There's Something About Bowsette
A/N: YO! Thanks so much to everyone who Followed and Fave'd from the last chapter! :) I really hope you all like this one, which is where this fic earns its MA rating!
Guest 2: U Mad Bro?
Guest 1: I recommend you seek help. National Suicide Prevention Hotline: 1-800-273-8255
thewittywhy: It was really tough writing Peach like that, since she's practically my waifu. But her arc isn't over yet. :)
JasonVUK: I know, right?! Sadly, her cliffhanger will have to wait until next chapter.
Black Gold Saya: Agreed!
S: Hang on, who's Baubles?
Chapter Five
Islands in the Stream
At Sirena Beach, the full moon had moved far across the sky, the waves were lapping up the pixelated sands, and the goggle-eyed Dolphins were savagely ripping and tearing entire schools of Cheep Cheep to bits.
Bowsette, who had almost completely buried Mario in the sand, suddenly began laughing boisterously.
"What's so funny?" Mario asked, painfully aware of how close Bowsette's hands were to him as she packed the sand around the tent forming in his shorts' crotch area.
"Oh, I was just recalling how brutal it was watching you guys all struggle against those Mario Party Top 100 mini-games…"
"You sadis-a-tic bastard! You couldn't-a stop laughing when we were testing Bowser's Big Blast!"
Bowsette snickered as she began to build up sand-boobs over Mario's chest. "Friggin' Wario was breaking down, saying he was gettin' PTSD from bein' blown up so many times… ohohohohoho…"
"Nice-a to see your sense of humor is intact. Those older games… kind of-a glad we weren't around for them. Lights-a Out especially."
Bowsette smiled warmly as she leaned over Mario, hovering inches from his face as she sprinkled sand over the few empty spots on his neck. "Heh, I can't imagine doing that Fruits of Doom game. I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face!"
Every time Mario looked at her, despite himself, his heart continued to melt a little more than he thought was possible. He was being suffocated by her intoxicating presence.
"Why do you exist?" Mario suddenly asked without meaning to speak aloud. "How do you exist?"
"No one to blame but Nintendo for that one," Bowsette said with a laugh, sensing how perplexed poor Mario was. "There's actually concept art from Odyssey… aaand yeah, I think we're good. Let me just get a picture…"
"Wait, we-a never agreed to a photo!"
But Bowsette already snapped several with her phone, including some where Mario could be seen flailing his arms in a general panic.
"Oh, that one's goin' in my cringe compilation!"
Mario shook himself free of the sand. "De-leeete those!"
Bowsette just laughed as she ran away.
"You're gonna have to catch me first!" she teased.
"Why, you!"
They ran with reckless abandon along the coastline and the rocky cape encircling the hotel, laughing at the insanity and absurdity of it all as the very first rays of dawn began to break.
At long last, Bowsette got herself cornered with her back to the wall at a far corner of the cliff. She held her hands up. The phone was nowhere to be seen.
"Well, looks like you're shit outta luck," she said with a smirk.
"Then I'm-a just gonna have to find it!"
"You wouldn't grope a woman!" Bowsette countered. "I'll cry rape and you'll be vilified for life!"
"Are-a you making fun of women? You know you are-a one now…" Mario retorted, arms crossed.
"I'm a friggin' Queen, I'll make fun of who I want." Bowsette flexed her dainty hands and flashed her long black nails as if they were claws. "If you're gonna search me, search me. But I won't make it easy."
Mario reached out his hand. Bowsette slapped it away.
"Weaksauce!" she teased.
They began to spar, and Bowsette reveled in her newfound speed. She dodged Mario's fireball, shielded his attempted sweep kick, poked at him with swishes of her tail, and kept him away with her own fiery breath.
But then she whiffed a grab, and Mario, who ducked beneath her arms, went for the weak point - the side of Bowsette's belly, where she was sure to be ticklish.
She jumped in surprise - this was a new feeling entirely. Mario went all in, tickling her belly and armpits with his giant sausage fingers as she fell helplessly onto her shell, her breasts bouncing, to quote the Fatboy Slim track Talkin' bout my Baby, like two big ol' balloons in a hurricane.
Mario jumped atop her and continued tickling, to much laughter and even kicking out with her bare, sandy feet.
"Uncle! Uncle!" Bowsette finally cried, short on breath.
