT LEAST PUT SOME CLOTHES BACK ON YOU CRAZY BITCH!

>Your attempts to catch up with Sky were in vain. Damn was that girl fast. She stands there at the top of the living room staircase, boombox in hand, looking down at you with a judgemental smile plastered across her face.
>”Are you seriously out of breath already, baby boy?”
*Huff* fuck *wheeze* off!
>”We gotta get your stamina up big guy. Lucky for you, I know a couple ways we could do that and have some fun at the same time.”
Monster fighting?
>”Uhh… yea, we’ll go with that...”
>You finally make it up to the second floor, ignoring Sky’s shit eating grin as you casually walk past her.
You can tell which one of these is Star’s room right? I mean, it literally SAYS “Star’s room, boys allowed” yada yada yada.
>”Boys allowed huh? Guess you’re not old enough to ride this ride Anon, it says “boys”, not “baby boys”. Heheehe!”
Shut up Sky! I’m not a baby boy! I just… I don’t get a lot of physical activity ok?
>”Maybe if you actually went dimension hopping more than once a month you’d actually get some exercise?”
How do you even know about that?
>”uh-uhm. Star told me.”
Just open the door already please…
>Sky carefully places the boombox on the floor, maintaining a smug, mocking look on her face as she fiddles with the doorknob. Surprisingly, the door swings opens with no resistance, inundating the hallway with the familiar scent of cinnamon and dirty girl-laundry. It’s a weird smell, but also pleasant in a strange, calming way. You feel oddly drawn to the sweet, but musky scent. Maybe it's stockholm syndrome but… it’s sort of nice, REALLY nice.
>”Man, does my sis seriously leave her room unlocked all the time? With all the crazy stuff she’s bound to have lurking in here? Well, she’s a Butterfly alright.”
Would you hurry up and get inside? I usually never go up here on principle. Marco likes his privacy, and I kinda think it’d be weird to hang out in Star’s room with her alone.
>”I’m sure you’d like that though, right?”
HEY!
>”Hehehe, kidding, I’m kidding. Wow, this place is a total mess. Kinda, reminds me of home.”
>Star, of course, had standards similar to yours. Her clothes strewn everywhere, magazines and all types of knick knacks and do-dads thrown haphazardly in any nook and cranny she could find; The only thing you didn’t have was literal weapons mixed in. How Star walks around this room at night without impaling herself with a variety of swords, maces, and all other manner of weapons is beyond you. You carefully step further into the room, making sure to not accidentally harm yourself. You really didn’t want to smell that ointment again. Ever. For as long as you lived.
Wow, Star really does live like a pig.
>”Hey! Only I’M allowed to make fun of her. Plus, you live like a pig too you hypocrite!”
Someone’s getting sensitive.
>”I am not!”
Ooo! You’re so cute when you’re flustered.
>”S-shut up! Say something original for once! Ohhh man, it's gonna take forever to find what I’m looking for.”
How does ever Star find anything in here anyway?
>”She doesn’t! O-or at least that’s what I assume anyway, you know, cause we’re so similar.”
Riiiiiighhht.
>”Hmm, let's see.. Where would she put it?
>Sky begins rummaging through piles at random, with seemingly no regard for her own well being. Even so, she works like a professional, never dipping her hand deep enough to get pricked by some hidden tool of murder and mass destruction. As she digs, she tosses stuff in any direction she can, absolutely determined to find whatever it is she was looking for. Speaking of...
What are you looking for again, exactly?
>”Well um… Star and I had a bit of a princess promise that she’d hold onto something for me that I sorta needed stashed away.”
And that is?
>”Wine. “Mewnian Cornish Red, Special Reserve”, to be exact. They get the grapes from like, some far off kingdom that we only really trade with once in a blue moon. Like, a literal blue moon. You know how Mewni is. Anyway, it’s super rare stuff. It’s also supposed to have special “magical properties” or some junk. Hey… what’s the matter? Alright! Before you make a weird face like that, let me explain!”
Sky! You made your underaged sister hold onto wine for you?
>”Wait! Let me tell you the story at least.”
Fine.
>”Well…um, seeing that I’m not really ALLOWED back at the castle anymore. I kinda... took a “going away” present, of sorts. Just something to remember the castle by you know? Sooo, yeah. I went and snuck down into the castle kitchens one night and grabbed a bottle when they were changing shifts! No biggie.”
Oh ok. So you made your little sister hold onto STOLEN wine for you. Stolen, RARE, EXPENSIVE wine. That’s sooooo much better! I’m glad you told me the story behind it. Why did I ever doubt you?
>”Oh shut up! It's not like I told her what it was or anything! I umm… I told her it was extremely rare grape juice from some stupid fruit dimension or something. I don’t know! I don’t even remember what I told her exactly.”
>Sky’s head pivots upward as an inquisitive look creeps onto her face.
