It was a sunny day, and Mario had finished banging the arse off of Princess Peach. Before punishing Peach, he had let rip, streaking the Princess' tits with his testosterone butter as she bathed in a pool of her own fluids. He wiped his mushroom against the cushy gluts of Peach as she wiped her thighs with a towel, ridding herself of the pungent trail of feminine gelatine. This enraged Mario; as his semen was mixed with her juices, and so by default she was ridding herself of his presence and their experience.

"YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL SLUT!" he yelled at the top of his fatty, Italian lungs.

He swung his gargantuan cock through the air in an arc, until it made a sickening impact with Peach's skull. CRACK! He felt her skull cave in underneath the weight of his sex fungus. The bone scraped against the skin of his fleshy plunger; leaving a bloody scraping, scar deep within the muscle of his salty salami batterer. This final act of rebellion from his whore, BDSM addicted girlfriend was the last, enraging straw. First she's kidnapped every other week, and now she fucking scars his dick! Mario was sent into a fit of pure animosity, bringing his mountainous schlong unto her head, repeatedly, completely devoid of any constraint or remorse. Her blood was flayed across the surface of his greasy peter, dripping from the underside, mixing with the congealed love smegma. Her face was unidentifiable; it was but a mishmash of bone and meat. Calmly Mario left the scene completely unclothed.

Mario exited through the palace gates, brushing past Toad on his way.

"Hey! Mario! How was your visit wi-" Mario cut Toad off before he could finish his sentence by delivering an astoundingly accurate uppercut with his raging peener. This was an incredible feat due to the accuracy and velocity of his phallus during that life-changing swing. Toad was dead as fuck. Mario was able to confirm this due to the fact that brain cells were strewn across his member. The mess that lay before him was infuriating. How could Toad have the audacity to spread his brains all over Mario's magnificent purple-headed pocket rocket? Mario decided that the only logical cause of action would be to rip Toad's mushroom from his head and fuck Toad's brain. If Toad wanted his brains all over Mario's penis so much, let's see how he likes it when he stuffs his whole bobby dangler into his cranial cavity! As if he had been hit with a bolt of erotic lightning as Mario proceeded to savagely tear the mushroom from the crown of Toad's head.

"TAKE IT YOU FUCKINKG FUNGUS LICKING FAG SPIRE!" bellowed Mario.

Mario jammed Toad's face into the cold, castle dirt. The sinew and chunklets that had been separated from Toad's body were scattered across the ground like cheap Taiwanese prostitutes. Mario, with the force of a deranged gorilla repeatedly and forcefully pounded himself into his old confidante's brain. The grey gristle flew through the air like an unfastened baby on the 9/11 flights. His jammy todger left a wet passage, unto which was inhabited with his pure, unadulterated viscous foetal fluid. His orgasm was like no other that he had had using the ruphee'd husk of Peach's smooth, tight body. He unloaded himself into Toad's noggin; his cum flowing freely like a log flume. He was satisfied… He fled from the mutilated corpse having had his way with its virgin goodness. He looked back one more time, savouring the image of Toad's loose eye hanging from its socket. He headed back and took it as a souvenir of his last great time with a warm hole.

This will be continued in the next chapter! Please leave some cancerous reviews! I would love something along the lines of Terminal 7! See you nigger-faggots soon!