Mario stopped. As he smiled victoriously at Bowsette, she saw a spark light up his eyes, a happiness that she'd never known, and never knew she wanted to see, and as much as she wanted Mario to go further, seeing how well and how fully she was able to accomplish her secret goal of charming his pants off (secret even from herself) kind of scared her a bit.
For Mario's part, he was conflicted, torn between the side of him that wanted nothing more than to ravish Bowsette and make her his, and the other, less influential voice that was telling him that this was his good friend of many years, and that no matter what he looked or sounded or smelled like now, and no matter how much she seemed to want to take this as far as they were both willing, deep down, Bowsette was the same edgy, buffoonish, fun-loving, fire-breathing, princess-nabbing dragon beast that he was destined to fight, time and again, and against whom he was constantly racing, serving tennis balls, and possessing with demonic caps.
But did any of that matter? If so, why?
Bowsette's heavy breathing was now slowing down, and she was catching her breath even as Mario continued to hold eye contact. With her heightened feminine instincts, she could sense, even through his most neutral expressions, the torment he felt within, and she softened her expression to match his.
The digital beings (they were most often called the CAST, named after Nintendo's self-teaching, self-learning AI program: the Chaos Automation Stabilizers) were originally created without the binary biological sex organs with which humans were generally born. Said sex organs were only programmed in to those who requested them, and only after a vote proposed by the more curious among them.
Why, if we have the power, thought Mario, ought we not to modify our bodies at will? Why not be whoever we want to be, and fuck whomever we want to fuck? As long as it isn't getting in the way of work, who can stop us?
No, Mario realized with sudden clarity. He could not clearly see Bowser's will in Bowsette's horny, pleading eyes. That isn't the issue. It's a question of whether I'm taking advantage of my friend. Maybe when that Super Crown comes off, Bowser will think differently of what happened under its influence. What then? How am I to know this is really what he would want?
Bowsette sat up, still holding Mario's glance; she was asking him what it was specifically that he was afraid of, and in that moment, she was prepared to do anything to not lose him.
If traps are gay, this is the gayest thing I've ever done, Mario thought.
"What is this, a staring contest?" she joked at last.
"It doesn't always have-a to be a competition."
"What's wrong? Afraid I might bite? All's fair in love and war."
Mario wanted so deeply to kiss her. But he didn't. No, despite his drunkenness, and horniness, and blue balls, for his friend's sake, and for hers, and for Peach's, he couldn't make the first move.
"Are-a we going till we blink, or until someone smiles?" Mario asked.
Bowsette blinked and smiled at the same time. "Oh, curses! You jinxed me!"
Mario laughed, too, and seizing an opportunity, Bowsette rushed in to tickle Mario's side until he fell over.
Filled with a mingling of hope and fear, Mario just lay there as Bowsette suddenly sidled up next to him, and, retaining intense eye contact, ran her fingers over his round, soft face.
"What are-a you doing?" Mario asked, nervous anticipation threatening to overwhelm him. "When-a you take that crown off… what will—"
"Shhh," Bowsette said, putting a finger to Mario's lips. "You've wanted her; I've wanted her. Now I get to live out my fantasy through your eyes, and her body. So I'm you, you're me, and I'm Peach, and we're all of us gonna enjoy the fuck outta this."
As Mario attempted to make sense of this massacre of logic, Bowsette took his head with both hands now, looked at his lips expectantly, then ever so slowly closed the distance.
Mario didn't have the willpower to resist. He let Bowsette press her soft, glossy, strawberry lips onto his, and jolts of lightning ran up both of their spines as their forbidden love was sealed.
Bowsette felt Mario stroke her cheek and her hair with his bare, calloused hands. He broke the long kiss, then began to pepper her with little kisses.
"Yessss," Bowsette moaned with immense satisfaction as Mario kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, and worked his way down. This was the release she had been needing for years.
She tilted her head back, letting Mario kiss the nape of her sweaty neck, and her jaw, and to continue kissing up to her delicate, pointy right ear, which he teased by gently moving Bowsette's large bauble earring aside.
She opened her mouth when he kissed her again, and Mario's tongue slipped in and felt the sharpness of her fangs, which suddenly snapped him out of his reverie.
"Mamma Mia, what am I doing?" Mario started at once, and tried to get up, but Bowsette suddenly and forcefully pushed him down onto his back. Before Mario knew what was happening, she straddled him.
