FLUDD
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Ever since the odd appearance of a goop-spreading, paint-smearing creature known only as "Shadow Mario", along with the appearance of a man who could only be the Mario, life at Delfino Island had turned upside-down.
Mario pondered the strange turn of events as he aimed F.L.U.D.D. at a large gob of paint smeared across a brothel wall, letting loose with the high-powered blast of cleansing water. He lifted his hand to wipe sweat from his brow, and cringed when he heard a loud splash, followed by angry sputtering.
"Sorry!" he called, waving at the livid, soaking-wet Pianta who was now storming toward him, her palm-dress sticking to her shining blue breasts.
"You deviant son-of-a-bitch!" she shrieked, slapping him across the face, the palm tree on her head spinning violently. "First you interrupt our peaceful lifestyle, and you vandalize our buildings, now you assault the residents! Again and again and again!" She turned him around and slammed him face-first into the brothel wall, his bulbous nose breaking and smashing into a bleeding, throbbing mess. "Well, I've had it!"
"I'm sorry!" Mario cried, struggling in vain against her tight grip. Was she going to rape him? Or...
Stars exploded across his vision, failing to make him invincible as his face was slammed into the wall again. His lip and forehead split, and he felt F.L.U.D.D. being removed from his back.
"I'll be taking this," the Pianta sneered, spinning Mario around once again to face her. She leered at him and stuck the nozzle in his mouth, clamping his nose shut. "Let's see how you like it."
It was a terrifying, surreal experience, as he felt the water quickly begin to flood through his body, choking him, loading him down heavier, heavier, and heavier... he was drowning...
"I found an attachment!" the Pianta sang, whipping out another hose and shoving it into his urethra. Mario shrieked against his nozzle-gag, unable to bear the feeling as his penis quickly began to swell with the rush of water, promptly bursting into a mixture of blood, water, and soggy flesh.
He fell to his knees, tears streaming from his wide, terrified eyes, his stomach beginning to churn as the ground beneath him quickly turned red, his vision fading, growing blacker, and blacker...
"We're not finished yet," the Pianta screamed, taking the hose that had been in his urethra and jamming it into his rectum. A feeling of diarrhea began to churn in Mario's body, along with nausea. F.L.U.D.D. pushed back the building bile, and Mario's stomach burst open, the mixture of water and blood and feces and bile gushing out in a waterfall, his ragged intestines flopping out as other organs simply splattered on the ground.
His eyes rolled back in his head, which was soon stomped into a pulpy mess by the Pianta.
The sun had stopped shining for Mario.
~Fin~
