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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.”

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February

A full month passed since what Sasha dubbed the “Marcy incident.” During those four weeks, the blonde put as much effort as possible into avoiding her (very much former) friend. Anne remained oblivious to how tense the atmosphere was whenever Sasha and Marcy were in the same room. That was probably a good thing considering how she would likely make everything worse.

Worse than it already was, at least. Sasha was feeling very uncomfortable every time she had to be around or even mention Marcy. It was starting to interfere in her daily life. And even worse, Valentines Day was on the horizon! When Marcy inevitably texted her the day before, Sasha shuddered. Hopefully this time nothing bad would happen if she answered… 

Good morning my sweet Queenie Beanie! 

I know you are still scared of me, but I promise I can make up for my mistake. Would you be interested in a private date tonight at my house? No drugs this time, I promise! 

The instinctual response was to ignore the text or tell Marcy to go away. Yet against her better judgment, Sasha did neither of those things. Part of her believed that what happened last month really was just a spur-of-the-moment thing. Marcy was never good at expressing herself after all. Giving her one last chance sounded harmless enough.

Hello Mar-Mar,

I forgive you and still trust you. A date sounds good. Promise to not drug me out of my mind this time, kay?

By the way, never call me “Queenie Beanie” ever again. That has got to be the cringiest nickname ever.

Not bothering to wait for whatever response Marcy had, Sasha drove to work. The rest of the day was rather uneventful. Besides a few couples asking how to spice up their sex life. Sasha rolled her eyes at every word they said, but feigned interest regardless. Valentines Day always brought dumb horny patients with it. In a rare occurrence, Sasha was looking forward to seeing Marcy.

Meanwhile at Marcy’s house, she was ecstatic. She actually doubted that Sasha would agree to the date…for obvious reasons. There was one more chance to prove her love and Marcy was planning to nail it. First was preparing the choice of food. What better food than the one of love: spaghetti! Luckily for Marcy, she was quite good at cooking now that she had more experience with it.

Just when Marcy finished making preparations for the night, there was a knock on the door. Such good timing for Sasha to arrive! Marcy dusted herself off, steeled her courage, and went up to the doorway. Before letting Sasha in, the demure girl made a mental note to not be a total creep. Easier said than done but it was the effort that counted. Taking a deep breath, Marcy opened the door.

“Hi Sasha! Welcome to our dating session…I think? I made you some spaghetti if you want to eat early.”

“Hey Marcy,” Sasha said warily, “Thanks for the offer, but I’m not hungry. Full day of psychiatry does that to ya.”

Marcy led Sasha to sit on the couch, “I can imagine how stressed you must feel. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Sasha nodded in agreement. And so, the two women chatted for hours. Initially it was only about the difficulties of their jobs. Then it shifted into various topics that were nowhere near related with psychiatry or creative work. About their adventures in Amphibia, how much they missed their amphibian allies. Marcy and Sasha were so distracted with talking that they almost forgot one of them violated the other.

Keyword almost . Sasha may have been temporarily distracted by this discussion, but she remembered every detail of what happened the last time she was alone with Marcy. It was still all too easy to convince herself that would be a one time thing. Marcy remained oblivious to whatever mental debate Sasha was having. Thinking about the incident was making the blonde feel woozy. 

“Twilight Princess is totally the best Zelda game. I loved the part when Link-”

“We need to talk Marcy,” Sasha interrupted in a serious tone.

“Oh sure!” Marcy went back to smiling like nothing was amiss, “Lay it on me.”

There was the Marcy she knew. Never reading the room and remaining optimistic in any situation. Sasha sighed, almost regretting her choice to try and bring such a sensitive topic up. Who knew how Marcy would even react? Badly for sure but this was something Sasha needed to say. Keeping emotions inside never helped anyone, as Amphibia taught her ten years ago.

“Listen Marcy…about last month. The time that you got way too intimate with me. When I said I forgave you this morning, I was not completely truthful. I am willing to forgive you, just answer my question. Why in the ever living frog would you do that to me?”

The response that Marcy gave made Sasha regret ever asking.

“Because I lost control of myself, Sasha. I saw you in that position and I had to take advantage of it. For ten years, I was separated from you. Back in Amphibia when I realized that I loved you...I wanted to give you the world. And now I have! You have a steady job, good friends, and your future wife right here. Can you not see that I gave you everything?!”

Sasha was speechless for once in her life. The words in the last sentence alone brought up traumatic memories. Not only that, but Marcy refused to admit her guilt. Instead she was trying to make Sasha believe she was the bad guy for not accepting the love she was offered. Or rather, “love” surrounded by an absurd amount of quotation marks. Marcy had a rather bad way of showing her affection, as Sasha would be reminded of soon.

“Are you alright Sashy?” When Sasha gave no response, Marcy continued, “You look awful! Let me help you relax.”

Hurt and still shocked by the confession, Sasha put up no resistance as she was carried upstairs. Laid on the same throne she was violated on one month ago. The irony was not funny in the slightest. Marcy smiled at the sight of her queen sitting back where she belonged. It was a truly beautiful sight to see. But as pleasant as this sight was, Marcy had a feeling she would enjoy watching Sasha moan even more.

“I promise to be gentle this time.”

With that half-assed promise, Marcy made her move. Slowly she undressed Sasha, taking as much time as possible. The last time she did this, Marcy only got a sight of that perfect pussy. Now she was going to see every last bit of Sasha’s beautiful body. Marcy pulled down the last garment of clothing after what felt like an eternity. Admiring the sight that graced her eyes.

Curvy was no word to describe Sasha, but flat would also be inaccurate. She was the perfect balance between having a lot of assets and having very little. Thick thighs from her constant exercise, soft plump breasts, and an ass that Marcy always wanted to grope. Of course Sasha was not in the ideal position to do that last part. Marcy instead settled on exploring the body of her future wife.

Starting from the bottom that is. Marcy pulled down her own pants to reveal absolutely nothing covering her wet vagina. Was there any point in hiding something so obvious? Very carefully, Marcy positioned herself on top of Sasha, in a way that connected their cunts. In a deliberately slow manner, she pushed herself down, eliciting a moan out of both women. 

No matter how out of tune you are from reality, a wet pussy grinding against your own would make anyone come to their senses. Sasha snapped out of her mental haze to find herself in quite the compromising position. Telling Marcy to quit being weird was her first instinct, but it was hard to speak when your horny friend was scissoring you. 

The moans that Sasha released made Marcy feel warm and fuzzy. Her beloved girlfriend was pleased! Marcy decided to go a little further by squeezing Sasha’s breasts. Soft to the touch and perfectly gropable. Poor Sasha could do nothing but moan, unable to plead for Marcy to stop. She should have known that this whole setup was sketchy! But it was too late to fight back now.

