Mario strode across the vibrantly verdant pasture, drawing near to a large hill that rose rectangularly into the cerulean expanse of sky. From the top he could hear the sound of dainty feminine laughter, along with a peculiar boop, boop noise in a steady, throbbing rhythm.

"Is that-a you, Princess?" he called. Another giggle was his only reply. His mouth positively dry with unbearable curiosity, he jumped up to the top of the hill in a single bound. The sight at the top caused his mouth to drop open beneath his curly mustache. It was Birdo, firing eggs at the Princess. But rather than flying away in fear, Princess Peach was smiling demurely, lifting the fluffy pink hem of her dress ever so gently so that she rose and fall in the manner of a scrolling paddle along the edge of a screen, say, and lobbed the egg back in Birdo's direction, the boop sound emenating softly.

"Teehee! Oh Mario, you must join me!"

Mario hardly needed a second invitation. The luscious sight of Peach's ankles as she ricocheted up and down and the electronic sound effect as the egg smacked into her firm body were temptation enough. In a manner that lent an entirely new meaning to the word "powersquat," he tensed his round yet muscular legs and launched himself into the air. The egg shot across the air, propelled by the taut resistance of his nubile opponent's body-cum-backstop, and the Italian plumber manuevered to meet it, stopping its motion and sending it back in the opposite direction with a boop. Delicious frissons of pleasure curled through his limbs. The Princess floated gently down, her skin flushed with delight as the egg struck her and rebounded towards him.

"Princess," he called, his throat hoarse with lust, "what is the name of this incredible sport?"

"Teehee," she said. "Why Mario, it's Pong, of course." She released her skirt and floated gently down to the ground. She took a few tentative steps toward the egg-shooting creature.

"Princess, you should-a be careful!" Mario warned, falling to the ground with a thud. The Princess, ignoring him, wrapped her gloved fingers around the creature's round, tumescent tube of a mouth. A deep flush crossed her face as a tittering escaped her lips.

"Princess, what are-a you doing? It could-a be dangerous to hold it...and yet you seem to be enjoying yourself as if you were..." He gulped.

"Silly Mario," she replied. "Don't you know? A Birdo in the hand is worth two in the bush."

END

BJ Scav FTW