Star vs. The Forces of Evil Quest Shorts

>Jackie takes her time, savoring the length of meat stuffing her mouth.
>Her eyes widen in surprise at a sudden gush of flavor before a low, gutteral moan issues from her lips, a blush blooming on her tanned cheeks.
>Slowly, you pull away, leaving her panting.
>Idly, a dribble of cream oozes from the corner of her lips, before a bright pink tongue flicks out to scoop it up.
>You swear she swallows in slow motion.
>J:"Fwah~"
>J:"Thanks, babe. Those cheese stuffed hot dogs were the best~!"
>You place the speared pork tube on the plate, dabbing her lips with a napkin.
>She rewards you with a grin before leanin in close, her lips inches from your own.
>J:"Why don't you have a taste?"
>She kisses you, her squirming muscle forcing itself past your lips to share the creamy thickness with you, bathing your tongue in the flavor.
>You've never been more happy to have stolen a recipe from Marco before.

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>H:"Happy birthday to me~..."
>This was a sin.
>H:"Happy birthday to..."
>It was dark, the ruby red fabric sliced from her dress blinding you, still warm against your face
>H:"...Me~..."
>Something hot and wet slithers around the shell of your ear, making you shiver despite the heat, your exposed body tense with anticipation as she whispers in your ear.
>H:"Happy birth. Day... dear... Hek~a~poo~..."
>Each word is punctuated by more phantom touches. A soft palm here, a needle-like claw there.
>H:"Happy."
>You feel her mass settle behind you, unseen busoms pressed against your naked back.
>H:"Birth."
>A sensation against the hairs of your skin. Movement. Helpless prey being stalked by a confident predator.
>H:"Day."
>Cold steel presses against your inner thigh, steadily moving up. Scissors? A knife? You're at her mercy.
>H:"To."
>The pressure leaves, instead it lightens the weight in your lap, the constricting confection being carved away.
>H:"...."
>The moment of truth. You'd followed the recipe in The Book, to the letter. If you passed muster, Hekapoo would keep you.
>If not...
>You feel shark-like teeth nip at your neck, steadily climbing up to meet you cheek before
>H:"Me~."
>A kiss.
>You pass.
>The blindfold is pulled away with almost painful slowness, though the room is still pitch black.
>All you can see is your naked self, half-eaten cake just barely hiding your too-hard shame.
>You don't dare turn to face her.
>Little lights grow in the dark, approaching quickly.
>A trio of Hekapoos, naked as you are, all creamy skin and smug smiles.
>H:"And now... "
>The original hugs you from behind.
>H:"I get to play with my present~."
>The lights go out again.