A/N: A weird little thing that got stuck in my head for way too long. This came out of the fact that Peach should be more than powerful enough to escape her kidnapping on her own and the multiple hints that Peach is Bowser Jr's mother and her never once denying it.
It's an SI Bowser/Peach smut btw. Surprisingly wholesome. You have been warned.
Waking up as a 10-foot-tall 1600-pound turtle monster is a weird experience. I look into the mirror and see Bowser staring back at me. It's still not the strangest thing that ever happened to me but it's up there.
"You are one ugly ass motherfucker," I tell Bowser's reflection with a chuckle.
I don't know how but apparently, I've been isekai-ed into the world of Super Mario and as the big bad no less. What's worse is it's during one of Bowser's many attempts to take over the Mushroom Kingdom, meaning Princess Peach is currently locked in a cage in my basement.
I walk down to the basement, still getting used to the extra bulk, and see the Princess for the first time. She is stunningly beautiful and I am surprised that any video game character can look so real. She is wearing a simple pink dress and is staring at me with boredom in her eyes.
I stare back at her and she stares back at me, neither of us saying anything for a few minutes. Eventually, I break the silence.
"You know, I have always wondered. I've seen you cast magic that would put all the Skills and Power-Ups Mario usually gets on his adventure to shame. You clearly have enough power to free yourself. How come you always wait to be rescued?"
Peach blinks in surprise, not having expected the question.
"That is none of your concern," she answers with a blush, looking away from me.
"Come on, I am a bit bored, so humor me a bit. I bet you're bored too. What else are we going to do in this cage while we wait for Mario to show up? We might as well talk," I say.
Peach thinks it over before sighing.
"Alright, but only if you answer a question of mine afterward."
"Deal," I nod.
"I guess it's because... I wanted a break. Ruling an entire Kingdom by yourself isn't easy. All the paperwork, the politics, the responsibility. I've been doing it for decades and I never had the chance to rest. The few times I get to do nothing and relax is when I'm captured... It's kind of nice," Peach explains, looking a bit embarrassed.
"So... You just want a break?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, I totally get you." I have been Bowser for only a few days and I can tell, doing this whole ruling thing is exhausting. If I had the choice, I would rather go back to being a simple shut-in who doesn't have to worry about anything.
"So, what is your question?" I ask.
"Why are you doing this? Why are you taking over the Mushroom Kingdom? Do you even want to?" Peach asks, looking deep into my eyes.
"..." I think about it for a second. Why am I doing this?
"Honestly, I have no fucking clue," I eventually answer. Not even the original Bowser knows, from what I gathered from his memories. He had been doing this for years and was only going through the motions. "I think I was just going with the flow. It's what everyone expects from me. What else would I do?"
"..." Peach stares at me for a few more seconds before nodding, accepting the answer.
"My turn. I've always wanted to know, are you and Mario a thing?"
"What? No! He is like a brother to me!" Peach answers in a rush. "We practically grew up together."
"Huh... I would have thought you'd developed a crush on him for all the time he saved you or something. That's kind of how the stories go."
"It's not like I haven't thought about it. I just... can't see him that way. Does that make sense?"
"Yeah. Some people are just not meant to be a couple, even if the story wants it," I answer. I know a few girls who people would consider to be beautiful but had never attracted me that way.
We talked for a while longer. Peach turns out to be a surprisingly interesting person. I had no idea what to expect from her, but she was different from what I imagined.
After a few more minutes, I remembered something and opened her cage.
"You're letting me go?" Peach asked, blinking in surprise.
"If you want to but you already said this is kind of your break from ruling so I doubt you'll run. It makes this whole prison thing kind of useless."
Peach chuckles.
"I guess you're right," she says and leaves the cage.
"Do you want something to eat? It should be dinner soon and the Koopa cook is surprisingly good," I offer.
"Sure."
A few hours later the Princess and I are eating together and chatting like old friends. We talk about various things from our childhoods to our hobbies to the trouble that comes with ruling a kingdom. It is surprisingly easy to talk to her. She is smart, witty, and fun to be around. Before I know it, hours have passed and it is late at night.
"I think I'll call it a day," I say and stand up from the table. "I'll have the Koopa prepare a room for you. I'm sure you are tired too."
"Oh, okay," Peach replies and also stands up. It almost sounded like she was disappointed but that must have been my tired mind playing tricks on me.
