A/N: BOWSETTE ANNIVERSARY CHAPTER! *Looks at calendar* (Okay... I kinda missed that bus.)
All right, you got me. I have fallen out of my alternate dimension and am aware it's been almost a year since the last update. But let me tell you, WHAT A YEAR IT HAS BEEN! Without even telling you half of it, I got married twice (to the same woman, relax), had my dog die, had my life threatened, gave over half of my videogames to my friends, worked every day for seven months straight, found out my entire life was a lie, shattered my kneecap, cried deeply, gained twelve pounds, then lost twenty-eight only to gain twelve more back, moved to another state, then clear across the country on an epic 3,000-mile road trip, nearly ran over a dead alligator, and lived to tell the tale. I also saw Joker and didn't become a Nazi.
So yeah. That was my 2019. How about that Dolphins game?
As for the story, I estimate that there are likely four or five chapters left, but that all depends on whether I should attempt to post shorter chapters more often, or wait and crank out the story in longer segments. Part of my trouble with short updates is that I write out of order and keep changing my mind...
Anyway, I wanted to finish this chapter and post it in its glorious entirely, but dear readers, what I have is over 5,000 words already, and you have waited long enough. Forgive me for the cliffhanger. Without further ado...
CapitalClassShip: Thanks so much for the review! Hope you dig this one as well! We'll revisit Mr. Sakurai in the next update.
TwistedSyn: Thank you for your support. I wasn't sure the orgy scene would play well, but I'm glad you liked it. So glad you enjoy the Luigi-Booette pairing! They will feature in the coming climax.
JasonVUK: So glad you thought the drama was touching. There's a lot more of it in this chapter!
Some Random Guy: Oh, it's not over yet. Far from it. But this chapter's got a focus on character moments...
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Chapter Fourteen
Talk Dirty To Me
"There you are!" Shadow exclaimed at last. He'd been wandering the streets for the better part of the hour and only just stumbled upon Bowser Junior sitting with his legs dangling off the side of a bench, his dead eyes fixed at the floating island that housed Bowser's Castle not too far off in the distance.
Thankfully, he was blissfully unaware of the Super Crown-fueled orgy that was taking place at that very moment.
Bowser Junior's arms were crossed and below the smeared face paint, his expression hardly shifted, but he sniffled a bit, and Shadow could tell that he had been crying. Still, he had little sympathy for the kid.
"What's cookin', baaaad-lookin'?" Junior asked with a forced frown.
Shadow scratched the back of his head. He hadn't known where to even start with this kid who'd been giving him so much grief… that is, until a EUREKA! moment hit him.
Two hours earlier…
Sonic had flipped out. Like, royally flipped out.
"Where's that little shit?! I'll KILL HIM!" Sonic screamed at the top of his lungs as he threw his totally drained bottle of Jack Daniels into the ground and withdrew his double-barreled shotgun in one swift motion.
Tails and Amy held him back as Shadow took his friend by the shoulders.
"Whoa, easy now," Tails began.
"Listen to yourself, man!" Shadow yelled right into his face. "This isn't the Sonic I know!"
"That fat little fucker has crossed a line!"
"He's not fat," said Amy, "he's just rotund, and designed that way."
"And I'm designed to kick ass and take names!"
But Amy, who was the calmest one there, simply cleared her throat. "Remember, Sonic, temper is the only thing you can't get rid of by losing it," Amy said softly, reciting the magic lines from memory. "Come on, fury fighter…"
Sonic gritted his teeth, shaking with pent-up rage.
"The anger sharks are swimming in my head!" Sonic wailed as he tore at his quills.
"You gotta dunk that shit!" screamed Knuckles, also as if on cue.
"Listen to me," said Amy. "Stay with me, Sonic. Now repeat after me… Goosfraba."
Though Shadow recognized this whole exchange, pretty much stolen verbatim from arguably the most iconic scene in the infamous 2003 Jack Nicholson/Adam Sandler film Anger Management, he didn't think much of this strategy.
To his absolute astonishment, it seemed to be working.
Sonic said, simply, "Goos… fraba…"
As he spoke, the fire left the blue blur's eyes. A great weight seemed to have left his shoulders as he repeated the word, supposedly a derivation of a word used by Eskimos to calm their children, until he achieved some form of inner peace.
While Amy and Knuckles led Sonic away to munch on some chili dogs, Shadow took Tails aside.
"What the heck happened just there?" Shadow asked, incredulous.
