SVTFOE (SkyXAnon) Chapter 9: Lunch Date (LEWD!)

Are you seriously just gonna sit there and watch me cook the whole time?
>Star had finished picking out a stack of movies and silly tv shows for you two to watch. Now she’s just sitting at the kitchen table, taunting you whenever you messed up something. But at least she was keeping you company. And you were keeping her from destroying the place.
>”Ehhhh. Yea. Pretty much.”
Help me at least make a FEW things will ya?
>”I thought I was barred from helping you cook anymore, remember?”
Well. To be fair, I’ve never seen almond crescents grow wings before. Yea… maybe you should just stay put.
>Star puts her feet up on the chair beside her and stretches her arms above her head, letting the straps of her rainbow bear dress fall daintily to the sides of her arms. You could see her smooth, exposed, pale shoulders calling you. You subconsciously lick your lips as you stare at them like they’re a tasty dish.
>”See something you like Anon?”
>Wait, did she really just say that?
W-what?
>”I SAIIIDD, THAT SMOKE’S NORMAL, RIGHT ANON!?”
>You look where’s she’s pointing at and see smoke billowing out from the oven.
NOOOO!!!! THE PIZZA!

>Great, now you’re stuck scraping pizza cheese off the bottom of the oven.
Well… at least it’s not too bad. All I gotta do is just get this out of here and we can put the pizza back in like nothing happened.
>”Wow...my hero”
>You shoot Star a glare that could kill someone, but you can’t help but break a smile when you see the shit eating grin plastered on her face.
I hate you.
>”No you don’t.”
Yes I do. I totally so do.
>”Nuh-uh. I think it’s the opposite, actually.”
Keep dreaming sis.
>”Ahhh! Yes… I completely forgot. Speaking of sisters…”
>Shit. Why’d you have to go and remind her? The little mess she made before allowed you to dodge that question. And it was a relief to you, especially because it’s one you’re reluctant to answer truthfully. But now you’ve gone and barked up the wrong tree again. Typical.
>”How was your night with Sky, huh? Pretty cool older sis right?”
Oh yeaaa! Completely uh...cool, and um. Older. Really sweet, and smart.
>”Does she remind you of me?”
Ohh, uhh, somewhat but… ya know, older sister, cut off a mermaid tail, all that jazz.
>”Oh really? Is that so? Are you sure?”
>Curse this girl, curse her to hell. It’s probably a good idea to keep cooking while Star’s grilling you. Might make it easier to hide the redness on your face.
Yea I mean, you guys are really similar though. For sure. Maybe a bit too much in the energy department.
>”Hey! Ok wise guy, why don’t you tell me more about your “date”?”
We went out...we walked around for awhile. Went to the park, talked more. Went to a carnival. Almost got arrested probably. W-went on the ferris wheel. Ya know, the traditional stuff you do on dates.
>”Aww, sounds like you guys had a swell time huh?”
Yea, it wasn’t bad at all.
>Well, speaking of things not being so bad, this interrogation seems to be wrapping up nicely. It seems from the tone of her voice that Star was satisfied with your answers.
>”Did you kiss her?”
>Fuck.
Whaaaaaaat? On the first date? Hahaahaaaaa. I’m not that smooth Star.
>Star gets up from her seat and slowly walks toward you. She looks down at her feet while she rubs her chin, deep in thought.
>”Hmmm.”
>Now she’s only a couple feet away from you. Oh no, maybe Butterfly girls could literally smell fear!
>”It’s just… your room really smelled like her this morning.”
>She suddenly picks her head up and looks you right in the eyes, making you recoil away from her stony gaze.
*SNIFF*
>”And so did you, Anon. You still do.”
>She glares her eyes at you while giving you the most evil looking grin you’ve seen plastered on her face.
Uhh...well. I uhh…
>”And you know what else I smell?”
W-What’s that? S-star?
>”Smells like lunch is ready! C’mon! I’m tired of waiting. Let’s eat!”
>You just stand there with your mouth agape while Star beams at you like the conversation never happened.