"You're not getting away from me this time, plumber. Oh, almost forgot."
She suddenly whipped her hair, and it changed back to blonde once more. It was less wild and in Peach's style.
Mario hardly had a chance to react to this, though; he exclaimed aloud as he felt Bowsette's wet, warm sex against his diamond-hard dick, and when sitting up, nearly poked his nose into her massive melons.
"You're always dunking me into the lava… leaving me behind, jumping on my friends… you don't deserve these… yet here you are, you naughty, naughty boy."
She tied her hair into a ponytail with one hand and pulled him towards her tits with her other as she rocked back and forth atop his throbbing toadstool; Mario resisted, and realized with some irony that it was his turn to be kidnapped… but is it really a kidnapping if you don't want to be rescued?
"Don't fight it," Bowsette urged him as she held his face and looked deeply into his big blue eyes. "I know you want this…"
But… are you sure…? Mario didn't know just how to reach the Bowser inside Bowsette. He hoped his expression conveyed his concerns.
YES! A hundred times, yes! Bowsette answered resoundingly, her eyes filled with lustful need.
It was as if, during Bowser's years of unfulfilled desire for Peach, he had so ideated and obsessed over her that becoming her was the next logical step, and, having reached that goal, beginning to right Peach's wrongs by ending Mario's personal hell seemed to follow naturally from that train of thought.
Bowsette finally admitted to herself what she had known from the first: that her libido had increased tenfold as a result of her transformation, and that only one man, the man whose life she was bound to, whose soul she knew in and out, whose struggles she'd seen and commiserated with for so long, would ever satisfy her.
"I want you, Mario."
"But why?"
"Because you're fucking hot, and I've been wet for you all evening. No, look at me. I learned something tonight. We don't need her to be happy."
Mario flushed. "It-it's-a just all so sudden…"
"I LOVE being a hot babe. And the way you look at me… if it feels so right, how could it be wrong?"
"I can't believe this is-a real! Why, yesterday…"
"Get out of the past!"
She slapped Mario hard, grabbed his hands and put them on her tits, as if to say, real enough for ya?
Mario needed no more prompting. A switch had been flipped in his brain.
He fondled Bowsette's breasts ever so gently, then looked up expectantly. She nodded for him to take off her top.
Like a curious schoolboy, he peeled the black blouse off of her bosom and, as she clumsily unbuttoned it from behind, admired her rack in all its glory. Her nipples were rock-hard. Consumed with lust, he immediately put his mouth over one and fondled the other at mach speed, prompting Bowsette to squeal like a Japanese schoolgirl.
"KYAAA~~! W-w-wait, Mario! Ahh, it's too much!"
He pulled back and took it slower, tracing outlines around her areolas with his tongue as she stripped off her dress.
"Yeah… just like that…" Bowsette purred and nuzzled against Mario, pressing him deeper into her chest. "Oh, God…"
Smelling the sweet sweat on his oily hair and finding that she loved it, Bowsette felt then the full range of the complex, but not contradictory, feelings she held towards Mario. There was primal lust there, yes, and their competitive rivalry, too, but also oh so much more. She wanted - needed - everything from him, and she wouldn't be satisfied with less.
Bowsette wrapped her arms around his neck and whimpered at his teasing. Once it got to be too much, she grabbed his head again and kissed him all over.
He tasted a little like her tits now; sweaty and oily, and his tongue told her that he was ready for the next step.
Then, in one swift motion, she pulled away and climbed off of him.
Mario was confused until Bowsette suddenly pulled down his shorts, prompting his seven-inch erection to spring to immediate attention.
"Mamma Mia!"
"Awww, did I do that to you? You are a grower!" Bowsette teased in a voice and cadence obviously mocking Peach as she pulled her dress off completely, then got on her elbows in front of Mario's crotch, showing off her perfect ass. "Well, then, we can't just leave it like that, can we?"
She nuzzled up to his cock and kissed it. And with that, she wrapped her right hand around the base of Mario's shaft and began moving it up and down, albeit extremely slowly.
"Ahhh," Mario suppressed his moans as Bowsette used her other palm to cradle his balls, pressing and rubbing her index finger against the magic spot in his gooch as she did so, tapping his perineum in just the right way.
"Does that feel good, Mario, baby?" asked Bowsette, fluttering her eyelashes.
