There's Something About Bowsette

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Chapter Ten
You Shook Me All Night Long

Mario and Bowsette hardly could eat their dinner, since they were bombarded with questions.

Many blamed Bowsette for what happened to Toadette, but Wario claimed that he'd seen in person how obsessed Toadette was with the Super Crown, and that at least seemed to help their case.

The Koopalingettes leapt onto the table and made a serious mess of things by shoveling food into each other's mouths. Even so, most of the Smashers were excited for the possibilities of the Super Crowns, even as they were cautious about the potential side effects.

"I want one," Lucina declared, then addressed the other Fire Emblem characters. "What do you say we storm Bowser's Castle?"

"Girl," said Female Corrin, "there's no guarantee that thing is going to give you monster mammaries."

Lucina gasped. "That's not what I meant at all!"

Chrom (Fire Emblem) scratched his head. "You know, dear, there's nothing wrong with your body. There's a lot of guys out there that would prefer… um… your proportions…"

"Dad, please…" Lucina muttered, hiding her blushing face. "Just stop right there."

"Yeah," Ike continued. "Your design is great; we don't need another blonde bimbo."

But their words were empty, since Lucina, who felt trapped in her teenaged body, couldn't help but imagine how she would look as Peach, whose figure she'd long admired.

Fox and Wolf were filled with contradictory feelings upon seeing Bowsette.

"Man, that Bowsette got me hard as diamonds. I guess I'm gay now," said Wolf with a shrug.

Fox took a half-step away from his old rival. "You're just now realizing that?"

"Wait... it's only gay if it has a penis, right? Right?" Falco asked, but no one answered him and he slunk away to take a cold shower.

After dinner, everyone made their way to the hazardless Pokemon Stadium. There were five minutes left in Villager's shift before Bowsette was set to go onstage and fight Isabelle for an hour.

Bowsette sat in her locker room, head in hand. Mario put his arm on her shoulder.

"Don't watch me," she told him. "I can't have you see me like that."

"Like-a what?" Mario reassured her by squeezing her hand. "I've known you my whole life, and you-a think I won't accept you? I love-a you just as you are."

"Thanks... I know you do..." she said. "And maybe I'm a little crazy, but do it for my sake, won't you...?"

Mario shook his head and hugged her. "I think-a not. I want you to be able to look into the audience and to see-a me there, cheering you on. Nothing's-a going to change between us, all right?"

"All right," she said, holding him tightly, so tightly he could scarcely breathe.

It was then that Bowsette realized how quickly and how fully Mario had become a lifeline for her, and that she meant every damned word of their silly butchering of Sinatra's timeless tune.

"IN THREE MINUTES, WE'LL HAVE THE NEXT MATCH: ISABELLE VERSUS BOWSER!" the Announcer yelled.

"I don't deserve you," Bowsette said.

"I could-a say the same. Bowsette, dear—"

"What is it you like about me?" she cried suddenly, twiddling her thumbs with agitation. "Is it just my body? What am I-"

"You're sincere," Mario interrupted her with a wet, sloppy kiss. "You're for real. What-a I see is what I get. You're wonderful and you're transparent and you're a great communicator, and I love-a you."

He hugged her again.

"Go kick-a some ass out there."

"Thank you so much, Mario… just... don't watch the transformation."

"I can't-a promise you that. Here, let-a me help you."

Bowsette's soft eyes begged. "Mario..."

"Okay. I'll turn away."

Mario placed his hand on the Super Crown.

Bowsette nodded her assent and he pulled it off, then true to his word closed his eyes and looked away.

She bore the unbearable pain of the transformation, holding back the worst of the cries. Mario closed his eyes until it was all over.

"ONE MINUTE TO THE MATCH! ALL FIGHTERS ON STAGE!" the announcer's voice boomed over the P.A. system.

Bowser groggily awoke.

(Big thanks to JasonVUK for inspiring this edit)

"How do I look?" he asked, fighting off the tears. His grin showed that he was putting on his tough-guy persona once more, as if to say, Hah, that wasn't so bad…

But Mario saw right through it to the vulnerable King Koopa who was now searching her lover's eyes.

"Like you need a hug."

The words were simple as can be; any lover might have said them, but Mario's embrace reassured him in his moment of great doubt.

Thank you, Bowser conveyed in their deep, abiding bro-hug-that-was-slightly-more-than-a-bro-hug.

Mario then smiled warmly at Bowser and took his shaking hand, pulling him to his feet.

