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The Phantom Soldier: Wait wait wait! One last thing!
The Phantom Soldier: *hangs up a wooden sign that looks like it was painted with blood*
dIRty JoKEs aNd nAUghtY MOmeNtS LiE aHEad. Ye bE WarNed!
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Original Story by GND-KicaCris
Co-written and edited by The Phantom Soldier
"Wreck-it Ralph" © Disney
Chapter 12, Part 2: Two sides of the same coin
"Lord Ganondorf?" Chocolette repeated in astonishment and bowed slightly in respect. "Pleased to meet you. Are you friends with the Koopa King?"
The dark lord smirked back at her. "In a way, yes. Bowser and I know each other from long ago, and we both currently work in Super Smash Brawl," he suavely explained to her in his deep raspy voice.
The queen frowned slightly in confusion. "Really? Bowser introduced a couple of your comrades to me before, but I'm afraid he didn't mention you, my lord," she said with veiled caution.
Ganondorf chuckled lowly at her. "Well, we're certainly not on the best terms at the moment. But enough about me, I'm more interested in knowing her highness better. I don't remember this arcade ever having a more beautiful woman than her grace," he said with his golden eyes narrowed. Chocolette became stiff with awkwardness; she could feel the alarms in her code firing off danger warnings.
She tried to remain calm and stoic. "Thank you for your flattering words, my lord. But there's not much to know about me. I'm just the racer monarch of a kart game." She hoped that her comment would bore him and he'd go away, as the fighting character he seemed to be, but to her surprise and dismay, Ganondorf's evil smirk grew a notch more.
"Nonsense, your grace. Even a blind man could see that you're much more than what you appear to be. Now, I'm pretty sure you're already bored of this silly party. Why don't you come with me to a much more entertaining place," he said lowly and very suggestively.
Chocolette frowned in annoyance and very slowly withdrew her hand with a polite smile. "I appreciate the offer, my lord, but I'm afraid I'll have to decline. After all, it would be rude from me to leave the party without my date," she giggled playfully, confident that her last statement would be enough to shoo him away.
Alas she didn't know this character well, as he once again grabbed her hand, a little bit more insistent than before. The queen dropped her smile and looked at the tall villain in front of her with both eyebrows arched.
"Oh so there is already competition," he chuckled sinisterly. "Don't worry, your grace. After all, there's no fool in this arcade that would dare to fight the great Lord Ganondorf."
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Ralph waited patiently for his and Chocolette's drinks with a broad smile on his lips, happily tapping his hand over the bar top to a random tune. A minute later, the mysterious neon green drinks came sliding across the bar towards him, just when Zangief approached him with a drunken grin. "How many of those have you gotten already, my friend?!" The wrestler asked him, side hugging Ralph's shoulder with a chuckle.
The wrecker rolled his eyes at him. "More than you and I don't look as hammered as you do. Go home Zangief, you're drunk," he jokingly said while standing up from his stool with both drinks in his hands.
Zangief grinned widely. "Planning on trying luck tonight Comrade Ralph?" He laughed drunkenly and Ralph snorted at his old friend.
"Go home Zangief," he started but just when he was turning around, he froze on the spot when he noticed an unknown man holding Chocolette's hand.
At first, a pang of sudden sadness hit his heart but it quickly transformed into boiling rage. "Zangief...who is that man with Chocolette?" He asked him darkly through clenched teeth.
The street fighter cocked an eyebrow confusedly but suddenly gasped in utter shock when he recognized the man that Ralph had just pointed out. "Sladkiy Lenina...what is HE doing here?!" Zangief glanced between Chocolette and Ralph and felt his drunkenness disappear upon sensing Ralph's rapidly increasing anger.
"Friend Ralph, you must listen to Zangief! That is no ordinary man!" The wrestler panicked as he saw Chocolette looking more annoyed and uncomfortable under the presence of the famous Gerudo King, making Ralph's eyebrow furrow even more.
Ralph fumed as he could tell that whoever he was, he was making Chocolette uneasy and he was not going to allow that.
Taking the drinks in hand, he marched over to where the two were standing, but decided to play it cool. "Back with the drinks, sugar queen. Oh! Who's this? Another one of our adoring fans?" Ralph would not let whoever this creep was get under his skin. Not for the first time in his life, the wrecker was glad that he was programmed to be tall, as he currently only cleared this character by a few inches.
Chocolette's expression quickly brightened upon looking at Ralph, but Ganondorf didn't even spare him a glance while still forcefully holding the queen's hand. "Beat it buffoon, we're busy here," he shrugged him off with no interest, and Chocolette glared daggers at him.
Ralph laughed uproariously, a rolling cloud of alcoholic fumes piercing the air and causing Ganondorf to wrinkle his nose in disgust. "A buffoon you say? Tough talk coming from a reverse colored Oompa Loompa. Chocolette, is this nobody bothering you?" He smiled sweetly at the Queen, a smile that said 'just give me the word and I'll throw him clear across the room."
Chocolette's glowed with deep drunk blushing cheeks and sniggered evilly at him.
Annoyed with the interruption Ganondorf finally decided to turn around with a snort. "Just who do you think-" and looking over his shoulder he recognized Ralph in an instant.
"Oh but if it is Wreck-It Ralph in person!" He said with a taunting smirk, whirling around to face him while still holding Chocolette by her hand. "My apologies, I should have recognized that trademark stench of yours, but MY lady here had had my complete attention," he said, rubbing a finger over Chocolette's hand, giving her chills.
"Excuse me?!" She tried to yank her hand away but he had a strong grasp. "I'm not your lady!" She barked at him, feeling her own anger starting to rise.
"Why thank you," Ralph replied smugly. "I try to keep up my own unique scent. Now if you don't mind, I believe MY lady wants nothing more to do with you. You can let go of her hand now." Though he had kept up a mocking smirk to that point, Ralph said the last part with a narrowing of his eyes, daring Ganondorf to do anything other than what he said. Meanwhile Zangief had run off to get Bowser's attention.
Ganondorf looked up at the tall wrecker with a mocking smile, looking completely unfazed by Ralph's menacing eyes. "YOUR lady?" He roared with a maniacal laugh. "Oh we got a comedian here! I guess landing on your skull so many times must have taken its toll on your sanity. Who do you think you are, Wrecker?" The evil lord questioned with an eyebrow cocked incredulously.
