Author's Note: HAPPY EASTER / SPRINGTIME and thank you for your patience! Thank you as well to all the new Faves and Followers! You keep me going!
This chapter, I'm trying something different. It can (preferably, but optionally) be read like a songfic or with the accompanying music, with the songs in Peach's Playlist corresponding to the onscreen action. I have actually made a playlist on YouTube with the songs below, and though I can't link it here due to policy, you can search up "There's Something About Bowsette Chapter Fifteen Playlist", or just compile the songs yourself on Spotify (to avoid spoilers, the full playlist of songs is at the end of the chapter).
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, their likenesses or anything really. I am but a lowly pauper. Please don't sue me Ninty. No habla Ingles.
Eternal Violets: Thank you so much! I really appreciate the feedback, and I hope you enjoy this chapter! :D
JasonVUK: Oh, the sexytimes have only just begun for Mario! Read on...
Chapter Fifteen
3-Way (The Golden Rule)
Mario pounced onto the princess like a wild thing, much to Bowsette's lecherous delight.
Not usually one for patience, Bowser might have thrown a fit, but Bowsette was voyeuristic enough to appreciate the spectacle, and excited enough that waiting a few more minutes for an event she'd been anticipating for her (and Bowser's) entire lives was not a bad thing at all.
Despite all of her egging him on, the quick start was slowed by Peach's index finger meeting Mario's lips before he kissed her. She took his large, sledgehammer-strength head in her tiny hands and pinched his cheeks, about as far as they'd stretch on the Super Mario 64 title screen.
"It's not a race, Mario."
Mario's head was spinning. He couldn't make heads or tails of the situation, and instead just watched, goggle-eyed, as Peach began to unzip her dress.
"Say, Bowsette," the princess asked, "would you do the honor of setting up some mood music? I've got just the Playlist. I believe I've shared it with you on Deezer."
She was prepared for this?! Bowsette was stunned out of her reverie, but quickly recovered. "Huh. What do I look like, a jukebox?!"
Now in her undies, corset, and white stockings, Peach took a swig from their Veuve Clicquot champagne bottle and pouted imploringly, her lip all but quavering.
Your sex kitten eyes have no power here, Bowsette hoped to convey, meeting her almost nose-to-nose, flames spewing from her own nostrils and smoke trails sneaking out from her lips.
Peach did not retreat; in fact, she just giggled, then leaned in close and whispered ever so delicately into Bowsette's ear in an exaggerated voice that can only be described as Grimes-eque.
"You wanna play chicken, Bowsie? Clearly you underestimate your opponent. RAWR!"
She suddenly took a sudden nibble at Bowsette's lower lip.
Bowsette almost shrieked. "What in the eight worlds has gotten Into you, princess?"
"Liquid courage," she added with another giggle, taking another gulp. "This isn't the first drink I've had tonight!"
Bowsette and Mario looked at one another quizzically, as if to ask, should we even be doing this?! Is this ethical?!
Peach countered that thought before either could speak, by leaping to her feet, stretching her arms, and exclaiming, "I feel like a slinky that's been unwound! Like a headphone cord that's been untangled! Like an arrow loosed from the tightest bow on the battlefield!"
"Speaking of tight..." Mario motioned by sliding his hand up her leg, but Peach slapped it away.
"Oh, do behave! Bowsette, what HAVE you done to the wholesome gentleman who used to open doors for me?!"
"I wasn't the one teasing him for decades on end!"
As she let Mario help her out of her stockings, Peach had no reply; her cheeks turned as crimson as her lips. Bowsette laughed as she set up Peach's Playlist on his 6.1 sound system.
Tenacious D's Fuck Her Gently began to play.
This is a song for the ladies… but fellas… listen closely...
While Mario unclasped Peach's bra, the princess began to massage Mario's hairy sack.
"Yeah, I can't take all the credit!" Bowsette boomed. "When we first started flirting, his balls were so swollen, I called 'em Big Blue. Took us several nights to drain that well!"
You don't always have to fuck her hard
In fact sometimes that's not right to do
Peach winked as she began to fellate Mario, but just the tip, all the while varying pressure with each of her fingers, the way she'd read about in one of her dirty stories, and the way she'd fantasized whenever she saw the two of them duking it out over her… of course, they were just doing their jobs, but oh, how she loved to play into the fiction, to relish in that power...