"You know, we never did have the chance to sit down and just talk like this before. I've had a really good time," Peach suddenly says.
"Same here," I reply and smile at her.
"Then maybe... we can do this again sometime? You're surprisingly not a bad guy to talk to, for a turtle monster," Peach says with a chuckle.
I chuckle, "Well, thank you for the compliment, Princess. And sure, I'd love to do this again."
"Then I guess... until next time?" Peach says, a little awkwardly.
"Yeah," I nod and start walking towards my room.
-Line Break-
A few days later, Princess Peach is sitting on my shell while I bask under the mid-afternoon sun. She decided to make that her seat after finding me sunbathing instead of talking with her.
"I'm bored!..." she complains for the tenth time today, kicking my shell with her dainty feet.
"You can always go read a book or something, you know?" I say with a sigh.
"Books are boring. I deal with enough paper during work. I don't want it during my break too."
I roll my eyes.
"Stop being a lazy bum and do something with me," she continues to complain.
"Fine. How about a game?" I suggest.
"Yes! That's the spirit!" Peach cheers and slides off my back.
I stand up and start stretching.
"Have you heard of Truth or Dare? We could play that." I tell her. I can't think of anything else we can do at the moment since we don't have any equipment.
"What is Truth or Dare?"
"Exactly as it sounds. We take turns picking Truth or Dare, then the other person asks us a question we have to answer or dares us to do something that we have to do. If we fail... Well, I guess we'll come up with a punishment later."
"Sounds fun," Peach agrees with a smile.
"Truth or Dare, Princess," I ask her.
"I'll start with Truth."
"Boring."
"Shut up. Truth," she insists.
"Alright," I agree. "What is your favorite color?"
"Are you serious?" she asks with a flat stare.
"We just started. There is no need to jump straight into all the "fun" questions," I explain with a grin.
Peach shakes her head with a chuckle.
"Fine. My favorite color is pink."
"Figured."
"Shut up. Truth or dare," Peach asks.
"Truth," I answer.
"Ha! And you were calling me boring," she taunts me.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Ask your question."
"Have you ever kissed someone?"
"Yeah," I answer without hesitation.
"Really?" Peach asks with a raised eyebrow.
"What, do you think I'm a virgin or something?" I ask.
"Yeah. You're a big scary monster who kidnaps princesses and rules an empire filled with lava. That doesn't exactly scream romantic."
"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I'm not a virgin," I respond with a grin.
"Who did you even kiss? A toad girl?" Peach asks teasingly.
"Nope. Besides, it's my turn. Truth or Dare?"
"Ugh, truth," she responds.
"Are you a virgin?"
Peach blushes bright red.
"That's... none of your business."
"That's not how the game works," I tell her with a smirk.
"Ugh, fine. Yes, I am a virgin."
"Interesting."
"Shut up! It's my turn. Truth or dare?"
"Dare," I say with a smirk, knowing she was going to ask about my earlier state of not being a virgin.
Peach grumbles under her breath, thinking of a good dare.
"I dare you... to give me a piggyback ride!" she shouts.
I snort.
"That's it?"
"I couldn't think of anything good!"
I shake my head with a smile and squat down.
"Alright, get on."
Peach gets on my shell and giggles.
"Onward, steed!"
"You are way too excited about this," I tell her.
"Hey, don't ruin my fun," Peach whines.
I shrug.
"Whatever you say."
The Princess and I continue playing for a while longer. We mostly ask questions and dares for good fun but there were a few times when we would ask a bit more personal questions and do more risqué dares. However, it never went beyond a little flirting and a bit of innocent skinship.
Eventually, Peach and I ended up on the beach, watching the sunset. She is sitting on my lap and leaning against my chest.
"It's getting late. You should probably get back to your room soon," I tell her.
"I don't want to," she pouts.
"You're such a kid," I tell her.
"No, I'm not. I'm an adult. I'm the ruler of a Kingdom, remember?"
"Could have fooled me," I joke.
Peach elbows me lightly.
"You're mean."
"Sorry," I apologize.
"Apology not accepted. Let's do one more round instead. Truth or Dare."
"Dare," I answer.
"Kiss me," Peach said, turning around to face me.
"Wait, what?" I ask in surprise.
"Kiss me," Peach repeats herself.
I stare at her and she looks back, waiting patiently.
"Are you serious?"
