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The dust settled on the mountaintop following the round of dueling magical blasts. Star Butterfly and a matured Marco Diaz stood staring down an imposing feminine figure, sporting huge butterfly wings and an intimidating monster skull worn as a mask.
“Is that… a Butterfly?” Star asked, surprised. She hadn’t exactly been expecting a fight when they came out to search for their missing infant relatives, much less to run into someone who apparently had the same magical abilities as her own family.
The figure slowly descended towards the ground, and as she touched down a young girl leapt off her back, wearing a distrustful gaze and a couple of small bones as hair accessories.
“Mariposa!?” Marco recognized with surprise.
“So, you’re a magic user too?” she asked, addressing Star.
“Yeah…?” the former princess replied. The Butterfly girl who had attacked them dispelled her wings and removed her skull mask.
“We don’t see many of your kind around here,” she remarked with a leery scowl.
“*GASP*! Meteora?!” Star exclaimed. Suddenly the Butterfly thing made a bit more sense.
“I’m so happy we found you,” Marco said, taking a step forward, “now we can get you back home.”
“Stay right there!” Mariposa ordered.
“Wait, you don’t understand. I’m your older brother,” Marco explained.
“Yeah, and I’m, like, your distant… adopted… cousin, or something,” Star said to Meteora.
The two girls shared a disbelieving glance.
“Well… that guy and I do have the same mole…” Mariposa admitted.
“I call for a sister meeting,” Meteora announced. The two girls huddled together and whispered back and forth for a moment with their backs turned. Star and Marco looked at each other, unsure of what to expect. When they turned back around, Mariposa approached them with a somewhat forced-looking smile. Meteora followed close behind, still with a decidedly sincere scowl.
“Greetings! I’m Bork and this is Grobb,” Mariposa told them in an overly-cheery tone.
“Those… aren’t your real names…” Marco commented, but she seemed to ignore it.
“Please, allow us to properly apologize,” she said, reaching out her hand.
“Um, sure,” he replied, taking her hand to shake, “I’m just glad we- whoa!” The young girl suddenly clutched his hand tightly and pulled, catching Marco completely off guard. With unexpected strength, she turned and heaved him over her shoulder, flipping him onto the hard ground.
Before Star even had a chance to blink, Meteora had retaken her butterfly form and sent a blast of green magical slime straight at her, knocking her to the ground as well. Wiping the goo from her face, she caught Mariposa follow up her surprise attack with a well-placed kick to Marco’s head, knocking him unconscious.
“Marco!” Star called out. But she should have been focusing on Meteora. A growing magical glow caught her eye and drew her attention to the Butterfly teen as she conjured another spell.
“Meteora, wait!” But ‘Grobb’ seemed more than pleased to ignore the cry, and a moment later Star found herself engulfed in a stream of green, glaring light.
Suddenly blinded and completely disoriented, Star rubbed her eyes, muttering complaints as she slowly regained her vision. The first thing she saw was Mariposa’s giant hand, reaching down to grab her.
“What the!?” The digits wrapped around her body, lifting her up off the ground. She struggled lightly as Mariposa held her, staring down with a hesitant expression, while Meteora looked on with a satisfied smirk.
“Ha! Told you that would be easy!” Meteora bragged.
“…Are you sure about this?” Mariposa asked uneasily.
“Oh yeah, I’m sure. The old women of the mountain taught me that if you consume a magical creature, you gain its powers.” Those same women had raised them since before they could remember and had taught Meteora all of their spells- everything she knew about magic. If they had said that, it was probably true. “You could finally do magic like me; just think of everything we’d be able to do together!”
“Wait, ‘consume’? Oh, no no no. You guys are joking, right?” Star asked- not that they were listening.
“Come on Bork, it can’t be worse than garlic spiders,” Meteora encouraged.
“Seriously, I’m your brother’s best friend, you wouldn’t just-”
“That wimp is not my brother,” Mariposa interrupted, gesturing toward the unconscious Marco.
“Wimp? Come on, he’s super buff! -I mean- he is your brother!”
“Give it a rest magic girl. I don’t know what you two were after, but now you’re her ticket to magic town.”
“Yeah!” Mariposa agreed.
Feeling resolved, the girl brought Star closer to her face, and released her lower fingers so that she was holding the former princess only between her thumb and forefinger. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth as wide as possible, then she slowly moved Star toward it.
“Wait Mariposa! Please!” She pleaded. As her boots made contact with the girl’s tongue, she began kicking frantically, trying to push away from it or at least push it away from her, but every time she kicked, her boots only slid back along the slick, pink surface.
“No-no-no-no!” The hem of her skirt passed between the girl’s lips, gently stroking the waiting tongue as she was guided inside. The humidity of the teen’s breath washed over her as she began to lose sight of the girl’s face, her view filling with the pinks and reds of Mariposa’s mouth.
“Stop! Ugh, it smells like you haven’t brushed your teeth in years!” Star complained, seconds before she was dropped fully onto the girl’s tongue with a tiny, wet plop. The giant hand quickly pushed her the rest of the way inside before she felt said teeth come down behind her, sealing her in between the teen’s slimy cheeks.
Mariposa began to work her tongue around the odd form in her mouth, smacking her lips a bit as she wrestled with her unwilling meal.
“You know, this is way better than garlic spiders!” she exclaimed, a bit muffled. She squished Star into one cheek, licking at her back and sucking up some of the flavor, then brought her back center and pressed the poor girl against the roof of her mouth for a few moments before cramming her into the other cheek.
“Huh, I didn’t think you’d enjoy it this much. Maybe I should try this sometime,” Meteora remarked, watching her friend/sister suck away.
“It is a bit of a workout though, with all the struggling,” Mariposa added, “I think I’ll just…” She brought Star to the center of her tongue again, along with a pool of saliva, and sucked her back toward her waiting throat.
*GULP*
“Noooooooooooo…” came the faint cry as the shrunken teen slid down through the tight throat and disappeared into the girl’s body.
“Well, that takes care of that,” Meteora affirmed.
“What should we do with the other one?” Mariposa asked. Meteora turned and looked at the man for a moment, then grew a devilish smirk to match her pointed teeth and horns.
*SPLASH*. Star landed unceremoniously in the stomach of the younger girl, sending waves of chyme rippling against the undulating walls. She sat up, the warm liquid sloshing up to her belly, and tried to wipe some of Mariposa’s goop from her face.
“Blech! Ugh! This smell is never gonna wash out.” She stuck out a hand and put out a light purple glow, illuminating the surroundings. The rolling walls around her greeted her with faint gurgles and sloshes, glistening a pale pink as they stirred the brown-green goop she was now stewing in.
“Great! Just great! What am I supposed to do now!? Just- *OOF*” *SPLASH* Star felt something land hard on her back, knocking her over into the chyme again. Her combat reflexes kicking in, she quickly threw it off and resurfaced, looking around frantically to find what it was.
“What the?” It looked like a giant clove of garlic- or, more accurately, a normal-sized clove of garlic, given her current size- except it had a face, and eight spindly legs holding it up above the gurgling liquid. It took a step toward her and bared its little vegetable fangs threateningly.
“Don’t be like that,” Star tried to reason, “I was eaten too, we should be friends.” But a hiss from behind her caught her attention and she turned just in time to see a second garlic spider lunging at her from off the stomach wall. She dodged out of the way just in time, landing on her butt with a splash against the fleshy floor.
“Fine.” Star said, “Guess I gotta be a digestive aid now and pound these things into Mariposa’s stomach goop.” She picked herself up and turned back toward her foes.
“I just hope Marco can get me out of here before I turn into goop too.”