Behind Closed Doors
A Super Mario Brothers Fanfiction
by ClockworkPilot
Princess Peach Toadstool sat on Bowser's lap or (more correctly) on one of his massive, muscular thighs. The Koopa King was relaxing in his makeshift wooden throne, his basketball-sized hand firmly gripping the Mushroom Princess's diminutive waist. A few crude torches mounted into the walls of the castle gave the small room ample illumination. Lava underneath the floor kept the throne room hot and humid. Heavy beads of moisture ran down the walls, steamy as a sauna. Princess Toadstool slowly dabbed at her sweaty brow with a delicate pink handkerchief. She was not screaming, panicking, or even attempting to struggle. She did not, in fact, look forlorn or disappointed. Toadstool's shoulders were slack, her eye half closed as she sat in the clutches of her kingdom's sworn enemy. She lifted her head slightly, giving her captor a playful smirk. Almost absently, her white-gloved hand reached up and touched his face. His fierce expression softened at the contact. His yellow serpentine eyes met her blue radiant ones. The turtle dragon's face broke out into a wide smile, his teeth glinting like razors in the firelight. She responded in kind, her expression affectionate and a little sad. His huge fingers, each the width of a man's wrist, caressed the princess's light, wavy hair. These same reptilian hands that had the power to crush skulls like eggshells held the petite woman as carefully as a ceramic doll. His blissful sighs sounded like the far away rumble of thunder.
Toad, Peach's faithful attendant, dangled by his torso from the ceiling in the next room. Blindfolded and gagged, he wriggled helplessly against his bounds, oblivious to the couple's activities.
Somewhere in the distance, two overweight yet surprisingly agile plumbers were making their way through Koopa's castle. After yet another grueling confrontation with Bowser, they were disappointed when informed by Toad that the Princess was in a different castle.
Princess Peach Toadstool sat on Bowser's lap or (more correctly) on one of his massive, muscular thighs. The Koopa King was relaxing in his makeshift wooden throne, his basketball-sized hand firmly gripping the Mushroom Princess's diminutive waist. A few crude torches mounted into the walls of the castle gave the small room ample illumination. Lava underneath the floor kept the throne room hot and humid. Heavy beads of moisture ran down the walls, steamy as a sauna. Princess Toadstool slowly dabbed at her sweaty brow with a delicate pink handkerchief. She was not screaming, panicking, or even attempting to struggle. She did not, in fact, look forlorn or disappointed. Toadstool's shoulders were slack, her eye half closed as she sat in the clutches of her kingdom's sworn enemy. She lifted her head slightly, giving her captor a playful smirk. Almost absently, her white-gloved hand reached up and touched his face. His fierce expression softened at the contact. His yellow serpentine eyes met her blue radiant ones. The turtle dragon's face broke out into a wide smile, his teeth glinting like razors in the firelight. She responded in kind, her expression affectionate and a little sad. His huge fingers, each the width of a man's wrist, caressed the princess's light, wavy hair. These same reptilian hands that had the power to crush skulls like eggshells held the petite woman as carefully as a ceramic doll. His blissful sighs sounded like the far away rumble of thunder.
Toad, Peach's faithful attendant, dangled by his torso from the ceiling in the next room. Blindfolded and gagged, he wriggled helplessly against his bounds, oblivious to the couple's activities.
Somewhere in the distance, two overweight yet surprisingly agile plumbers were making their way through Koopa's castle. After yet another grueling confrontation with Bowser, they were disappointed when informed by Toad that the Princess was in a different castle.
