Yoshizilla-Rhedosaurus: Well, I did say that I had something similar to Meloetta's Icing Fetish, so here is Toadette's Brass Fetish. It's somewhat funny starting this on my birthday, but you know what, it's another weird fanfic as a gift from me to you. Enjoy, everyone!
Toadette was in Seaside Hill, enjoying the weather as she felt the cool sea breeze blow her pink pigtails back, sighing of relief as she enjoyed it.
"Now this is what I call relaxing," Toadette commented as she was sitting on top of green smooth grass on one of the many orange colored checkerboard mountains, overlooking most of the tropical beaches, all the way up to the Ocean Palace. "A nice view of a great location, some nice weather to accompany the atmosphere..."
Toadette then pulled out a yellow trumpet, looking at it as she smiled. "And my trusty trumpet to keep me some company!" She then got into position of playing it, blowing into the mouthpiece as she played some sweet brass tunes, sliding the trombone as she bobbed her head.
"Man, that was fun!" Toadette exclaimed as she looked at her trombone, smiling as she narrowed her eyes, getting a naughty feeling. "But you know... I wonder if I could blow down there..." She then placed her trombone down to her private part that was hard to tell on her white diaper since it covered up the entire thing, blowing a bassy fart into the trombone and sliding it, giggling as she heard it make music. "Oh sweet, it can be blown down there, after all!"
Looking around to see if anyone was around, Toadette sighed of relief as she was glad to see that no one was around, with the typical seagulls hanging around the sandy shores. Toadette's smile widened as she proceeded to play her trumpet in a naughty matter, using her stinky butt to blow air into the trombone by breaking, giggling with glee as she was getting aroused and entertained from her distasteful predicament.
Dry Bowser shook his head in disapproval. "You've GOT to be kidding me..."