At this Chocolette smirked cockily. "Well," she began, earning Ganondorf's attention again. "If you really want to know, HE happens to be my date and if he wishes to smash your skull right now, I'll gladly sit back and watch him do so." She said with a menacing smile while digging her finger nails into the man's hands, but his hold never faltered.
Ralph took his grin up another notch. "You heard the lady. And believe me pal, I'm the least of your worries if you don't let her hand go. With me, I'll just beat you until you can't move. With her, she'll start melting that hand of yours off with those acid tipped finger nails of hers."
Because Ganondorf's back was to him, Ralph gave Chocolette a knowing wink that said 'play along,' knowing she didn't really have acid tipped finger nails... at least he hoped she didn't.
"And she'll do that just for fun. As for me, I don't really give a hang if whatever second rate game you come from is missing its bad guy and gets pulled. Maybe I'll let her take your legs too so you won't be able to escape it when the plug comes out." Ralph seemed to have an insane edge to his voice as he tapped his chin in thought.
Chocolette grinned evilly but soon her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as Ganondorf's smoldering smile grew wider. "Oh so that's how is going to be, eh? It seems clear to me now that you don't know who I am and what things I'm capable of," he said and the queen worriedly saw the mark of a triple triangle appear and a red glow emanate over the hand that kept her captive.
"Still, I don't think you want to see a demonstration of my power." Chocolette flinched as she felt painful jolts piercing her hand. "You see, it's not wise to threaten a villain when he has his prey already in his grasp," he said darkly as his eyes glowed yellow.
Ralph met his glare and matched it, his fists clenching reflexively. "You're gonna learn just how right you are when my hand wraps around your ugly skull," Ralph threatened, preparing to strike.
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Zangief ran as fast as he could across the large throne room, repeatedly stumbling and tripping over the numerous guests while looking for the Koopa King. He finally spotted him at his draped table at the back of the room, sitting on his large couch while whispering sweet nothings into Sorceress's ear.
"Bowser! Bowser!" The wrestler shouted and collapsed heavily over the table, startling both villains.
Bowser rolled his eyes in annoyance while Sorceress looked at the muscular Russian worriedly. "What now Zangief?! " the turtle dragon barked at him in his deep powerful voice.
"Is everything alright?" Sorceress asked him softly just as Zangief raised his head again, his eyebrows knit in panic.
"Trouble! Ganondorf! Ganondorf is here!" He said and Bowser's eyes went wide in shock.
"HE'S WHAT?!" Flames erupted from Bowser's mouth and his booming voice shook the entire castle, just as Ralph was preparing to crack Ganondorf square between the eyes.
All eyes, including those of Ralph, Chocolette and Ganondorf turned as Bowser seemed to grow even larger and sprout flames from all across his entire body. The sea of bodies parted before him as Bowser stomped forward, each step of his blazing talons leaving a deep burnt claw mark in the flooring of the room. Before anyone could say or do anything, Bowser opened up his massive jaws and launched a massive fireball. Ganondorf released Chocolette's hand and tried to block the pyrotechnic projectile, but he was a second too late and the attack took him off his feet and launched him across the room, impacting the wall so hard that it left his silhouette imprinted there. Meanwhile, Ralph took Chocolette into his arms and wrapped her up protectively, silently thanking the Koopa King for what he did.
When Ganondorf finally extricated himself from his wall print, he fell unceremoniously to the floor, groaning in pain. When he looked up, the hulking form of Bowser was staring down at him with pure hatred seething from his eyes. "I told you that you are forbidden from entering my castle again Ganondorf," he rumbled in his resonant bass.
Ganondorf chuckled darkly as he conjured some of his dark power to levitate and clean the ashes off himself, suddenly looking completely unharmed. He landed a few inches away from Bowser while dusting his arms off.
"That's not the proper way to greet an old friend, Bowser," the dark lord said with a defiant smirk, crossing his arms over his chest and looking up at the giant form of the Koopa King.
"Do I look to be in a gaming mood?" Bowser roared in his face, but the gerudo king stood still, unimpressed. "We're not friends anymore and you are not welcome here." Bowser's booming voice echoed through the halls of the castle.
Chocolette pressed herself deeper into Ralph's chest, feeling slightly afraid of the old royal villain's power for the first time. Ralph just held her closer, unimpressed by the so-called Ganondorf and just itching to wrap his hand around his throat and squeeze.
"You said this was a party for all villains, Bowser," Ganondorf taunted, meeting the seething Koopa king's gaze. "And this party has only begun. Would you really toss me out so soon?" His grin turned to one of lechery.
Bowser, for his part, just slit his eyes at Ganondorf. "Let me put it another way. You leave now and never return, or I'll call in a favor that the plumber owes me and I'll have him talk to the elf who will then make sure that you remain locked down in your own game. Permanently."
Ralph saw Ganondorf sigh and shake his head. "Oh Bowser, how low you have fallen. Forming an alliance with the so called heroes who constantly make our lives miserable. And even embracing and honoring a villain who keeps fooling the entire arcade pretending to be something he is not? What happened to you? Tut, tut, tut."
Bowser blew geysers of stem from his nostrils, looking even more enraged while still keeping his voice calm. "Yin & Yang Ganondorf. There can be no light without darkness, just as there can be no good-guys without bad-guys, and no bad-guys without good-guys. And as such, even in the darkness there is a speck of light, just as there is a speck of darkness contained within the light. And I may be in league with the very characters we were programmed to oppose, but I'd rather shake my claw with them than even consider touching a low-lying snake like you with anything less than a fireball again. It's two-bit villains like you that keep up the old stereotypes that keep us shackled. Just remember, Oh high gerudo king, you could be twice the man you are now and you'd still only be a quarter of the man Wreck-It Ralph is. Now then. Leave, or Yamauchi help me I will show you the door myself."
Ganondorf half smirked at that. "Very well then, I shall leave," he said with a gallant bow while the rest of the party watched in stunned silence. "But let me warn you, my old friend, this won't be the last time you'll see me...changes are finally coming." He chuckled darkly as he started to walk towards the castle's entrance. "Let's see how long you'll keep thinking the same way." His maniacal laugh boomed through the halls just as he crossed the tall wooden doors and disappeared into the darkness.
Bowser watched the man he had once called his friend leave, making a mental note to actually have his code signature added to the "DO NOT ADMIT" section of his game's coding. Breathing a tired huff of hot air, he turned around to face the crowds and offered them all a weary smile.