Rather than disgusted or shocked, as Bowsette had feared in the depths of her soul, Mario's face was resolute and calm, though a war was indeed taking place within the plumber's soul.

Should I be encouraging this so much? Mario thought. Am I not just feeding into an addiction? But this is what we both want... right?

"I'll-a hold onto this for you," Mario said matter-of-factly, hanging onto the Super Crown.

Bowser nodded. He could hardly look Mario in the eye, but his face screwed up into something that almost resembled a smile.

Whether you're just playing along or whether you really mean it all, I can't thank you enough, Mario.

It was an awkward and complex series of gestures, to be sure, but from a lifetime of working together, Mario understood, and they parted with a fist-bump.

He let his friend go into the arena to fight and returned with the Super Crown to the stands. Luigi nodded to him and Mario took a seat beside his brother.

Luigi was evidently holding a lot in. "Hey."

"Hey," said Mario. "You look-a like you've seen a ghost."

"Felt, not seen."

Mario looked quizzically at him. He hated when Luigi spoke in riddles, but knew from his pained face that it was not a time to pry.

"Anyway," Luigi continued, "it-a looks like we both missed some weird stuff-a going on yesterday."

"No doubt."

"You know..." began Luigi, "I really am happy for-a you both."

Mario smiled at him. "Thank you."

"I just..." Luigi hesitated. "...ah, never you mind."

"Come now. You can't-a just stop a sentence halfway," Mario chastised him.

Luigi sighed. "With the side effects, I just can't see how it will last... how it can last. At some point, the Nintendo directors will have-a to pull that trigger."

Mario looked down sadly. "There's still hope. Even if it's only for a little while, this is-a what we need."

"Perhaps, but eh... love is a harsh mistress," Luigi said, scratching the back of his head. "This could work out, or it could be a tragedy. And I don't-a want either of you to be hurt."

"You're right; it will-a be one or the other. But ah... sometimes in life, to grow, you need to take-a that risk. A running leap of faith without-a looking. And in my heart of hearts, I feel that now is-a one of those times."

Luigi seemed reassured.

Mario embraced his dear brother. "Thank-a you, paisano. All I do is-a steal your thunder, but you're always-a looking out for me."

Luigi blushed. "Wouldn't-a be much of a brother if I didn't."

The beta-testing went well enough. It took a couple of minutes for Bowser to get used to his big, heavy body again, but once he got into the groove, it was all gravy.

Still, he sought Mario's eyes in that audience, and he most definitely needed his friend and lover's assurance from time to time. It was a humiliating experience for Bowser, having to endure being his slow, heavy, burdensome, ugly male form when the Super Crown made him so much more lithe and agile without robbing him of too much of his power.

Even so, whenever she wasn't nabbing him with her fishing rod, the adorable Isabelle wasn't the toughest challenger. Even though she'd been programmed to fight, plus had plenty of training against CPUs, she was still figuring a few things out. It didn't help that her innocent nature appealed to Bowser's soft side, so he took it easy on her, even as Mr. Sakurai asked for him to not hold back.

However, towards the end of the work, Bowser felt that his feet were like lead. He wished this torture to be over, and just camped around center stage baiting neutral approaches and punishing.

"All right, let's call it," Mr. Sakurai's aggravated Mii finally called from the P.A. system. "NEXT!"

Bowser retreated to the shower room, head held high in visibility of the crowd, but his mind awash with all kinds of worries.

I can't go back to being this… monster, Bowser realized as he showered, gripping his claws tightly. I just can't. I barely recognize myself. I don't know who I am anymore... does that mean it's got me in its clutches?

He finally sat on the bench and broke down into confused and hurt sobs without understanding why.

Bowser felt that he had to master himself before Mario saw him, and fell into deep, controlled breathing.

Just then, unseen, Mario took Bowser's large claw in his own hand and kissed it.

Bowser looked down at Mario, who held the Super Crown in his other hand.

"You did great," Mario reassured him, handing him the crown.

"Thank you for staying… did you see Junior in the stands?" Bowser asked.

Of course~ So that's who he was looking for, Mario thought, then shook his head.

Bowser smirked. "He probably needs some time. Anyway, you may wanna step back for a bit."

And with that, King Koopa quickly slipped the Super Crown back on. Flames spewed across the room, screams were heard, and limbs were folded over. Mario turned away after he thought he'd be sick.

Finally, Bowsette heaved and huffed and changed into her black, one-piece bodysuit that just barely covered her nipples, hugged her crotch, and showed off her shapely legs.

She refused Mario's hand and pulled herself up off the floor.

"I don't know if I'll ever get used to this," said Bowsette.