>”Hmmm, wait a minute… I got it! Here, follow me up this totally not precarious spiral staircase. Just uhh, watch out for that hole at the bottom.”
>You follow her instructions as you carefully climb the stairs, taking extra caution not to fall into... wherever that hole leads. All you know is that it’s dark and deep, and it reminds you of gazing into a mysterious hole in the ground, half expecting something to pop out at you the longer you peer into it.
I don’t know Sky, something about this place gives me the creeps. I feel like, this... strange sense of danger here. Like I’m too deep in enemy territory or something.
>”Oh you are Anon, you’re in the room of a teenage girl. Who knows what perverted, sick things lie in these walls. OoOoOoO spoOoOoOky!”
Oh come on. Don’t pretend she doesn’t have some weird forbidden demon book or some crap in here. She’s got quite a collection. Last time I was in here, Star accidentally dropped some jar of powder that made us sneeze glitter for three whole days. I still think I have some stuck in my nasal cavity.
>Sky stops short, and you bump up against her inadvertently, almost sending you both off the edge of the banister. Luckily, Sky’s tougher than she appears, and it feels like you collided with a brick wall instead of a girl ¾ your size.
>”You’re lucky that stuff was harmless, maybe if you didn’t go around startling her she wouldn’t have dropped it!”
>Wait… what?
Whoa whoa whoa. Stop right there. How the hell do you know about that!?
>”S-Star told me.”
Star told you!?
>”Yes, Star tells me alot of things, Anon. Could you imagine that? We are siblings you know.”
>This was getting weirdly coincidental. TOO weirdly coincidental. No, better to not entertain the thought of it. The idea that… oh lord, forget it. It’s better to pay attention to climbing these stairs, before you find yourself in the intensive care ward.
>You finally arrive at the top of Star’s spiral staircase, eager to be on more solid ground instead of rickety metal, except for the fact that there’s no railing up here at all. What is it with Butterflies and ignoring obvious danger? You’re surprised Marco didn’t force Star to install some railings after a stern lecture about how a one story fall could easily kill anyone and that most falls happen in the home.
>”Hmm… lets see. Where would “I” put it? Where where where…”
>Sky’s search resumes as you cautiously wander over to Star’s fish tank, curious to see what type of new dangerous fish she has lurking in its waters. To your surprise, you find the same spiked pufferfish from last time, along with a couple schools of smaller fish that shine brilliantly in the moonlight coming in through the window. Hmm, you thought she would have added some kind of poisonous shark by now. Seems like no matter what, Star still finds a way to surprise you.
>”YES! Found it. It was in the most obvious place too, inside of an empty flower vase. Check it out”
>You walk over to Sky as she holds out the bottle to you, carefully clutching it in both hands. You nervously wonder just how valuable this stuff really is if even Sky Butterfly herself is trying to hold it delicately.
“Mewnian Cornish Red, Special Reserve. Best shared with the truest of lovers, a luxuriously fine, magically made wine aged for at least… 25 years!? This stuff is as old as I am! Are you sure you didn’t bankrupt the kingdom stealing this stuff?”
>”Its not STEALING if it was meant for royal consumption anyway, Anon. I was simply taking what was available to me.”
But weren’t you technically NOT a royal anymore when you stole it?
>”Tomato tomato!”
The phrase is “Tomato To-mah-to”, by the way.
>”Oh, whatever! C’mon, let’s sit on the couch and have some wine already ya big lug. Here, hold this.”
>Sky hurriedly shoves the bottle in your hands as you stand there questioning her sudden spring to action. That is, until she cannonballs off the balcony onto the canopy of Star’s bed.
>”WEEEEE! AHAHAHAHA!”
SKY! What the hell are you doing?
>”What? Just taking a shortcut. Get your cute little butt down here!”
Ok but, I’m taking the stairs instead, you crazy bug. Also, how are we supposed to drink this without any glasses?
>”Phh, oh yea, I totally knew that. Doy. You know, since I’m 18 and I drink wine all the time!”
>You set the bottle down on Star’s desk as Sky climbs down from the canopy and onto the bed below.
ooookkk… I’m going downstairs. Try not to kill yourself before I get back.
>Sky flashes you the naughtiest face she can, licking her lips as she stares right into your eyes.
>”Mmm, don’t get lost. I’m very, very thirsty.”
Are you?
>”Yea… please big guy, hurry for your pretty princess.”
>Damn, you know that look in her eyes. She wants you bad. And you’re about ready for another round. The thought of it has you paying less attention to what traps might be lining Star’s floor and more to how hard you wanna… glasses! Wine glasses, NOW!
Y-yes! I’ll be right back, you stay just like that.
