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January
Growing up is hard to do. That was something that the heroes of Amphibia and Earth knew all too well. With the years passing by, a large variety of changes came along, from good to bad. One of the most impactful shifts was Marcy moving away. She may have tried to prevent being seperated from her friends by transporting them to a magical land filled with talking amphibians…but the inevitable happened anyway.
Ten years later, Marcy Wu was now reunited with her former best friends, Anne Boonchuy and Sasha Waybright. And this time they would be together for good (unless there were other complications). Writing an award-winning webcomic was earning Marcy enough money to move back to her home city. Only one problem still remained. No matter how much she tried, Marcy could never take her eyes off of Sasha.
Marcy had already realized her feelings for the blonde girl all the way back in Amphibia. Of course a few… issues here and there prevented her from ever confessing. Either there was no time to admit her love, or someone else was in the room. There was also the matter of being brainwashed but the less said about that, the better. Point is, Marcy kept these emotions bottled up for over a decade.
Staying around Sasha was the real reason why Marcy was returning to the city. It just happened that Anne was here too. Honestly that was fine by Marcy, so long as her friend did not intervene in anything. Judging by how relaxed Anne was now, that would likely be a nonissue. Marcy was proud of the brunette for having a career she enjoyed (and one that connected to Amphibia).
But she was proud of Sasha ten times more. Psychology was no easy field to get into. Especially not for someone who went through an immense amount of physical, mental, and emotional trauma for over half a year. Yet Sasha got her degree and now she helped people with their problems. Marcy wanted to visit the clinic one day. Hearing Sasha gently reassure her that everything was going to be okay would be a dream come true.
Despite Anne hanging out with Sasha all the time back in their teenage years, it seemed as if she did not see what Marcy saw in the blonde. The savior of Amphibia was all too eager to remain without a romantic interest for now. Marcy herself could not understand the logic. Anne was very pretty and had the “I saved the planet you live on” card to play. She could get a great lover with ease.
Now obviously, the real reason why Marcy wanted Anne to get a girlfriend (or boyfriend) was so that there was less competition for winning over Sasha. The fewer people in her way, the better. Marcy would blow her gasket if the reason she was rejected was because of Anne. For as much as she liked the brunette, stealing Sasha was a definite friendship killer.
Perhaps that was why Marcy felt a sense of urgency. Waiting to confess longer and longer opened up chances for someone to take Sasha away. That was simply out of the question. Marcy refused to go through everything she had in her life just to have happiness stolen again. It was decided: today would be the day she showed Sasha how much she loved her.
Marcy sent a hastily typed text to Sasha, telling her to come over tonight. The most important detail was specifying to not invite Anne. Awkward third wheels were never good, and certainly not for what Marcy was planning. Sasha was puzzled to say the least, but she agreed regardless. Impressing the blonde before she arrived was now the top priority.
There was nothing very special about where Marcy lived. In terms of size, it was similar to the place Anne spent her childhood. Since Marcy only started unpacking a day or two ago, she barely even had any furniture set up. Like she was speedrunning a game, the gamer girl scrambled to set everything up perfectly. A dull house would do her no favors.
After literal hours of preparation, the setup was complete. Marcy made sure that every little detail counted. Sasha only deserved perfection. Laziness would not be tolerated. The aesthetic even matched the colors of their calamity powers: pink and green. Blue was something that Marcy intentionally excluded, since the less that Sasha was reminded of Anne, the better.
Pretty as her house was, Marcy knew it would take more than this to really woo over Sasha. Luckily she had already planned an ace in the hole. While she was separated from her friends, Marcy commissioned a matching necklace with both her and Sasha. Anne was excluded for obvious reasons. Marcy gushed about the future for a while until the doorbell rang. The pining woman tried to poorly hide her enthusiasm as she opened the door.
“Hey Mar-Mar,” Sasha greeted, hugging her lovesick friend, “Ready to have some fun together?”
“Sasha!” Marcy eagerly returned the hug, “I am so excited. This will be the first time we get to hang out together since like, forever and a half!”
Marcy moved aside, letting her childhood crush enter the house. Sasha seemed impressed by how organized and pretty it looked. Everything was going according to plan for Marcy so far. Though there was one thing that even her Wit failed to account for. Gullible was not a word to describe Sasha, both because she was a naturally inquisitive person, and now she had professional training in noticing warning signs.
It was not hard at all for Sasha to put a few puzzle pieces together. Marcy not inviting Anne got her eyebrow raised, but that could be brushed aside. What could not be brushed aside was how… perfect everything seemed. Like each detail and aesthetic was perfectly catered to Sasha Waybright. Ten years ago she would find this a dream come true. At the present though, it made the blonde quite suspicious of what was truly going on.
