It had been three very long days since Bowser kidnapped Princess Frankie and held the half-bunny femboy figurehead prisoner within his volcanic castle at the core of the Koopa Kingdom. All that time, Frankie had been nothing but trouble for every single one of Bowser's underlings who had to put up with childish antics. Frankie himself, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. Not a day went by when the acoustics of the lava-heated room he was held captive in weren't echoing with his giddy, infantile laughter. He kept on thinking of new, hilarious ways of tormenting every single hapless minion who was sent in to attempt to interrogate him on the whereabouts of the Bunny Coalition's coveted Power Star.
Feeding time is when Frankie was at his most rambunctious. For every meal of "grown-up" food that was served to him, he would grab the grub with his bare hands and splatter it in the face of whichever Goomba, Koopa, or any other of Bowser's underlings was tasked with delivering the food to begin with. The bratty femboy found great hilarity in making such messes all over his captors, though still left hungry, despite his initial rejection of the food served to him, he would demand "milkies," refusing to elaborate further on the order. Considering the transparent childishness of Frankie's entire demeanor, the Koopas deduced that he wanted a bottle of milk. Not wanting to need to wash off after nearly every feeding time visit, the Koopas conceded and started giving Frankie milk served in a baby bottle, much befitting to the thumb-sucking, diaper-filling, overgrown ankle-biter. But one bottle at a time still didn't fully satiate Frankie, as he demanded several refills in one sitting. He would drink and drink and drink, until his tummy was full to bursting. The immense amount of liquid, on top of the heavy dairy volume from the milk acquired from local Moo-Moo farms, resulted in some even nastier diaper changes for poor Kamek. The irritated magikoopa would get so sickened from just how severe Frankie's dirty diapers got that he would often delegate the lower-rank Koopas to clean up the filthy femboy's fanny instead.
After these long days of torment being directed at his subjects instead of his prisoner, Bowser decided he had enough at this moment, and stormed right back up to Princess Frankie for another gruff confrontation.
"You think you're soooo smart, don't ya, twerp?", Bowser spat indignantly. "You think you can just toy with my minions until they can't stand ya anymore? Is that your game, huh?"
"Maaayyyybe," Frankie cheekily smirked. "With how brutally they attacked my people before you kidnapped me, I thought they were gonna have much stronger resolve than what they're showin' now. These guys aren't soldiers, they're pretty much just toys, so I'm gonna play with 'em like toys. Don't ya feel silly having such a weak army, daddy?"
Bowser lowly growled, gnashing his entire set of razor-sharp chompers and clenching his fists so hard that the veins in both his hands and the entirety of his arms were bulging in sheer rage. His claws almost dug into the bottoms of his palms from clenching so hard. But even with this flaming anger engulfing his every fiber, Bowser managed his hardest to restrain himself, not wanting to almost kill his prisoner without getting exactly what he needed from him.
"Tryin' to break me before I break you, are ya, runt? I don't think so! You will tell me where the Power Star is, one way or another!"
Frankie loudly yawned as he kicked back his legs from within the steel cage he was kept in, feigning disinterest in Bowser's fuming threats.
"I'm bored, daddy… and thirsty, too. I want milkies!"
"Aaaagh, are you kidding me?! You already had three bottles in one sitting, you little glutton!"
"No no, that's not what I mean," Frankie slightly lowered his voice to a sultry half-whisper, crawling seductively towards Bowser and eagerly gripping the bars of the cage. "I wanna suck your cock dry, daddy~"
Frankie licked his lips every which way, ravenously eyeing Bowser up and down, savoring the sight of every follicle of the Koopa King towering over him. Bowser could only return Frankie's forward advances with yet another confused grimace.
"Eeeuuuugh… N-not gonna happen, you little stain! Do I look like some sort of fruit to you?"
"Well, actually, if I dressed up or did my hair exactly the way you do, daddy, you'd be sure quite a few rude people out there would call me a dyke, or worse! So yeah, you look exactly like you'd be down for that~"
Bowser's cheeks were actually starting to get just a little bit flushed now, his pupils retracting in internalized shock at this unexpected realization. Not wanting this sudden flustering to make itself more visually apparent, he stoically maintained his menacing glare at the captive femboy and his titillating charms.
"Oh, what would YOU know about what I'd be down for? Don't you know who I am? I pick up chicks left and right!"
"Your chicks are your 'left and right,' daddy," Frankie snarkily grinned. "For as many princesses as you kidnap, it's waaaayyy too obvious you don't get any action with any of 'em! And if I were in your position of power without any pussy, there'd be no stopping me from batting for the other team…"
Bowser was almost prone to letting his anger get the best of him once more, but then figured out what he believed to be a clever enough retort to clap back at the silver-tongued little femboy.
"Hrmph, easy for you to say, squirt. You've clearly been batting for the other team since the day you were born!"
Much to Bowser's bewildered surprise, Frankie smiled endearingly as he clutched his heart at the ruffled bosom of his dress.
"Aaaawww, that's the sweetest thing you've said to me, daddy! Nobody else in my life except the bunnies has ever validated my sexuality like that! You really are a big softie when you wanna be~"
Frankie stuck his thumb in his mouth again, in a seductive manner this time, fluttering his fine-tipped eyelashes as he longingly gazed upon Bowser's befuddled, cringing face. Bowser very quickly adjusted his cringe back into a scowl, unrelenting on his attempt to intimidate Frankie.
