"Ugh, fuck me harder, damn it!" Toadette exclaimed as she was panting quickly, her entire mushroom body sweating.
"I'm trying my best, you stubborn fungi brat!" Bowser Junior snapped back, forcing his yellow reptilian Koopa 'spike' right into Toadette's heart shaped box.
"Well you're not trying hard enough!" Toadette snapped back and turned her head to face Bowser Jr. "I've seen Nintendo pour more effort into making those shovelware Mario platformers than you have been in screwing me over!"
"Grr, I'll show you fart face!" Bowser Jr. snarled while gritting his teeth, clenching Toadette's butt cheeks with his sharp claws. "I'll penetrate you so hard, it'll force you to go BAH-BAH!"
Dry Bowser and Petey Piranha couldn't help but watch Bowser Jr. and Toadette get it on during the night time on the smooth grassy but also sandy shore...
...
...of Seaside Hill.
"Oh course." Dry Bowser dully noted as he had his skeletal arms folded, shaking his head as he sighed. "It has to be in fucking Seaside Hill. Always goddamn Seaside Hill and frickin' nowhere else."
"Well, you really should know..." Petey Piranha spoke in a voice that sounded similar to Gilbert Gottfried, moving his big green leaves around. "...It is a Yoshizilla Rhedosaurus fanfic."
"True, no doubt." Dry Bowser commented as he and Petey heard Toadette moan gleefully, with Bowser Jr. successful in penetrating Toadette's fart box.
Birdo shook her head in disgust, suddenly appearing next to Dry Bowser and Petey, her hands on her hips. "Ugh... I don't know how anyone could bear to see two youngsters doing this..."
"Welcome to my world." Silver The Hedgehog meekly added while walking by the scene, quickly replying to Birdo as he was, as you would expect, delivering pizzas to the hungry tourists in Seaside Hill.
All while Toadette and Bowser Jr. continued screwing like rabbits. But because that gets quite old, let's go see something a bit more interesting... like a Bowser Junior from an alternate dimension trying to fit as many gadgets into his garage somewhere remote on the tropical Isle Delfino!
"Ah! At last, I have managed to cram in all the random shit I've gathered throughout the years! Now I'll finally be given the respect I deserve!" Bowser Jr. laughed boastfully, his hands on his hips, sighing as he then lowered his arms and shook his head in disappointment. "I am lonely."
And in another place that was on the sandy shore of the Koopa Cape, there was an alternate Toadette farting a bunch of bassy deep pitched farts in the river bound meadow, scaring away all the Koopas as they went hiding in their shells, with her flatulence knocking them away into the ocean.
"Ooh, I'm -FART- really -BLORT- stinky!" Toadette admitted in embarrassment for she was happily fanning the smelly fart air she made with her other hand on her grumbling stomach. "I should have -POOT- known not to have eaten those -BRAP- baked beans..."
As you can tell, it wasn't easy being Junior or Toadette in a sandy area, whether it was having sex, contemplating life, or farting away like there was no tomorrow.