>You nearly throw yourself out of Star’s room and into the hallway, determined to get the wine glasses as fast as you possibly could. You reach the bottom of the stairs in record time, sure that your furious stomping is shaking the whole house, but it doesn’t matter, nobody is here! Speaking of, you witness the mess you and the Butterfly girls have left behind. If anyone DID show up, you’d have quite a lot of explaining to do. The living room was a complete disaster. The couch fort you made earlier had collapsed into a mess of pillows and blankets in the center of the room. Not only that, but the whole entertainment center was still covered in plates, forks, knives, spoons, cups, pretty much an entire cabinet’s worth of dirty dishes. Star’s Pony Gamestation was still paused at the menu screen of Lederhosen Tycoon 2. You feel a pang of guilt for leaving it running the last few hours, but you had to! You had a needy girl to tenderly attend to.
>Oh yea! You better get moving. You quickly sprint your way into the kitchen, looking for the right cabinet that held all the Diaz family wine glasses. Let’s see… are these it? No. That’s for champagne. You continue rummaging through the cabinets, growing increasingly confused at all the different types of glasses inside of them. Jeeze, the Diazes sure love to entertain. Hmm. Oh, yes, these are wine glasses aren’t they? But… they’re not supposed to be this tall though, right? Aren’t those for white wine? Damn it, where are the rounder versions? You take a quick look around the kitchen to see if you missed anything obvious, trying to ignore the even MORE obvious mess you left in here during dinner. Man, you really have to get on that after you and Sky have a little “fun”. Maybe after she falls asleep, you can sneak back down here and clean up. Best to get it done early. The Diazes wouldn’t be home until later tomorrow night anyway, so you still had time at least, but it was best to get it all done as soon as possible. Here we go! You manage to find yourself two red wine glasses and a bottle opener. With the best possible compromise between speed and carefulness, you briskly make your way back upstairs and back into Star’s room. Sky is still there, sprawled out on the bed, waiting for you. Oh wait. No she isn’t. She’s already fast asleep.
>Now that you think about it, it’s the first time you’ve witnessed her sleeping before. You pause to take it all in. Sky’s sleeping form is as beautiful and as graceful as Star’s. Which is to say, it isn’t at all, but still more endearing than you can imagine. Star tends to have a bad habit of sleeping in very unladylike positions, and it looks like she’s not the only one in her family who does such a thing. You’ve had to push her legs back together on the couch on numerous occasions throughout the year, making sure not to look down her dress in the process. But this… this was almost an art form. Sky’s arm was halfway over her face in a position that’d make anyone uncomfortable, while her legs were twisted in such a way that makes you marvel at just how flexible she is. Any other person would have dislocated their hip sleeping in such a fashion, but the Butterfly girls were a different breed; figuratively and literally. You can’t help but giggle at her silliness shining through even when she wasn’t awake, her slumbering body positioned more akin to a crime scene than bedtime.
>You place the glasses and opener down with a delicate thunk, careful to not wake the sleepy princess in exile.
>”HUH! WAWAZAT!? AAAHHHH! INTRUDER IN THE CASTLE! YOU’LL NEVER TAKE MY SUGARY GRAIN! FACE MY MAGICAL WRATH, YOU TWISTED FIEND!”
WAIT SKY! ITS ME! ITS M-UUUUUUHHHFGH!
>Before you can even finish screaming out like a little girl, you’re pinned against Star’s couch, again being manhandled by a Butterfly; this time by the half asleep and startled older sister poised to choke the life out of you.
>”MY FATHER’S BARBARIAN BLOOD STILL RAGES THROUGH MY VEINS! MEET YOUR DOOM… ANON!? Oh my gosh! OH MY GOSH I’M SO SORRY! You scared me! I-I thought you were an intruder in the castle who came to steal my secret stash of breakfast cereal!”
If you’re so sorry, can you at least take your hands off my throat!?
>Sky’s hands shoot to her sides like she’s about to do a military salute.
>”Sorry! I mean, d’oh! I’m really sorry even though I choked you and I know it doesn’t mean anything but I’m REALLY sorry Anon! Please don’t hate me! I fell asleep and I though-MMM… mmmmmmm.”
>You find yourself silencing Sky in the same way she silenced you earlier, with your lips locked together, your bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. You can feel her breath mingle with yours as she begins to calm down and indulge in the kiss. She mews with pleasure as you part, the longing look in her eyes begging you for more, desperately pleading with you to kiss her again, and again and again. Your hands move up to cup her cheeks, and you tenderly brush your thumb against them, warm to the touch from the bed and from her growing blush.
Does anyone ever tell you that you think too much?
>Sky bites her lip as she searches your eyes, a shy smile breaking the spell the kiss put her under.
>”You dork, that’s my line.”
Were you falling asleep on me already? I thought you were a big girl Sky.
>”What! Of course I am. I stay up late all the time! I mean, duh, I’m totes old enough to amiright? I even drink regular coffee after dinner. None of that decaf crap. I’m AM a big girl Anon. I was just uhh, resting for a second?”