"Maybe it won't-a always be so painful," Mario reassured her, then kissed her hand. "Is there somewhere-a… more private we can go?"

Bowsette flushed crimson. "Well… now that you mention it…"

While Peach was busy with her topiary, Daisy had snuck away to Hyrule Castle, where Zelda, Palutena, Bayonetta, Rosalina, and Lucina were drinking tea and singing karaoke in Zelda's vast halls.

Daisy informed them of her concerns regarding Peach's current mood, without giving too much away about her mental state.

Palutena scratched her chin. "It sounds to me like a classic case of sexual frustration."

The others nodded and murmured their agreement.

"Sexual frustration…" Daisy had never known such a thing could exist. She and Luigi had been intimate for years. "It's too bad we can't help her with that."

Bayonetta and Palutena looked at one another knowingly, as if to say, or can we?

Lucina, Zelda, and Rosalina noticed this and flushed hotly.

"Wait…" Zelda began, feeling a wave of concern for her good friend. "You're not thinking of… taking matters into your own hands, are you?"

"Ah, no," said Bayonetta. "Not suggesting anything… yet."

At 11PM, Princess Peach found herself as calm and placid as a mountain lake.

She had exhausted herself working on her violent topiary. She'd broken two chainsaws in frustration, hurt several Toads, and had to lose and regrow several fingers, but the end result pleased her in ways she'd never imagined.

As the respawned Toads watched on in curiosity, Peach studied the fearful faces of Mario and Bowsette, who were shielding one another from Peach's wrath.

She wondered where all this hatred had come from, what seed sparked its growth and allowed it to fester in her so deeply.

'A shill for the system' indeed! Peach had caught herself thinking earlier. What a dumb statement when I have just as much to grieve about as those two do. Did I ask to be a damsel in distress? Did I ask to be captured all the time, to sit out most of the mainline games waiting for Mario to save the day? Did I ask to have such low top speed in Mario Kart?

No, I mustn't feel sorry for myself. The grass is always greener, and I'm sure that was the attraction for Bowser in the first place. He was never happy in his own skin. Perhaps I have the same insecurities, just manifested in different ways.

"Bring several cans of gasoline and a Fire Rod," Peach told her Toad attendants, who, after a day of acquiescing to increasingly insane demands, were perhaps a tad more reluctant than usual to follow her orders.

"Wh-what for, milady?" one ventured to ask.

"To extinguish my pride," said Peach, making sense to no one.

The items were brought. Peach doused her living sculpture in the flammable liquid, then tossed the Fire Rod at it. It went up like the Burning Bush, and it spoke to her with a roaring voice that demanded her attention.

Peach closed her eyes, sitting perhaps a tad too close to the flames, and meditated.

Then she stood and she screamed.

She threw attachments and her failings into the fire. She threw into its burning core her loves and her hatreds and her deepest, darkest fears.

And once that was finished, contented with the completion of her own weird ritual, she curled up in a sleeping bag and fell asleep in the gardens.

Daisy, who'd just returned from Hyrule Castle, breathed a sigh of relief and issued orders for the Toads to make sure the fire stayed contained, and to gently lift Peach via stretcher and bear her back to Daisy's room, where she could share a bed with her bestie.

Bowser Junior tried keeping up with Sonic and his friends as they were grinding on rails, weaving through the City Escape level.

"GOTTA GO FAST!" Junior exclaimed, his toe-claws finally popping out of the sneakers Shadow had procured for him. "Super Sonic Racing, YEAAAHH!"

What have I done? Shadow asked himself as Bowser Junior high-fived a happy but awkward Sonic and Tails at the end of the run, then nearly collapsed from exhaustion from running so quickly.

"High five!" Bowser Junior called to Shadow, who humored him.

The kid started loudly singing the theme from the '90s cartoon The Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog as he proceeded to attempt to run circles around them, flailing like a headless chicken, much to the enjoyment of the others, until he slipped, fell onto his belly, stood, coughed, and Ralphed chili dog bits all over his sneakers.

Bowsette and Mario were already kissing deeply and in the throes of intimate physical contact as they entered the cabin door of Bowser's Airship.

"Fun fact," said Bowsette, opening a door into a luxurious, moonlit bedroom with a King-sized four-post bed under a thin canopy of translucent lavender draperies. "This is where Peach would sleep whenever she was 'captured'. Heh."

"Why speak of her here?" Mario jested. He grabbed Bowsette's butt cheeks and squeezed.

"Cheeky!" Bowsette teased as she pushed Mario down onto the bed, then lit some mood candles around the room, all the while licking her lips.