“What would you like to do first?” Marcy suddenly spoke up, “Oh wait, you must be thirsty after driving all the way here. Let me get you a drink!”
Sasha nodded lazily, eyes fixed on her friend. Marcy could tell that she was being scrutinized, doing her best to feign obliviousness. Quickly she left the room before anything got awkward. Whether the blonde saw through her facade or was just suspicious for the sake of it, Marcy could not tell. That would be irrelevant soon enough anyway. Grabbing a cup, some juice, and a special ingredient, Marcy poured the drink and entered the living room again.
Laying on the couch, Sasha seemed to be texting someone. Given how much effort she put in to make sure Anne stayed out of this, Marcy was internally screaming. Even when she wasn’t here in person, Boonchuy managed to ruin everything. Marcy wanted to snatch that phone away, but held herself back. Instead she placed the cup on the table for Sasha to drink.
“Here you go Sasha! I hope you like it.”
“Thanks Mar-Mar,” Sasha smiled, “You always know what I like.”
To be honest, Sasha was not actually that thirsty. But with the way Marcy was looking at her pleadingly, there was no choice except to taste the juice. Sasha instinctively took a deep sniff of the drink. Nothing suspicious was laced in it from what she could tell. Brushing that sinking feeling aside, Sasha downed the drink in a few gulps. It actually tasted pretty good!
“Well Sasha? How was the drink?”
Sasha opened her mouth to respond, only for no words to come out. More desperately than before, she tried to stare right through Marcy. An intense sleepiness overtook Sasha before long however. Her eyelids and jaw began to gently droop down. One minute of attempting to stay conscious later, Sasha Waybright passed out on the couch.
Being one of the heroes of Earth had its perks. Getting drugs without any raised eyebrows was one of those advantages. Marcy bought a potent anesthesia the prior day. Ingesting the drug resulted in paralysis and total unconsciousness within minutes. Any victims would lack complete control over their weakened body. This last part was important, considering that Sasha was the strong one and all.
The juice that Sasha drank was laced with the powerful powdered drug. Strength did nothing to help her, and so it was no surprise that she fell rather easily. Brains clearly triumphed over brawn. Marcy was quite pleased with her work. At long last, she was going to claim the reward she waited ten years for. On this twilight night, Sasha Waybright would belong to Marcy Wu.
First was the matter of moving the blonde to a more suitable location. Using the couch would be awkward for both parties involved. Marcy picked up Sasha (holding back a comment about how much she grew in other areas), carrying her to a room upstairs. Inside the room were fake swords, guitars, a giant mirror, and even toad figurines. Sasha belonged somewhere that was rightfully catered to her interests and needs.
Placing Sasha down on the big bed, Marcy waited for her crush to start stirring. Time was something that she had in spades. After a short time, Sasha finally seemed somewhat conscious. Marcy bowed reverently, like she was worshiping a goddess or mighty queen. Both of those were perfect descriptions of Sasha. Not giving any time for the blonde to say something, Marcy spoke up.
“Welcome back Sasha! I apologize for having to drug you, but it was only so that you can see all of this. Made for you and your honor alone, nobody else. Anne fails to show you the respect you deserve. She addresses you in such a casual manner. Enough to disgust anyone halfway decent. Please Sasha, let me take care of you. On my honor as Wit, I will give you proper love for the rest of my life.”
Despite that overly long ramble, Sasha was not paying attention. She was still trying to come to her senses and figure out what the hell was going on here. There was no way that the Marcy she knew would do anything like this! Surely this was some prank going on between her and Anne, hence why she insisted on not inviting the brunette. Yet Sasha could tell by her tone that Marcy was dead serious.
Confused and scared, Sasha got up and tried to make a run for it. No psychiatry degree or professional training could prepare her for what was happening right now. Due to Sasha being drugged out of her mind, Marcy was faster and now stronger. The blonde was effortlessly tackled to the floor, her escape thwarted as soon as it began. Marcy pat Sasha on the back in an attempt to reassure her.
The effort was of course futile. Sasha thrashed around until she realized there was no point. For a rare occurrence in life, her Strength felt weak. Whimpering like a puppy, Sasha could only hope that whatever Marcy had planned would be painless. Upon realizing that her crush already gave up on escaping (for now that is), Marcy grinned. Maybe this would be easy after all.
Marcy’s smile vanished when she noticed how terrified Sasha was. She hated seeing her future wife in such a panicked state. That was no big deal though, surely Sasha only needed a bit of time to calm herself! Eventually she would see the truth and they could be together forever. Anne could mind her own business if she had any objections about it.
“Let me go Marcy! Stop acting weird!”