"Oh, we - Amy and I - discovered this weird phenomenon the other day," said Tails. "We're calling it Forced Meme Completion Syndrome. It seems to be a sort of bug that affects digital beings - something caused by all the data they inputted into us when they were programming our interface language protocols. Fuckers just about dumped the entire web into our banks. I dunno, it's just a theory."
"A gaaaaaame theory," Shadow replied without even realizing it. He then slapped himself in the cheek.
"There it is again!" Tails shouted. "You just…"
"I know what I did! WHY, THOUGH?! What the hell was that about?!" Shadow exclaimed.
"That's what we're trying to figure out!" Tails continued, then paused thoughtfully. "Anyway, I'd better get back to Sonic. I've been… experimenting on him."
"I'd… expect no less," Shadow chuckled, then recalled Bowsette's 'experiments'. "Just don't get carried away."
This exchange left such an impression on Shadow, he thought it'd be a waste if he didn't at least do an experiment of his own on little Junior here.
In all his time searching for the kid, Shadow had had ample time to find the right film quote. He just wondered if it was meme-worthy.
"Junior…" he began.
"Yeah?" the kid replied, hardly paying attention, as he nonchalantly slipped a Juul pen into his mouth.
Shadow whacked it away and it shattered instantly as it hit the ground.
"Who gave you that?!"
Junior stared at the now-broken implement with some dismay. "Wario… it was a present."
"What a terrible uncle," Shadow muttered. "Anyway, you've got some explaining to do. Sonic's not at all happy that you jacked his new set of wheels. That's a prototype from Team Sonic Racing!"
Bowser Junior shrugged, now chewing on his own claws. "So what? Who cares? He's got more where that came from!
Shadow stood tall. "Tell me what's been eatin' you up inside, Junior."
"I dunno. It's just… the crown?"
"Crown?" Shadow led. "Do you wish the crown had never come to your father? That you…"
"Yeah, I wish it had never come to us. I wish none of this had happened."
"So do all who live to see such times," replied Shadow in his most dedicated impression of Ian McKellen's Gandalf the Grey. "But that is not for us to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us— WAIT, JUNIOR!"
But Junior's big, beady eyes were filled with tears. As if he could hear Howard Shore's Fellowship of the Ring score swelling in his ears, he pocketed an imaginary ring and began pushing on a park bench as if it were one of the elven-kayaks on the West Bank of Rauros.
Shadow smirked a little. It worked. But before he could work further magic on the kid and get him ready to apologize to Sonic, as always tends to happen in a place with thousands of characters, a raucous voice cut the air.
"Well, if it isn't the widdle baby with makeup on and his edgelord butt-buddy!"
Now instantly snapped out of his spell, Junior spun around to meet the taunting voice with vigor and gusto, but only shrieked as he came face-to-face with two of his three tormentors from the day before, and a newcomer.
That's right, Mewtwo, Alucard, and the Hero from Dragon Quest VIII were now walking down the avenue towards them. They were all dressed in matching leather outfits, vaping, with matching My Little Pony snapbacks.
"What are you lovebirds doing out here, so far from the party?" snickered Alucard.
"We could ask you the same thing," Shadow replied.
"What party?" Junior asked.
At that moment, cries of frenzied screaming and lustful squelching crossed the canyon from the next floating island over. If any of them had bothered to actually check over the edge of the overlook with a pair of binoculars, they'd be able to see that the door to Bowser's Castle had just been blown open from within, and that a whole army of Super Crowned Princesses were sexually assaulting any non-princesses.
But no, they were all too busy being dicks.
"Awwww, poor widdle Junior didn't get an invite," Alucard teased, the strong smell of cognac on his breath.
"I thought you were cool, Alucard," Junior mumbled.
"Being an Assist Trophy… does things to people," said Shadow, heartily recalling the drunken Isaac drowning his sorrows away on an old Tapper emulator and ranting to the denizens of The Stray Sheep on the Catherine online server. "Look, fellas, we don't want trouble."
But Alucard and the Hero both drew their swords, and Mewtwo began charging up Shadow Ball.
"It's not about what you want," said Mewtwo. "Sonic's not happy about the totaling of his brand new Team Sonic Racing vehicle. And—"
Before Bowser Junior even knew what happened, Shadow had pulled out his dual pistols, modeled after Heckler & Koch's USP Tactical, and fired upon the bullies, unloading all twenty rounds in quick succession upon them all.
Dragon Quest VIII's Hero didn't even get to pull out his Command Menu; his face exploded in a bloody pulp.