Oh, just resting your eyes huh? Are you sure it's not past your pretty princess bedtime? Don’t you need your beauty sleep?
>”You know, I can easily go back to choking you if you’d like. I’ve still got pretty good leverage on you from this position.”
>You point at the unopened bottle and glasses still waiting patiently on Star’s desk.
What? You want to start the domestic violence up again? We didn’t even start drinking yet!
>”Ooooh! I forgot you were going to get us glasses. You were taking forever!”
I was gone for like, 5 minutes TOPS.
>”Yea well, it certainly didn’t feel like 5 minutes.”
If your concept of time is similar to your sister’s, pardon me, but I’ll stay on my own time table.
>Sky looks at you with feigned hurt, putting her hands on her hips and turning her head away from you.
>”How dare you! What is that supposed to mean!?”
It means you both have no patience.
>“I’m bored with this conversation, humie.”
SEE! And stop calling me that.
>“I was just kidding you idiot!”
Sure you were.
>”C’mon, open this bottle so we can get wasted.”
On one bottle of wine? Are you sure you’ve drank before?
>”FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I DRINK ALL THE TIME. We don’t have a drinking age on Mewni like stupid Earth does.”
>You push Sky over as you get off of Star’s couch, hoping there hadn’t been some dagger stuck in the cushions that had become lodged in your back during the fall.
Oh yea, I forgot, I’m breaking the law doing this with you.
>”I’ll say…”
What is that supposed to mean?
>”Huh? Oh nothing.”
No seriously, tell me what you mean by that.
>”Alright alright! I just think Earth laws are dumb, ok? Mewni doesn’t have to follow stupid rules like you guys do. Now just open the bottle already! I’m falling asleep here!”
>You shoot Sky a very smug look, doing your best to crawl as deep under her skin as possible.
I have a feeling you’d be falling asleep either way.
>”ANON! OPEN THE STUPID BOTTLE!”
Are you sure you can’t open it yourself? You are an adult and all!
>”HEY! BOTTLE! OPEN! NOW!”
Fine! Just stop yelling!
>You grab the bottle and cut open the foil guarding the cork, slightly hesitating, half expecting some type of magic barrier to impede your progress. Thankfully, you were able to open it without mysteriously losing a finger or something. Sky watches you as you carefully pour the precious liquid into each glass, making sure to tilt it to ensure a proper pour.
Wow, this stuff certainly LOOKS magical. I’ve never seen something so vibrantly purple before. >It appears to glow as it comes into contact with the air, strangely making your mouth water for an experience you’ve yet to even have.
>”Told ya this stuff was good. I mean, I’ve never tried it but…”
You never even tried it before? How did you know which one to take then?
>”Uhh, well…”
You just knew it was the most expensive one there, didn’t you?
>”Haaahaaa, maybeee…”
Well then, a toast to your family, as they’ve so graciously provided us with this extremely expensive, extremely rare bottle of wine, free of charge. Hopefully they never find out for as long as we live, Amen.
>You clink your glasses together, giving eachother a nod as you both taste the shimmering violet liquid for the first time. It goes down like water. In fact, it goes down even smoother than water, if that’s even possible. You can’t even believe the flavor it has. No description could even hope to do it justice. It tastes like an entire vineyard of sweet, fragrant grapes had moved into your pallet for a night’s stay. Your senses revel in the intoxicating aroma that envelops your entire head like a warm, cozy blanket. As it travels down your throat and into your stomach, it tingles and warms you like normal alcohol would, but much, much more. The warmth in your belly spreads to your whole body as years worth of stress seems to melt away like nothing. It feels like you’ve taken some sort of magical potion. As if you’ve sprouted wings deep in your soul that lift your spirit into the heavens. Calmness, peace of mind, tranquility, all of these feelings wrap around your very being, cradling it from the pressures of your life. It was intoxicating. And in more ways than one. You look over at Sky, who seems to be just as dumbfounded by the effects of wine, standing there with her mouth agape, cycling through different emotions and states of mind.
>”W-woooww! WOW! I’ve… I’ve never felt like this in my entire life. I think I need to sit down.”
Yea… jeeze. My legs feel wonky too. Let's sit, before I forget how to walk anymore.
>Sky and you both make your way back to the couch, careful not to spill even a drop of the magical liquid unlike any other you’ve known.
>”This… this wine is amaaaaazzzinnnngg. No wonder why it’s so rare and expensive. WOOHOO! I FEEL SO ALIVE!”
Hehehe… Enjoying the fruits of a job well done huh? You adorable little thief. I love this, I love this place, I love y-... eghh. Ohhhhhhhh...Phew. Ok, that was weird.
>Sky looks at you with a confused, but at the same time, absolutely satisfied face.
>”You ok big guy?”
Yea! Yea I’m fine. Just got a really strong wave of euphoria just then.
>”Heh, I guess it happens with this kind of stuff. So you said you wanted to make up for lost time right?”
