Mario and Fludd sat alone in his cell.
"This appears to be quite a predicament, Mario." Fludd said.
Mario nodded sadly in agreement.
"Data analysis verifies that the island's inhabitants are indeed troubled by pollution. But the pollution itself is not the main problem. The shine sprites used to gather at great numbers at the Shine Gate. But, the graffiti incident has polluted the island and most of the shine sprites have fled. There is no longer any power to support the peaceful lifestyle of the islanders. It is most pitiable." Fludd continued.
"The only way to ensure the return of the shine sprites is to keep the island from becoming any dirtier. The perpetrator is likely at work, even as we speak. And you, Mario, are being treated as a criminal." Fludd said.
Mario looked back at the machine, truly happy to have someone that understands what he was going through.
"Tomorrow we will do our best to resolve this situation." Fludd said.
As Mario looked out onto the beautiful pink-orange sunset of the island from his prison cell, he wished that tomorrow was a better day.
XXX
The light of the moon glowed over Mario's flesh. He laid awake on top of his bed, only wearing his blue and white striped boxers.
Fludd was...sleeping? Deactivated? in the corner of Mario's cell next to his overalls. All Mario could really do at that point was think.
Why did this have to happen to me? Is Bowser related to all this? How much is there to clean up?
And most importantly...
How was Peach feeling about all of this?
He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep.
But then...
He heard a faint voice.
" . . . ... ... .. . .. ."
He sat up immediately. He looked around, but no one else was in the cell. Fludd was still deactivated.
He laid back down. A bit worried.
"t - e... . .. . ..." the voice said again. Mario tried to sit up again, but somehow he couldn't move.
He felt something sitting on his lap. He looked down to see a ghostly, almost humanoid presence over his body, with two deep blue orbs of light where it's eyes should have been. "Mamma mia..." Mario said, shocked. It had a thin, but curvaceous shape to it, like a woman.
Mario could move his arms again.
He lifted his hands up to try to touch the spirit, hopefully it wasn't trying to hurt him.
"y ee e s ee e" it said, it's ghostly hands holding Mario's.
He put his hands on the spirit's thighs. He was amazed to feel the spirit had a smooth, almost silk-like feeling to it. The spirit's eyes turned a hot pink as it shifted, it's rear now on Mario's crotch.
"Oh." Mario said, kind of hating but also liking where this was going.
The spirit took it's hands and softly ran them down Mario's chest as it began to gyrate it's hips, grinding against Mario's growing erection.
"Ahh..." He said, slightly thrusting back into it. The spirit lowered it's head, its eye's light almost blinding Mario. "This...feels really good..." Mario said to the spirit, hoping for a response.
Even though it had no visible mouth, Mario felt like it smiled.
Mario's throbbing manhood had reached it's full 8 inches by now, tenting his boxers. I guess what they say about Italians is true.
The spirit's hands lifted Mario's head up, making him look at it. Then it...kissed him?
Mario's lips didn't move, but he definitely felt a faint pressure on them. The spirit started to press harder into Mario's tent, teasing him more. He began to hear faint giggling as his boxers seemed to move by themselves, freeing his hard, thick member.
The spirit's eye orbs moved down to his crotch, and disappeared.
"Wha? But...I-" Mario pondered.
He was cut off by an ice cold, but also white hot energy surrounding his cock.
"Oh, Mamaaa mia.." He said, throwing his head back in pleasure. "Ahn...oh..mama..." Mario said, slightly gripping the sheets. The energy bobbed up and down his cock. He was almost thrusting into it, wanting to feel more of this unknown pleasure.
The spirit's body reappeared. Mario looked to see that he was indeed fucking it. Or...from the looks of it, the spirit was riding him.\
Whatever was going on, there was no doubt that Mario enjoyed it. He gripped the spirit's thighs, pushing it down deeper onto his cock. He looked up at it, hoping it was having as much of a good time as he was.
This was the best ghost sex ever.
"y y ee ss s ss...f u uu c c ee e e..." the spirit said. It leaned in closer.
"m aa a k k vv v e tt o oo o m ee e... m a iii oo..." Mario tried kissing the spirit, and felt that faint feeling on his lips again.
He was getting close to cumming now.
"I-I'm gonna...c-cum!" Mario said, warning the spirit.
The spirit's eyes turned a deep red as it bounced on his dick as fast as it could. Mario could only grunt as the spirit pleasured him. The spirit stared into his eyes as he began to release inside of the spirit.
Being a spirit, of course, his cum shot out in thick spurts right back onto his own stomach.
The spirit lifted off of Mario, putting his boxers back on, and tucking the soft cock back into them. Mario was panting, almost thirsty for more.
"T-Thank you..." Mario said.
The spirit hovered over him one more time before kissing him on the cheek.
"s ss s s oo o o oo n nn n nnn" it said before disappearing. Soon? Mario wondered what it meant.