“A-ah! Sasha! Y-you’re so wet…gosh…” 

Marcy grinded her cunt down harder, shuddering at how good this felt. Even better than last time! Sasha was not nearly as enthusiastic despite her lewd moans saying otherwise. Just when she thought Marcy was genuinely sorry for what happened, this flushed that thought down the toilet. Why was her friend acting in such a strange manner?

That question would be answered in a month or two. Metaphysical references aside, Marcy was getting close to her climax. She lowered her head down to suck on Sasha’s nipple, feeling intense joy in the moans the blonde released. Knowing that she was providing such pleasure to her future wife was gratifying for Marcy. Sasha screamed louder as her breasts were hungrily suckled on.

After she was satisfied with one breast, Marcy moved on to the next. Sucking on it until it was red and coated in saliva. Right after that was done, Marcy continued grinding her and Sasha’s cunts together. Sealing their “union” once and for all. By this point Sasha was too horny to bother fighting back. It was difficult to defend yourself when a horny Marcy was pleasuring you like her life depended on it.

“Marcy p-please,” Sasha huffed between moans, “I-I can’t hold on any l-longer-”

“Then let it out, Sasha! I-I’m close too!”

A duo of orgasmic screams filled the air as Marcy and Sasha reached their climaxes. Both women squirted their love juices all over the other. Marcy was of course fine with this, but Sasha felt disgusted. If she was going to be taken advantage of, then the least that could happen was her not getting dirty in the process. 

Marcy took care of the aftercare, gently cleaning Sasha (and the throne) with a washcloth. Once that was taken care of, she laid on the bed next to the blonde. Staring into her eyes like a hopeless romantic. As much as Sasha wanted to recoil in disgust or slap Marcy in the face, her instinctive platonic love for a close friend prevented her from doing either of those things. 

Nothing was stopping Sasha from running out of the room right now. There were no drugs or any other ridiculous stuff to keep her inside. Yet for some reason, Sasha Waybright stayed cuddled up with Marcy. Perhaps it was her mind still denying what happened to her. Maybe there was some other unexplainable justification. Whatever the case, Sasha chose to stay here for the night.

“Oh!” Marcy suddenly spoke, “I forgot something. Hold on, don’t move an inch…”

Sasha forced a smile across her face. That could never be a good sign. Marcy leapt out of bed and seemed to be searching through the cabinets she laid out. After a while of searching, she found what she was looking for. A gorgeous glittering gold necklace, one that detailed Sasha swinging her sword. It was admittedly very pretty. Enough that it made Sasha perk up.

Walking over to her future wife, Marcy wrapped the necklace around Sasha’s neck. Coincidentally it fit perfectly. Sasha looked down at the jewelry for a moment, like she was assessing how it looked on her. Then for the first time today, she smiled. Marcy still had some care in her after all. Perhaps all hope was not lost for the gamer girl getting her senses together.

“Happy Valentines Day, Sashy! I hope you like it!”

“...Happy Valentines Day, Mar-Mar. I love it. Thank you.”

With those last words of the night said, Sasha Waybright and Marcy Wu drifted off to sleep. Too bad they never bothered to eat the perfectly made spaghetti!

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March

March is a month of change. Winter turned into spring, rain replaced the snow, and for Marcy, it marked another year of living! Today was her birthday and she was planning to make it extra special. The marvelous month of March was why she had the name Marcy , after all. Big parties were more of a Sasha thing, so the wielder of Wit decided to only invite her two best friends to celebrate.

Anne accepted with no hesitation, of course. It would have been strange if she didn’t. On the other hand, Sasha was understandably wary of the invitation. Fooling her once was bad enough and fooling her twice was even worse. A third time would be plain embarrassing. Sasha thought about making a “dumb blonde” joke, but decided against it.

Maybe one more chance would be fine. Although she still essentially violated her, at least Marcy was gentler with Sasha the last time. She only wanted to help her relax…no matter how un-relaxing those methods were. But this would be the last time Sasha would tolerate any funny business. For real this time! If Marcy tried anything suspect, then Sasha would finally grow back the spine she lost.

The good news was that Anne would be at the party too. Marcy was bold, but not enough to try and have sex with Sasha while her friend was in the house. Even the extremely horny Marcy Wu had limits. Although they were basic limits that literally anyone with a working brain would follow. Sasha shook her head and texted Marcy back, letting her know she would be coming.

Marcy responded a few seconds later with a bunch of heart symbols. How cute of her…and nerdy too. Sasha rolled her eyes. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Despite having the libido to match a rabbit in heat, Marcy remained a total dork. Anne must be really oblivious if she never noticed. Perhaps that is a trait she would always keep.

Getting a gift for Marcy was thankfully not difficult. Sasha knew the geeky girl like the back of her hand. Marcy is also ridiculously easy to impress. You could tell her there was a black plant in the wild and she would act like a world-changing discovery was made. Laughing a little at the thought of Marcy freaking out over a simple flower, Sasha pulled into the store.

In theory, it should have been easy to buy Marcy a suitable gift. Only one problem remained: instead of too few options, there were too many. A video game, a new console, a nerdy book. The choices were endless. Sasha had no idea why she was making this a bigger deal than it actually was. Especially for the girl that violated her twice in two months.

Finally Sasha settled on the perfect present. As the heroes of Earth, Marcy and Anne had a large variety of merchandise. Jewelry included of course. Sasha herself did too, but she never bothered to buy any of that junk. Given that Marcy already bought her a necklace of herself, why not return the favor? The store attendant was even generous enough to give Sasha a hefty discount.

Besides the fact that buying a gift for her took longer than it should have, Marcy’s birthday was smooth sailing. There were no creepy moments (thank frog) and she acted normal around Anne. Sasha was mostly relieved over that last part. Marcy seemed to dislike Anne from the way she talked about her in private. Probably just her obsessive side talking, but still.

Much to Sasha’s dismay, the gift Anne had put the necklace to shame. Two salamanders in a glass cage, one colored light blue and the other reddish pink. Obviously they were meant to be substitutes for Lady Olivia and General Yunan (Scourge of the Sand Wars, Defeater of Ragnar the Wretched, and the youngest newt to ever achieve the rank of General in the great Newtopian Army). Marcy nearly cried when she saw her new pets.

Sasha was beginning to have second thoughts about her gift. A necklace looked pretty pathetic compared to buying Marcy pet newts. It was too late to wimp out now though. The stress of the situation was starting to visibly upset Sasha however. Her face was sweating profusely and she twiddled with her fingers absentmindedly. And unfortunately for Sasha, Anne finally noticed something going on.