When did I say that?
>”On our date, remember?”
Ohh, yea.
>”Soooo… let's finish our glasses, pour two more, and have some fun!”
>Sky… She was something else. Something otherworldly to you, and that’s not only because she’s from some other far off world. It’s hard to imagine that just a few days ago you sat alone, stewing and rotting in your own regret; depressed, and wondering if you’d ever find someone who’d ever want to stick around you. Things changed so fast. This crazy girl came catapulting into your life like her sister did many months ago. Everytime Sky crossed your mind, you felt something stirring, and it wasn’t just in your pants. When you look in her eyes, see her smile, hear her voice, it resonates so deeply with you. Into your soul, into your being. You’re pretty sure the wine is making it more intense, but there’s no denying it. You’re falling hard for Sky Butterfly. You’re lovesick for her, more than you’ve ever felt for any girl you’ve known. You couldn’t believe just how lucky you were to have her here, all to yourself. You didn’t need anyone else. Especially Star. It was Sky you wanted, more than anything in the world.
>*smooch* You feel a familiar wetness on your cheek, suddenly startled to have the girl of your affections leaning on your shoulder.
Huh?
>”You got lost again, dummy. You don’t have to daydream about me, I’m right here.”
How would you know?
>”I don’t know, this stuff’s making me feel really, really connected to you. I just sort of… felt it.”
Well, you’re right… I was thinking about you. I’m in disbelief about this whole thing still.
>Sky slips her hand into yours, your fingers interlocking as she looks up into your eyes.
>”It’s ok Anon, I sorta feel that way too. I never thought you’d feel this way about me. Its… addicting. I can’t stop craving your affection. You’re all I can think about.”
Oh Sky...
>You gently push your lips against hers again, expressing how you feel through actions instead of words. You feel her grip on your hand tighten as you longingly stare in each other's eyes, your lips mingling together, accompanied by a symphony of gentle moans and shallow breathing.
>”Anon?”
Yea Sky?
>”C’mon, we forgot what we originally came up here for! Here, take my glass and fill it up again. I’m feeling sauuuccy.”
>Sky effortlessly vaults herself off the couch, landing behind it with the grace of a ballerina. Hot damn, that Butterfly core strength. You wonder what it is she’s trying to do, until you hear a blast of extremely loud mexican music blaring through Raphael’s boom box.
>”I FORGOT HOW TO SHOW YOU HOW TO DANCE LITTLE BOY!”
>Sky smiles at you with a look of sheer ecstasy on her face. It’s positively infectious, you feel absolutely connected to her in every way, like you’re experiencing the same emotions. As if you’ve become two souls merged as one. You run over to the table to set the glasses back down, and quickly run back to pick up your dance partner bridal style.
Are you crazy? I’m gonna show YOU how to dance, Ms Butterfly.
>”W-wait! We don’t have a romantic fireplace to dance in front of, remember?”
Just pretend Star’s bed is the fireplace. Now show me your moves princess!
>You and Sky spend the next half hour or so dancing to all types of Mexican songs that neither of you know the lyrics to. But what you do know, is that this is the most fun you’ve ever had in your entire life.
Hahahah! How the hell are we dancing this well together?
>”Hehehe! I have no idea, but I think this wine is starting to wear off, you’re starting to suck!”
HEY! You meanie. I’m obviously the better dancer here.
>”Get real! Next you’re gonna blame the music!”
Hey! Maybe it is the music. You ever realize that we could be dancing to some song about a popular Mexican axe murdering spree and not even know it?
>”Hahahaha! Who would even think of something like that?”
ME. I would. I’m pretty sure the last one was about a famous war or something.
>“How would you know? You don’t even speak Mexican, Anon.”
Spanish! It's called speaking SPANISH, Sky. Hell, I don’t know, Rafael’s mixtapes are weird! You never know with that guy. He IS Marco’s dad you know.
>”Hey wait a minute. You never got me a refill! Fill my glass, wine peasant! Pppphahahaha!”
Hahah! I’m not your wine peasant you prissy little princess. And stop making me laugh!
>”Oh yea, you’re my bodyguard now right? Well then, help me guard my body… from sobriety!”
Yes, Lady Sky. Anything for my princess.
>”Good slave, I mean, Knight.”
Here’s a good rule of thumb: Never insult the person pouring you a drink.
>”Oooh I’m so scared! Are you gonna spit in it? Bring it on spit boy! We already crossed tongues enough, I’m immune to your little boy cooties.”
>You giggle as you pour the rest of the bottle between your glasses.
I DON’T HAVE COOTIES! How dare you!? Here, these are both pretty huge, so we should be good for awhile.
>You saunter over to the boombox to turn it off, ending your little mexican dancing session. As you turn to sit back down, you witness Sky already finishing the rest of her drink in a few gulps.
SKY!