Mario felt his cheeks flush hot as Bowsette placed one leg atop the memory foam mattress and reached down to touch herself through her black bodysuit.

"Like what you see?" she taunted him as she rubbed her fingers over the fabric just barely covering her slit.

Bowsette then laughed in Mario's face as she climbed on top of him, yanked his hat off, and ran her fingers through his dark hair.

Already given away to wild abandon, Mario stroked Bowsette's face with great tenderness.

Bowsette once again straddled Mario and rubbed herself back and forth over his crotch, letting her now-red ponytail fall around her shoulders as she held his arms down with her black-nailed hands and, almost as if led to it by some dirty destiny, whispered words into his ear that, up until that moment, she'd never pictured herself ever saying.

"I want to feel you inside me, Mario. I want to feel your big, hard cock filling up my tight little pussy."

She felt a fire rise within her after saying these words, and bit Mario's ear as she moaned deeply at his gentle touch; Mario's sausage fingers were now teasing circles around her nipples.

"Not so fast," she breathed into his ears as she scooted back down his body again, undid his overalls, and pulled them off in one quick motion, like a magician whisking away a tablecloth.

"Nice to see you again," Bowsette grinned upon seeing Mario's member. Savoring the looks of need in Mario's eyes, she employed a light touch, cradling and stroking it ever so gently. She spat on it and once more carefully lowered her head over his mushroom.

Touching herself with her free hand, Bowsette eagerly licked and sucked, blew and stroked, until they were both hot messes.

Then she turned around and asked Mario to unzip her bodysuit. Since he was already sweating, Mario first whipped off his own shirt and boxers, then relished in Bowsette's sweet scent, stroking her horns, kissing her head and ears as he stood on the bed and fondled her chest from behind.

Mario watched them both from the full-length mirror across from the bed. He greedily grabbed at her gazongas and twisted her nipples.

"Oh! So feisty!" Bowsette laughed. "Let's not get carried away…"

But she moaned at his touch and fell into a reverie as he unzipped her bodysuit; she pulled it down and Mario immediately saw that his lover was wearing no underwear.

Mario beheld her naked form for the first time.

"My God, you're beautiful," he whispered into her pointy ear, nuzzling his mustache against her soft face as he kissed her neck and licked up her sweat.

Moving his hands from her breasts downwards, Mario peppered kisses along her neck and shoulders.

Finally, Bowsette spun around again and attempted to push Mario down onto the bed once more, but Mario had anticipated this and used Bowsette's own momentum to spin her around onto her back, causing her melons to flop about.

He then mounted her and pushed her legs back, but before he could make his grand entrance, the tip of Bowsette's tail whipped back, coiled around Mario's member, and squeezed tightly.

"Oh-a no!" Mario exclaimed as she gripped his girth and began massaging it with her muscular appendage, causing his whole body to almost spasm with delightful sensations.

Bowsette laughed good-naturedly. "If you want to turn this into a competition, I'll happily take you up on the challenge."

"Let-a me make you feel good, too," Mario all but pleaded, not recognizing that the very act of holding Mario's lust against him provided Bowsette with a power trip that was more fun than any other conquest.

"You're already making me feel good," Bowsette pouted, touching herself and holding her fingers before Mario, then splitting her thumb and index finger to show him how wet and sticky and ready for him she was.

But Mario, not to be outdone, whipped off his gloves, then fingered Bowsette furiously as his tongue lashed against her clit and his giant nose pushed down upon her pubic mound. He delved deeply into the pungent and delicious fragrances and tastes of her sex, greedily devouring her as he reflected that he was the first and only one who'd ever had access to these secret, pearly gates.

"Ahhh! Aiiieeee~~" Bowsette squirmed, gripping her bedsheets and crying to high heavens. Her tail let go of Mario's dick and she pushed down on the back of his head. "I'm close… I'm so close…"

But at those words, Mario didn't dare give her the satisfaction. He stopped, grinned, and quickly mounted Bowsette, positioning himself right at her tight opening.

"Are-a you ready?" he asked.

Bowsette nodded. No matter how painful it would be, it couldn't match what the Super Crown transformation had done to her.

Mario once again bent her legs over and began slowly, sliding just the tip in and out at first.

He's going to be inside me! Bowsette shivered with ecstasy.

"Oh, God, Mario… yes…"

"Fuck-a, you're so tight."

Mario's gentle, passionate eyes reassured her even as he pushed a little deeper with each thrust. He spread Bowsette's legs as he finally hit her hymen.