"Yes."
"In case you haven't noticed, I'm a giant turtle monster. My face is basically a wall of teeth," I point out.
"I don't care. You said you kissed someone before. I want to know what it's like so shut up and kiss me already," she orders.
I blink in surprise.
"Okay."
I lean forward and gently press my lips against hers. Her eyes widen for a moment before closing, her hands resting on my chest. She is soft and warm, and the scent of flowers fills my nostrils. The kiss is light and sweet, nothing like the passionate ones I experienced with my ex. Still, it is nice.
When we pull apart, Peach is blushing bright red.
"How was that?" I ask.
"I thought it would be better," she mutters.
"Excuse me?"
"People always talk about how good kissing feels. I thought it would be different... I guess I was expecting too much," she explains.
"So, you're saying I didn't do a good job?" I ask, taking it as a personal challenge.
"What? No- Hmph-"
Before she can say anything else, I cut her off with another kiss. This time, I push forward, my tongue invading her mouth. Peach lets out a muffled yelp but doesn't push me away. Instead, she begins to kiss me back, responding to my every move. Soon, our tongues are dancing together, the taste of her filling my senses. She moans into my mouth as we continue to make out, her hands clutching tightly at my shell.
When we finally pull apart, Peach is panting heavily, her cheeks flushed and her pupils dilated.
"Wow..." she whispers, her voice breathy.
"I hope that was better," I tease her.
"Y-yeah... It was."
We stare at each other for a few moments, neither of us knowing what to say. I got lost in the moment there. I didn't intend to go this far.
Eventually, I clear my throat and speak.
"Well, I think we should head back."
"Yeah," Peach agrees, getting up and dusting herself off.
I get up and lead her back towards the castle. Once inside, I expected her to head to her room but she didn't. Instead, she followed me.
"Is there anything you need?" I ask.
She blushes, "Not exactly."
I raise an eyebrow, confused.
"I was wondering... If maybe... You could kiss me again?" she asks shyly.
I blink in surprise.
"Are you serious?"
"Um, yes? Unless... you don't want to," Peach says, sounding disappointed.
"No, it's not that. I... you know what, fuck it."
I pull her close and kiss her deeply. Peach lets out a gasp before returning the kiss, wrapping her arms around my neck. Our tongues intertwine, and I can feel her body pressed against mine.
As we are kissing, I pull her inside my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I pick her up and carry her over to the bed. We break the kiss and I toss her onto the bed.
"Oh, you are so going to get it now," I growl.
"Promise?" Peach asks with a grin.
I answer by ripping her dress off of her before "attacking" her, peppering her neck with kisses. Peach giggles, her arms wrapped around my neck as she pulls me close. I continue to kiss and nibble her neck, making my way down her collarbone and towards her cleavage. It's a bit awkward with me being almost twice her size but that doesn't stop me.
Peach moans as I reach her breasts, being careful not to let my claw hurt her. I use one of my hands to fondle her breast, squeezing and kneading her flesh while I lick and suck her other nipple. Peach arches her back, her breathing becoming ragged.
"Ahh... Bowser," she gasps.
"Hmmm? Do you like that?" I murmur against her skin.
"Y-yes... Please... don't stop," she pleads.
"I wasn't planning to," I reply, nipping at her sensitive nubs.
My free hand slowly travels down her stomach, making its way to her womanhood. I slide my finger across her panties, feeling the dampness.
"Looks like someone's excited," I comment.
"S-shut up," Peach stutters.
"Make me," I challenge her, my fingers slipping under her underwear and teasing her entrance.
Peach pulls me into a kiss, trying to silence me. As we make out, I rub along her slit, causing her to shiver in pleasure. Eventually, I find her entrance and begin pushing a finger in. My finger alone is the size of an average man's member. However, her arousal is enough to help my finger slip in easily.
Peach's breath hitches as I slowly push my digit into her. I gently rock my finger back and forth, curling it a bit inside her.
"Nnn... Bows-er..." Peach moans.
"How does it feel, Princess?" I ask her, nipping her ear.
"It's... weird... Ahh!" she gasps.
"Is that bad or good?"
"Good... please, keep going," she pleads.
"Of course," I comply, slowly thrusting my finger in and out of her.
Peach moans and squirms, her legs trembling as I continue to finger her. After a few minutes, I pull my finger out and stick it into my mouth. I make a show of licking her juices off my claw.