>”What? We don’t have any left! I wanna get as twisted as I can. It’s already… kicking innnnn... Ooooh man, it feeeeelss soooooo gooooood. Oohhhoohohoho myyyy goddd.”
So… should I do it too then?
>”Yessss! DOOOO ITTTTT!”
>You tip the entire glass of wine into your gullet, bringing back fond memories of college beer chugs. You feel an almost instantaneous effect, like someone loaded MDMA into a shotgun and fired it at your brain. A wave of cathartic pleasure barrels over you, almost bringing you to your knees in absolute bliss.
HOOOOOLLLY SHITTTT! WOOOooooOOOahhhHHH!
>You can barely even see what’s going on around you. The room begins to morph and change as pleasurable, fuzzy feelings invade your consciousness. You don’t think you can possibly even feel more pleasure. That is, until you sense an extremely comforting presence in front of you. Skkkyy… Oh Sky. It was her. That feeling was coming from her. The affection, the lust, the admiration, the acceptance. It washes over you as you lock eyes from across the room. Everything seems to shift, the world falls away, and the girl standing there is the only thing that matters. She looks back at you, throws her empty wine glass on the couch, and jumps into your arms. You catch her easily, and look deep into her eyes, a carnal hunger awakening in you.
>”Annonnn… I think… I think the wine...uuhhnnn! I-i...I want you! Please, you can feel that don’t you? I...I can feel you. So strongly. Ohhhh Anon... ”
>Your mind is nearly blank, all you can feel is a feedback loop of lust and desire filling every pore of your body.
>You bring Sky over to Star’s bed, throwing her on it. You jump in right after her, barely skipping a beat as you dive into the crook of her sweaty neck, licking and kissing every inch of her salty, moist skin. You take a deep breath, and all you can smell is the sweet, feminine scent of your princess. You can barely tell the difference between the smell of Star’s sheets and Sky’s natural scent. But that didn’t matter now. All that mattered was worshiping every tasty inch of the girl in front of you.
Sky… mmmm, every inch of you tastes and smells sooo good. I can’t get enough!
>You pull off her dress as fast as you can, flinging it in some random direction somewhere across the room. Sky barely minds. In fact, she’s already pushing your head into her bosom, desperate to have your hot mouth sucking and nibbling on her tender nipples again.
>Your tongue works her little bug bites as her hands slowly glide down from your hair and onto your waistline. You feel your pants being unbuckled as Sky thrusts her warm hands into your pants, desperate to grab onto the stiff, throbbing meat you have in store for her. She gives your cock a very hard squeeze, trying to incite a reaction out of you. You grunt against her steady grip, sending waves of pleasure through the both of you. You maliciously tease and bite on her tiny little tits in response.
>”annonnnN! Ooooh! Yeaaaa, treat me like your little dirty princess...mmmmnnn bite my little nubs, show me who’s boss… oooooOOOOHHHH!”
>You can feel tiny stabs of the pleasurable pain you’re inflicting upon her, as if you experiencing them yourself. You can barely think straight at this point, but you finally realize that this wine ACTUALLY WAS melding you two together somehow. You take a break from sucking her sensitive nipples and look up at the girl who’s writhing in pleasure under you.
Skyyy… uunngghh. Why didn’t you tell me this stuff was an aphrodisiac! I… I can’t stop!
>Her legs lock you into place as her lips collide with yours again. Your tongues messily fight in each other’s mouths, not caring for even one moment that you’re drooling all over yourselves.
>”Neither can I! aahhhnnn, how was I supposed to know? I neverrr...ooooohhh!!!! Ooooohhhhhhh!!!!!! I never had it before you i-iiiiiidiioottttt! Don’t stopppp, please! Kiss every last inch, yesss! Goooood boyyy.”
>More of your clothes hit the floor, until the only thing left preventing your total nudity were Sky’s pretty pink panties. At least, they were pink when this night started. Now they’re almost red, completely coated in her sticky arousal. You begin to peel them off of her as she looks up at you in stunned silence, your cock aching to finally feel her tightness wrapped around it. You can see her entire lower half is completely coated in her mess, even some dripping down onto Star’s bed below. But it only makes you harder, knowing that Star would have to sleep on your sick degenerate filth. That the cum and sweat that you’d spill out of each other would mix into Star’s sheets. That she’d have to lie upon the bed you’re going to fuck her older sister on. Normally some sort of sign would go up in your head, but you were way past caring. In fact, you wished Star could be here, so you could show her just how bad you want her older sister. To show her what she’s missing. To make her watch while she rubs herself off, creaming all over her fingers as her sister takes you all the way to the hilt.
>”ohhh, Anon, you’re finally gonna take me… yesssss. Please, spear me with that rod, claim your little princess. I’m ready… I want you inside me Anon, please! Don’t make me wait anymore! I wanna be your pretty girl! I can’t think straight, please! I can’t stand it anymore! Fill me all the way up, fuck me, fuck your pretty princess!”