Sometimes you got to make some love
And fuckin' give her some smooches too
"Well, then it looks like I'm going to have to fill that well up before emptying it out again. Then it'll be your turn," she said, noticing Bowsette's slight frown. She teased Mario's mushroom with her tongue before giving a few quick strokes, followed by a quick deep-throat to test her gag reflex.
"BUT I WANT YOU NOW!" Bowsette whined, her pussy already dripping wet.
Peach looked sincerely apologetic. "You know I'm not a multi-tasker..."
"You'd better cum fast, Mario!" Bowsette demanded, but Peach just blew her a kiss before pulling the rock-hard Mario down onto her once more.
"Won't be... long…" Mario said, awash in lust, his head woozy with pheromones.
Delaying gratification, Bowsette realized. As she watched the awkward elbows, the passionate but deliberate necking, the butterfly kisses Peach left on Mario's cheeks as she tickled him with her eyelashes, Bowsette suddenly came to an epiphany.
The kinds of grandiose gestures 'incels' like Bowser hedged their bets on were unreliable at best, disaster-inviting at worst. Watching that classic Simpsons episode where Ralph Wiggum's heart was brutally pulverized on live television by Lisa's insult was a traumatizing experience. It all but scared Bowser off of love (and television) for years.
No, the road to love was a cobblestone one, paved by the little things, the sincerity and consistency of everyday gestures, the acts of actively caring for another's well-being more than one cares for one's own self, and of retaining that awareness, of living in it.
Care. That is what Bowser lacked, but Mario always retained. That was why his fingers were teasing Peach's nipples every which way.
The lyrics to Fuck Her Gently were not a tongue-in-cheek joke. They were Truth immortalized in the time-tested medium of Rock.
Bowsette studied Mario's technique as he shifted gears and coaxed the princess out of her not-quite-but-mostly-virginal shell - he was gentler, softer, more deliberate with her, like she was some delicate Madonna…. Mario never stroked Bowsette's ears like that, no, that was something new...
That ugly fiend jealousy reared its head again, but reason dispelled it in seconds.
Of course he was different with her! Why wouldn't he be? Peach and Bowsette were worlds apart, as different as Mario and Bowser were from one another. They had different needs. There's nothing quite as unfair as the equal treatment of unequals.
Where was the issue, then? Why was she, Bowsette, suffering so? Isn't this pain self-inflicted?
It was not from a lack of love, no. Both Peach and Mario were imploring her to join them with their eyes, as the former let the latter move down her body, trailing sweet kisses along her porcelain-white skin. She giggled as she approached her navel, and her eyes fluttered to Bowsette's. They both flushed hot and Bowsette felt a tinge of Peach's own insecurities.
She may be a princess, but she's just as human as we are. That's why I'm suffering, Bowsette realized. The problem is that deep down, I want to play the victim. I'm still insecure old Bowser. Still stuck in a loop of making excuses for myself. I'll latch onto my emotions and wallow in them. I'll pine for her and I'll drink in the pain of her inevitable rejection, and like a day spent listening to nothing but Radiohead, I will pray at the altar of my pain, hoping it will give me the illusion of strength, telling myself the lie that I'm doing it all out of love, when really I'm just trapped by my own fears.
Love… it's something I can't define, though I'm looking right at it.
As her internal temperature climbed through the thick heat, Bowsette watched reverently as Mario lapped up Peach's love-juices, making her squirm beneath his slick moustache, which was quickly dripping wet with her pussy juice.
"Mario! Don't stop! Ahh! YES!"
Mario grinned. "I'm just-a getting started, princess! Wa-hoo!"
He flicked her bean with his tongue, pushing down with one palm on the pubic mound above her clit while his other hand was doing double duty - one finger was worming its way into her vagina while his pinky probed around her anus.
Peach bit down hard on her lip and convulsed as his teasing intensified.
"It's too much! OH!"
Bowsette slyly wrapped herself around Mario.
"You're awful, Mario. Keeping her to yourself like that. JUST PUT IT IN ALREADY!"