The rising sunlight reflected off of her now completely feminine expression just as the soft moonlight in Mario's eyes accentuated the tears of joy forming in those large, wet orbs. He nodded, and tried to speak, but couldn't.
Thank-a you… he seemed to be saying.
Bowsette gently blew a few stray grains of sand off of Mario's penis and spat on it as she gradually increased the speed of her pumps. She would speed up a little, then slow down, then stop for a second, all to tease him.
When Mario seemed utterly uncomfortable, she resisted the urge to laugh in his face, smiled, and squeezed his shaft gently.
She looked lovingly into his bright blue eyes and pouted. "Do you want me to use my mouth?"
Mario nodded vigorously. "Just, ah… watch-a the teeth, maybe?"
Bowsette grinned a bit too enthusiastically. She began by kissing Mario's pipe up and down even as she stroked it, acclimating herself to the thing. At last, she took a deep breath, then slowly took her lover into her mouth.
Mario all but yelped, sure that his dick was about to be cut to ribbons, but Bowsette was careful. She started lightly kissing and sucking the head, then flicked around it with her tongue before feeling confident enough to attempt to take in more of him.
Bowsette didn't know what to expect from her first blowjob. It was salty and sweaty, but those little details just brought her back to reality and turned her on more and more.
She looked into Mario's eyes and saw every emotion under the sun all occurring simultaneously. She savored the power she held over him even as she delighted in making herself his servant.
"Am I doing a good job, Mario?" asked Bowsette, gently pulling his scrotum to prolong his pleasure.
"Perfetto." (Perfect.)
He grabbed Bowsette's horns and pulled her in deeper. Bowsette took the shaft as deep in as she could go, then suppressed her gag reflex as she forced it down her throat. She folded her lips over her teeth and sucked hard, creating a vacuum even as she pumped her head up and down and continued to work the base of the shaft with her free hand, all the while carefully suppressing her fire-breathing reflex.
"OHHH, YEAH!" Mario cried, holding onto her like an overly enthusiastic kid gripping the Wii Wheel while barreling down Mario Kart Wii's Rainbow Road. "WAHOO!"
Touching herself through her panties for good measure, Bowsette twisted her head as she sucked, creating a simultaneous vacuum and corkscrew effect. She continued to troll Mario, slowing down when he clearly wanted her to speed up, and outright stopping once or twice, prompting him to exclamations and cries of protest in his stereotypical Italian accent.
She was Bowser, and Peach, and Mario all at once, and yet beyond them. She was the whole universe jacking off to the beauty it had created.
"How can this-a be your first time?!" Mario asked, his head dizzy with excitement.
In order to reply, Bowsette withdrew and used both hands again, prompting an outcry of ecstasy from Mario. "It's your first time, too. We can only improve from here."
"AH!" Mario continued to exclaim as she pumped him like there was no tomorrow. "I'm close," he moaned.
"Shoot that load down my throat, Mario! Give me every drop!" Bowsette demanded, then engulfed his penis with her mouth once more, burying his cock completely down her throat.
"It's a— AHHH!" Mario suddenly cried as the most intense of orgasm of his life shook his entire being.
Bowsette looked on at his red face with pleasure until he grabbed the back of her head and forced her down onto his erupting fire hose.
With a deep-throated growl, Bowsette shook her head vigorously around Mario's member as she milked the very last drops of his cum until his dick was drier than Dry, Dry Desert.
Satisfied that she got it all, Bowsette licked her lips and admired the result of her handiwork - Mario had fallen onto his back and was breathing heavily. His shirt was soaked with sweat, and he was shaking periodically with spasms of ecstasy.
Bowsette lay down beside Mario and cuddled up against his body, helping him to ride out his orgasm.
She nibbled his ear. "Did you like that?" she whispered.
Mario nodded vigorously, realizing that Bowsette needed her release just as much as he did. "Should I-a be Player One now?"
"I thought you'd never ask," Bowsette said, a little sheepishly.
She laid down on her now-sandy dress. Mario scooted up between her legs, slicked his mustache so it wouldn't get in the way as much, took off his shirt, rolled it into a ball and shoved it under Bowsette's perfect bottom so as to elevate her off the sand and take the pressure off of her tail, pulled off her panties, revealing her dripping wetness, and positioned himself right above her intoxicating slit.