“Are you okay, Sash? You look rather blue. That’s my color!”

Usually it was Marcy who asked the questions and Anne remained oblivious. This time the roles were swapped. Sasha was relieved that she didn’t have to try and talk with Marcy, but Anne was barely any better. One thing that stayed the same about the brunette was her inability to take “no” for an answer. Which Marcy also shared, now that Sasha thought about it. Holy frog, when did her friends become so stubborn?

Regaining her composure, Sasha said the best excuse she could come up with, “Yes Anne, I am fine. Just thinking about the gift I got Marcy.”

In typical Anne fashion, she started being cloyingly optimistic, “Remember that it is the gesture that counts, not the gift. Marcy will love it no matter what! What did you buy her anyway?”

Both Marcy and Sasha knew that Anne was bad at keeping secrets. Calling her a gossip would be inaccurate, but she did have a curse of being terrible at lying. Out of the trio, she was the worst to confide in. What little pride that Sasha still had also prevented her from wanting to show weakness. As a professional psychiatrist, she had to keep up appearances. Still though…a little confiding couldn’t hurt, right?

“Alright fine, I’ll spill. I bought Marcy a pretty necklace. But considering what you got her, it looks like a heap of junk in comparison.”

Anne pat her friend on the shoulder, “Come on Sasha, don’t be like that! Marcy will be happy that you bought her something special. Now go on and give her your gift!”

Sasha rolled her eyes from how optimistic Anne’s tone was. Missing the entire point of why she was concerned. Oh well, chances are that Anne was right. Impressive gift or not, Marcy would be happy with it. Gathering up her courage, Sasha brought her gift over to the table. Marcy tore off the wrapping and dug her hands into the box. Smiling wide when she pulled out what was inside.

“Happy birthday Mar-Mar,” Sasha grinned, “Do you like your gift?”

“Oh my gosh, Sasha! I-I love it a lot! Thank you so much…for everything. Same to you Anne.”

Marcy grabbed Anne and Sasha and pulled them into a group hug. Just like old times. Arguably happier times too. Even on what was supposed to be a happy day, Sasha was still thinking about what Marcy did to her. It was hard to not think about one of your closest friends violating you…twice. Maybe the second time counted less than the first but whatever, it was still wrong!

The three-woman party lasted several more hours after that. Night approached before long and that meant it was now time for the girls to rest. While Anne said her goodbyes and left, Sasha was surprisingly reluctant to leave. Surely there was some sort of catch Marcy would lay on her first. Much to her dismay, Sasha’s prediction turned out to be correct, because the instant she approached the door-

“Wait Sasha! I w-wanted to ask you a special favor for my birthday.”

Sasha resisted the urge to facepalm, “Sure. What is it? Better not be anything dumb.”

Asking Marcy to not ask something stupid was the equivalent of asking Anne to stay out of trouble. Or asking Sasha to not be a sassy lady. Maybe they would succeed at it for a day or two, only to then immediately fall right back into the same habits afterwards. Sasha recognized this mistake right as the last word slipped from her mouth…but it was too late.

“I promise this is interesting! Okay so, I want you to um…s-sit on my face?”

Marcy’s perverted request made Sasha do a double take. There was no way she heard that correctly! Yet there was that signature Marcy-like tone that told her it was genuine. Sasha felt her face heat up at the lewd request. Was Marcy always this kinky? Time really did change people. But regardless, Sasha refused to do anything that debaucherous!

“With all due respect Mar-Mar…no. Absolutely not.”

Marcy put on her best pouty face, “Aww Sashy! This has been my greatest fantasy for so long. Can you at least give it a try for me? Pretty please?”

Sasha was becoming more and more tempted to roll over and accept the request. Not because her friend wanted it though. Moreso because the face Marcy was making did an excellent job at guilt tripping Sasha. Considering this sort of thing was exactly what she did to her friends for so many years, the irony was evident. Enough to make Sasha concede defeat.

“Ugh whatever, you win Marcy. I will indulge in your dumb dorky kinks. Just stop looking at me like that!”

In an instant, Marcy’s eyes lit up like winter lights, “Thank you so much Sasha! You know I love you more than anything in the world.”

Already Sasha was deeply regretting her agreement to this. The less that Marcy was acting like a lovesick nerd, the better. Sasha chose not to respond, heading up to what was technically her room. Marcy trailed close behind Sasha (keeping a watchful eye on her behind). Being a pervert was an old habit that died hard, it seems. Luckily for Marcy, Sasha failed to notice. 

“What am I doing specifically?” Sasha asked, “Am I only sitting on your face or do you want more?”

“I would love for us to go further,” Marcy said flirtatiously, “But I understand if any other demands are too much to ask.”

At least Marcy respected consent this time. Sasha was just happy that she could possibly avoid being violated this time. Marcy laid down on the bed, waiting eagerly for one of her desires to be sated. Very slowly, Sasha undressed, revealing the assets that Marcy masturbated to so frequently. Thighs like thunder and plush tits.

“Get ready Mar-Mar,” Sasha smirked, “Try not to faint like a dork.”

“No promises Sashy! I will try my best though!”

Marcy watched with a horny smile as Sasha stood up on the bed, her pussy already wet. The incredibly arousing sight somehow got better when the blonde turned around. Exposing her bubbly butt for Marcy’s voyeuristic viewing pleasure. Sasha backed up a little to find the perfect position. Once she found an ideal landing spot, Sasha lowered her rear. Closer and closer to Marcy.

Impatience was usually more of an Anne trait, but it seemed like her faults were infectious. Because rather than let Sasha naturally go lower, Marcy grabbed her asscheeks and shoved them downward. Living out her fantasies was too much temptation for the woman to wait. Sasha was initially too shocked to do or say anything. That would change rather quickly.

Not wanting one person to be doing all the work, Sasha made awkward attempts to do something . Stroking Marcy’s long black hair or rubbing at her crotch area. Though Marcy seemed too focused on worshiping ass to notice anything else going on. Sasha shuddered from the foreign feeling of a tongue deep inside her. It was so warm and wet…a strangely pleasant sensation.

Marcy let out a moan as she explored her new surroundings. This is everything she dreamed of and more! She plunged her tongue deep in between those thick asscheeks. Eagerly searching for the hole between the pillowy buns. After a while the effort was rewarded, as she could finally see that sweet opening! The taste was indescribable and intense (in a good way of course).

Admittedly so was the smell. Deep in here, Marcy could get every little whiff of feminine musk. Like a calming breeze of sweet perfume. Marcy felt her already disoriented mind start to melt as she sniffed and licked. Sasha panted in pleasure, easing her friend in further. Encouraging Marcy to dig a little deeper if she wanted her true prize.

