Wish Upon a Femboy Star

**Chapter 1: Fantasies and Interruptions**

Lila lounged on her plush velvet couch, the dim glow of the TV casting soft shadows across her angular face. At 42, she was a woman of sharp edges and sharper desires, her dark hair streaked with silver and her eyes glinting with a hunger that never quite dulled. On the screen, *Fate/Grand Order* played out in vibrant color, and there he was—Astolfo, the pink-haired, genki femboy of her dreams. His infectious giggle, his boundless energy, the way his thighs looked in those tiny shorts... God, she could watch him for hours.

'If only I could have a boy like that,' she murmured to herself, her voice low and husky, fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass. 'Someone so cute, so full of life, just bursting with that sweet, playful energy. I’d spoil him rotten, make him mine.' Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she imagined pinning a boy like Astolfo against the wall, his wide eyes looking up at her with that mix of innocence and mischief.

The door to the living room slammed open, shattering her fantasy like cheap glass. Her roommate, Mara, stormed in, all broad shoulders and blunt opinions, her short-cropped hair mussed from a long day at work. 'Jesus, Lila, are you still drooling over those cartoon boys? What even are you, a teenage girl or a grown-ass woman?' Mara scoffed, plopping onto the couch with a beer in hand. 'Why don’t you go for a real man? Someone with hair on his chest, not... whatever *that* is.' She gestured dismissively at Astolfo, who was currently twirling on-screen with a giggle.

Lila’s eyes narrowed, her grip on the wine glass tightening. 'Oh, Mara, darling, not everyone’s taste is as basic as yours. I like my men delicate, pretty, and full of surprises. What’s wrong with wanting a little sweetness with my spice?' She leaned forward, her voice dripping with venomous charm. 'Or are you just jealous because the last “real man” you brought home couldn’t keep up with you for five minutes?'

Mara’s face flushed, but she fired back, 'At least I’m not lusting after some animated twink who probably squeaks when he talks! Are you even a woman, Lila, getting all hot and bothered over a boy who looks like he belongs in a dollhouse?'

Lila laughed, a sharp, cutting sound. 'Oh, honey, I’m all woman—more than you’ll ever handle. And I know exactly what I want. A boy like Astolfo would be dripping with energy, eager to please, and I’d have him panting under me in no time. You wouldn’t understand the appeal of something so... exquisite.'

Their banter was interrupted by a sudden, timid knock at the door. Both women froze, exchanging a glance. 'You expecting someone?' Mara asked, her tone skeptical.

'Not unless my fantasy just walked out of the TV,' Lila quipped, setting her glass down and striding to the door with a predatory grace. She swung it open, and her breath caught in her throat.

Standing there was a boy—no, a vision. Pink hair fell in soft waves around a heart-shaped face, wide violet eyes blinking up at her with a mix of confusion and boundless cheer. He wore a cropped hoodie and tight shorts that hugged his slender frame, and his smile was so bright it could’ve lit up the night. 'H-hi! Um, I think I’m lost... or maybe I’m supposed to be here? I dunno! Hehe, I just kinda wandered this way!' His voice was high and bubbly, every word bouncing with an infectious energy that was pure Astolfo.

Lila’s mouth went dry, her heart pounding as she took him in. 'Well, well, aren’t you a little lost treasure? What’s your name, sweetheart?' she purred, leaning against the doorframe, her eyes raking over him like a lioness sizing up prey.

'I’m Ash! Or, um, something like that! I forget sometimes, hehe! Do you know where I am? I was just skipping around, and now I’m here, and you’re super pretty, and—oh wow, is that a TV? Can I watch? Pretty please?' He bounced on his toes, hands clasped together, his eyes sparkling with childlike wonder.

Mara appeared behind Lila, her jaw dropping. 'What the actual hell? Did you order a cosplayer or something?'

Lila shot her a glare. 'Shut it, Mara. This is fate.' Turning back to Ash, she smiled, slow and dangerous. 'Come on in, darling. I’ll take care of you. Let’s get you comfy, and maybe... we can have some fun.' Her voice dipped low, suggestive, as she stepped aside to let him in.

Ash tilted his head, oblivious to the undercurrent of her words. 'Fun? Like games? I love games! You’re so nice, miss! I bet you’re super strong too, huh? I can tell!' He giggled, stepping inside with a skip, completely unaware of the storm of desire brewing in Lila’s eyes.

As Lila closed the door behind him, her gaze lingered on the curve of his ass in those tight shorts, her mind racing with possibilities. She could already imagine him sweating beneath her, his cute little gasps as she took control, her hands on his hips, his cock hard and desperate for her touch. She wanted to see him wet with need, dripping for her, his adorable face flushed as she made him cum with just a flick of her wrist. Her pussy ached at the thought, a heat building that she hadn’t felt in years.

'Oh, Ash,' she whispered to herself, her lips curling into a smirk as she followed him into the living room. 'You have no idea what you’ve just walked into.'

Mara rolled her eyes from the couch, muttering, 'This is gonna be a disaster.' But Lila ignored her, her focus entirely on the boy who’d just stumbled into her life like a gift from the heavens. She was going to make him hers, and she’d have him panting, horny, and begging for more before the night was through.