Doctor Mario took his time. He massaged and kissed her inner thighs, and moved ever closer to her nether regions until he was examining her sex, probing the folds past her well-trimmed pubic hair, studying her clitoral hood even as he started to lick it. He rubbed around her vagina with his tongue and fingers while his nose tickled her clit.
Bowsette moaned and squirmed at Mario's touch.
"Where did you learn that?!" she queried breathlessly.
"You don't-a want to know."
Her legs and tail, which were bent back towards her, wrapped around his head and shoulders and pulled him even closer onto her sex.
"Tell me."
"Promise you won't-a laugh."
"Cross my heart."
"I read a lot of-a yuri fan fiction."
Bowsette laughed unceasingly.
"You promised! That does it!"
Mario sucked on her now-exposed clit. He lashed and licked wantonly and violently, and teased her hole with his fingers for several minutes.
He wanted to finger-fuck her deeper, but her hymen was in need of breaking first, so instead, Mario used the heel of his palm to apply pressure to her pubic bone while attacking her clit with rapid-licks and circular motions of his tongue and pressing against her anus with the fingers of his free hand.
"AWWWWHHHH!" Bowsette bawled as she pulled his hair with both of her hands.
When Mario's tongue tired, he used two fingers - one on either side of her slit - and moved them up and down rapidly, all but drumming on her like that bongo-playing meme cat.
"Awww, yeah, baby! Don't stop! I'm gonna come!"
She was already so wound up, it didn't take long. Mario changed the drumming into rubbing and continued sucking and licking her clit as Bowsette convulsed and spasmed out in waves of absolute golden bliss.
"Yes, yes, yes! Awwwww fuck! FUCK it's still going! Come here!"
She grabbed Mario and kissed and cuddled him, and he was only happy enough to be in proximity to her body, to feel her heart beating flush against his, and to know that they both had found the love they had been seeking in the most unlikely of places.
Bowsette and Mario lay there for some time, just staring into each other's eyes.
"You're amazing," he told her at length.
"So are you. And to think, we might never have discovered any of this, if it weren't for the Super Crown…"
She ran her hands up and down his torso again.
"Do you wanna keep going?" she asked.
Mario, who was dizzy and just now feeling rather drained of energy, sat up and smiled. "I think-a I might need to drink something."
Bowsette saw that this wouldn't do.
"Let's go back to my suite," she said, and, after putting her dress back on, picked him up and carried him on her shoulders back to the hotel.
They passed Chibi-Robo without incident; the little robot was happy they were done, since his battery was running very low, and slunk back to the hotel himself.
If the Piantas knew what had just transpired, they were silent as Bowsette could make it only to the sofa in the lounge before needing a rest herself.
"Hey, are you all right? Here, have some water," Bowsette offered, sitting Mario down and offering him the glass of water with lemon slices offered by the Pianta waiter.
Mario drank up. The two of them leaned against one another. Mario yawned. It turned out to be contagious. Bowsette yawned, too. Then Mario yawned again.
"Want me to carry ya to your room?" she asked. "My muscles ain't what they used to be, but…"
Mario mumbled something incoherently, then passed out while leaning on her arm.
Bowsette wondered at her victory. It seemed too easy. Was that just Impostor Syndrome talking, though? Or was this how simple it was for someone like Princess Peach to charm someone? She was ecstatic.
If they want this Super Crown, they're gonna have to pry it from my cold, dead hands.
She thought about Peach for a minute. Any way you cut it, it seemed wrong for someone like Peach alone to be blessed with her beauty and grace, which she almost took to be a burden, what with her vanity, insecurity, and need to be loved and desired 24/7.
Bowsette's final thoughts before she passed into the Sandman's keeping were of how blissful and happy she was, and how right it all felt, despite that nagging voice in the back of her head that told her that midnight would strike, her carriage would turn back into a pumpkin, and her horses into mice… and she'd be a he again, a big, ugly, forever alone he, and that the night previous might be the high point of her whole existence. And then, of course, there was Junior…
She fought off these nightmarish considerations with all of her might and her heart, and without even knowing it, she held Mario tight against her as they slept like two innocent babes.
A/N: Whew! Hope that was as good for you as it was for me! Let me know what ya think! Follows, Faves, and Reviews keep me going! :D I'm tied up with work but I'll definitely try to update this weekend! We'll finally see what Peach and Junior are up to! Take care~!