Going deeper would prove to have consequences however. Marcy was breathing too quickly to not cause some concern. Sasha thankfully noticed and lifted her ass up. Freeing Marcy from her squishy confines. The gamer girl gasped for fresh air. Choking her friend on ass was not something Sasha was particularly fond of. Although knowing Marcy, she would enjoy that a little too much.

“S-sorry Marcy,” Sasha apologized, “I-I did not mean to-”

“Why did you stop Sashy? Everything was going fine.”

Considering that Marcy easily could have passed out, Sasha wasn’t sure if she believed that. How would she explain it to Anne? Being oblivious was difficult when your best friend indirectly murdered your other best friend. Putting those morbid thoughts aside, Sasha looked down at Marcy, who was staring at her expectantly with those endearing eyes.

“Are you sure this is okay? Should I keep going?”

Marcy gave a thumbs-up, “Yes please! Nothing bad will happen. Honestly Sashy, you really need to relax sometimes.”

Sasha rolled her eyes. Everyone always said that! Well if Marcy wanted her to relax, then she was certainly going to do so. Carefully shifting her position, Sasha lowered herself down once more. Marcy was at first excited…until she realized what was straight above her. Right in licking (or fingering) distance and surprisingly wet, was Sasha’s cunt. Glistening with clear arousal.

“Hold on a minute Sasha, this is not what I-”

Before Marcy could respond, Sasha lowered herself all the way. The spot she was in made sure that she could still use her friend as a makeshift seat. With the added bonus of Marcy being able to lick her vagina now. Sasha never expected that she would get so into this. Maybe it was just the raging desire to reach orgasm corrupting her brain?

“Start licking you slut.”

…Definitely the raging desire to reach orgasm corrupting her brain. Marcy moaned into Sasha’s slit and gave it a deep lick. Tangy and tasty as always. Up to this point Sasha was trying her best to keep what little dignity she still had. But now that facade has completely vanished. Sasha huffed in pleasure, surprised at how into this she was. 

Talking to Marcy about being a bad influence could come for later. She was far too busy eating Sasha out to talk (or do anything else). A constant fantasy of hers now brought to reality. It was difficult to even stay conscious. Marcy licked and suckled on the throbbing clit, feeling how it pulsated above her. Coating her face in femcum. 

Marcy was also in the perfect position to really get a good smell of Sasha’s more private areas. Her puffy pussy smelled mildly musky. Combined with the flowery scent of fresh perfume that Sasha always had emanating off her. The sweaty but not unpleasant smell of her asshole further added to the experience. Overwhelmed by the mix of fragrances and how hot this situation was, Marcy accelerated her pace.

“H-haahhh…slow down Mar-Mar! Do you want me to cum all over your face or something?”

Sasha would soon learn that she picked a very poor choice of words. The instant that she finished her second sentence, the blonde learned how much of a horny threat Marcy could be. Provoked by all the teasing Sasha was doing, Marcy had enough of playing nice. Gentle laps of the tongue turned to much rougher and dragged-out licks. 

Drenching Marcy in cum did sound arousing to Sasha. What little remained of her rational side was completely lost. Sasha was getting way too into this and she loved it. As a professional psychiatrist who saved an entire world, she is held to very high standards. Having a chance to “relax” a bit was relieving. Marcy meanwhile was anything but relaxed.

Especially when Sasha reached her climax, squirting femcum onto Marcy. Now she just looked ridiculous! Marcy opened her mouth to protest, only for Sasha to grind her hips back and forth. Silencing any protests that the dork might have had. This was not at all like what she imagined! Sasha noticed Marcy trying to speak and smirked evilly.

“No complaining Mar-Mar! Be a good slut and clean me~”

How could Marcy refuse an offer like that? Eagerly she lapped up every last drop of love juices she could get her tongue on. Occasionally she even got a taste of that puffy pussy again. Sasha hummed happily, satisfied with how her impromptu dom session went. Old habits die hard it seems. Though she had to admit that this was fun. Doing it again sounded super hot.

Marcy took longer than expected to finish “cleaning.” Probably because she had to take a breather every few seconds. Once she was finally finished, Marcy gently tapped Sasha’s thigh. The blonde took the hint and lifted herself up. Holding a hand out to help Marcy stand up. Sasha then began to fully realize just what she did. Losing control so easily was shameful!

“I uh,” Sasha said awkwardly, “I apologize for how um… invested I got into that. Although I gotta admit it was pretty sexy.”

“Why are you apologizing, Sash? That was so hot! Can you talk to me like that all the time?”

Typical Marcy, always a horny dork until the end. Sasha couldn’t help but roll her eyes. At least both of them enjoyed it for once. Marcy seemed to consider consent a tertiary concern. Second was herself and first was Sasha. Honestly it was surprising how a girl that looked so harmless could be so horny. Looks can truly be deceiving.

“Absolutely not. But uh…glad you enjoyed it too.”

The two women spent a few minutes cleaning up. Sasha was still a little drained from her intense orgasm, so it was mostly Marcy doing the work. Not that she minded having an excuse to serve her sweet princess. After a thorough inspection to make sure everything was squeaky clean, Marcy was finished. It was only now that Sasha realized that it was way too late to be fooling around any longer.

“Alright well, it was fun but I gotta go. See you around Marcy.”

“Bye bye Queenie Beanie!” Marcy waved cheerily, “Sleep well!”

Sasha dragged a hand down her face, “Would you mind doing me a favor, Mar-Mar?”

“Anything for you, Sashy!”

Trying to phrase this in the most delicate way possible was difficult. Essentially telling Marcy that her nicknames sucked made Sasha feel a little bad. Anne was allowed to use them since she had the basic decency to not violate her two times in two months. Marcy needed to show some more signs of improvement before getting nickname permissions. Sasha sighed and blurted out-

“Can you please just call me Sasha from now on?”

Marcy looked hurt and confused, but respectfully replied, “Of course…Sasha. Goodnight.”

Sensing the tension in the room, Sasha made a beeline for the exit. Hopping into her car, the blonde proceeded to drive away faster than she ever had before. Did she screw things up back there? Marcy was apparently fine with it, but Sasha knew all too well what a lack of consent looked like. Oh well, there was plenty of time to think about that in the morning… 

When her ass wasn’t still sore from being eaten out like a birthday cake.

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April

All things considered, April was rather uneventful. Marcy made the wise decision to back off for most of the month. Sasha was more than happy about that. Having some time to herself was rare nowadays. Client requests for her clinic slowed down and Anne was too busy working to hang out. It was looking like a fully relaxing month for Sasha…but like with all things, Marcy had to ruin it.

