There is something especially sensual about the curves, the way the flesh undulates across bone and skin stretches taught over muscle and sinew. Such soft colours, such downy fur, and that expression — a face that reveals so much about the trueness, the intensity, of the heart. Such is the way that Bowser, the king of koopas, gazed upon his beloved goombas.
As he watched his minions form orderly troops below his castle, Bowser felt a slight stirring in his loins. The koopas were wonderful, sure, as were the dry bones and the many other creatures that did his bidding, but it was forever the moobas that held his attention. Such stalwart little creatures, stout and mushroom shaped, their firm heads a smooth, dark contrast with the lower shaft of their body and fuzzy, ball-like feet that kept them standing firmly at attention. Their beautiful little bodies had always tugged at his mind, reminding him of something, some object he'd seen before, but he could never quite place it. It was all a part of their mystery. Their impossible, beautiful mystery.
His speech was strong, it echoed across the land and into the ears and hearts of his troops. Their reaction was equally strong, roars of "down with the mushroom kingdom" and "mario's a weak-ass dummy" striking fear into the hearts of any toad-affiliated creatures who heard it. Bowser expressed the importance of bringing Peach into his kingdom, his need to wed her — but in his own ears the words rang hollow. Peach was a necessity, the key to the kingdom. But his love... his love would remain for the unattainable. The impossible. His boombgas.
As he returned to his chambers to the sound of his troops roaring with enthusiasm, a single tear slid slowly down the scales of the king koopa's cheek. He knew that however deep, however strong, his feelings for his gbompas were, he could never act on them. Never let the world know. Not only would it destroy his political reputation among both his enemies and his own people... it could simply never be, physically. It was the simple, painful reality of the situation.
Bowser retracted slowly into his shell, allowing the darkness to envelope him in his emotions. As he drifted into an uneasy sleep, he had only one thought. Gumboops would never be able to fit upon his massive koopa lovestick. And with that, he cried himself softly into a land of dreams.
A/N: I will probably continue this series, as I feel there is sufficient drama and emotion to carry another couple of chapters. We'll see. I know there are a few spelling mistakes but this is my first fic, bear with me.