>You pull her towards you, positioned to completely fill her up with every inch you have. She looks down at you with half lidded eyes, completely lost in lust as her eyes wander toward your hard member rubbing against her slit.
See that? You see that princess?
>”uuuuhhhnnnyyeeaaa, I see that big, hard cock. Oooh anoonn, give me the whole thing, I need it, I’m begging you!”
>You line it up against her pelvis to show her just how far you’re going to be inside of her.
>You don’t even need to exchange words, she gets what you’re trying to say immediately. She leers at you with an animalistic look in her eyes, shaking uncontrollably in your grip, practically screaming at you with her to pound every little bit of sexual tension she has in her, out of her.
>You prod her soaked entrance again and again, making her legs squeeze you even tighter, reflexively pulling you in, begging you to fill her until she’s absolutely full, until you become one with her forever. You’re beyond drunk, and more than on just the wine. Your heart is beating so fast that you feel you may faint, but the desire you feel for Sky overpowers everything. You were finally about to plunge yourself into the girl of your dreams.
>”Ahh-A-anon, promise me you’ll...ahhh, just do me one favor before this is o-over”
Ohhh fuckkk, hnnnng, anything for my princess. A-anything.
>”Good, now go! Please, do it! Dooo it, I need it, give me it me Anon! ”
Unnnnggggh, yea! You’re gonna get it princess! Here it comes!
>”Ooooohhh yeeess! YESSS!”
>You finally give in, forcibly pushing yourself deep into her folds, your body shaking with anticipation and blinding lust for your pretty princess. Her delicate flower slowly yields to you, achingly, inch by inch, as you try to slide yourself inside her moist, warm tightness. You know you should probably wear protection, but your brain is completely overridden by the desire to breed.
>”OOOHHHHHHH! Y-you’re stretching me sooo muuuchh…Annnooonnn! Haahhhhhh!!!”
>You throw yourself on top of her again, lost in the heat of the moment, biting her shoulders as you try your hardest to hilt yourself deep inside of her.
Ohh god, Sky, you’re so fucking tight! Unnngghhh!!!
>At this rate, you won’t last very long, between the wine’s aphrodisiac effect and your wildest dreams coming true all at once, you can barely contain your excitement, or your seed.
>Sky forces the rest of you inside of her with a passionate yelp. You can feel her satisfied moans as she realizes just how full she is. You begin to develop a steady rhythm as your lips meet for what feels like the hundredth time. The sound of Sky’s soaking wet folds sliding against your member fill the room as your bodies meet again and again. You can hear her moans grow louder and more intense as your flesh slams together with hers. Your tongues wrap together as you drive yourself into her, the hot breath you share becoming more and more shallow as you gasp to keep up your frenzied pace.
Ahh! How does it feel princess? How does it feel to have your knight buried deep inside of you? Hhnggg! Ohh fuck!
>”aaahhh, it feels, IT FEELS! AAAAHHHNN! Ooooh, my knight! No! NO! My prince, my prince! Myy paaaahaaaahaaa!”
>You refuse to let her keep talking. If she could speak, you weren’t doing a good enough job. You throw her legs over her head and squeeze them up against her torso as you push her up against the back of Star’s bed frame. The whole room seems to shake as you thrust yourself into her as hard as you possibly can.
>”AAAH! AHHHH!!! ANNON!! I’M SO CLOSE uuUUUGHH!”
UNNNG! Yea? Is my pretty princess gonna cum on her prince’s cock? Huh Sky? Cum for me princess, cum! CUM!
>”OHHH!!! HAAA-wwaait! M-my favor!”
>You try and double your pace, slamming her forcefully against the bed frame as you bottom out in her over and over again. Her shrill moans and squeaks fill the room, sounding like music to your ears. You can feel the beginnings of an orgasm as you plunge yourself deeper into your princess. You finally realize that you aren’t even wearing a condom, but it doesn’t matter, your head is too filled with carnal pleasure to even remotely care. You make a vow with yourself to pull out, hoping it’ll be enough.
Ohhh FUUCK! Hurry! I...c-can barely hold on-nnngggg!
>You feel a pair of legs locking around you VERY tightly as Sky grabs your head, forcing you to look up at her in confusion. Her face is painted red with sheer ecstasy, and probably some drunkenness to boot.
>”Ahh-Anon… please.”
>You feel that familiar tingle, starting to realize that you’d have to pull out soon. You slow down your pace, making sure you don’t accidentally finish inside of her before you can do her little “favor”.
Y-yess. Sky… the...the favor! H-hurry! Shiiiit, I’m gonna… ohhh fuck! What is it!?
>Sky smiles at you with a look you haven’t seen in her eyes before, quickly taking off her earrings and lavender headband and chucking them across the room. You realize just how similar she looks to Star without them on. Thankfully she still has her hair stripe, that is, until she swipes two glowing fingers across it as it starts to disappear.
