The rays of the early morning sun crept its way into Marco's room. It bathed him in its warmth and coaxed him awake. Simultaneously, his alarm clock sprung to life and played out its deafening buzz. He grunted and fluttered his eyes as he wiped the last vestiges of sleep off his face. Every morning felt the same. The routine hasn't changed a single bit since his student days in Echo Creek Academy sixteen years ago.

Now he was its counselor. Resigned to dealing with matters of student scheduling, psychological help, and determining futures, every Monday through Friday. On weekends, he takes Sensei Brantley's place, teaching Karate at the Strip Mall Dojo.

But recently, things have gotten very different. A bit weirder and wilder. His once normal life of guiding and helping the youth was shaken, stirred, and thrown across the room ever since a certain someone dropped into his life. A certain young princess from an outside dimension known as Mewni.

And that very same princess laid in bed with him. Specifically, atop his body as his broad and hardy pectorals served as her pillow and her knee-length blonde hair were their second blanket. At this point, he would have already gotten up and commenced his lenghthy stretches followed by some push ups, sit ups, and squats.

But since she came into his life, a new daily challenge presented itself. Getting the young girl to free him from the confines of her strong grip and his bed.

Marco wouldn't lie. The sight of her heart-painted cheek smushed against his chest and the sound of her soft snores has always been adorable. She was like a sleeping kitten that he didn't want to disturb. However, their duties at school were calling out to them and they needed to answer them posthaste.

"Star." Marco quietly called out, poking her chubby little cheek. "C'mon, we gotta get up."

"Hrrmnrrrm" She mumbled, batting his hand away as her body shifted to one side. "Jrst... frve mrre minutes, Mrrco.."

"No Star, no 'five more minutes'" Marco chided, resorting to shaking her awake. "C'mon, up and at 'em."

Star's eyes fluttered rapidly until a half-lidded gaze landed on the stern face of her human bed. She yawned as her arms stretched for the ceiling. Then she flashed a small smile his way.

"Hrrm... fiiine..."

Star lazily drooped off of Marco's body and onto the mattress, burying herself deeper into the bed sheets to squeeze as much sleep as she can before she'd be forced out of bed. Pushing the blanket aside, the man then approached his window. He parted his curtains wide to let the light of day pour into the rest of the room as he was greeted by his bright, awakened neighborhood.

He began his morning exercise, stretching his limbs and muscles to looser states to prepare for the following workout. As he basked in the warm glow of daylight, Star couldn't help but stare at him, anticipating those few moments where his pajama top would lift and her lustful gaze could feed on what little muscular morsel it could scrounge.

After about ten or so minutes, Marco made his way to the bathroom for a shower. With a squeaky turn of the knob, the shower head sprung to life as a hot torrent fell upon the man's bare form. He soon found himself boxed in a dense cloud of steam which quickly fogged up the stall's sliding door.

As he washed himself, Marco heard a click and an creaking noise, followed by light tapping on the tiled floor. Marco didn't bother locking the door because he knew Star also needed to get ready and he'd be in the shower for a while.

Though he began regretting not locking the door the moment he heard the stall door slide open.

"No fair, you started without me!" Whined Star. Marco didn't even bother turning to greet her. He already knew she was buck naked.

"Hey, I didn't say we were going in together today."

"But we're supposed to!"

"Says who?"

"Me, of course." Star pointed a declaring thumb at herself. "And as the princess's caretaker, you're supposed to tend to all my needs. Aaalll of them."

Marco rolled his eyes, still keeping his gaze on the wall and washing himself as normal. "Star, c'mon. We don't have time for this."

"Well, I'm saving us time."

She slid the door closed and brought herself closer. Marco sighed in defeat, thinking "well, this is happening" for the nth time this year.

He felt a pair of errant hands running all around his soap-soaked back, tracing every ridge and contour paved by his hardy muscles. Ever since Star discovered what lied beneath his modest clothing, she would find every excuse in the book to touch him. Not that he minded, but he wished she would ease up sometimes. Especially in public.

Star hummed and purred with delight as she completely closed the distance, her chest and her cheek rubbing along Marco's back and her stiff nipples grazing him. Her excited hands shifted over to his chest. One palm circled one of his broad pecs, slathering cleansing foam all over while a finger glided along every valley on his prominent abs.

"Hmm, I'll never get tired of this." Star dreamily spoke.