"My apologies for the interruption folks. Now then, did we come here to sulk or did we come here to have a PARTY?!" The crowd cheered and resumed their revelry as the music played up again.
Bowser, however, went over to check on Ralph and Chocolette, returning to his normal height as he walked. "Are you two alright?" he asked them, looking worriedly at Chocolette's hand.
Ralph pulled away and looked down at the queen, his face brimming with concern. "Are you okay?! Did he hurt you?!" his voice faltered in panic.
"Well…" Chocolette started and just then the three heard hurried footsteps coming from the crowd.
"BOSS!"
The three villains looked back and saw the six Sour Racers rushing towards them with Sorceress and Zangief bringing up the rear.
Razz was the first to approach them, her dark skin looked pale and her expression was one of pure terror and utter worry. "What happened?! We felt your pain! Are you okay?! This is all my fault, I'm so sorry my queen!" she said as she looked over Chocolette's figure, looking for any signs of injury.
"You felt what-?" Ralph pondered lowly, taking in Razz's frantic mood, which was mirrored by the rest of the racers.
Razz then noticed Chocolette's left hand and her eyes went as wide as dinner plates. "Your hand is hurt!" she pointed out and the rest of the racers gasped in horror.
Chocolette just wrinkled her nose in annoyance and hid the hand from Ralph's view. "It's not so bad," she lied.
Sorceress floated towards her and took her hand gently, giving it a good look. Ralph gasped and scowled deeply in seething outrage as he saw Chocolette's porcelain hand completely purple and slightly burnt.
"Oh my…this is definitely Ganondorf's handy work," the blue skinned villainess admitted sourly. She briefly glanced up at Ralph and noticed his ire rising rapidly again. "Don't worry, I can fix this!" she said, trying to lighten up the mood.
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Back at the table, Sorceress used her magic to heal the dark racer queen's hand, forming a glowing blue aura around it. Chocolette could feel her hand slowly healing, the cold and numb sensation disappearing.
Ralph frowned deeply, glaring back and forth between her hand and the main castle door, as if deciding whether or not to go sprinting after the scumbag who had dared to hurt her like this.
"Don't even think of it, Ralph," Bowser's voice suddenly interrupted his furious train of thoughts.
"But he-!"
"NO Ralph!" Bowser said with finality, looking him straight in the eye while he remained seated on his large couch. "Calm down before you do anything REALLY stupid!"
Zangief, Sorceress, Chocolette and the Sour Racers looked at their quarrel with worry.
Bowser exhaled steam from his nostrils with his eyes closed, quelling his fury. Ralph growled and looked away, feeling completely frustrated and not understanding why the old bad-guy kept preventing him from doing what he felt was the right thing to do.
Ralph glared at Bowser, both in confusion and annoyance. "Just who the hell was that guy anyways?!" He barked.
Sorceress was the first to answer him. "His name is Lord Ganondorf, originally from the famous game The Legend of Zelda. He and Bowser know each other from way back," she explained softly, a hint of sadness in her tone.
Ralph arched both eyebrows in surprise and once again looked at The Koopa King with outraged confusion. "You were friends with him?!"
Bowser frowned in apprehension. "That was a long time ago," he began as a flashback came to him.
"I first met Ganondorf way back during the arcade's first years, when my game was still an arcade game. He came when Litwak bought the first NES console. The first few years of the arcade were the toughest for us bad-guys as we were still under the influence of our default programs, and so we used to cause a lot of havoc in our games even after arcade hours. Once we discovered that we could leave our games freely, we would go rampaging through Game Central Station just for fun. It wasn't until all the heroes joined forces that they managed to stop the madness and locked our codes inside of our games, so we wouldn't be able to leave them anymore. Several years and upgrades after that, most of us grew out of our own programs and managed to form a fair relationship with the heroes, and so little by little they began to let us out of our games again.
"But the resentment still lingered among villains and the NPCs of the arcade. Soon the prejudice began and we villains became the lowest class in the arcade. No one respected us or treated us as equals. They rejected us all, shooing us from anywhere, as if we were mere filthy viruses. And of course, our patience started to wear thin. Being the strongest bad-guys in the arcade, Ganondorf and I became the natural leaders of our kind. For years we fought and defended our comrades from the injustice we all suffered, well deserved or not. War seemed inevitable back then." The turtle dragon glared down at his own claws.
"But then, just before the powder keg could blow, Mario and the rest of the heroes came with the princesses and offered us a peace treaty in exchange for us never causing any havoc anymore. We were wary about such a deal, but Clyde, wise as he has always been, talked some sense into us and so we agreed. Clyde and I formed the Bad Anon Program, with the intention to help other bad-guys to quell their frustrations within their lives and foster their growth out of their original bad-guy programs, making it possible for our insertion into society as well behaved characters. It didn't resolve all of our problems of course, but life became more tolerable in the arcade after that." Bowser sighed deeply again.
"But Ganondorf wasn't happy about it; he kept arguing that we had surrendered to the rest of the arcade's demands and that we had become simple pawns for the interests of the Heroes and Princesses. I thought he was just being childish and opted to ignore him... That was my mistake."
He looked directly at Ralph, his eyes looking as though they were someplace else, some time else. "Ralph, do you recall hearing about a game in the mid-90's called Fortress Fighters?"
Ralph scratched the back of his head in confusion, wondering where Bowser was going with this. "Yeah, it kinda rings a bell," he said. "I heard about it when I was at Tapper's one night. Some kind of trial run Mario clone that Litwak pulled after a week, right?"
Bowser frowned sadly. "That was just the story that the Princess Council and the Heroes gave to the arcade. The truth is far more frightening. A few days after the game was plugged in, Ganondorf went into it, plowed his way through the heroes and npc's, and then ripped the princess's code right out of her, killing her instantly."
Ralph, Chocolette and the racers gasped in terror, the color draining from their faces. "H-he did-?! How?!" Ralph stuttered to say, feeling nauseous just thinking about it.
"I don't know," Bowser said, shaking his head sadly. "What's worse is that a lot of characters don't realize how dangerous a princess death is. Because princesses tend to be central elements, a great deal of a game's coding runs through them. When Ganondorf killed that poor princess, the entire game world began to collapse. He managed to escape...but no one else did."