Those words were meant to be threatening, but in truth they made Sasha sound like a spoiled child. Just like how she used to act. Marcy went back to smiling at the irony, as well as how futile Sasha’s struggles were. Despite being the wielder of Strength, the blonde was pathetically weak. Placing Sasha down on the throne that was rightfully hers, Marcy bowed once more.
“Calm down Sasha,” Marcy said, “Everything is going to be okay.”
In a surprisingly bold move, Marcy put her hand on Sasha’s thigh. The soft skin was warm and almost felt heavenly. Marcy shuddered a bit, feeling what little remained of her rational mind evaporate. Since she was already treating Sasha like the queen she was…why not pleasure her too? Lewd curiosity bubbled up within Marcy, enough that she decided to act on it.
Sasha noticed the horny smile and opened her mouth to say something. Before a single word could be uttered however, Marcy pulled down Sasha’s skirt. Down went those panties too, revealing the sight Marcy waited ten years to see. The beautiful bushy pussy was honestly not anything special - it was barely even wet. But to Marcy, it was the most beautiful pussy in the world.
“Please Mar-Mar…I don’t want this. What is wrong with you today?”
Marcy seemed to not hear Sasha speak. Or more likely, she intentionally ignored it. She was far too focused on staring at that pussy. Despite wanting to taste Sasha for so long, it still took Marcy a few moments to work up her courage. Once she finally finished convincing herself that Sasha Waybright deserved this, Marcy plunged a finger into the pink opening.
Having something come into contact with her cunt was enough for Sasha to gain a second wind. Although the drug flowing through her bloodstream made it much harder to fight back. Marcy gently stroked the inner walls of Sasha’s vagina. Observing the twitches and spasms of the muscles. Slowly she increased the speed of her strokes, going deeper and adding another finger or two.
To her pleasant surprise, Marcy felt slimy moisture cling to her fingers. Almost like Sasha was getting aroused by this too. As if Sasha being subconsciously wet eliminated all doubts of her consenting, Marcy held back nothing. Going faster and deeper until Sasha started screaming so loud that it was a miracle she could still do so.
“O-oh Sasha! You feel so good! I-I need more…”
Initially Marcy was only doing this to make Sasha feel good. But now she wanted more for herself too. After all, what good was a servant who failed to take care of their own needs as much as their queen’s? Marcy slowly spread Sasha out so that her dripping cunt was right there for the taking. Then without any warning, Marcy plunged into that pussy.
Sasha screamed loud enough to almost shatter the windows. Of all the ways to lose her virginity, this was not even in the top ten. Marcy ate Sasha out with enthusiasm, seeming experienced despite never doing this once in her life. Watching too many naughty videos gave her a vague idea of what to do, at least. The observant part of Marcy noticed how Sasha clutched those thick thighs around her head.
Truly it was a dream come true for Marcy. For Sasha though, she was stuck between giving into the pleasure and telling her friend that this was wrong. What would Anne think if she saw them like this? More importantly, Sasha certainly did not remember giving any consent to this! Her body did, but that was barely the same when she was drugged and horny!
Unfortunately for Sasha, Marcy did not care. Arousal was arousal regardless of whether or not you are in intense pleasure and very clearly not thinking right. Sasha grinded her swollen clit against Marcy’s face to reach her climax quicker. Distracted by her own lust, Marcy failed to notice. She was losing control of her body and almost acting on autopilot.
With how eagerly Marcy was eating her out, it didn’t take long for Sasha to orgasm. A tidal wave of femcum erupted out of her overstimulated pussy. Much to the surprise of Marcy, who expected something more moderate . Not that she minded the intense climax, since it meant more of Sasha to taste! Like a dumb dog, Marcy eagerly lapped up every last bit of fluids she could find.
Upon finishing, Marcy placed Sasha back on her throne. The place where she belonged. Never again would Sasha Waybright rot in a dungeon or be separated from her best friend. She deserved better and Marcy Wu would provide that for her. As Sasha cooled down and regained her precious Strength, Marcy rubbed along her thighs.
“See Sasha? I told you. Everything is going to be okay.”
Sasha wanted to respond, but that would require energy that she did not possess. Everything that transpired in the past hour was more shocking than anything that happened in Amphibia. Marcy acting like a total creep already happened and it seemed history was repeating itself. All poor Sasha wanted to do was take a nice long nap. Something that Marcy mercifully noticed.
“Getting tired?”
“Yeah,” Sasha mumbled, “I need a nap.”
Readjusting her position on the throne (and pulling her skirt back up), Sasha was ready for some rest. She could think about what just happened in the morning. Between being drugged and getting eaten out, Sasha was in no state to think rationally. Marcy tucked a pillow behind the blonde she just violated a few minutes prior.
“Rest now…”
“Rest now…with me.”