We don't own Mario, and SHUT UP ABOUT THE FUCKING MUFFINS! YOU WANT ME TO
TAKE THIS MUFFIN AND CRAM IT UP YOUR ASS?! HUH? HUH?!!!
Chapter 4
Mario's Night Out
Mario walked along the beach, feeling quite pretty. Several people stared at him, and one woman hit him with her purse, but he hit her back with his own purse, secure in the knowledge that she was just a stupid bitch, and no one smart would ever notice that he was not a woman.
Just then, he heard the voice.
"How's it goin, pretty lady? Lookin for some fun?"
Mario spun around, to see that a goomba had been standing behind him.
"So, you looking for a good time? I can take you back to my van," crooned the goomba.
"I'm not a woman!" said Mario.
"That doesn't bother me," soothed the goomba.
"Well, I do always like to try new things.."murmured Mario, "and it is rude to just walk out on you.."
Half an hour later, Mario was feeling very sick, and his ass hurt like hell. He wondered bitterly why the goomba had insisted that goombas must always be the ones ramming their dicks up their partner's asses, instead of the other way around.
"That was terrible!" he screamed at the goomba, "And you didn't even let me try it the other way around!"
"It wasn't that great for me, either," bitched the goomba. "You didn't even get into it. You just lay there and screamed, and said stupid things like, 'stop it', and 'get off of me', and 'what are you doing back there?!'."
"I don't need to take this crap from you!" yelled Mario. "I'm gunna kick your ass!"
With that, Mario punted the goomba across the van, into the opposite wall. It fell, stunned, to the floor. He ran up to it, and slammed his foot into its mouth, smashing its teeth back into its throat. The thing gurgled and gagged obnoxiously as Mario twisted his foot back and forth. Mario picked up the goomba, and started trying it the other way around. It screamed in agony around the teeth lodged in its throat, and it slowly suffocated to death, with Mario still in its ass.
"Serves you right." Muttered Mario, redressing himself, and stepping out into the night.
Mario suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be following Peach. He looked at his watch. Damn! 1 o' clock in the morning! He hurried to the bar, hoping they'd still be there.
He walked into the bar. "I'll get that no-good son-of-a-bitch brother of mine," Mario mumbled stupidly. "Damn my ass hurts."
Mario looked around, and didn't see either Peach or Luigi. He limped over to the bar and sat down.
"Did you see a woman in a pink dress, or a guy in green in here at all?" he inquired of the bartender."
"Yeah. They were in here about four hours ago, but they left. Say, you wanna have a good time?"
Mario glared at the bartender.
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Mario sighed contentedly. This time had been much better than with that damn goomba. He glanced over at the bartender, and smiled.
Ya know, we originally intended for something to happen in this chapter, like Mario catching up with Peach and Bowser. Guess it really says something about us if this happens instead.
Chapter 4
Mario's Night Out
Mario walked along the beach, feeling quite pretty. Several people stared at him, and one woman hit him with her purse, but he hit her back with his own purse, secure in the knowledge that she was just a stupid bitch, and no one smart would ever notice that he was not a woman.
Just then, he heard the voice.
"How's it goin, pretty lady? Lookin for some fun?"
Mario spun around, to see that a goomba had been standing behind him.
"So, you looking for a good time? I can take you back to my van," crooned the goomba.
"I'm not a woman!" said Mario.
"That doesn't bother me," soothed the goomba.
"Well, I do always like to try new things.."murmured Mario, "and it is rude to just walk out on you.."
Half an hour later, Mario was feeling very sick, and his ass hurt like hell. He wondered bitterly why the goomba had insisted that goombas must always be the ones ramming their dicks up their partner's asses, instead of the other way around.
"That was terrible!" he screamed at the goomba, "And you didn't even let me try it the other way around!"
"It wasn't that great for me, either," bitched the goomba. "You didn't even get into it. You just lay there and screamed, and said stupid things like, 'stop it', and 'get off of me', and 'what are you doing back there?!'."
"I don't need to take this crap from you!" yelled Mario. "I'm gunna kick your ass!"
With that, Mario punted the goomba across the van, into the opposite wall. It fell, stunned, to the floor. He ran up to it, and slammed his foot into its mouth, smashing its teeth back into its throat. The thing gurgled and gagged obnoxiously as Mario twisted his foot back and forth. Mario picked up the goomba, and started trying it the other way around. It screamed in agony around the teeth lodged in its throat, and it slowly suffocated to death, with Mario still in its ass.
"Serves you right." Muttered Mario, redressing himself, and stepping out into the night.
Mario suddenly remembered that he was supposed to be following Peach. He looked at his watch. Damn! 1 o' clock in the morning! He hurried to the bar, hoping they'd still be there.
He walked into the bar. "I'll get that no-good son-of-a-bitch brother of mine," Mario mumbled stupidly. "Damn my ass hurts."
Mario looked around, and didn't see either Peach or Luigi. He limped over to the bar and sat down.
"Did you see a woman in a pink dress, or a guy in green in here at all?" he inquired of the bartender."
"Yeah. They were in here about four hours ago, but they left. Say, you wanna have a good time?"
Mario glared at the bartender.
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Mario sighed contentedly. This time had been much better than with that damn goomba. He glanced over at the bartender, and smiled.
Ya know, we originally intended for something to happen in this chapter, like Mario catching up with Peach and Bowser. Guess it really says something about us if this happens instead.