Alucard absorbed several bullets, but laughed as he dashed, ran, and finally teleported away to safety.
Mewtwo, whose psychic senses alerted him before the others, used Confusion to deflect the bullets, but didn't take into consideration the power of the seven Chaos Emeralds that Shadow had brought with him in order to keep Sonic from using them. The Emeralds granted Shadow supernatural speed, and Mewtwo's Confusion was a split-second too late - the bullets tore through his hand and arm and one went right through the middle of his neck.
Mewtwo fell to his knees, coughing.
"JUMPIN' JEHOSHAPHAT!" Bowser Junior exclaimed as he squee'd in simultaneous shock and terror, with a slight tinge of bloodlust.
Shadow whipped out his ridiculously long Samurai Blade and held its tip under Mewtwo's chin.
"Apologize to the boy," Shadow demanded.
"Da— COUGH! COUGH!" Mewtwo replied, splurting up all sorts of blood. He held up one finger on his other hand to ask for time, popped a Hyper Potion, then continued ralphing up a bunch of gooey mucous. "Damn, you're— AUUGHHH!"
And then he fell into another round of coughing as his body began to automatically regenerate.
Shadow took a deep breath to bolster his patience.
At last, Mewtwo's neck was able to regenerate.
"What I said was, damn, you're really gonna hold my chin up with the tip of your sword as you stare deeply into my eyes? That shit gay, brah."
"APOLOGIZE!" Shadow demanded, ignoring the heat rushing to his cheeks. "This is your last chance!"
But Mewtwo merely laughed and laughed and continued laughing even as Shadow hacked him into little bitty bits with a fury that scared the genteel, pampered-and-broken heart of Bowser Junior even as it activated his lust for violence.
Mewtwo was a bloody pulp when Shadow dropped his bladed weapon.
"Yo, dawg, that was brutal as fuck," Junior exclaimed at last. "Bad-ASS!"
"Thanks for the backup, Mister Frodo," Shadow almost sneered, with just enough jocularity that Junior could see the joking through it.
It was a manly bonding moment, the kind Junior always wished he could have had with his father.
"Though... what was that about turning the other cheek, again?" Bowser Junior said, morally flummoxed by the carnage.
"There's... there's only so much injustice one person can take." Shadow replied. "And I've reached my daily limit."
At another series of loud, blood-curdling screams followed by giggles and moans, they once again peered over the platform to survey the damage.
Shadow immediately held Junior's eyes closed.
It was beyond words.
"Junior, I'm going to need you to put a blindfold on," Shadow said. "And some earplugs. And a nose plug. And oh, fuck it, just find yourself a sensory deprivation chamber and wait the whole thing out."
The last time we left our hero and heroines, Princess Peach had been busted eavesdropping on Mario and Bowsette in Bowsette's private airship. Naturally, all three concerned were stunned to the quick, but none more thrown off than the very nude, very sweaty Bowsette.
"I'll say it again, what are you doing here, Peach?!" Bowsette boomed.
But the princess was shocked silent, her digital brain still re-adjusting to the unusual predicament her jealous heart had landed her in.
Mario looked from Peach's vulnerable frame to Bowsette's imposing figure; a premonition of impending disaster filled Mario's consciousness.
Bowsette hastily stood from the bed and began to cross the room, her knockers swinging like wrecking balls, nipples pointing daggers into Peach's wet eyes.
"What's the matter, Peach? Too proud to answer my question? Not used to taking orders?"
Peach's lip continued to quiver as she backed against the wall. Turning from Bowsette's intense glare, she looked to Mario for help.
"Mario's not gonna save you from this one," continued Bowsette, closing the distance, heat radiating from her nostrils.
"Bowsette, let's-a hear what she has to say," Mario all but pleaded, in a tone Peach thought serious but somewhat lacking in firmness.
"Yeah, let's hear it!" hissed Bowsette, fire oozing from the sides of her eager lips as her devilish grin nearly met Peach's shaking lips. "Be honest with yourself for once, Peachy!"
Through the shimmering of Peach's sweat and the melting of her lip gloss, Bowsette couldn't help but sense the wanton lust wafting from Peach's sweat-stained body, the suppression of want showing clearly on her puckered lips.
So... Bowsette thought. These thoughts are in her mind, too...
"Why are you staring at me?!" Peach demanded, her face now a sharp shade of crimson. Her words were addressed to Bowsette, but she glanced intermittently at Mario. "You say I'm not honest. That I'm hiding something. Why don't you tell me what it is you really want?"