'That explains why Turbo just didn't delete Vanellope when he took over,' Ralph thought, suppressing a shudder as he realized that reality.
Bowser continued his sad tale. "With the entire game corrupted, Litwak put it out of order the next day and then sent it back to the manufacturers two days after that. Ganondorf is dangerously smart, too much for his own good, but to do something as horrible as that you have to be completely and utterly mad. I'm telling you kid, I don't even doubt he's worse than Turbo and I would even dare to think that he was the one who gave Turbo the code to hack into any game's code room." Ralph felt his stomach drop at that.
"Well, that's my opinion. There's no proof of that." He took a random glass and drank its contents in one swift movement.
"What happened to him after that?" Chocolette suddenly questioned out loud, breaking the pregnant silence in the atmosphere.
The corner of Bowser's mouth curled into a sad smile. "Naturally, the heroes came after him...and I helped them fight him," he paused briefly before continuing.
"That must have hurt his ego, me betraying him. The hero elf of his game locked him down, and he was sentenced by the Princess Council to never leave his game ever again, with no exceptions, meaning that if the console ever gets unplugged, he will go down with it too. I didn't agree with that; I thought the council was being too radical with its decision. They became so paranoid after that incident, but things gradually died down. But with your game jumping adventure last year Ralph and the arrival of a new royal villain...that's why I've been having so much trouble with them the past few days...they're becoming prejudiced again."
Bowser sighed heavily in melancholy as he finished his story. "I don't know how he got out, but one thing is for sure. Whatever he's planning, it's nothing good," he admitted while rubbing his temples with a talon.
Ralph frowned worriedly just as Sorceress finished healing Chocolette's hand. "There you go sweetheart, good as new!" she cheered and the queen marveled at her work, stretching her fingers and moving her wrist in circles, feeling no pain at all.
"Thank you, Sorceress. You really are too kind," the queen blushed with gratitude.
The blue elf villainess smiled warmly at her, "That's what friends are for," she giggled softly.
Bowser grinned with newfound determination. "Well enough of the drama! This is a party, not a eulogy after all. Whadda ya say we play a game to raise our spirits?! You! Green afro man! Get me one of those Shy Guy bartenders here!" Bowser bellowed cockily at Warhead.
The green-haired Sour Racer nodded with enthusiasm. "Aye, Aye, Cap'n!" he said and dashed away to do as told.
Zangief looked at Bowser with a knowing smile. "Oh ho ho ho! Are you ordering the heavy artillery, comrade?" he asked.
Bowser grinned widely at the wrestler. "That and more," he answered him just as Warhead reappeared with a flying Shy Guy bartender. "Aha! There you are Jose! We are having a round of shots here...you know...the REALLY bad ones...keep them coming until we pass out."
The Shy Guy nodded and flew off. Ralph looked at Bowser with an eyebrow cocked. "Pass out?" he questioned while still rubbing Chocolette's shoulders comfortingly. He was a little unsure about drinking in such excess, but then he figured why not. It was a party after all.
Chocolette blinked silently for a few seconds and then looked determinedly at Razz. "Razz, you're in charge of the racers for the rest of the night. Stay sober," she ordered her with a cocky grin.
"WHAT?! Ah come on boss! No fair! I'm already hammered here!" she whined loudly.
Ralph pulled Chocolette a little closer to him. "C'mon Sugar Queen. The Sours have been good all night, and they did a really great job helping you with your songs. Look, all else fails, I'll make sure everyone gets home tonight." Ralph saw six sets of eyes silently thanking him.
The Queen leaned a bit closer to him with narrowed eyes. "You sure big guy? Look at Bowser's size. If that Shy Guy is gonna wait until he passes out, then there's a lot of alcohol coming," she joked while the rest of the Sours gave encouraging gestures to Ralph.
"Relax Chocolette," he assured her, rubbing her back. He leaned in a little closer to her so only she could hear. "Besides, look at him. Pulling that stunt on Ganondorf took a lot out of him. And Zangief has probably been drinking since he walked through the door. There'll be a lot of drinking, but not as much as if we were all starting fresh."
Chocolette sniggered as Ralph's breath in her ear sent chills down her spine. The Sour Racers looked expectantly for their monarch's next words. "Oh alright fine! You really know how to convince me," she admitted stubbornly, though she couldn't stop smiling for some reason.
Her racers cheered and high-fived each other in victory, while Razz winked at Ralph and gave him a toothy grin and an approving thumbs up, as if telling him 'You're in charge tonight, dude!'
"Then it's agreed," roared Bowser. "Everyone's in on the fun!" True to Ralph's words, he did look much more tired than he previously had, his age obviously wearing on him as well as the physical exertion. The Shy Guy eventually returned with several bottles of liquor and shot glasses for everyone.
Sorceress chuckled. "Dear, please take it easy, I don't want you to fall asleep on an alcohol over dose...again." She cocked an eyebrow with a sly obvious innuendo, making the old villain blush in embarrassment.
"Oh my, poor Sorceress," Chocolette followed her joke with a mischievous snigger. "How unfortunate!"
Bowser gathered his composure and started pouring the liquor into the shot glasses rather expertly.
"Ooooooh what is - this shot called?" the twins asked as they eagerly peaked over Ralph's shoulders with matched grins.
"Come Comrades of Sourness!" Zangief yelled, taking his cue. "Let Zangief show you how we drink back in Mother Russia!"
Zangief took Razz by the arm and she gladly accepted his muscular arm. "Alright hunk. We'll see ya later boss! Have fuuuuuuun," she shouted as she and the rest of the Sours followed the wrestler towards the bar, leaving Chocolette, Sorceress, Ralph and Bowser alone.
Chocolette cocked an eyebrow in confusion. "What just happened?"
"Looks like you're crew just got pressed into the Soviet Navy," Ralph chuckled. "If Zangief has any say in the matter, they'll be lucky if they still have pants by the end of the night."
Sorceress laughed maniacally while the queen smiled worryingly. "I'll ask Lola to reset them first thing in the morning," she said, scratching the side of her head.
Bowser laughed and held up his shot glass. "Alright kids, this first one is a little concoction made and named in honor of a certain princess. Cheers to all!" And he downed his shot with his three companions following suit. Ralph marveled at the drink's taste, tasting almost like cinnamon and peaches, with a fiery aftertaste that lit a spark of arousal inside of him. He tasted his tongue a few time's just to get the last few lingering tastes. "What was that one old man?"