Marco couldn't stifle a gulp as he felt himself stiffening down below under Star's slow, yet erratic ministrations. He had hoped with all his heart that her hands wouldn't travel do-

"Hellooo, what's this?" Star said, debauchery hidden beneath a curious tone as she gripped Marco by the base, swinging it every which way it to get his attention. A guttural gasp stuck at the back of his throat.

"Ooh what was Mr. Diaz doing with this big ol' stiffy, huh?" Her supple hands began racing from the tip to the base, her movements lubricated by the soap gathered on her palms. Discomfort as well as arousal swelled within Marco just as much as his dick.

"Anh... Star." Protests attempted to squeeze between pleasured sighs to make themselves known, but Marco struggled to get even a single word out. Though he held onto Star's arms, he did very little to stop her as his will became more than malleable in her hands.

"I, a-ahh, told you..." Marco grit his teeth, trying hard not to let his body betray his words. "We d-don't, hng-"

"You keep saying that." Star curtly retorted, her voice low and husky. She raised herself on the tips of her toes, her breath tickling Marco's earlobes as she whispered.

"We can make this fasteerrr." She drew out that last syllable in a sultry sing-songy style.

She adds another hand into the mix that toyed with his balls. Back. Forth. Fast. Slow. Halfway. All the way. Her jerking hand did it all. When Marco felt himself ready to blow and Star could feel his breathing intensify, her movements slowed to a crawl. Then she accelerated once more. She had this much control over him and more, it was ridiculous. And he was the one that gave it to her. Such is the price one pays for being in such a relationship.

Much to Marco's surprise and subsequent relief, Star stopped stroking. She walked around her lover to meet him face-to-face. The man couldn't help but avert his gaze despite how often he'd already seen her in the nude.

"Look at me." She demanded as she gently rubbed his cheek and effortlessly moved his gaze towards hers. Her supple hand caressed his coarse cheek. Then her hand glided along his five o' clock shadow.

The sight of her damp hair darkened and drooping around her. All those dozens of tiny droplets falling down her soft, pallid body. The way her slender torso leads into a pair of hips that aren't much wider, yet nonetheless enticing with the right sway. That pair of shapely legs that looked good in anything she wore and were as smooth and easy to spread as butter. Despite her delicate and pristine exterior, Star carried with her a brutish strength that dwarfed Marco's in comparison despite their respective sizes saying the contrary. All of that was partly responsible for how Marco seemed almost always be under her sway when she needed him to be. And she needed him to be right this second.

"What's wrong?" Star asked teasingly, drinking in the sight of Marco's face contorting with each agonizingly slow stroke of his member. "Butterfly got your tongue?"

Marco was absolutely enthralled by the look his lover was giving him. Her assault on his loins working in tandem with that sexy, half-lidded gaze that oozed with so much want that it made him melt.

Without thinking, his face hardened as it drew closer to Star's. Her smile deepened as she was getting him right where she wanted him. They were so close, they can taste one another's breath.

"If you're g-gonna do something, d-do it, Safe Guy." Her domineering facade was slowly falling apart. It was at that moment she was reminded of how colossal Marco was compared to her. How he towered over her and how easily he could toss her around with those powerful arms of his if he so pleased.

Before she realized it, she felt her lips trapped in Marco's. Tongues mingled, spit swapped, and lips smacked. He absentmindedly laid both hands on her waist as he began lightly thrusting against the hole of her hand, wordlessly conveying his own desires. Regardless, Star heard him loud and clear.

She drew a little closer, to the point where his tip parted her lower lips. He can feel her damp warmth enveloping him from below and suddenly he felt his whole body go ablaze as an inferno of passion and lust burned within.

"Enough's enough," Marco declared, too quick and too quiet for Star to hear.

"Wha-"

Marco's hands enveloped Star's rear, forcing her to yelp out of their makeout session. Before she knew it, she was lifted off the ground with her back planted against the wall. Though she was taken aback at first, her shocked expression quickly shifted to excitement as she seemed to be getting what she wanted. Her arms securely wrapped around Marco's neck and her thin, yet strong legs wrapped around his lower back, pulling him closer.

Marco had already lined himself up the moment he swept Star off her feet. The two held each other's gazes hostage. The moment they felt their flesh meet, their bodies started quivering with anticipation. A long silence lingered, leaving nothing but the sounds of their soft, shortened breaths and the shower running. They could swear they could hear each other's hearts attempting to burst out of their chests.

Marco gently pushed forward, exerting a deep groan as her insides yielded to him inch by inch. No matter how many times they've done this, he could never get over how tight she was. How soft and slick she felt around him. Her inner walls took several moments to adjust to his thick, long shape.