"What we wanted was you!" Mario announced, finally squeezing in between them. "Ladies, please..."
"No," Bowsette told Mario with a sad look in her eyes before turning back to Peach and almost gently stroking a lock of her tousled blonde hair. "What we wanted was your love. Your affection. Something. Anything."
Peach shook her head. "Affection? Love? You mean a lie?"
"Weren't you only lying to yourself, Peachie?" Bowsette suggested with a pout, sure she had the princess cornered. "Isn't it time to fess up?"
"You don't get to tell me what I'm thinking or feeling," Peach replied, calmly but firmly. "Tell me one thing, Bowsette. Just when would my best be enough for you?"
Neither Mario nor Bowsette had a good answer for this one.
"Do you remember the early days?" she continued, all but pleadingly. "The days when we'd flirt and laugh and dance and drink in the artificial moonlight together? And how you'd always accuse me of leading you both on? Do you ever think of how lonely it is at the top?! How much I've suffered due to your being unable to control your... urges?!"
"Suffering?! HO! Don't talk to us about suffering!" bellowed Bowsette. "It's-a Mario here who's beta-tested dozens of games, who's put in the hours! How many times have you fallen through lava? Gotten crushed by Thwomps?"
"We're a-getting off-topic, ladies," Mario picked up the thread. "This-a isn't a pity contest."
"No, it isn't!" Peach exclaimed, relieved at his interjection. "And I know that I have no right to be here-"
"Then why ARE you here?" Bowsette grinned sharply, seeing that her little hostage wasn't afraid to finally get to the point. "Couldn't help yourself, couldn't stop from watching, eh?"
"It's not like that!" Peach flushed more crimson than even her scarlet battle dress. "I... I have something I need to say... to both of you…"
Mario and Bowsette exchanged glances, each as confused as the other as to what she might say.
"I... I'm sorry to have driven you both to this." Peach said finally, "I'm terribly sorry! But I'll have you know, it wasn't my intention! Not in the slightest! All I want, all I've ever wanted, is for us to be able to live together without conflict."
A perfect little fantasy world for a perfect little princess, Bowsette thought, but didn't say aloud, though she almost did; Mario's warm hand stopped her short.
Mario hoped to convey to Bowsette somehow that she had just mentioned that very thing - wanting everyone to be happy - not five minutes ago... but these were testy waters.
Mario's furrowed brow and warm hands - he quietly took Peach's trembling glove in his other - touched both princess' hearts. But Bowsette didn't want to make peace. No... she had both Mario and Peach right where she wanted them, and she hungered deeply for them both.
"Thanks for the honesty," Bowsette said at last, hardly able to keep eye contact with Peach. She turned away and bit her lip, and beneath the flushed, overheated face, Peach could see big ol' Bowser's vulnerability seeping through. "I guess... I could have handled the whole thing better on my part, too."
Peach's lips puckered into a smile. Was Bowsette REALLY attempting to apologize?! That was something frankly unheard of. Those feminine traits of hers must have been making a serious impact...
"My, that's... awfully decent of you to say," continued Peach, who was finding it hard to keep her breathing steady with Bowsette so close, and leaning so powerfully over her, the smell of sex emanating from her full, curvy, sweaty body.
"You'll find I'm a lot more awfully decent than I let on," Bowsette said with a pithy laugh. "But the point remains: you drove us to this."
Peach's stomach sank. Bowsette, Bowsette, Bowsette… why do you feel the constant need to take the high ground? These are narcissist tactics…
Mario noticed the slight change in her expression, though few others might have. "Are-a you all right, Peach? Do-a you have anything else to tell us?"
"Just…" The words caught in Peach's throat. "Have you ever read Don Quixote?"
Mario and Bowsette looked at one another, as if trying to guess her meaning.
"Sure," they replied in unison. Truth be told, the timeless epic of meta-fiction was one of Bowser's all-time favorite novels.
"Do you recall the tale of the shepherdess Marcela and the poet Grisostomo?"
Bowsette immediately knew where Peach was going with this, but let her speak on.
"Of course," Bowsette replied, before checking Mario's expression to see the plumber plumbing his memory, a thing long assaulted by years of long nights spent smashing his oversized head into things while beta-testing. "It's a tragic tale of love and loss."
"Sorry," Mario admitted. "It's-a been several years..."
"Love and loss?" Peach scoffed. "Please. It's a tale of free will and obligation! Grisostomo and Marcela were both shepherds by choice, both from wealthy families... Marcela's beauty was such that she would drive the other goatherds wild with desire, and yet, her one true love was her freedom!"