"That, good Sir Ralph, was Peach's Punani." At that, Bowser and Sorceress erupted in laughter, leaving a very confused Ralph and Chocolette looking at their friends in confusion.
Chocolette regally cleaned the corner of her mouth, feeling a strange but welcoming warmth hit her stomach with full force. "What's so funny?" she asked them while looking at Ralph with a questioning brow raised, her cheeks colored with a faint blush.
Sorceress looked at the two of them with barely contained mirth. "Punani translates to 'heavenly flower', sweetie," and then she continued giggling. Beside her, Chocolette heard Ralph utter an "oh" before he too began chuckling softly.
It was then that the queen made the connection with the most famous Princess's name of the arcade and also started to laugh openly. "Oh dear Wonka, does she even KNOW about this?!" she joked, her laughs rising rapidly.
Bowser was roaring with laughter. "She doesn't... but her husband does..."
That made the queen laugh even more, "The plumber?! Seriously?! Poor guy must have his reasons!" She wiped a laughing tear from her eyes.
"Oh you bet he has!" Sorceress agreed in amusement while trying to regain her composure.
"That would explain how you know the flavor," Ralph quipped, sending the table into even further hysterics, Chocolette covering her mouth in laughter, Sorceress holding her stomach and Bowser pounding his fist on the table.
"Go figure" Sorceress rolled her eyes expansively, the corner of her lips wrinkled in annoyance.
Bowser coughed and rubbed her shoulder tenderly. "That was a long time ago my sapphire," he said, suavely winking at her.
Ralph and Chocolette shared a sidelong glance, but decided to let it go. "Alright Koopa King, what's the next drink on the list?" Ralph asked as the Shy Guy placed the next round in front of them.
The old turtle dragon took another bottle and poured a reddish liquor into each glass. "This one is called The Cherry Popper, courtesy of Pacman. A favorite of the ladies," he finished with a sly grin while giving Ralph a conspiratorial wink.
Ralph took the shot down, savoring its delicious cherry flavor, but he really didn't see what was so special about it. Looking over at Chocolette and Sorceress, he noticed the two of them blushing fiercely and biting their lower lips. Ralph looked to Bowser and the older villain just kept smiling.
Chocolette giggled unknowingly, feeling warm and giddy suddenly. She smiled sexily at Ralph. "That one was a bit weird, but I liked its fruity flavor," she said while batting her eyelashes.
The next drink up was greenish in hue. Bowser raised his glass up cheerfully, though his hand was no longer as steady as it once was. "Cheers to all, so let's Raise the Flag!"
Ralph and Chocolette downed their drinks, and both suddenly found themselves experiencing similar but different reactions. For Ralph, he felt a growing stiffness mounting inside of his jeans, while Chocolette felt the tips of her girls hardening against the material of her dress. Both blushed profusely but decided to say nothing.
"You sly old man! Raise the Flag?! Seriously?!" Sorceress scolded Bowser with a drunken grin. She leaned closer to him after drinking her own shot. "You're leading your guests into a trap." She chuckled knowingly, softly slapping his shoulder.
"I know my dear, but you know as well as I do they're *hic* perfect for each other." Bowser was starting to sway back and forth and it looked like he was having trouble focusing on things.
Chocolette brushed her hair from her porcelain shoulders, feeling the heat rapidly rising. "I don't know what you're talking about girl friend; that shot wasn't that bad. I didn't feel a thing," she lied while fanning herself.
"Me neither," Ralph sputtered, though even he had to admit these drinks were stronger than he was used to. Moreover, the feelings and thoughts he was having towards Chocolette were also getting stronger and he was rapidly losing the will to keep them at bay.
Bowser frowned defiantly. "Ah, so that's how you wanna play, eh kids? Alright, I wasn't planning on suggesting the next drink, but since you two seem to be tough warriors, I'll bring out my secret weapon."
He signaled to the blue Shy Guy to come closer and whispered into his ear. After a few words, the flying Shy Guy shook his head in negation repeatedly. The tall turtle dragon scowled at him. "What do you mean by 'NO'?! Just do as I say and bring that bottle right now!" he bellowed severely.
The short minion scrunched his shoulders in fear and nodded with uncertainty, flying away rapidly.
Ralph and Chocolette shared an uneasy glance at Bowser's display of anger, wondering just what he had in mind. The answer came when the minion returned with a bottle marked with a multi-colored star on it and four shot glasses. The minion quickly set down the bottle and flew off, not wanting to witness what he knew was coming.
Chocolette gazed in wonder at the glowing golden liquid inside the bottle while Ralph's face went pale when realization hit his dizzied brain with force. "Bowser, don't tell me that's..."
The tall turtle dragon smirked darkly. "Oh yes old friend...this is Super Star," he whispered sinisterly.
Some part of Ralph's mind wondered about asking where the villain had acquired the illicit substance, but he knew better. He was mesmerized by it, unable to look away from it. "You're not seriously suggesting that we drink that, right?"
The dark queen glanced at Ralph in curiosity. "What's a Super Star?" she questioned rather loudly and Bowser and Sorceress instantly hushed her urgently.
"Not so loud your majesty, this is no ordinary liquor! In fact, it's quite illegal," Sorceress explained to her in a hushed tone.
"Illegal?!" Chocolette repeated in shock.
"Yes my dear queen. You see, this liquor is actually made from real Super Stars which are an extremely valuable galactic mineral that comes from way before the first Super Mario game was first plugged in at the Arcade. Super Stars are really rare and powerful; whoever uses them can achieve invulnerability and super speed for a short period of time. There are a lot of Super Stars in Super Smash too, but since long ago, the Princess Council and The Heroes forbade the use of them outside arcade hours, which is fine to us actually. It keeps things at bay here." Bowser paused, picking the glowing bottle up with his claws.
"But interestingly enough, a few years ago, some scientist villains, while trying to transform the Super Star into something they could bootleg and transport, discovered a way to make one of the most powerful minerals into liquor!" The old villain said excitedly, smiling at his reflection in the glass of the bottle.
"They knew what they had done was something marvelous and forbidden, and so the secret has been kept from the princesses and the heroes' ears and eyes for many years...but some would say that the heroes already KNOW about this and they just pretend not to, for they also enjoy the delicious and intoxicating flavors of the Super Star," Bowser finished his tale with a knowing grin.