The trouble started on an average afternoon. Sasha was relaxing on her couch, sipping on a raspberry smoothie. Nothing was happening today, so she was free to spend her day doing absolutely nothing. Fate seemed to have other plans though, as Sasha heard a knock at her door. Initially she thought it was Anne or worse yet Marcy, but when the blonde opened the door, nobody was there.

Sasha was about to rage when she looked down and noticed the package. That was odd, she didn’t remember ordering anything today. Cautiously Sasha shook the box, listening to the content(s) within move around. Nothing suspicious here from what she could tell. With a nonchalant shrug Sasha took the special delivery inside and opened it.

Were it physically possible, Sasha’s jaw would have dropped to the ground when she saw what was inside. A plush toy replica of Marcy, down to every last little detail. Whoever made this must be an excellent craftsman…or craftswoman for that matter. Sasha had a hunch that only Marcy herself could make such a perfect plush copy. The box also had a cryptic note that read:

Hi Sasha! I thought about you a lot lately, so I got you an early birthday present! This is a plush toy version of me, obviously. Look on the back for a special surprise. Have fun! 

• Marcy

To say that Sasha was confused would be an understatement. Her birthday was still several months away. Typical Marcy, always desperate to impress her crush. Rolling her eyes, Sasha decided to humor her friend and turned the plush toy around. On the back was a big green button that stuck out like a sore thumb. Very strange…Sasha found that her curiosity was too much to not press it.

Sasha nearly jumped in surprise when the toy started vibrating softly. What the hell was that about? Curiously she inspected the plushie more closely. It was the right size to squeeze into something…or some one . Add the gentle vibrations and you had the perfect pleasure toy. The gears visibly turned inside of Sasha as she realized what was going on. A sly smirk weaved its way onto her face. 

“Ahaha…I see what this is about,” Sasha said to nobody in particular, “Well played Mar-Mar, you little minx. Well played~”

Obviously Marcy was not here to hear that compliment. Sasha didn’t seem to care though, she was far too busy thinking about how she could use her new toy. The first idea she had was also the most obvious: inserting the plushie into her vagina. Why else would Marcy give her a vibrating toy that was the ideal size for this type of lewd stuff? Surely she knew about the implications considering her lewdness.

The couch was spared from defilement as Sasha went up to her bedroom. Placing the toy on one of the drawers, the blonde took off her pants. She instantly noticed that her panties were sopping wet. Was she that aroused at the thought of pleasuring herself with a Marcy plush toy? Sasha huffed a little and yanked the damp undergarments off. 

Since she was already soaked, Sasha saw no need to masturbate to prepare for the real fun. Delaying the inevitable was pointless. The Marcy plush toy was grabbed and slowly lowered until it was mere inches away from a greedy cunt (literally). Only now was it starting to dawn on Sasha that this was quite possibly the most embarrassing thing she would ever do. Masturbating with an innocent plushie was a whole new level of debauchery. 

“W-well,” Sasha stuttered nervously, “No t-turning back now…I think I p-put it in like this?”

Sasha spread her legs wide, carefully pushing the toy inside of her slit. At first it was a bizarre sensation that she disliked, but after a brief period of pain, the pleasure started to take over. The toy was big enough that it stretched out her cunt in a good way. While still being small enough to fit in the first place. Lewd moans came from Sasha as she gently moved the toy in and out. 

It was almost like she was using an actual sex toy. Although considering that Marcy seemed to make this plushie with a vibrator function, it probably doubled as a sex toy regardless. Sasha kept up a steady rhythm, making sure to not completely ruin the plush. This type of toy could be used for more than a one-time thing. Horny as she was right now, Sasha wanted much more than this.

“H-hoohhh boy…a-alright. Time to t-turn on the vibration.”

Lowering a shaky hand down, Sasha pressed the green button. Instantly a pleasant tingle surged throughout her body. And a highly pleasurable one too. The plush vibrator throbbed inside Sasha, pleasuring her pussy in the best way possible. Every now and then it would become more intense for a split second and then revert back to its normal state. Sasha loved it already.

Maybe she could forgive Marcy for being such a horny dork if this was her idea of gift-giving. Sasha could feel the vibrations stimulating all the right areas. Not to mention the toy slowly moving along with those pleasure tremors. This was ten times better than Marcy’s attempts to pleasure her. Who knew all it took to satiate Sasha Waybright was a simple vibrator? 

Sasha huffed as she thrusted the plushie in and out of her vagina. Each movement somehow felt better than the last. The gentle vibrations further heightened her already high pleasure levels. Adding the fact that it was a toy that looked identical to Marcy made it even hotter. If she tried hard enough, Sasha could even imagine the nerd in place of the plush toy.

Right as thoughts of Marcy came to mind, Sasha could feel herself getting more aroused. She would have questioned why if the pleasure wasn’t clouding her brain. Thinking was difficult when you were masturbating to a toy version of your best friend. Sasha grinded her clit against the poor plushie, feeling how it stretched out her thoroughly stimulated vagina.

All of it was starting to overwhelm Sasha. The vibrations, the thoughts of Marcy, how big the plush toy felt inside of her. It was so much to deal with and she loved it. Sasha massaged her swollen clit, panting as it throbbed from the intense stimulation. Only a matter of time until she reached her orgasm now. Knowing that she was so close to climaxing, Sasha thrust the toy in hard .

“O-oh my fucking frog,” Sasha huffed, “I-I think I’m g-gonna-”

With a loud scream of pleasure, Sasha climaxed. Femcum coated the poor plushie, effectively ruining any traces of innocence that it once had. Sasha yanked out the toy once she was done squirting over it. The plush toy was now soaked in female fluids and looked visibly abused. Laughing at the sad sight, Sasha grabbed a nearby box of napkins to clean it off. 

“Mar-Mar sure knows how to make me feel good,” Sasha snickered, “Maybe I should see what else this thing can do~”

Upon finishing her cleanup session, Sasha lifted the plush toy up again. This time though, instead of spreading her legs, the blonde spread her buttocks. One hand kept her asscheeks apart, exposing the juicy hole between them. Sasha used the other to hold up her trusty toy. Prior to pleasuring herself, she took a moment to think. Is she that much of a degenerate to masturbate using a Marcy plushie?

Of course she is!

Sasha shoved the plush toy into her gaping asshole. Moaning as it stretched her out wide. Pleasuring her vagina was nothing new. Giving her ass some attention was something Sasha never thought of until now however. If it would feel this good all the time though, then she needed to do it more often. Wearily lifting a hand up, Sasha felt around for the button.