He was afraid to hurt her, but she looked pleadingly at him, and then commandingly. Finally, Mario's rock-hard rod broke her cherry and both let out deep sighs.

"Fuck~"

Bowsette turned her head and little wisps of flame escaped her lips.

"Are-a you okay?" Mario asked.

Bowsette nodded. She was a sweaty mess and she felt the pain, and the blood, but wanted more, more, more. "Don't stop, honey…"

This was the cue Mario was waiting for. He now ventured deeper into his love, feeling her unbearably tight insides draw him in like a vacuum.

Mario took his time at first, acclimating his lover to his length, and he kissed and fondled her breasts as his thrusts, painfully slow to him at first, gradually increased in speed and length until he tapped the back of her cervix.

"You're so deep inside me…" Bowsette moaned through her sharp-toothed smile. "Oh, fuck yes…"

Mario smiled, then realized how serious he must have looked, since he was concentrating so hard on pleasing Bowsette.

"How is it?" he asked.

"It's fucking amazing," she said, wild-eyed and lustful, her expression practically glowing with want.

Just then, Bowsette's legs gripped Mario from behind, and her claw-like nails dug into his back. She helped him by pushing into his dick, and Mario took this as an invitation to speed up his thrusts.

Being careful not to overdo it, Mario coursed even faster and deeper than before. This drove Bowsette wild with ecstasy and she touched and kissed him all over, barely able to restrain herself.

Finally, Bowsette gripped him hard, burying his cock to its hilt, and then flipped them both over again.

Mario was stunned at the sudden movement, but Bowsette wasted no time in pinning his arms down and riding him furiously. She squatted on top of his girth, making her fit even tighter than it was already, and sheathed and unsheathed his serpent rapidly while running her arms up and down his chest.

Look who's on top now! Bowsette seemed to taunt Mario, bringing to mind their timeless, friendly rivalry. In the past, Mario always seemed to win against Bowser, but this time, she would be on top. She would make him cum first.

"YEAH!" Bowsette yelled as Mario grabbed her perfect ass with both hands and helped her to ride him. "Fuck me hard, Mario! OHHH! Fuck me, baby! Shoot your sticky white cummies right into me!"

"Ahhh!" Mario moaned, squeezing his kegel muscles tightly so as to hold himself back from blowing his load right then and there.

Bowsette's and Mario's hearts were both united in that moment. If this Super Crown thing wasn't going to last forever, then they'd better damn well get the most out of it, to make memories they'd never forget.

She giggled at Mario's obviously flustered face and buried herself inside of him, then leaned over to smother his face with her sweaty Zeppelins, which were so bouncy they put Dead or Alive Extreme Beach Volleyball's boob physics to shame.

Their two bodies were made one in the Tantric tradition, and they thrusted and gyrated against one another as one inseparable being playing at divided consciousness, seeking the depths of its own Divinity through understanding every facet of itself via every intimate detail communicated through every tingle of every one of their senses.

"I love you, Mario!"

"I love-a you, Bowsette!"

Just then, Bowsette realized that despite her best efforts, she couldn't hold back any longer, and she didn't care; the floodgates surrounding her heart opened wide.

"I'm cumming!" Bowsette cried with a breathless, high-pitched voice, then squirmed and spasmed as her pussy-muscles milked Mario's meat with irresistible rippling motions.

"Me, too!" Mario managed as he allowed himself to let go of the load he was holding in and erupted like Mount Vesuvius into Bowsette's hungry snatch.

"Yesssss~~" she moaned, eternal gratitude in her softened eyes as she shook with waves of ecstasy, falling on top of her beloved as what seemed like waves of glowing, golden energy lit up her entire being.

Mario and Bowsette were lost in one another, their sweaty bodies forming a unique aroma as Mario's fire hose continued erupting, shooting gobs and gobs of semen all up into her.

"You're still going…" she giggled, then kissed him, prompting more stuff to shoot out from his long-tortured blue balls.

Mario and Bowsette cuddled like that for quite some time. They matched their breathing to one another and she held him closely as they rode out their orgasms.

They lay gazing into each other's eyes until, seemingly out of nowhere, at exactly the same time, they both simultaneously said, "shall we go again?"

The silliness of the situation prompted them both to laughter, and then to a passionate kiss to continue the evening's carnal conjugations.

A/N: How'd you like it?! Was it fun? Was it too much? Let me know! Faves, Follows, and Reviews make my day! I'll be busy over the next few days, but hopefully I can update on Sunday or so... till then, take care, everyone!