>Ten minutes later and you’ve finally finished plating the rest of the food. It's a pretty nice spread, too. Hot wings with your homemade bleu cheese sauce, pizza with fresh cut basil and tomatoes, Anon’s special extra spicy nachos, and even some nice deep fried jalapeno poppers for good measure. You were overjoyed the Diazes invested in awesome kitchen appliances. Having a deep frier handy was bueno. The table looks like a feast fit for a king. Or...a crazy bug princess.
>”Wow! This stuff is really, REALLY good Anon. You’ve been giving Marco a run for his money lately.”
You really think so?
>”Oh I know so.”
Aww, thanks Ms. Fly. It's good to know I’m improving. You shoulda seen me when I first started.
>”You know what they say Anon.”
And what’s that?
>Star looks up from her plate to make eye contact with you again.
>”The quickest way to win a girl’s heart is through her stomach. Something like that”
>You put down your pizza slice and stare back at her.
And where is your heart today, little butterfly?
>Star puts down her slice and hastily throws her hands under the table. Then she slowly begins to lift up a DVD case with a large fire breathing lizard on the front.
>”Today, Anon, my heart is with... Godzilla! A-RRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! RRAAAAARRRGGHH!!”
>Star proceeds to start flinging the case around the table, knocking the salt and pepper shakers over like they’re miniature buildings.
>”*KERPEW KERPEW!* *WABOOSH!* OH NO! WHO WIRR SAVE US FROM THE EVIR MONSTER! OH!? WHAT IS THIS!?”
>Star brings up another DVD case from below. Bringing them together in an epic clash over her lunch plate.
>”IT’S THE BEAUTIFUR BUTTERFRY MONSTER HERE TO SAVE US! THANK YOU MRS BUTTERFRY MONSTER! YOU ARE SO PRETTY, AND COOR!”
First of all, that’s a moth, not a butterfly, and second of all, that's...actually surprisingly accurate.
>”WHO CARES? C’MON! NO MORE FOOD! MOVIE TIME!”
>Star jumps up from the table and starts dragging you towards the TV.
Wait Star, we’ve gotta clean up!
>”There’s no time Anon! It’s almost noon and we’re late for the first annual Star and Anon Monster-thon. COMING TO A HOUSEHOLD NEAR YOU!!! GO! GO! Get your butt on that couch.”
>Star… was something else. She certainly had a sense of youthful humor about her. It was hard not to fall for her girly charm. She could be so many things at once. She seemed to be a walking oxymoron, and the more you got to know her, the more it seemed that way. Serious as hell one second, but goofy as an idiot the next. As painful as it was, your heart yearned for a girl like her. Thankfully, her sister was around. But was it really the same?
>”Ok! Here. Take this coin. Call it in the air, whoever wins gets to pick the first movie.”
It's fine, you can just pick it, Star.
>”Oh no, you’re not getting away with that, it's tradition during all Monster-thons that a coin toss be held to decide the first movie choice. Its right here in this little pamphlet I just made five minutes ago.”
>Star (lewdly) produces a small, blue, folded piece of paper that had previously been pressed against her bare chest.
Uhh...Doesn’t that dress have pockets? No seriously. It has like, three of them.
>”Yea yea yea, whatever, just read it Anon.”
>Star’s little pamphlet was adorable. It looks like something a four year old would make in art class. It had a drawing of you and her sitting on the couch with a bunch of fire and explosions and monsters battling in the background. Did she really spend her time just to make this for you? She was beyond cute. You put the pamphlet down on the coffee table in order to get things moving again.
Ok. I read it. I still don’t care about the coin toss though. Just pick something.
>”Ok! Heads or tails?”
I really don’t mind Star, c’mon.
>”HEADS OR TAILS”
NEITHER!
>”AHA! Heads, I win. Wow Anon, you really suck at this game.”
STAR!
>”Sorry, just trying to get your goat. Though, you don’t even HAVE a goat. I still don’t get that expression.”
STAR!!!!