Chocolette looked in fascination at the mysterious bottle. "And what happens if you drink a Super Star?" she wondered aloud.
The old villain kept his toothy grin aimed at his two guests of honor. "That would be spoiling the surprise, your majesty," he said as he poured the shots. "What's life without a little adventure? So why don't you have a taste and find out?"
Chocolette pondered it for a moment. Something in the back of her mind was screaming at her to back out of this one. As beautiful and tempting as the liqueur was, it was clear to her that Bowser was hiding something else.
Ralph was also feeling dubious of the drink, having heard stories about its effects. He knew that if he drank it, he was in for a wild night beyond his most fevered dreams. He knew he wouldn't get any information out of Bowser, so he looked to Sorceress for support. What he got was an encouraging smile, telling him to go for it.
"Don't worry dears! You won't regret it," she said with a wink. "We've already tried it, and we're still here!" She giggled as a deep blush colored her cheeks.
Bowser grinned as an idea popped into his head. "How about this? Ralph and I will go first, and then you and my lady right after. That way you can see the effect on us before hand," he suggested suavely.
'Way to throw me onto the tracks old man,' Ralph thought, but he gave his date an encouraging smile as he reached for the glass. He held up his glass to Bowser. "To our lovely ladies."
Bowser just snickered. "Cheers my boy!" And so both clinked their glasses in unison and gulped their shots in one fast movement. Chocolette blinked expectantly, glancing back and forth between the two tall villains while Sorceress watched with an amused smile and her arms crossed over her chest.
Ralph breathed heavily, looking intensely at his glass. His vision began to blur while the temperature of his body rose considerably, making him feel slightly uncomfortable under his clothes. He tried to focus his vision but it was getting harder as he suddenly started to feel a sudden need to wreck something, anything. Clenching his fists, his ears finally managed to catch the faint melodic sound of Chocolette's voice.
"Ralph? You okay?" She asked him rather softly, putting a warm hand over his clenched fist. He looked over at her and gasped as if she were the most beautiful creature he had ever seen in his life, feeling his pixels go completely red as a strong wave of arousal hit his code with force.
"Ralph?" Chocolette asked him again with a hint of worry in her voice.
Bowser chuckled knowingly. "Breath boy, remember how to breath," he said, his face also completely red.
A flash of colors ran through Ralph's eyes as he forced himself to continue breathing. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before and as he stared longingly at Chocolette, he knew that he had gotten himself into the best kind of trouble available.
"Give him a minute sweetheart, it's not so easy to come out of your first Super Star," Sorceress giggled as Ralph shook his head and tried to straighten up.
"I'm fine...I'm more than fine actually." He looked down and ogled Chocolette.
In truth, Chocolette was frightened, excited, anxious and slightly aroused all at once. She had just seen Wreck-It Ralph, arguably one of the strongest guys in the arcade, get taken for a ride in his own body. She blushed as she followed his line of sight to the top of her pale breasts, a small shiver of pleasure running through her.
"Now, now kids. It's the ladies turn," Bowser snickered again and signaled the remaining two shots on the table for the ladies.
"Ready sweetie?" Sorceress asked as she held her glass up.
Chocolette gripped hers with a delicate trembling hand and clinked it against the blue elf's glass. "To our favorite bad boys," she managed to squeak out before tipping the shot back.
Despite how vented her dress was, Chocolette suddenly felt like she was burning up, her vision clouded by a multi-colored hue of flames. She could feel her body temperature spiking and she liked it. Looking at Ralph, she let numerous thoughts run unbidden through her mind, such as what his hands would feel like dancing over her bare back, or what it'd feel like to have her nails gliding along the flesh of his forearm. Her breathing became quick as she fought to take in more air, trying to form a thought that didn't involve Ralph being shirtless or pantsless, but she was having no such luck.
Momentarily snapping out of his own trance, Ralph supported Chocolette's back with one of his hands as she bent over her elbows and covered her face with her hands. "Hey, easy there!" He said softly, loving the sensation of her bare back.
Sorceress snickered with her eyes narrowed mischievously. "How are you feeling, your grace?"
The feeling of his massive hand on her back sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, forcing her to bite her lip to stifle the moan threatening to escape her throat. "I'm-I'm...feeling... soooo gooood..." She couldn't help letting it out like that, but she didn't care.
Ralph's ears pricked upon hearing her speak so breathlessly, sounding ten times sexier than ever. He gulped as the voice of his bad code became significantly louder in his head.
Bowser and Sorceress roared in laughter at them. "Atta way kids! You did well! See? It wasn't so bad, now was it?" Bowser said with his arm warped firmly around Sorceress's waist. "And I have a hunch that Ralph can still handle a second shot. Whadda ya say, boy? We can make this more interesting."
"I-uh... I... uhm, sure!" he said without even thinking all the way through, letting Bowser deftly refill his shot glass.
Just when both villains were about to pick up their glasses, Sorceress interrupted them with a devious idea.
"Wait darling!" She said while grasping Bowser's arm. "As fun as this is, I think you're still making things too easy for Ralph. Since this will probably be the last drink of the night, how about Ralph does a body shot off of Chocolette?"
Ralph and Chocolette locked eyes with Sorceress, both of them still having enough coherence to comprehend what she had just said. "A body shot," they both echoed, trying to make sure they had heard right.
Bowser grinned widely. "Nah my sapphire, I don't think Ralph is man enough to do that," he teased.
"Says you old timer," Ralph said confidently. "That is, if my Queen will allow it."
Chocolette blushed drunkenly, admiring Ralph's pride. She straightened up primly but quickly wobbled a bit. "I can handle it," she said with a smoldering smile.
Sorceress and Bowser exchanged conspiratorial glances to each other and looked back at them with matching grins. "Alright then," they said in unison.
Noticing a Shy Guy floating by with a bowl of citrus fruits, Sorceress signaled him to come closer and very gently picked a big round lemon out. She handed it to Bowser and the Koopa king cut it in two with a single claw. The blue elf villainess then picked one of the halves up and drowned it in Bowser's glass, giving it a strong squeeze. She retrieved it and floated towards Chocolette.
"Alright your majesty, I'll need you to lean a bit over the back of your chair," she instructed her with a merry grin.
The queen blinked dizzily and did as told. "Like this?" She asked, arching her neck a bit to fully lean on the chair.
