Star vs the forces of evil

“While star is silly and quirky Harley. That is perhaps the only thing the two of share in common.” At Harley’s confusion, you continue in your explanation.

“Star is the crown the Princess to the butterfly kingdom, a kingdom that exists in an alternate dimension. She is the current wielder of the Royal magic wand and extremely powerful magical artifact that is directly linked to this worlds realm of magic.” You explain as you bring up an image of Star.

The 18-year-old princess from another dimension stands about 5 ft 4 with an hourglass body. Has long blond hair that reaches down to her knees. She has a cup size of B and has narrow hips with a tight bubble butt. She stands in her usual crazy assortment of colors in a simple teal dress, red Devil horned headband, orange stockings, and purple rhino themed boots.

“Dat girly is a magical Princess-“ “-from another dimension yes.” You finish for Harley to her amazement.

“I would'nt hold on to that amazement for long Harley. The butterfly kingdom and Mewni, in general, is not a nice place to live. It is a technological and societal backwater, that is stuck in the medieval ages. The reason for this is that Muni has become extremely dependent upon magic. Which ironically is the very same reason this world is so valuable, as it holds a vast amount of magical items.” You explain as you bring up images of Mewnian daily life. Harley only looks disgusted at the conditions that some had to live in.

“Oh, GROSS! Is that kid swimming in Soup?! An are they bathing in-?! Oh Now, that’s just wrong!” Harley yells in disgust as she bears witness to the life of the peasants of mewni.

“Yeah, not a pretty picture of the medieval era is it?” You comment as Harley turns to you to ask a rather important question.

“Mista C this is disgustin! How can they live like Dis!? Thought you said they had magic!?” Harley asks as to why the common folk live like this.

“Oh, they do Harley. In fact, Mewni has a monopoly on magic. In no small part, thanks to the first set of obstacles that we will have to defeat in order to conquer this world.” You tell Harley as you bring up and image of a Council of sorts all seated around a large mahogany table that is encrusted with gems.

“Those being, the members of the magical high commission. Which are as follows.” You bring up an image of a somewhat muscular man with a large crystal head, green skin, A purple Speedo, purple cape, and snake arms.

“This is Rhombulus, the “muscle” of the magical high commission. He is perhaps the least of our worries, as he is rather childish and can be deceived quite easily. His job is to enforce the laws of the magical high commission and to crystallize anyone he deems “Evil”.” You explain to Harley.

“So, he’s an idiot with an itchy trigger finger?” Harley summarizes.

“Like you would not believe. Moving on, we have Heckapoo…” You bring up an image of a yellow horned alabaster-skinned woman with long fiery red hair done back with a black spiky hair tie. She stands at a height of 5 ft 7 and has very wide hips and a large heart-shaped ass. Her breasts are an F cup in size, and her arms are spiked. She stands dressed in a yellow and orange ballgown with brown leather boots and a black tiara.

“She is the creator of all dimensional scissors, the form of dimensional travel that exists in this world. She is also the head and master of dimensional travel in general. She is perhaps the second biggest threat. As she can possibly track down our portals and predict where we might go next.” You tell Harley as she looks the fiery woman up and down.

“She looks sort of like a demon?” Harley comments as she looks at the woman.

“That wouldn’t be too far off from what she’s like. Heckapoo is over thousands of years old and has a mean streak to match. She enjoys playing mind games with people, so be careful when dealing with her. Moving on we have our most present threat to our conquest.” You pull up an image of a Goliath of a man. He wore no clothes and instead had clouds formed around his waist to form a covering of his privates from view. His skin shows the image of the stars themselves, his head was a giant skull with swords sticking out like horns.

“This is Omnitraxus. He is the watcher of space and time, the very second that we appear in this dimension he will know about it. As we will have changed the flow of this world. However, he will not know where we are immediately. That does not mean he will not warn the magical high commission about us. So, starting off we have to knock him out and put him into stasis so as to insure that he will not warn the rest of the magical high commission.” You explain as Harley looks a little grossed out at Omni’s clothes or rather lack of them.

“Eww… Mista C is dis guy some kinda Nudist?” Harley questions.

“I don’t quite know honestly. What I do know is that he is perhaps the most levelheaded of the magical high commission. Moving on we have the head of the magical high commission and the current ruler and queen of Mewni…” You continue as you pull up an image of a teal haired woman with an hourglass body who appeared to be in her mid-30s. She stood at a height of 5 ft 8 and had wide hips and a medium sized heart shaped rear. Her breasts were C cups in size and she was dressed lavishly in a blue and teal ballgown that flared out at the hips giving the appearance of a heart. Her hair was in a massive heart-shaped updo which had a large golden crown with a purple diamond as a centerpiece.

“Moon butterfly. Or Moon “the undaunted” as she is called by the people. She is a powerful magic user and is serious, responsible, and level headed. She is the exact opposite of her daughter star. She is the brains behind the magical high commission and often has the final say in what happens next.” Harley looks at this queen up and down before commenting.

“She looks like a buzz kill.” You nod your head at that observation.

“Moon gives off that look, doesn’t she? However, she is only the second most powerful magical user on the magical high commission. The first is…” You immediately pull up an image of a small robed, six-fingered blue-skinned man, with a purple gem lodged in his forehead.

“Sir Glossaryck of terms. He is the mystical mentor to the butterfly Royal family. He is an unbelievable pain in the ass, as he is often misleading and generally a snide little asshole! He claims that he takes no sides and is completely neutral within the politics of the Mewni! However, he has been shown time and again that he plays favorites and that- “ You rant on. Harley decides to cut in at this point.

“Uhh… Mista C? What does any of dis have to do with beating him?” Harley questions cutting your rant off.

“I-! Sigh.... Sorry about that Harley. It’s just that this little blue bastard is an unbelievable annoyance. He’s a master of the mystic arts and has a way with manipulating people. The only way to truly be rid of him is to put him into a permanent time lock spell and freeze him in place.” You apologize to Harley as you explain a possible way of getting rid of Glosseryck. You bring back up the image of star and begin to think…