Mario grabbed Bowsette's hand and wrapped it around his dick. "Why don't-a you make yourself useful?"
Bowsette bit his nose before she realized what she was doing.
"MAMMA MIA!" Mario shouted at the unexpected outburst.
"Let me show you how it's done!" Bowsette boomed, licking her lips lecherously as she pushed the plumber out of the way. She all but attacked Peach's cunny with her warm tongue, finger-fucking her in both holes with her sharp nails.
"AIIIEEEEE!" Peach screamed.
Bowsette slapped the princess in the tits. She cried aloud, gasping for air.
"Bowsette!" Mario cried, but Peach reached her hand out to him.
"It's okay," she told him, her soft gaze emphasizing the point. "Bowsette… your nails…"
"Ah, right," Bowsette said apologetically as she slowed her furious fingering, concentrating on flicking the princess' clit.
"That's better." Peach then pouted her lips and brought her hand to Mario's member. "Mario, you were so nice to me. Let me return the favor."
What had come over me just then? Bowsette wondered. Perhaps this is what all their fussing over Peach was all about. This intangible, maddening, moving goalpost called passion.
Bowser had a heart-to-heart with Ganon, DK, and King Dedede once, long ago, after Brawl's release, when they were all very drunk.
"The thing with women," Ganon all but growled, emphasis on that last word, "is that they don't know why they do things, you know. But they expect You, The Man, to know everything at all times, ya know?"
"Yo, dis about the pizza topping argument ya had with Zelda again?" queried a very bored King Dedede. "Coz if I gotta hear that shit one more time-"
"When a woman asks "what do YOU want," it's a SHIT TEST!" Ganon insisted. "They just wanna know how you're gonna handle The Situation! They already 'KNOW' What They Want, but they Don't Know It, AND DAMNED if you'll EVER get A WORD outta THEM! And That Is Why The Trojan War Happened! The End!"
Bowser snorted and rolled his eyes. "You're really generalizing about women again, bro?"
It didn't take long for Bowsette to recall Bowser's frame of mind back then. Whatever Ganon was ranting about, it couldn't apply to Peach. No, not perfect Princess Peach, who did everything deliberately, the sweetheart, and who would never, ever lead anyone on, or revel in attention just for the sake of it...
"You're lovesick," Ganon continued with a wave of his hand. "Personally, I don't know what it is ya see in her. She's got as much personality as a Barbie doll. She'd probably just lay there open-mouthed with her arms spread like that dakimakura you keep in your shrine."
"Shrine indeed! That's my closet! Everything's a shrine to you Zelda nerds."
"You know I'm right!" Ganon jeered. "Zelda is best girl!"
"I ain't even gettin' into this," Dedede snorted. "But y'all seem to be forgettin' Samus."
"Thirty years of this shit… you'd think we could agree to disagree," grumbled Donkey Kong, who had a soft spot for Pauline… though Rosalina was a close second.
And thus the discussion went for another several hours.
Point is, now Bowsette could see that Ganon couldn't have been further from the truth. Peach was dynamite in the sack, as evidenced by the fact that she had now flipped Mario onto his back and was squatting over his fat dick.
The next song began to play: Driver's Seat by Sniff'n the Tears.
"You've been patient with me long enough," Peach said with a devilish grin. "Take the wheel!"
She grabbed Mario's two gloved hands and put them just where he wanted them, pinching his big fingers around her areolas.
"Woo-hoo!" she declared as she wiggled onto his girth, using both hands - one in front of her and one behind her - to guide him in. The process was agonizingly slow. She began to flick her clit.
*AHHHH! IT'S SO GOOD! OH GOD YOU'RE SO THICK!"
Mario, for his part, was ready for action.
He thrust upwards. She met him halfway. He thrust again and again, and moved his right hand to Peach's luscious apple bottom to steady her, as she was on the verge of swooning.
It was clear that the princess was lightheaded, but she committed fully to the part, flexing her kegel muscles to milk Mario's man-muscle as she broke into a heated sweat.
"I'm so close... Be gentle..." she blushed.
"I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!" Bowsette screamed. She all but pushed Peach down onto Mario's dick all at once, forcing her to take him all the way in.
