Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus: I loathe a certain shitty fat knockoff of Peach in a blue nightgown from space and I love Toadette, but the premise was too funny and intriguing to not attempt. Especially when the former is undeservingly in Super Mario 3DWorld as the only unlockable playable character, and the latter thankfully is becoming much more common after Mario Kart 8.

"What did he mean by this?" Areus asked as he tilted is head to the right, being genuinely curious as he and some others were watching this on a CRT television set high in the sky above the Super Mario World, with several cherry copies of the pesky plumber jumping across the white fluffy cloud platforms while several cherries were shaking about in the air.

"You always ask this stupid question..." Gruntilda Winkybunion sighed as she was using her witchcraft to cast spells over several objects themed and shaped just like herself.

"It means that he's retconning the pallet swap out of the story for similar females..." Dry Bowser casually stated as he was reading through the newspaper for any temporary jobs hiring, realizing that he was going to somehow be involved in the story as is the case with him.

But enough about these guys... let's get to the story at hand.


Cynthia and Toadette both sighed simultaneously as they were in prison, with the two girls locked up in the same jail cell. Cynthia had a defeated look on her face while she occasionally glanced at Toadette farting constantly, which was the only fun the flatulent mushroom girl could find within the now stinky prison cell. Eventually Toadette ran out of fart gas, leaving them to look at each other with nothing of interest besides Toadette's farts giving the cell a distinct smell that ironically didn't stink that bad given that they were locked up in jail.

"How could this all happen to us?" Toadette commented as she placed her hands on her face.

Cynthia sighed as she shook her head. "Oh... it must have been than weird spell Waluigi placed on me when I went to his taco stand..."

"Oh boy, I sense a series of flashbacks coming on," Toadette commented as she held her hands together.


Soon enough, things changed from the prison cell to Seaside Hill, as Cynthia was at Waluigi's Taco Stand, with Waluigi himself annoyed by the blonde human champion's presence.

"You know, these tacos don't taste that good for the price you're giving them," Cynthia commented after munching on one of Waluigi's tacos.

"So...?" Waluigi commented as he folded his lanky arms together.

"...So I'm not going to pay you for giving me a not so tasty taco for an overwhelmingly high price," Cynthia commented as she placed the taco down.

Waluigi raised his right eyebrow as he glared at Cynthia. "Are you insisting that I'm inflating the price because of the economy?"

"No, but I suspect that it's in your nature that you made it too rich for the likes of me," Cynthia insisted as she placed her hands on her hips. "You're probably jealous because the gaming public liked me better than you."

Waluigi's left eye twitched as his mustache dropped, pointing at Cynthia. "With a sly comment like that, you should be banned! I'm hereby banning you from ever being allowed to shop here again!" He then twirled around as weird dark, purple magic surrounded Waluigi, with him clapping his hands as thunder boomed, causing all the seagulls flying nearby in the sea to take off.

Cynthia gasped as she looked around, to see that the sky turned incredibly dark as Waluigi pointed at Cynthia.

"From here on out, you're banned from shopping in Seaside Hill!" Waluigi exclaimed as he sat back down, chuckling sinisterly as he folded his arms together.

Cynthia scoffed as she shook her head. "No matter. I'm sure the other shop owners in Seaside Hill are nicer than you." She then left Waluigi's Taco Stand as Waluigi watched her go.

Toadette hummed as she reached the taco stand, watching Cynthia leave as she turned to Waluigi. "What just happened?"

"Oh. I banned Cynthia from being able to shop at any of the shops in Seaside Hill." Waluigi commented.

Toadette giggled as she then widened her eyes, gasping in shock as she took a step back. "You what!?"


Cynthia shook her head as she made her way westward. "I don't need that lanky jerk telling me off... I'm sure the folks at Seaside Hill will treat me better..."

Upon reaching Lilligant's Lemonade Stand, Cynthia approached the stand as she saw Lilligant pouring the lemonade into a glass, with Whimsicott gathering more lemons.

"Excuse me, can I have some lemonade?" Cynthia asked as she rubbed her left elbow with her right hand. "That jerk Waluigi left a sour taste in my mouth with his taco..."

Lilligant shook her head as she moved her left leaf. "Sorry, miss. I don't really like Waluigi's tacos either, but he banned you from his stand, correct?"

"How... how did you know?" Cynthia gasped as she placed her right hand over her mouth.

Whimsicott rubbed the back of her head with her left stubby hand. "Being a fellow business in Seaside Hill means we all have connections with each other. It's rather unfortunate, but you're not allowed to have lemonade here. We're sorry."

"I... understand." Cynthia commented as she sighed, feeling defeated as she shook her head. "I'll just see if I can find any other shop..."

Cynthia sighed with disappointment as Lilligant and Whimsicott looked at each other, knowing that the other businesses would say no.

"I kind of feel bad," Whimsicott whispered while facing Lilligant.

Lilligant nodded her head in agreement as she patted Whimsicott on the head. "I do too, but you know how the rules are. Such as they are..."


"I don't mean to be a bother, Cynthia," Toadette commented as she rubbed her left elbow with her right hand. "But shouldn't you just cut to the chase?"

"Well, if you insist..." Cynthia commented as she moved her hands about, leaning forward to release a bassy fart as she sighed. "That taco Waluigi gave me not only left a bad taste in my mouth, it made me a bit gassy, too..."

"Oh, that happens to most of the girls who eat his tacos," Toadette chirped as she felt a rumble in her stomach, allowing her to release deep pitched farts again as she was willingly indulging in her fetish.