"Ah, yes!" Mario remembered.
"That's not how I-"
"Let her finish, darling," Mario calmed down his love.
Bowsette looked wounded, but Mario kissed her to calm her down. She was a time bomb that had just been armed.
Peach cleared her throat and continued with a smile. "Marcela never asked to be courted by every man in her region! I mean, Grisostomo was perhaps the best of them, an ambitious poet, a university student, a Faustian figure who could read the stars, whose whole life was a romance... he spent a looooot of time courting the shepherdess, and-"
"And he proposed to her, she turned him down, and he was so distraught with grief, he fucking killed himself!" Bowsette interjected, eager to get to the point.
"Only because of his folly!" Peach retorted. "Marcela was blameless!"
"Blameless, you say?" Bowsette growled, steamy breath oozing from her slightly opened mouth. "I've been a man, and a woman! I know what it's like to be a man, enslaved to my own desires, and to be a woman, holding that power to inflict blinding lust!"
"What if I never wanted that power?!" Peach almost wailed. "What if all I ever wanted to do was to be myself?!"
The voice in her head countered, Yourself? Who ARE you, anyway?, and Bowsette's knowing look informed her that her reflections were plain on the princess' face. You clearly enjoy role-playing the princess all day, every day! Even though you're no different than any of the digital beings! But whose fault is that…? Oh, this blame carousel could go on all day!
"I'm not just a pretty face, or a damsel in distress, but damned if I'll ever get to explore that when I'm locked up half the time! Don't I have a right to find out what it means to be myself, on my own time?!" Peach screamed, this time looking from Bowsette to Mario.
Mario scratched the top of his head. "Of course you do…"
Bowsette looked almost hurt. "You're just going to let her off that easily?!"
"It's-a not like she's-a being unreasonable, she's-a just speaking her truth…" Mario blubbered and mumbled to himself, unsure how to respond at first. With the way this was going, poor Mario felt like he should be wearing his referee outfit. It was in his duffel bag, after all.
"Her truth?" Bowsette all but hissed. "There's only one truth, and that's that you were a spoiled little princess!"
"And so what if I was? I know now how foolish I was, and I don't want to be foolish anymore!"
"Tell that to the men who suffered!" Bowsette roared.
"My past doesn't entitle you to anything!" Peach retorted.
This disarmed Bowsette a bit, but she continued to pressure Peach. "So! Your two suitors turn to each other out of desperation, and you oh so conveniently have a 180-heel turn character arc on a dime?! Gimme a break! Have you ever even contemplated existence? Has... has suicide ever crossed your mind?"
Peach's stomach churned. She couldn't say she'd ever suffered in that way.
A whistle blew, loudly, shattering the mood.
"This isn't a pity party!" Mario interjected, now in his full referee outfit. He was about to say more before he noticed the hurt on Bowsette's face.
Bowsette's eyes flashed from disappointment to rage as the tears erupted from her widened eyes. "So that's how it is! You're taking her side!"
"It's-a not about sides!" Mario pleaded, gesturing to his costume. "We are-a closer than friends, closer than lovers, practically family! We should-a be beyond that by now. How long has it-a been?"
"Too long," Peach took over. She quickly grabbed Bowsette's hands in her own and stroked them gently, never taking her eyes off of Bowsette's. "You know, I think it's kinda natural for anyone to want what they can't get, but what's just out of reach. I... I always thought you were so cool, I mean... as Bowser, you know?"
Bowsette turned away, bit her lip, didn't want to believe her.
"No, really!" Peach continued, raising Bowsette's chin up. "Look at me so you know I'm telling the truth."
Bowsette forced her eyes to meet Peach's; it was difficult, painful even, to put herself in that vulnerable position, to have hope...
"Bowser was always the coolest among us all," she continued. "What do I have? A Kingdom that always gets captured and enslaved. I'm relegated to damsel duty more often than not! Meanwhile, you've got a whole family, and magical minions by the dozens, and airships and cool gadgets, and all the bells and whistles... and muscles, too. Your theme is always played with cool electric guitars and effects and stuff! You're totally metal!"
"I can be metal, too," Mario jested, and he couldn't decide if Peach's reply of a gentle head-pat was loving or slightly condescending.
"You're just buttering me up," Bowsette said with a boyish side-glance.
"I mean it." Peach's puckered lips and concerned expression were sincere. "And I understand; I was designed with little girls in mind. And that's okay, but..." she trailed off.