Peach convulsed and squealed, and her knees buckled as she came right then and there, squirting her juices all over Mario and all over the bed as she fell onto her knees and shook almost violently upon his throbbing totem pole.
"YEEEAAAAAASSSSSS!" Peach hissed between clenched teeth. She was dripping sweat all over.
But Mario wasn't finished. Wasting no time, he flipped Peach over, onto her back, and rode her like there was no tomorrow.
"I'm-a so close!"
"Not so... Fast... Ahh..." Peach twitched and cried and moaned, but did not resist as Mario's thrusts increased.
What can I do (what can I do)
When I remember my time with you
Bowsette helped him along. Taking a page from Peach's playbook, she nibbled Mario's ear, all the while massaging his prostate through his gooch with one hand, and teasing Peach's tits with her other. She pinched and twisted the princess' nipples between her fingers with great relish.
"Oh, oh, it's too much!" Peach convulsed once more, still riding the wave of her first orgasm. "Bowsette, that hurts! AHHH! Please!"
Her words and her tone were at odds with each other, however, and Bowsette sought to take full advantage of this fact.
Bowsette pulled her hair and looked right into Peach's lust-crazed eyes. "How do ya like it, princess?! How's it feel, being dicked down like the slut you are?!"
"I'm... Not a slut... I'm not like that..." Peach pouted all sheepishly, knowing how wild it drove both of her companions. "I'm a good girl, I promise! AHHHH!"
Bowsette shut her up by meeting their mouths, and both the princess and Queen Koopa wasted no time in taking their tongue-lashing to the next level. Bowsette did her one better by flicking Peach's love button and massaging Mario's scrotum simultaneously.
Pick up your feet
Got to move to the trick of the beat
There is no lead
Just take your place in the driver's seat
Bowsette left a signature bite on the princess' lip, then winked at Mario.
"So you think your 'good girl' impression is hot. And it is. But you ain't seen nothin' yet, princess," she sneered, then suddenly said, "Come."
Bowsette simultaneously pressed hard on Mario's prostate, and pushed down on Peach's public mound. And all at once, as if this salacious symphony were orchestrated by some sex-crazed higher power, they both came buckets.
Grumble Volcano never erupted so hard. Mario filled the princess' womb so thoroughly, cum was spraying out of her cooch like fireworks on the fourth of July. And Peach's waves of ecstasy rippled through both of their bodies, sending them into a hitherto unimaginable pleasure dome.
The two lovers screamed and moaned and shook and finally collapsed upon one another.
The track switched. Runner by Tennis began playing.
Bowsette relished each frame of the delectable sight. Peach was twitching uncontrollably on the bed, squirting and convulsing like nobody's business. Never one for patience, Bowsette flicked her own bean and teased her nipples furiously.
"You'd better be ready for me, princess."
"Just... oh… oh, give me a second, dear," Peach insisted before taking a swig of water. She then looked to Mario, who was already stroking himself back to life. "I can see why you two go together so well. She's insatiable, and you've got the stamina - - AHHH!"
"And so do you," Bowsette observed as her fingers met Peach's lower lips and found them incredibly wet. "God, I can't wait any longer."
Peach squirmed beneath her touch. "It's too much... Slowly, please, ahhhh..."
Bowsette clambered into bed, half-beside Peach, and half-above her, discovering, bit by bit, the princess' petite body with her eyes, mouth, digits, and skin.
Their nipples pressed up against one another like power terminals.
Mario let his hands roam over both ladies' bodies, spoiled for choice. It was like picking between a Tanuki Suit and a Propeller Hat while under the influence of an Invincibility Star. He just didn't know what to do with himself.
His penis took the lead, and led the rest of Mario, trancelike, between their four perfect legs as Peach's and Bowsette's steamy, pink, wet bodies slithered and slid against one another like two interlocking vines growing around the same pole.
Every little bead of sweat
Feel it running down my neck
The glances the two women exchanged between their frantic kissing told the whole story between them, and Bowsette learned from the ferocity and sincerity of Peach's affections what she'd long desired: that she could be loved, and lusted after, and beautiful...