>”Hahahaha! Yesss! YESSS! DESTROY ALL THE PUNY HUMANS!”
>You and Star have been watching movies for quite awhile now. And Star, well, being her, made it quite the movie watching experience. Sometimes she’ll grab you and gasp out loud in surprise, other times she’ll yell at the screen in frustration. But every time something exciting happens, she’ll jump up to her feet and stomp around for a bit. But it seems like every time she sits back down, she inches a tiny bit closer to you...not that you mind or anything.
What!? Why are you rooting for him now?
>”Aww c’mon Anon, those people were being meanies. They shoulda just ran away instead of trying to attack him. Its their own fault.”
You are one nutty little Butterfly, Star.
>Star punches your arm as she lets out a very exaggerated gasp.
>”You, LIAR! I’m made out of exactly 0 percent nuts! That’s it! You’re getting it now! COME HERE AND FIGHT THE MONSTER BUTTERFLY, MR. GODZILLA!”
MOTH! IT’S A DAMN MOTH-AHHHH!
>You find yourself getting slammed full force into the couch again, but this time, Star isn’t pinning you down. No. Instead, she’s ruthlessly tickling you.
Hahahah! S-Stop! GET OFF ME YOU INSECT!
>”NO ANON! YOU HAVE TO PAY THE PRICE FOR YOUR CRIMES”
>No way are you letting this little bug girl let the upper hand. You wait for an opening as she continues her tickling assault on your sides. THERE!
>”Ahahah-OOOOOOF!!!”
>You manage to duck under her furious tickling just enough to push her off of you, and you waste no time in slamming her into the opposite side of the couch, sending dust and pillows everywhere.
B-B-BODY SLAM MOTHERFUCKER!
>”Hahahaha! You’ll never defeat me you giant fire breathing turd!”
Oh yea?
>You continue to wrestle with her, fighting for dominance until you’re both red in the face from exertion.
>”TAP!! Tap you damned dirty monster!”
NEVER! TASTE MY SPECIAL TICKLE ATTACK!
>You push her flat against the cushions of the couch, doing your best to keep her noodly arms from swiping you away from her weak point: her cute little vulnerable belly.
>”hahaha! Nooo. Nooooo! HAHAHAH! NOOOOOOoooOOOOoooOOO!!”
YES! IT’S TOO LATE FEEBLE BUG! NOW, FEEL THE FURY OF MY SPECIAL RASPBERRY MEGA ATTACK!
>You push your lips onto her bare belly, and blow as hard as you can.
*ffrrrtrrpprrtthhh!* *PPFPFPFPFRRRFPHH!!*
>”AHAHAHAHAH! G-GET OFF OF ME YOU WICKED LIZARD! NOO!! NOOOOOO!! AHHHHHH!”
>It's just then that you notice the weirdness of the situation. Here you are, holding down a young girl and blowing raspberries on her slender, exposed belly.  It was a little too intimate. This was the closest you’ve gotten to this girl pretty much ever. That is until you feel yourself being hoisted up by her legs and deposited directly on top of her.
Star...what are you-
>You feel her slim, athletic legs wrap around your waist. You start to panic. If anyone walked in right now, they’d only assume the worst. You attempt to escape, but she isn’t letting go. You try your hardest not to look her in the eyes, but she isn’t having it.
>”Anon. Look at me.”
>Nope! No way, you can’t look her in the eyes. You know what’ll happen if you do. You already feel your pants getting tighter. No! NONONONO! You’re pressed so tightly against her. Your lower bodies are perfectly lined up for… oh god!
Uhhmm! I...I…uhhh!
>”Look at me you weirdo!”
>You feel both her hands cup your face as she forces you to look into her pretty blue eyes.
Star...let go, I uhh. I have to go to the bathroom.
>”You mean like you did ten minutes ago?”
>Fuck! FUCK! There she is. Star Butterfly. Holding you tightly against her toned body with a strangely lewd and satisfied smirk on her face. And just like that, little Anon begins to stir from his slumber, achingly pushing against her inner thighs through your pants.
Star...please, let go.
>”Nuh-uh. Not yet.”
>You feel one of her soft, slender hands gently trace your jawline before it slowly trails down your neck. How was it that such a small gesture could have you quivering and melting into a pile of mush? All those feelings you’ve been pushing down explode out from your chest. You’ve never felt so connected, so deeply entranced by someone, even when you were with Sky. You realize then that you’re starting to fall for Star, and hard. Her hand stops right at your heart, and she gives you a sultry little smile that has your member desperately throbbing against her. She feels that. She has to.
>”Your heart… it's beating so fast. Hehehe. Are you out of shape or something, Anon?”
>She bites her lip as she gazes at you mockingly, sending chills down your spine and goosebumps all over your skin. She moves her face closer to yours. This is it. You’re going to kiss her. You just know it. You’re on autopilot at this point; you feel like you’re watching yourself from behind. Fuck it. You press your very obvious pants boner into her bottom, making sure she can feel its stiffness, and push her even harder into the couch.
>”Annooooonnnnnn…”
>You can hear her whisper your name under her breath as your faces inch closer and closer. You feel the grip of her fingers tighten against your skin, your heart beating in your ears as you share each other's breath.

>”AHHHH-HAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!”
Huh?! W-haaaaaa!!
>You can’t even tell what just happened, all you know is that you felt a powerful force throwing you into the air, and suddenly your positions have been instantaneously reversed again. Damn these Butterfly girls and their freakish strength.
>”HAHAHA! GOTCHA! Wow Anon. Falling for the oldest trick in the book huh?”
ARRRGHHH! GOD DAMN IT!
>You’re not even sure why you’re yelling, maybe it's the fact that Star is blue balling you so badly and she might not even know it. She has to know what’s going on by now though, right? The little bitch is doing it on purpose. Isn’t she? You’re not misinterpreting this are you?
>”Tap!”
N-nnnnooooo!
>”TAP, GODZILLA BOY!”
UGGH! FINE! I TAP, UNCLE! YOU WIN YOU DAMN NECTAR GUZZLER!
>And suddenly, the girl of your affections is no longer straddling you. You miss the feeling instantly. She has to know how bad you wanted her, right? She has to. You’ve got the stains on your underwear to prove it.
>”Oh crap! What time is it!?”
It’s almost 6:00. Wh-
>”It’s almost 6:00!?! OH MY GOSH! I have a date with Oskar tonight! I better get out of here, we were supposed to go to his mom’s lake house or something! I’m SO STUPID! I can’t believe I forgot. I gotta go Anon! This was a good first Monster-thon. But we’ve got a lot of work to do on your behavior though.”
What!? What about my behavior you pollen pusher!?
>”By the way your bug puns SUCK. Also you can clean up for me right? Just this time? Ahaahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I gotta go RIGHT NOW! BYE FOR LIKE...36 HOURS OR SOMETHING! AHHHHHHHHHH!”
>And there you are, left alone, just like that; sitting there like a lost puppy with no pretty princess in sight. Balls blue, no sweet girl to lift your spirits, no change of underwear.
>Life is suffering.