"What are you trying to say?" Bowsette continued, now genuinely curious.
Peach gulped. It was now or never.
"I'm trying to say that I want to be honest with myself for once. And the truth is... the truth is that I love you both! I can't decide! And I know... I know that makes me the most selfish and entitled bitch in the world, but I can't help it, and I love you both, and I'm sorry!"
Both Mario and Bowsette were taken aback, stunned with shock, but also, following that, a huge sense of relief washed over them. The revelation came like a deep breath of fresh sea-blown air.
And then there was the uncertainty.
Years and years of anticipation, of will-she-won't-she… surely, it couldn't be true… could it?
"Both of us?" Mario and Bowsette both said at once, incredulous, brows furrowed.
"Yes!" Peach exclaimed, and the courage she gained from her initial confession showed true in her eyes this time. "You can believe me, or not, but it's true… I was so selfish... not just to have that thought, but to keep it all to myself. I was blind and silly, and I totally get if you hate me now. So please… hate me, hate me all you like."
Mario kissed her hand, ever so gently, all the while maintaining eye contact.
"I can't-a say I understand entirely," he replied. "But I don't hate you, Peach. I don't-a think either of us could hate you if we tried."
Mario then turned to Bowsette, almost pleading for her to take it easy on Peach. The very naked, Super Crown-infected individual, however, was not pleased by Mario's hand-kissing. For a moment, her eyes glowered as if with rage, but she quickly mustered it, calmed her breathing, and cracked her neck.
"Prove it," she simply commanded the princess.
Peach flushed. "Excuse me?"
Bowsette's deft, sharp-nailed fingers now traced the soft, curved outline of her pretty jawline.
"What are-a you doing?!" Mario yelled.
"She heard what I said."
Peach squeezed Mario's hand. "It's okay," she told him. I can handle this. I am more than just numbers on a screen, more than a goal, more than a face, more than a body. I can handle you both, and myself, too.
With that, she took a deep breath. It was easier than she had anticipated. She had already made the confession, after all.
Her lips melted against Bowsette's. They fell into one another, passionately, completely, intensely.
Then Peach pulled back for a second. She licked her lips, tasting Bowsette and Mario all at once upon them, and loving every bit of them both.
Mario's erection had mushroomed immediately. Peach turned to him now. She grabbed his dick with her hand, massaged it, stroked it. He practically devoured her full lips, and she rubbed her cheeks softly against his oversized nose as their conjoined mouths made one long body-tube out of them both.
Now breathless, Peach pulled away and leaned hard against the wall to catch her breath. Her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing.
"Satisfied?!" she finally managed.
"No." Bowsette smirked ever so gently, the beast within now tamed. "Your kiss with Mario was longer."
Peach slapped Bowsette, which only got her more fired up. She immediately followed-up the slap with a passionate kiss, the kind of kiss she always secretly wanted to plant on Bowser, in the many moments when the large, lovable lug would endear himself to her.
Peach didn't even realize her hands were moving of their own accord, running up and down Bowsette's warm skin, tracing the curves of her waist and hips.
At last, Bowsette pushed her away.
"Fiery!" she declared. "But we can't have all the fun."
"I agree!" Peach declared, sweeping herself from the wall and twirling over towards the bed. She sat down ever so delicately, gestured for Mario to come join her.
Mario didn't need to be told twice. He practically leapt across the room and all but fell upon Princess Peach, who was only too ready to receive him. She grabbed his butt as he leapt onto her lap, almost knocking her flat.
Peach's cheeks burned as he kissed them, over and over. His hands playing with her hair and teasing her neck and earlobes,
Mario's wide eyes stared up at her, asking permission.
"You're not dreaming," Peach reassured him as she stroked his round cheeks.
He pulled up her skirt and found her panties to be absolutely soaked through. The plumber turned, almost sheepishly, to Bowsette.
The devilish grin on Bowsette's fiery lips told him, yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!
She was standing watch, a hand between her own legs, priming herself, asking what the hell he was waiting for.
Mario gulped as he assumed the position. As he bent over the princess' hips, his mustache brushed Peach's neatly trimmed pubic hair.
Peach's legs trembled at her lover's touch, no matter how gently he applied his fingers to her inner thighs. She kept her eye contact as tightly as her hands caressed Mario's hair and ears, breathing heavily with anticipation.
How long have I wanted this? Peach wondered wistfully. How long have they suffered?
He'd already come multiple times. These women were insatiable!
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