Once she found it, the blonde pressed it with no hesitation. The results certainly did not disappoint. Sasha was overwhelmed from the moment the vibrations began. Her legs were shaky and nearly collapsed from the sheer pleasure she was in. Perhaps she should have thought this through first, but Sasha was too lost to care. Rational thinking was difficult when she was so utterly aroused.

For as much as Sasha criticized Marcy for being so horny, she was looking like quite the hypocrite. One of the heroes of Amphibia, reduced to a moaning blushing mess. Struggling to stay upright on her bed as a plush toy vibrated inside her hole. Masturbating to thoughts of Marcy being here with her. Sasha humped against her bed, releasing moan after moan.

What little remained of Sasha’s humility was gone. Pleasuring herself was now the only thing she was concerned about. Sasha slowly pushed in the toy deeper, her legs wobbling and threatening to give out from underneath. The plushie continued vibrating even as it was shoved somewhere it was surely not meant to be. Marcy really made sure to account for every possibility.

Sasha was looking less like a hero of Earth and more like the biggest slut on the planet. Masturbating using a plush toy based on one of her friends. What kind of filthy degenerate did something like that? Clearly Sasha was, because this was the most invested she ever got into pleasuring herself. The bed was completely ruined as the blonde humped against it. But sadly for Sasha, all good things must come to an end and she knew it.

“O-oh Marcy! You f-fuck me so deep! Please cum with me!”

The second (and last) orgasm of the day shot through Sasha like a lightning bolt. Despite already climaxing recently, the amount of femcum released was just as impressive compared to last time. Sasha sighed deliriously as all of her lewdness was let out. Now she felt so much better than before! After laying there doing nothing for a bit, Sasha got off her ass and cleaned everything up. Including the plush toy.

Once the afterglow set in, Sasha realized the full implications of what she did. She just masturbated with an identical plush version of Marcy and used it as a dildo too. Nobody could know about this, least of all the dippy dork herself. Sasha sighed and decided she would save the worrying for the morning. Fucking her own brains out made thinking rationally all the more difficult. A nap sounded neat.

Snuggling up into her now tainted bed, the blonde decided to sleep with the plush toy she was gifted. Using it only for lewd purposes felt wrong…even if Marcy probably wanted something like that. Sasha rolled her eyes at the thought. Right before sleeping though, she wanted to let Marcy know just how much the gift was appreciated. And the still horny Sasha had the perfect idea for that!

Sasha rubbed her crotch against the plush toy a few times. Not to pleasure herself however (that was only a fortunate bonus). The toy was completely coated in femcum soon enough. Making sure to get her new vibrator in frame, Sasha took a picture of her wet pussy. Hopefully Marcy would take the hint from there. One hastily typed message later and the blonde was finished. With a deliberate slowness, Sasha clicked send.

Thanks for the gift Mar-Mar. I really appreciated it!

It only took a minute or two for Sasha to get a response: No need to thank me! Wanna come over and show me how much you loved it? Hehehe <3

The cheesy heart emoticon at the end was doing Marcy no favors. Oh how tempting it was for Sasha to decline the offer and move on with her day. Yet she elected to consider going along with it anyway. She still had a lot of pent-up hornyness to take care of. Who better to solve it than the incredibly horny Marcy? Plus the dork had a surprisingly strong sense of stamina.

Stay there Mar-Mar. Give me ten minutes and I will put on a show for you.

Marcy felt like pointing out the irony that Sasha was coming to her rather than vice versa, but it is hard to be snarky when a bitchy blonde wants you to make love to her for the whole day. So she kept her mouth shut…and all things considered, that was probably for the best.

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May is a special month for all three of our favorite girls. It was both the month they arrived in Amphibia and when Anne had her birthday. The birthday that changed the trio’s lives forever. Sasha and Marcy were planning to make this celebration extra special. Although the latter was reluctant to be near Anne for obvious awkward reasons. 

Since Anne bought her pet newts, Marcy decided to return the favor and buy frogs. There was already a frog that Anne took care of (appropriately named Sprig and colored like him), but the amphibian was required to stay at the museum. By technicality it belonged to her boss. Marcy thought that it would be a cute gesture to get Anne a Sprig that she could actually own.

Hop Pop and Polly would be included too of course. Marcy spent days searching for the exact species and training them all to get along. To say it was a difficult task would be a vast understatement. With a little bit of patience and lots of love though, Marcy made it work. She placed them all in a glass cage modeled after the grasslands of Amphibia. Ready for Anne to receive soon enough.

Sasha was once again feeling like her gift would be nowhere near good enough. Anne would be happy with whatever she got, but still. The perfectionist complex that Sasha still struggled with told her she needed something spectacular. Something that would really make Anne cry tears of joy. Looking through the stores was no help with Sasha’s dilemma. 

That was when the answer hit her. A music box got them into the whole mess in Amphibia in the first place. So why not give Anne a special music box? Obviously replicating the exact one was impossible, but a replica would suffice. Sasha immediately rushed to the highest rated craftsman she could think of. The artist was thankfully friendly and more than happy to help. 

Part of Sasha was grateful to her past self for approaching the craftsman one week prior to Anne’s birthday. Anything other than perfection would not be tolerated. Sasha had to admit that the craftsman did a really good job when the custom-made music box was finally finished. It was a splitting image of the real Calamity Box…almost eerily similar.

Maybe the original music box was destroyed, but Sasha still felt like its presence was there. A bolt of ice raced down her spine. Just as quickly as it appeared though, the foreboding feeling went away. Worrying about that sort of ridiculous stuff was useless. Sasha shook her head, handed the craftsman a generous amount of money (despite him insisting no payment was required), and left.

The next few days were spent texting Marcy and getting ready for the party. Sasha was on good enough terms with her horny friend after the whole plushie fiasco that happened in April. Marcy was more than happy to satiate her needs…even if some of them were a little extreme. All things considered, it was miles better than the awkwardness in previous months. 

Now Sasha was comfortable enough to talk without Marcy initiating the conversation first. Most of the time their discussions were unimportant chatter. For their mutual best friend’s birthday however, the two girls were determined to make it amazing. Sasha more so than Marcy since the latter was still wary that Anne would try to “steal” her future wife. 

Since Sasha so desperately wanted to throw Anne a party though, Marcy sucked up her pride and went along with it. Making her soon-to-be girlfriend happy was more important than subtly spiting Anne. Jealous as she was of the busty brunette, Marcy could tolerate her if it was for Sasha. That was the whole reason why she went through the trouble of buying those frogs and helping plan the party.