"Yes! That's it!" Sorceress chirped. "Now, stay still." Very gently, she rubbed the lemon over Chocolette's carotid and let the lemon rest there. "Okay, whatever happens dear...don't move! It's really important, or else Ralph might get carried away." She giggled and floated back over to sit with Bowser.
Ralph blinked, silently watching the queen's perfect porcelain neck with hungry eyes. "So...what do I have to do?" He asked without tearing his eyes away from Chocolette's rising chest.
Bowser gave him a defiant smirk. "Really easy kid. Drink that shot and then drink the lemon juice completely off the queen's neck," he finished with his arms crossed confidently. "You still think you can handle it?"
"Does Mario have a bad mustache," was Ralph's poor attempt at a witty reply. He took the shot back with a tilt of his head and quickly leaned down to put his lips on the spot where the lemon juice was, his body warming up the moment he tasted the tart juice mixed with Chocolette's natural flavor as his lips locked onto that spot.
Chocolette gasped and closed her eyes shut as an unknown wave of pleasure suddenly hit her system like a thunderclap. She bit her bottom lip and tried to remain calm, remembering that their friends were watching. Her skin became warmer and her breathing more erratic with each passing second as Ralph deliciously kept sucking her neck.
Ralph didn't want the feeling to end. This was up there with the best moments of his life and he never wanted the feeling to go away. He almost growled when he felt Bowser put a hand on his shoulder. Reluctantly, he pulled away, looking just as flustered as Chocolette was and nearly as out of breath.
Bowser roared with laughter as Sorceress helped a very dizzy Chocolette to sit up straight. "Now Ralph, don't get carried away. You'll have plenty of time for that later. But tell me, how was it?" The old villain asked, already knowing the answer.
Ralph was having a tough time getting his vision to focus, but he heard the question well enough and gave an answer to match how his code was feeling. "Wicked."
It was Sorceress's turn to laugh loudly at his answer, while the queen absentmindedly rubbed the large red spot at the base of her neck.
"That's quite a description," Sorceress joked knowingly.
"You know what Chocolette," Ralph said, feeling a bit more daring. "We've been here all night, and we haven't danced once." He offered his hand out to her. "May I have this dance m'lady?"
The queen had to fight the urge to tackle him right then and there, regally accepting his hand with sensual eyes. "Lead the way, big guy," she said and then giggled as Ralph pulled her to stand up.
Bowser wrapped an arm around Sorceress as they watched the two wander off to the dance floor. "You think they'll be okay?" Sorceress asked, leaning up to give the boss a kiss on the cheek.
Bowser grinned proudly. "More than 'okay' I would say," he chuckled while rubbing his hand on Sorceress's arm.
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"Ralphie!" Chocolette shouted over the loud music, a teasing smile lighting up her face. "I didn't know you dance!"
"Well I-I…I don't actually…" he admitted with an annoyed smile.
She giggled drunkenly. "So wait, you're asking me to dance but you don't know how to dance?" Chocolette teased as Ralph pulled her to the farthest corner of the dance floor where he felt he wouldn't draw too much attention.
"Hey! It's not like I had much of a choice before! The only chance I got to dance was at Felix and Calhoun's wedding and it was with your sister. You can imagine how well that went," he joked with a nostalgic smirk, earning a chuckle from her.
Spotting an isolated zone where the lights were dimmed enough to conceal their figures without obscuring their vision, Ralph came to a stop, whirling around to look at her with his colossal hand still grasping her much tinier one. He gulped nervously as Chocolette smiled at him with tender narrowed eyes. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself and grasped her other hand delicately, rubbing his thumbs over her silky skin. He looked at their feet in deep contemplation with a thoughtful frown.
The dark queen rolled her eyes knowingly. "They're not gonna move on their own, you know."
Ralph looked again at her emerald eyes with an annoyed drunken smirk. "I know! I know!" He rebuffed her but he still couldn't even attempt to move yet.
Chocolette sighed in amusement and decided to help him. "I'm as new at this as you are, Big Guy. But I believe the basics go around you..." She explained and very slowly pulled his hands towards her. "Put your hands here…" and Ralph blushed profusely as Chocolette guided his hands to the small of her back, encircling his fingers perfectly around her petite waist, "…while I put my hands on... uhmmm somewhere up here," she said huskily, brushing her hands up his abs to his chest until they finally stopped at the base of his neck, giving him goose bumps that made his bad code wish that his clothes weren't in the way of her touch.
The dark queen held her eyes with his and Ralph felt his heart skip a beat as his eyes drowned in her beauty; her beautiful green eyes twinkled under the colorful lights of the dance floor and her cheeks glowed with a cute pinkish hue. Her loose wavy hair cascaded smoothly over the porcelain skin of her bare shoulders and back. The wrecker was convinced now that she had to be the most gorgeous woman in the entire arcade, even far more beautiful than any of the princesses or heroines out there and he couldn't believe his own luck of having captured her interest. He desperately pleaded to the programmers for this dream to never end.
With their bodies a few inches away from each other, Chocolette spoke again, "Now we just have to dance." Ralph held his breath as he felt her hips starting to move in a circular motion under his hands.
The last remaining lock that was keeping his bad program contained finally tumbled and a sudden burning sensation of want fired up from within his chest. "Wait," he suddenly said in a deep voice. The dark queen looked up at him with both eyebrows raised in curiosity and was surprised to see a wicked grin on his lips.
She then yelped in surprise as his hands suddenly pulled her towards him, pressing her curvy figure against his frame forcefully, making one of her legs slip between his unintentionally.
Her wide eyes looked at him briefly in shock as he continued to grin at her with a wild glint in his eyes, but then her stunned expression changed into a very similar smile. "Not so shy anymore?" She sniggered, encircling her arms around his neck.
Ralph leaned down and nuzzled her ear, deeply breathing in the scent of her perfumed hair while letting a low growl escape his chest. "That was a bite and you fell for it," he lied huskily into her ear and she giggled in delight.
The beat of the music sped up while they continued to dance with their bodies scandalously latched onto each other. Guided completely by his instincts, Ralph spun her and pulled her against him a few times while she moved her hips, waist and buttocks sensually in synchronization. The wrecker thanked his decision of choosing such a hidden area of the dance floor, feeling comfortable and enjoying their intimate dance without worrying about the curious eyes of others. With a bit more bravado, he pulled her backwards towards him, making her press her back against him.