When you look at me like that
Feeling like we can't go back
Mario thrust his hips and gyrated as two of the most deliciously supple pairs of pussy lips massaged his man-meat, their juices mingling into a pungent cunny cocktail.
In between deep kisses, Bowsette whispered sweet nothings into Peach's ear.
"So you like this, don't you? Is it like kissing a mirror? You've had practice, haven't you?"
Peach nearly frowned. "I… may have tried looking at myself in a mirror. Practicing. But I've never kissed one!"
Bowsette pinched her cheeks as Mario's dick moved between their dueling pussies, massaging their swollen nether lips. "It's okay. You, and I, and Mario… we're all narcissists. The sooner we accept it, the better."
If I become a pillar of salt
I'll know that it was all my fault
Before Peach could reply, Bowsette all but engulfed her mouth as she twisted the princess' nipples. Peach tensed up, and finally bit her lip.
"You're horrible!" Peach whispered. "I couldn't breathe!"
Every little bead of sweat
Every little bead of sweat
"Don't tell me you're scared," Bowsette replied with a devilish grin. "I could be so much scarier, you don't even know."
"You'd like it if I were scared, wouldn't you?" Peach replied, a tad harshly. "You and your… power fantasies. When you were Bowser, you were always too cuddly to terrify me."
"You say that now," Bowsette jested. "Now that I've got a soft, feminine body…"
Peach scoffed. "Try me."
"Is that a dare?" Bowsette smirked.
"What are-a you two whispering about?!" Mario cried out at last.
"Nothing," Peach replied at the exact same time that Bowsette said, "She wants it rough."
"No, I don't!" Peach whined as Mario's dick wormed its way back into her pussy. "Mario! AH!"
Bowsette slathered coconut oil over their privates and continued to grind against Peach. "So tell me, princess... how does it feel being made love to by a sexier version of yourself? Does it give you an inadequacy complex or somethin'?"
To which the princess smiled and laughed merrily. "Don't go overthinking it, Bowsie... ahhh..."
The track changed. No Ordinary Love by Sadé.
Once again, the plumber pounded the princess. Peach shook, her usually perfectly coiffed hair falling all over the place as she was reamed over and over.
"You can't resist, Peach!" Bowsette boomed with an evil laugh. She began to choke the princess.
Peach's initial shock at the act gave way to a wave of feeling as she felt herself tense up against Mario's dick.
I gave you all the love I got
I gave you more than I could give
I gave you love
"You're gonna come for us again," Bowsette demanded with a flash of her teeth.
"I… I can't…" Peach moaned, but her restless legs said otherwise. She dug her heels into Bowsette's back as Mario fucked her over and over again.
Bowsette licked her face, her neck, her armpits, drinking in every pore of her hallowed body even as she traced every outline of Peach's perfect ass with the slender fingers and sharp nails of her free hand.
I gave you all that I have inside
And you took my love
You took my love
Bowsette removed the claw (really, it was just a clip-on nail) from her left middle and index fingers and gently maneuvered them into Peach's anus. WIth her right hand, Bowsette dug her nails into Peach's back. She then bit Peach's nipple - not too hard, but enough to elicit shrieking - and teased the top of it with featherly flicks of her tongue.
"I said, you're gonna come for us again," Bowsette demanded. Her other hand moved like a spider until it tightened onto Peach's windpipe.
The princess gasped for breath.
"That's enough!" Mario cried, but as he tried to reach over to block Bowsette's claw, Bowsette suddenly swished her tail, sticking its pointy end right into Mario's anus,
"YEOWCH!" Mario exclaimed. He was lucky that Bowsette had slathered her tail in coconut oil when no one was looking, but the initial pain still hurt like a bitch.
This is no ordinary love
No ordinary love
This is no ordinary love
No ordinary love
"It's hardly in here," Bowsette laughed at Mario. "One movement and I hit your prostate and make you come again. Then I'll have her all to myself. And you wouldn't want that, would you?"
After confirming that Peach was all right (in fact, she was enjoying being play-choked), Mario was not amused. "You try-a moving that thing, and I will clench it right off! My ass is a vise!"
"I love it when you get competitive," Bowsette jeered. "But you've got no chance! PUT THAT DICK UP MY COOCH RIGHT NOW AND FUCK ME!"