>”Call me Star… please.”
WHAT!? W-wait! WHAT THE FUCK!
>You try to recoil in shock but her powerful legs pull you back in, hilting yourself inside her with a thump.
>”Do it Anon, please! Call me Star or I won’t let go!”
SKY! Wait! I…I’m gonna.
>”You better hurry up Anon! I feel you throbbing, you’re gonna let it out aren’t you huh? Look me in the eyes and call me Star and I’ll let go!”
>She begins to buck her hips into you, coaxing you even further beyond your limit. You try to comply, desperate to pull out before you make her the mother of your children.
Uuuuhhnnhhh!!!!!! Ok! OK! You’re my pretty little Star! Uggh fuck. Now let go! LET GO!
>You expect her to let go like she said, but her legs only pull you in tighter! She forces you to look right in her eyes, your hot breath mixing together as you desperately try to pull away.
S-starr! Please star let go! I CAN’T H-hold it- HHHHNNG!
>”Say it like last time! Yell it, c’mon! C’mon! Call me Star!”
>Your mind is blank, all you can feel is bliss, pure bliss. You realize you no longer had a choice, she wasn’t giving you one. You feel yourself beginning to let loose as fuzzy, warm feelings completely invade your mind.
OHHH GOD! STAR!!! LET GO! LET GOOOO!!! STARR!!! STARRRRR!!! S-STAAAAAARRR!!!!!!
>You scream her name as loudly and as recklessly as you can, and with each muttering, feel your partner tighten on your aching cock. You feel her fingernails claw into your back, probably drawing blood, but your mind is too busy elsewhere. You stare into the eyes of your lover, screaming her name as you fill her with your warm, sticky seed. Hot, thick spurts gush out of your cock and into her hungry womb, lubricating your thrusting as you continue to hilt inside of her again and again as you coat her insides with cum. You feel her shake and quake in your arms, yelling out your name as you continue to leak your essence into her tight hole. You grit your teeth, barely able to cope with the blinding pleasure of filling up your pretty princess. Your heart beats in your ears, threatening to nearly explode from the effort of your passionate lovemaking. You finally collapse on top of her, taking heavy, labored breaths, inhaling the scent of her sweat soaked hair as she tightly squeezes you with both her arms and legs.
Sky… b-but.. You could get pregnant! Why!?
>She pulls a hand off your back and gently rubs it along your face, tenderly wiping the sweat that dripped down from your brow.
>”Shhhh… don’t worry. We can’t get pregnant without being in Mewberty. We’re fine. It’s all fine.”
>You move to pull out of her, but she stops you again with her legs
What gives?
>”Mmmm, it’s so warm. I still want it all inside me, just for a little longer. Hehe, that got you a little excited huh? I felt that little throb.”
You really are something else.
>”Hehehe… you are too, big guy.”
Oh man, that wine was awesome!
>”I know, I kinda wish we had some more, I don’t think I’ll ever have that good of sex again in my life.”
Oh don’t you worry. We’re just getting started.
“Mmm, that’s what I want to hear from my noble prince.”
I got myself a promotion huh?
>You slip down to the side of Sky, still complying with her demands of having you be her human cork.
Man… I’m getting sleepy.
>”Me too… that was quite a workout. Hehehe”
Looks like we have more sheets to clean tomorrow, you sure Star won’t figure out what happened?
>”No… not at all. Hahaha.”
What?
>”Oh nothing, just a little overtired and giddy is all.”
Let’s… get some sleep.
>You pull the covers over the both of you, not caring that your sweaty, naked bodies (among other things) were probably soaking through the sheets.
>”Goodnight Anon.”
Goodnight my little princess.
>”Mmmmm, I could *yawn*... get used to this.”
>Between the intense lovemaking, the girl by your side, and the wine, you know sleep will take you quickly. Sky was right. You could definitely get used to this.



>*Hello?... Star? Anon? Yooo hoooo!!! I came back a little early to see if you guys cleaned up in time! And you TOTALLY DIDN’T! YO!!! HELLOOOOO!!!! Starrrr, Anonnnn!!! Are you guys here? You’ve got some serious explaining to do!*
>”mmm, anon, turn off the alarm.”
Mmnnhn...alarm? Whaz...what alarm? We… don’t have one. Go back to bed.
>You hear footsteps coming closer. Meh, it’s probably just someone passing by outside or something… Sleep! You need sleep. You shut your eyes again, comfortably holding Sky close to you as you try to go back into the dream world.
>*Starrrr! Are you in here…WHAT THE FUCK!?*
>Huh? Wait! That’s coming from INSIDE THE ROOM! You open your eyes, hoping you’re just having a dream. But no. Standing in the doorway, clutching his scissors, is Marco Ubaldo Diaz in the flesh.

>This isn’t going to end well.