"You know I'm gonna break you eventually, right kid? You really think you're gonna get very far being this cocky?"
"Well, duh-doy! Of course I'm gonna be cocky, daddy, I just told you earlier I want your cock! Now, you gonna whip it out, or do I have to reach into your shell for you?"
Bowser was getting even more aggravated by Frankie's advances the more blunt they got. Even still, he wouldn't relent on intent to interrogate the captive femboy. Clenching his fists, the enraged Koopa king bellowed at the top of his lungs.
"ENOUGH! You wanna be spicy with me, brat?! I'll give you spicy!"
Bowser promptly snapped his fingers, as two Shy Guys entered the room with a Fire Flower. Bowser pinched the stem with his index and thumb claws, and presented it in front of Princess Frankie's thumb-sucking face.
"See this? Just your average Fire Flower, right? As everyone knows, anyone who touches it obtains fire powers for as long as they remain unharmed in battle. But what folks don't tell ya is what happens when you eat it… Open the cage!"
The two Shy Guys obeyed their brute lord's command, unlocking the cage and allowing Bowser to very abruptly yank Frankie's thumb out of his mouth and stuff it with the entire Fire Flower, forcefully pinching the femboy's jaw so that he doesn't spit it out.
"Chew it," Bowser demandingly snarled, his piercing ruby pupils practically pinning Frankie down like knives.
Frankie was absolutely stunned by this forceful display from his draconian "daddy," and saw no other option than to do what he was told, chewing the Fire Flower as his eyes maintained unwavering contact with Bowser's. He detected notes of peppercorn at first, as he chewed on his surprise snack, the texture feeling as if he was taking a huge bite of a salad topped generously with sunflower seeds. Even when the flower lost its crunch and he had chewed it to pulp, he continued chewing, mostly because he got lost in Bowser's glowing crimson eyes once again.
"Swallow it!", barked Bowser, picking up on Frankie's procrastination.
Upon the immediate uttering of the command, Frankie swallowed the pulp all down in one gulp. Bowser then let go of Frankie and pulled his hand back out of the cage.
"Lock the cage again, nice and tight," Bowser ordered the Shy Guys.
After the cage was locked up again, Frankie started breathing through his mouth a little more heavily, starting to feel much more of a kick in the Fire Flower's aftertaste. He started fanning his tongue with his hand, panting rather heavily as sweat drops dripped from his forehead.
"What's the matter, pipsqueak? Too hot to handle?," Bowser confidently smirked in his signature evil demeanor. He then pulled something out from the armpit of his shell, to further taunt Frankie in his tongue-scorching distress.
"I bet you'd really like some of this to relieve your poor little tongue's pain, wouldn't you?"
Between his index and thumb claws, Bowser tauntingly waved about a baby bottle filled with Moo-Moo milk, not only Frankie's meal of choice during his captivity, but also the perfect relief for the state of distress his taste buds were currently in. Frankie hungrily eyed the bottle as he kept panting and moaning in the spicy pain he was barely enduring.
"Baba! Gimme baba, daddy! My mouth is all burny and ouchy, need babaaaaa!"
"Ah-ah-aaahhh, not so fast," Bowser wagged his free index claw at Frankie, still dangling the bottle in his other hand. "You tell me where your bunny buddies are hiding the Power Star, and you can have just this bottle to quench that spice. Until then, now you can feel what your spicy words actually feel like on that slick tongue of yours, you impertinent imp!"
Bowser's brief venting of his frustration over Frankie's many prior examples of sassiness unknowingly prompted a muscle spasm in the hand he was holding the bottle in, squirting a sizable splash of milk out of the rubber nipple. The sight of the milk squirting instantly shifted Frankie's focus, reminding him of what satisfying pleasure there is in the act of ejaculation. Without even giving it a second thought, with no shame in doing so in front of an audience, Frankie flipped up his dress, shoved his hand down the front of his diaper, pulled out his rather sizable 7-inch penis, and began impulsively stroking it. His moans were no longer of pain, but of pleasure, as the urine from his already-wet diaper acted as an effective lube on his bulging shaft.
The Shy Guys immediately covered the eyeholes of their masks, making little noises of flustered discomfort, having bore witness to such a shamelessly lewd act. Bowser could only stare with his mouth agape, absolutely befuddled at how such a foolproof torture method could have possibly backfired this drastically, not to mention how deep down, he was rather impressed with how fairly hung this femboy actually was. Not that he would admit it, he just wasn't at all prepared to have bore witness to a human penis that would actually pique his interest in any capacity. Doing his best to mask his conflicting feelings, Bowser immediately turned around and started stomping out, frustratingly stammering to Frankie as he exited.
"T-this isn't over, half-pint! You WILL tell me where the Power Star is eventually! Mark my words!"
Before making his full leave out the doorway, Bowser tossed the bottle of milk behind him, which fell to the ground and spilled its contents all over the place in one big splash, as the rubber nipple cover popped off upon impact. This sight alone was enough to induce Frankie's own large burst of cum to squirt right out of the tip of his cock and fly up into the air, landing all over Frankie's own face, mostly into his mouth. Frankie collapsed to the floor of the cage and licked his lips clean of the excess cum his tongue could reach, sighing in great relief as a wobbly, goofy smile reached across his cheeks.
"Aaaahhhh… A bit saltier than I thought it'd be, but man, that hit the spot! Bye-bye, burny taste, helloooooo ecstasy…"