Mario did as he was told. Bowsette pushed back hard against him. He thrust uncontrollably within Bowsette, who was so fired up, she was ready to come at any point, and was taken entirely over the edge when Peach's arms reached around her neck to choke Bowsette.
"I'M COMING! AHHHH! SHOOT IT IN MY ASS!"
While shaking, Bowsette tightened her kegel muscles around Mario's member, milking it to another climax. Mario withdrew, adjusted his angle, and re-inserted into Bowsette's bangin' butthole; his Super Shotgun fired load after load into Bowsette's intestinal tract, and she moaned in perfect ecstasy, tightening her chokehold on Peach and belching fire to the ceiling.
"Eh… excuse me..."
They were so lost in their lust, both of them were so oblivious to the fact that Peach was about to pass out from asphyxiation, it was a total shocker when the princess' crown went flying into Bowsette's eyeball.
"YEEEOWW! Oh, sorry!" Bowsette exclaimed as she released her stranglehold on the princess.
Peach gasped for air for quite some time.
Did somebody say that
A love like that won't last
Didn't I give you
All that I've got to give baby
Mario and Bowsette both tried to appease her, but the princess merely huffed and stared in anger at the two dueling suitors. She stood, gasped, drank a swig of water, and then walked to the airship's window and swung it open to grab some air.
"I'm so sorry-" they both began in unison, but Peach finally held up one finger to silence them.
When she spoke, her voice was adorably husky. "You do know I'm going to expect you both to make it up to me now."
Bowsette sighed in relief. She hadn't done any real damage. "What… did you have in mind, exactly?"
Peach giggled. "I want Mario to wear the Super Crown."
Mario's eyes lit up, his mind completely blown by this prospect. If his senses were in overdrive a moment ago, his brain was now sparking in all sectors, as digital neurons that had never before interacted expanded his conception Of What Was Possible to hitherto uncharted regions.
Bowsette and Mario looked at one another, and discovered that their minds had both gone to the same far-out place.
They looked to Peach, then back to each other.
"Wait, how did... " they both said at once. "How did we never think of doing that before?!"
The track changed and Interpol's No I in Threesome began to play.
Amused, Peach blew them both kisses.
"Make it happen."
But now that it came time to take off the Super Crown, Bowsette felt a tinge of sadness, possibly even regret.
"There's no reason for me to be afraid," Bowsette whispered to herself, unaware that her companions could hear her. "I'm still me… right?"
Through the storms and the lie
Baby, you stood by my side
And life is wine
But there are days in this life
When you see the teeth marks of time
Two lovers divide
"Take your time," Peach insisted, putting an arm around her. "I've got a Super Crown, here, too… so... "
"You're saying everyone can be a princess?" Mario jested.
"I'm saying that we can be as creative as we want to be with this," Peach replied, pleased with herself. "And that I want Bowser's b... boner, too."
BONERIFFIC! Bowsette thought.
Mario squeezed Bowsette's hand, his loving eyes reassuring her once more that he was prepared to see and love her as Bowser once more.
"All right," said Bowsette confidently. "Let's do this!"
Bowsette took off the crown, triggering the transformation.
Now the windows are open, the moon is so bright
There's no one who can tell us
What love brings for you and I
Peach bit her lip in anticipation. Talk about a win-win-win situation.
A/N: Thank you so much for reading and sticking with this fic! Was it worth the wait? Do you enjoy the prolonged emphasis on the dirty stuff, or should I get to wrapping up the story? I'm flexible as to how to progress from here, but I'm also getting ready to move, and work has been crazy lately (yes, we are being safe and taking every precaution). Anyway, any feedback is much appreciated and please FAVE AND FOLLOW if you can! Take care and happy Easter! Much love to you all and hope you are all doing well in these crazy times.
Songs in Peach's Playlist
Tenacious D - Fuck Her Gently
Sniff'n the Tears - Driver's Seat
Tennis - Runner
Sade - Ordinary Love
Interpol - Threesome
...and of course, the chapter title is from:
Lonely Planet feat. Justin Timberlake and Lady Gaga - 3-Way (The Golden Rule)