Finally the day arrived. Sasha closed her clinic for the day and Marcy halted progress on her webcomic. No time for doing work when it was the anniversary of arriving in Amphibia! Even Marcy, who was rather uninvested in Anne’s birthday, cared about it for that reason alone. The parent Boonchuys were also invited to the party, much to the dismay of Marcy. More people to distract Sasha, great.

At least the older Boonchuys would obviously not cause romantic tension. This may have been a fun party, but Marcy was still on high alert. She was in the presence of her main competitor for Sasha’s love. Relaxing was difficult…especially when Anne started getting touchy-feely! Constantly hugging Sasha and even giving the blonde a kiss on the hand. Obviously it was meant to be a playful gesture between two friends. 

Marcy on the other hand, interpreted this much differently. It was just as she feared: Anne was clearly stealing Sasha away from her! No no no…Marcy worked too hard to have the relationship she worked so hard for to be yanked away. Sasha was almost as bad as Anne for going along with it. The blonde needed to be punished and the brunette needed to be reminded of who Sasha belonged to. Clever girl she was, Marcy quickly thought of a foolproof plan.

“Hey Anna-Banana,” Marcy said with a forceful smile, “Would you like to open the gifts from me and Sasha?”

Anne failed to notice that Marcy was sweating bullets, “Oh sure! The birthday cake can wait until later.”

Thank frog that Anne was so oblivious. One might even say stupid. Marcy considered Anne of lower intelligence, but some of the things she accomplished proved the woman was still smart. Sasha instantly noticed that Marcy was being weird again and raised an eyebrow at her. Anne and her parents were here, this was no time to be a mischief maker!

Marcy tried to keep a straight face as Anne opened her gift. When she saw the frogs in the glass box, complete with a mini-Wartwood, the brunette had no idea what to say. Sure she had a replica Sprig back at work, but that one belonged to the museum. Now Anne had Hop Pop and Polly to add to the Sprig of her own! The hero of Amphibia and Earth was close to crying tears of joy. 

“Oh my frog…literally. Thank you so much Mar-Mar, this is amazing! How did you get all of them?”

“You could say that a close friend helped me out.”

As she finished her sentence, Marcy winked at Sasha. The blonde rolled her eyes but smiled nonetheless. Marcy could really be such a dork sometimes. Another thing to love about her. Sasha was actually rather unsure of what their relationship counted as. Were they friends with benefits or straight up girlfriends? Pondering on it made her brain hurt, so Sasha decided to change the subject.

“Focus now Anna-Banana,” Sasha purred, “Open my gift next~”

The tone was obviously meant to be playful. But as always, Marcy interpreted it in a completely different way. Anne was so close to Sasha that they were flirting now! Or at least it looked like that to Marcy. She would have blown her gasket if there weren’t four other people in the room. Marcy kept a forced smile, watching as Anne unwrapped the gift Sasha laid out.

Anne gasped when she saw a perfect copy of the box that transported them to Amphibia. It was truly gorgeous when it didn’t threaten the lives of anyone in possession of it. Like it would burn her if she did so, Anne tentatively lowered a hand to open the box. Rather than teleporting everyone in the room, the music box played a calming nostalgic tune. Sasha really did choose the perfect gift.

“This is beautiful,” Anne said through happy tears, “I-I’m so lucky to have you guys as my friends.”

Marcy was startled when Anne pulled her and Sasha in for a big hug. Of course the other two Boonchuys had to get in on the embrace too. Sasha was more than happy to return the physical affection, but not Marcy! Any sort of contact she had with Anne was bad news. They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. In a way, Marcy was doing both, whether she wanted to or not.

Luckily the hug was short. Anne became distracted by the smell of sweet chocolate cake before long. That was the cue to finally have her birthday dessert. Marcy let out a sigh of relief as now there was something to look forward to. Sasha seemed rather oblivious to the turmoil that her (girl)friend was going through. Perhaps a punishment was in order… 

The Boonchuys cut out one slice of cake for each of the girls. Anne sat down on one side of the table with her parents, while Sasha and Marcy sat on the opposite side. Sasha was comfortable sitting by Marcy since she had the basic decency to not act horny in the presence of other people. Unfortunately for the blonde, she was going to learn that there was a first time for everything.

“So what have you guys been up to?” Anne said cheerfully, “We barely had any chances to hang out lately!”

Before Sasha could respond, she was startled by a hand rubbing along her crotch area. Looking down revealed that Marcy was the culprit. What in the world was she doing? Anne (or worse yet her parents) could see them! Sasha glared at Marcy, silently asking her why she was being so horny at such an inappropriate time. The girl only responded to the gesture with a sly smirk.

“I have just been working on my webcomic,” Marcy spoke up, “Progress on it is going great! How about you, Sashy? Still dealing with clients at your clinic?”

Sasha wanted to throttle Marcy, but there were three other people in the room. Was she trying to get them both caught? Fingering her in front of the Boonchuys was a great way to ruin their carefully-kept secret. Marcy got a little friskier with her touches too, daring to press on Sasha’s groin directly. Although her loins were covered, Sasha struggled to hold back her moans from the borderline fingering going on.

“Oh yes, I-I,” Sasha put on the cheeriest expression she could manage, “I have been…d-dealing with a lot of annoying customers lately. They can b-be quite a handful sometimes.”

“I can imagine!” Ms. Boonchuy said, “Dealing with some people just makes me so mad. Is there any way you tolerate them?”

Anne and her parents were ruining everything. Sasha could feel Marcy continuing her lewdness underneath the table. Pulling down that skirt to expose the underwear beneath. Marcy gently lowered a hand inside Sasha’s panties, shuddering as the slick stuck to her fingers. The subconscious arousal was something that Sasha was unable to hide. Naturally it made Marcy interpret her as wanting what was about to happen.

Well if her queen wanted something, then who was she to deny it?

Marcy gently moved her fingers around, stifling a groan as sticky fluids coated her hand. Doing this in front of the Boonchuys had a lot of potential to go wrong. Yet that was what made it so incredibly hot . Anne would know who Sasha belonged to and finally back off. They would be together for life with no more annoying competition from dumb brunettes. Such a smart (and very horny) idea Marcy came up with!

On the other hand, Sasha felt stupid for not realizing that Marcy would use this as a chance to assert her dominance over Anne. Even if the brunette was too oblivious to realize what was happening. If looks could kill, then Marcy would be dead ten times over from the way Sasha glared at her. This went unnoticed by the Boonchuys, but Anne did feel an awkwardness in the air.

“You okay Sash?” Anne asked. Sasha mentally cursed her luck.

“M-mhm,” Sasha forced out, “I uh…g-got distracted with something. Can you repeat the question?”

Ms. Boonchuy recited what she said. Sasha tried her best to respond calmly, “W-well I try to not let them affect me. They are h-here for help so…keeping composed is i-important.”

