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Dear God, did you HAVE to bring up the damn muffins?! No, you can't have them! If you ask one more time, I swear we'll come to your house and kill you!





Chapter 3

A Secret Meeting

Peach sat at the bar, waiting for the one she loved. She wondered to herself why she was even still living in the same house as Mario. Oh well. The current arrangement would change quite soon.

Heavy footsteps heralded the coming of her secret lover. She turned to face him, and smiled.

"Why, I'm glad to see you, Bowser!" she grinned.

"I'm sorry I'm late, darling," he apologized in his gentle English accent, "but I have such a hard time getting a babysitter. You know how it is when you have kids who eat them."

"Oh, it's all right. I'd wait for an eternity to be with you."

"So would you like to go to the restaurant now, or a movie?"

"Neither," said Peach, "I want to go to.the hotel. I want you. I want all that love stored up in that big shell of yours. I want you to pour it out, all over me. I need you now!"

Bowser tried to contain the excitement growing in his nether regions, which was quite difficult. He realized that he was beginning to lift up the table.

"Ooooh, Bowser, look what you're doing! We'd better hurry, then, before we miss it!"

"Are you sure you can contain it all, my darling Princess Peach?"

"If I can't, there's nothing I'd like more than to die trying," whispered Peach. "Let's go."

So, Bowser and Peach made their way to Sirena Beach, Bowser tried his best with duct tape, to contain his crotch agitation until they got there, but to no avail.

"Look, Mommy, a turtle with a sausage in his pants!" cried a child. The child's mother looked, gasped, and covered the kid's eyes.

Peach and Bowser entered the hotel.

"A room for two, please," said Bowser, "with an extra deluxe king-size super bed!"

The clerk at the desk frowned. "I don't want you two in here any more," he said, "last time you were here, we had Cleaning Ladies cleaning your room with mops for five days! People started throwing up because of the stench!"

"Ooooo," Peach giggled, and smiled at Bowser.

"Yeah, that was a wild night!" laughed Bowser, "But come on! I promise I'll clean it up!"

"You said that last time!" insisted the clerk. "OUT!"

"WHY YOU LITTLE-" Bowser screamed, gutting the clerk with his claws.

"You're so cute when you're angry!" commented Peach.

Bowser reached behind the desk, and retrieved the key of their usual room, as well as the entire cash register.



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"That was great, Bowser. Just like always. It's like being buried under a mountain of love, and being caressed by an untidy underground river," sighed Peach.

"It was good for me too," said Bowser, "It's like you're a woman, and a condom, at the same time! Without all the scales and spikes, too! You'd better take a shower, though.you're a bit coated."

"So's the shower stall, dear."

"I don't know, Peach.I don't think we should do this too often. I'm a bit worried about how much I'm widening you out. I swear I heard you flapping in the wind the other day."

"Don't be silly!" said Peach, "I'm like a rubber band! I snap right back!"







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