She gasped sharply, closed her eyes and smiled lustfully, reaching a hand to the back of his head. His hands tightly gripped the sides of her hips as she very slowly swung and pushed her back against him in an up and down motion, making him let a low primal groan in approval. He pulled her away and spun her one more time, before yanking her forward towards him.
She wrinkled her nose and smiled mischievously. "What are you plotting," she asked him with a suspicious frown.
He held her eyes with a smoldering smile while placing a hand on her lower back and taking her hand in the other. "Me? Plotting? I don't know what you're talking about, Sugar Queen," he snickered drunkenly while lowering his hand a little bit until her tailbone.
She didn't buy it. "For a bad-guy, you are a lousy liar," she chuckled, feeling his leg sneakily slip between hers on purpose this time.
"If anybody here is plotting, it would be you, your majesty," he grinned with a suspicious smile, taking his opportunity to put his plan into action, even though his drunken mind was clouded with other bad thoughts at the moment.
"Uhmm I don't know what you're talking about, Ralphie," she pretended to be in denial, but her giggles gave her away.
He pulled her off and yanked her backwards again, firmly pressing his middle against her backside. "You're setting me up for a trap, aren't you?" he whispered darkly into her ear in a growl and she gasped with excitement.
"Maybe…but not the kind of trap you're thinking," she whispered back in a sinister, sensual way, lowering her hips to his knees and then raising them up slowly.
He groaned, feeling his sanity rapidly slipping away. He pulled her off of him, gave her another twirl, and pulled her forward to him again. He leaned closer to her face, almost brushing the tip of his nose against hers. "Maybe I'll let you fall into my trap first." The corner of his lip curled in handsome, devious smirk and his eyes glowed red under the dimmed lights.
She gave him a smoldering smile while her narrowed eyes glowed vibrantly green. "You would have already fallen into mine by then." She grabbed his jacket's furry collar in want while both of his hands kept her hips pressed against his frame.
Ralph lowered his head more, pressing his forehead against hers while his hot erratic breath brushed against her parted ruby lips. They blushed profusely, with their eyes blurred and half closed while they continued to dance much more slowly than before. He unconsciously ended up pinning her against the nearest wall.
His code felt overheated, with every suffocated pixel of his large frame pulsing and jolting painfully in a confused, wanting way. He couldn't think clearly nor sense anything else around him; everything around him had become foggy and not even the music was reaching his ears anymore. The only thing that had his entire focus was her; her eyes, her lips, her perfume, her curves…nothing else mattered to him, and from the looks of her dizzy eyes and blushing cheeks, he could tell she was feeling the same towards him.
Ralph then suddenly smirked evilly down at her, freeing one of his hands from her hips and putting it on the wall, just beside her head. "I gotcha… Sugar Queen," he sniggered huskily, his lips brushing dangerously close to her cherry red ones.
She snickered, feeling delightfully trapped between him and the wall and her skin glitched in excited anticipation. "Are you sure it's not me who has trapped you?" And with a bit more bravado she pulled his collar again and teasingly pecked his lips briefly. Ralph's eyes went wide in shock as she pulled away quickly and giggled mischievously.
He couldn't take it anymore.
Neither could she.
As if on cue with the sudden racing tempo of the music, they both pressed their lips together hungrily, letting out surprised gasps of pleasure against each other's mouths.
He pressed her against the wall while his hands mapped the sides of her waist and hips, feeling a new binary adrenaline shooting through his circuits and code, desperately craving her. Her lips tasted so sweet, so natural, like the apple pie she made for him the first time he came to her castle.
Daringly, he briefly licked her lips as if asking her for permission and she happily obliged, titling her head and latching her arms around his neck so he could deepen the kiss. His brain immediately shut down as he felt her tongue wrestling with his, blindly following his instincts and her movements, not caring anymore if someone was watching them or not.
The queen was faring no better as she felt her legs rapidly weaken and buckle while his hands continued to grasp her tinier form in want. Her mind had gone entirely blank, completely forgetting about anything in her world: her kingdom, her sister, her plan, her racers, the party, everything and nothing mattered to her anymore in that moment. The world had gone in slow motion for both of them. The only thing they could hear were their moaning gasps for air and their racing hearts beat in their ears.
Just when Ralph's hands were about to hoist her up against the wall, a sudden electric booming sound burst their little bubble of passion.
VrrrrrrrrYoewwwwwwwwnnn!
The music stopped completely and people on the dance floor turned around toward the dj console as a strong crashing sound followed.
Ralph and Chocolette opened their eyes wide and parted breathlessly from each other's faces, completely flustered. They looked at each other with dizzied eyes but then their ears pricked up upon hearing a few comments from the dance floor crowd.
"Seems like the Sour blue racer had too much to drink tonight," some random guest commented.
The wrecker and the queen both cocked a knowing eyebrow and then finally decided to turn around to look at the dj console in the distance. There, they saw the unmistakable figures of Rocko and Warhead helping a passed out Franknerd to stand up.
Razz and the twins rushed towards their fallen comrade as the Sour Racers men lowered him off the platform and signaled Skrillex to resume his controls in the dj booth.
Ralph and Chocolette knit their eyebrows in an unimpressed line as they both watched the queen's racers trying to revive their resident 'mad genius.'
Chocolette huffed in resignation. "Seems like the night is over for my racers," she said with a drunken annoyed expression.
Ralph chuckled drunkenly. "Seems so…" he said with obvious disappointment in his voice.
Chocolette scoffed angrily, feeling her temper rising dangerously and was about to march over and give her racers a piece of her mind when she tripped clumsily and fell forward. Thankfully, Ralph managed to catch her in time before her face hit the floor.
"Whoa! Watch it, Sugar Queen," he said teasingly. "Seems like you're in no better condition than your racers."
She scowled at him with blushing cheeks as she regained her balance. "Don't be silly! I can walk fine-HEY!" she yelped as the wrecker suddenly hoisted her up bridal style. "What do –hic!- you think you're doing?"
He whistled to the racers and signaled Razz to follow him. Once she nodded back at him and made sure they were heading in his direction, he whirled around and marched towards the castle's doors with a bright toothy grin.
"Escorting you back to Sugar Rush, that's what I'm doing," he said with a handsome teasing smile that made the racer queen blush even more profusely.