Composed was certainly not an adjective to describe Sasha right now. Marcy had somehow pulled down the panties without being noticed, meaning she could finger her directly. Sasha bit her lip so hard that it nearly hurt, but a little mouth pain was better than Anne finding out what was happening. Frog forbid that her parents weren’t as oblivious as their daughter and put the pieces together.

Perhaps Sasha would be less mad if this was any day except Anne’s birthday. And more importantly, any place but the living room, on a chair no less! Sasha was using all of her famous strength to not moan out loud. Marcy noticed and went deeper with the fingering. If she could find that special spot, then her and Sasha were totally busted. 

Instead of being scared by that thought though, Marcy was incredibly aroused. All three of those bothersome Boonchuys would know that Sasha was her property. Forever they would be together, with no stupid Anne to intervene. Marcy rubbed her fingers along the inner walls of Sasha’s vagina, feeling the love juices within wash over her. 

“I can agree with that,” Mr. Boonchuy suddenly said, “Gamers are always raging at each other. Right Marcy?”

“Yeah they are,” Marcy snickered, “Some gaming communities are really something else. Imagine losing a friendship over Creatures and Caverns !”

Mr. Boonchuy and Marcy shared a laugh. Anne and her mom didn’t understand the joke, but they smiled nonetheless. Sasha meanwhile was in absolutely no mood to smile. Marcy was getting dangerously close to finding her sensitive spot. And if she rubbed against it the slightest bit, the jig would be up. There was no way Anne or her parents could stay oblivious if they saw what was happening. Sasha could only hope that the party would end soon.

Sadly for Sasha, her wish would not be granted. Mr. Boonchuy had given Marcy a topic and boy was she going to exploit that. It felt like hours passed as they talked about various nerdy gaming topics. Anne or Ms. Boonchuy would awkwardly contribute to the conversation occasionally. Sasha stayed as quiet as she possibly could, even as Marcy grew frustrated by the lack of a real reaction.

“Oh! Would you look at the time,” Marcy randomly blurted out, “I think me and Sasha should leave before it gets too late. Bye Boonchuys, bye Anna-Banana!”

Sasha immediately caught on to what Marcy was doing and added, “Y-yeah we should. Have a great birthday Anne. See ya!”

Hastily pulling her undies and skirt back up, Sasha made a beeline for the door. The horny blonde could feel the warm gaze of the Boonchuys on her back as she left. Marcy took that as her cue to exit, giving a half-assed goodbye prior to leaving the party. Anne and her parents were puzzled but chose not to comment. Clearly they are oblivious to the end.

“So,” Mr. Boonchuy said, “Who wants my homemade pie?”

Pie was a delicacy that Marcy was indulging in at that very moment. A homemade one too if you counted the lack of hair. Sasha was in the car with Marcy, forcing her face into the pussy she fingered minutes earlier. Horny moans escaped the two girls as they were now free to be loud and lewd. Marcy suckled on the swollen slit while Sasha gently stroked her hair.

“You think you are so clever,” Sasha snarled, “Fingering me in front of Anne and the Boonchuys. We could have been caught!”

Marcy moaned into Sasha’s cunt. She enjoys the risk of being seen. Danger added to the experience. Teaching Anne to stay in her own dating lane was an added bonus. Both of the older Boonchuys were obviously no risk for romantic competition, but Marcy would have liked flaunting in front of them regardless. Sasha not seeing the same way was a minor setback…and honestly hot. The blonde was so shy about her queenly status! How adorable~

“Hmph. You would probably enjoy being caught anyway. Because you are just a dumb slut, right Mar-Mar?”

Sasha sure as hell wasn’t shy about her dirty talk though! Not that Marcy minded since it just added to the hotness. Hearing her future wife say such naughty things she would never dare to say in public was arousing. Marcy was unable to speak, so she nodded eagerly instead. The only acknowledgement she got was a gentle stroke over her hair. Which turned into a not-so-gentle tug.

“Then show me how much of a whore you are for me. Let it all out~”

Like the obedient slut she was, Marcy plunged her face deeper into Sasha’s cunt. The smell of feminine musk clouded her already hazy brain. It filled Marcy up with nothing but thoughts of Sasha Waybright. And it was all so incredibly sexy. Marcy licked and sucked on the swollen clit, moaning as it throbbed around her. Sasha reached her climax relatively quickly, marking Marcy with her love juices.

“While I admit this was hot,” Sasha chided, “Please never do anything like that again. Try to be sneaky and you get no pussy for a week.”

Marcy readjusted her position so that she was laying on top of Sasha. She gently combed her fingers through that beautiful blonde hair. This was where Marcy wanted to be every day. Cuddling and snuggling with her queen. Sasha seemed to not even care that she just had hot sex in a car. Right outside of Anne’s house no less! The corruption of Sasha Waybright had really begun to show lately… 

“I am sorry Sasha,” Marcy said robotically, “How may I convince you to forgive me?”

“When we get home, you are going to pay off your debt in full. Understood?”

A lewd moan came from Marcy at the thought. Sasha kissed her passionately, and in an instant they were all over each other once more. Driving her and Marcy home seemed to be a secondary concern for Sasha. The two women continued their car makeout. Even though having sex in a vehicle should logically be an instant turnoff, Marcy and Sasha seemed to be more aroused by that fact.

Oh yes, it was a truly terrific way to celebrate Anne’s birthday!

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I don't like posting a new chapter only for it to be an extremely short update excusing why there hasn't been any new chapters in so long. But I felt like it was necessary since I feel too bad leaving this for another few days without being transparent.

I'll keep this brief because nobody likes seeing a fic got updated only to be disappointed when its not an actual chapter. So long story short life kicked this fic's (and mine) ass. There's way more free time for me to write now so don't worry this isn't going anywhere. The next content update has no specified date but it will be this month so there won't be a hugely long wait. Because I'm getting bored of putting "there's no rape" in future chapters I'm just going to say that from now on there will be no more non-con. Maybe one chapter with dubcon at most but otherwise everything will be consensual with Sasha and Marcy figuring out their relationship.

Thanks for reading this fic so far and thanks everyone for all the Kudos. I love comments and feedback so if you have any to leave here then please do so!

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This has been a long time coming but I just want to make it official. For now at least, this fic is on indefinite hiatus. There are many reasons for this (most of which I can't and won't say here) but the main reason is general lack of motivation for Amphibia nowadays. With school starting again and work to deal with I haven't wanted to bother with putting in effort to finish this for months on end. I decided to make it official and just straight up put this as "unfinished until further notice." Sorry to anyone who really wanted this to finish and thanks to everyone who followed along with this until the end.