"Ahh, Marc- aannhh!" Star cried out as he filled her to the brim. She sunk her teeth and her fingernails into his skin as the ensuing pleasure was more than she could take.

Despite taking it so many times already, it always felt like being struck by lightning the moment they united this way. The sensation persisted with each and every thrust as Marco bottomed out in her over and over. How her body could take all eight inches in quick succession and still stay intact, he had no idea, but at that point he didn't care. Nothing mattered in his mind except to give his girl his all.

"Ha. Ha...Ngh. Ha!" Star cried out every time she felt Marco's tip persistently peck her cervix. Fireworks lit up in her stomach as their genitals collided over and over Her grip on his body grew tighter, bringing them even closer together, if that were possible. Marco was starting to lose the space he needed to accelerate and intensify his movements.

The sounds of flesh slapping and their grunts and moans eventually overshadowed the running shower as the two neared their absolute peak. Star can feel him throbbing with the intent to blow while Marco could feel her twitching all around him. Both aching for release and a grand finale to this deviant dance.

The last thing they heard before the impending finish were the resounding, guttural calls of their own names. Star started frantically pawing at him as she felt waves of his seed crashing against the entrance of her womb, flooding her insides with his essence. Their bodies clung tightly as the two rode out their orgasms. Even with every inch of Marco buried deep within her, she can feel it running down her thighs and falling onto the floor in thick, ropy strands. They shared a deep kiss as the proverbial cherry on top.

Fatigued, Marco rested his forehead on Star's, their hearts racing and chests heaving in sync. Their minds attempted to scramble back into order, still fuzzy from the afterglow. Eventually, nature took its course and Marco's flaccid cock flopped right out of Star, followed by an excess of his essence flowing down her leg like a slow white waterfall.

"Whoa-ho-hooo, Marco." Star remarked, weak in the knees as she fought hard to keep herself steady and standing. "That was just... whoa..."

"I... uh. Yeah." Marco sheepishly replied, at a loss for words himself.

"It's like, still going." Star spoke as she tried to scoop up as much as she could in her hand. "Geez, how much did you have in ya today, big guy?"

Ignoring her, Marco reapplied soap to his body, even more so than before as he attempted to cleanse as much proof of their recent lovemaking as he could.

"Y'know what, I think I'll skip breakfast." Star said in jest. "You gave me waayyy more protein than I need for the day, heheheh."

"This kid, I swear," Marco muttered to himself as he tried to wash his hair and reflected on his debatable life choices up to this point. "Wha-"

"'Scuse me!" Star chirped as her lithe body bumped Marco's out of the way, leaving him outside the range of the cleansing rain of water.

"Hey, I was still using that, y'know!" Complained Marco as he rubbed his shampoo soaked hair..

"You see this?" Star spread her legs to present the mess he made inside and out. "You see all this stuff I gotta wash off cuz of you? Yeah, you bet I'm hoggin' the shower."

"At least let me rinse my hair!"

"After I clean up your mess." Star was about to bring her hands to her legs before stopping herself and turning towards Marco. "Actually, y'know what? Why don't you do it? It's your baby batter."

Marco grimaced in disgust. "Gross."

"Then you wait your turn like a good little peasant."

Provoked, Marco walked right up to Star. He loomed over her as the water fell onto his hair, causing the shampoo to slide off his head and onto Star's.

"Pah! Puh! Pfffft! Marcooo!" She spat profusely as bubbly shampoo began running down her face, some of it getting into her mouth and stinging her tongue. "For corn's sake, ya got some in my eye!"

"Oops." Marco remarked with a crooked smile on his face.

"Meh!" Star playfully slapped Marco in the chest in facetious anger before going back to cleaning herself off.

The two finished their intimate shower. They dried themselves off and commenced slipping into their clothes for the day. Star in her usual vibrant, pastel colored dress, leggings, and headband and Marco in a red shirt, black slacks, and glasses. The two ate some breakfast that Marco cooked, though Star's was a bit light compared to his since she wasn't kidding when she said she felt like skipping breakfast.

With a quick slash across the air with her dimensional scissors, Star cut themselves a portal to school. Before they stepped through, Star raised herself on her tip toes to plant a kiss on Marco's lips. She skipped happily into the spacial rift, more than ready to take on the rest of the day.

Marco however took a moment to stand in complete silence. He gazed into the swirling vortex, wondering how he got to this point in the first place. How he fell into this relationship with a girl he's supposed to be guiding and caring for.

"Oh. Right."

The portal irised in the moment he stepped through.