"Mmmm, delicious," I growl.
Peach stares at me, her face flushed and her breathing heavy.
"Bowser..." she whimpers.
"Hmm?"
"Please... Fuck me," she begs.
"If you insist," I say with a grin.
Monster turtle's biology is weird. Usually, my dick is hidden within my body. However, it can come out when needed. So, when the Princess asked, my penis was quick to answer.
I pull down her underwear, revealing her wet pussy. Her arousal is dripping from her lower lips. I line up the tip of my cock with her entrance, rubbing the tip up and down her slit to lubricate it with her juice.
Peach stares wide eyes at the massive length, just now how big I really am. At full mast, it stands about twice as thick and long as my finger. It has ridges and bumps all along the length.
"Bowser... There's no way that will fit," she gasps.
"Just relax. I'll go slow," I assure her, pressing the tip against her opening.
Peach takes a deep breath and tries to relax. I start pushing into her. She hisses as the head stretches her open. It's a tight fit but eventually, the head slips inside.
"Nngghhh..." she grunts, her hands gripping the sheets tightly.
"Does it hurt? Should I stop?" I ask her.
"N-no... Keep going," she answers before adding, "It doesn't hurt, it just... god, I never thought I would have something so big inside me."
"If you're sure," I say.
I continue to push forward, slowly working my way deeper into her. She groans and pants as her inner walls are forced apart by my girth.
"B-Bowser..." she whimpers as her nails dig into the bed.
"Yes?"
"You can go faster... I can take it," she assures me.
"Okay," I agree and all but slam the rest of my shaft into her.
"AAAAHHH!" Peach screams, her back arching off the bed.
Her eyes roll back and her toes curl as her pussy spasms around my cock.
"Did you just...?" I ask but she doesn't respond, her whole body quivering in pleasure.
"Damn," I mutter, surprised. This is the first time I made someone orgasm from just entering them.
It takes a few minutes for Peach to come back to her senses. She looks at me, embarrassed.
"S-sorry," she mumbles.
"It's fine," I tell her.
"It's just... you're so much bigger than my toys," she admits.
"Your toys? You mean..."
It takes a moment for Peach to realize what she just said. Her face turns beet red and she covers it with her hands.
"Don't judge me," she whines.
I chuckle and lean down, picking her up.
"I wouldn't dream of it," I assure her, laying her down on top of me as I sit on the bed. I'm afraid I might hurt her if I'm the one to set the pace so this is a better option.
"You can go again, right?" I ask.
"Y-yes, I can," she confirms. She places her hands on my chest and lifts her hips up before dropping herself back down, my length sliding out before plunging back into her depths.
"Mmmm," she moans as her pussy swallows up my cock.
She starts off slowly, working herself up to a steady pace. I grab her ass, helping her move her hips while groping her. Peach leans forward, resting her head against my chest. She lets out little mewls of pleasure, her breath hot against my shell.
As she rides me, I can feel her tighten her muscles, clamping down on my length, the ridges on my shaft rubbing against her inner walls, stimulating her.
"Bowser... ah, Bowser, you feel so good... Ah, ah, ah!" she moans.
"Keep going. You're doing great," I encourage her.
She starts to bounce harder, the sound of her ass slapping against my thighs filling the room. Her breasts bounce wildly with each movement, and her cries of ecstasy increase in volume.
"Oooh, Bows-er! Mmmm! I'm getting close!"
"Me too," I grunt.
"Inside. Come inside," Peach orders.
I growl and squeeze her ass tightly as I start to feel my climax approaching. My cock throbs, ready to burst. Peach lets out a cry as her own orgasm hits, her body shuddering as her walls squeeze me tightly. That's enough to push me over the edge. I lurch up and bury myself balls deep inside her as my cock pulses and unloads into her waiting womb. I hold her trembling body against my chest as I empty my load into her.
After what feels like hours, our orgasms subside. I pull Peach off my shaft and place her on the bed. She's breathing hard, her eyes glazed over. The sight of my cum oozing out of her used pussy sends a surge of pride through me.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah... Just give me a minute," she answers, her voice shaky.
I lay down next to her, watching her chest rise and fall as she tries to catch her breath. Eventually, she sits up and looks at me.
"That was... Wow," she says with a weak laugh before mumbling in a low voice, "I don't think my toys can satisfy me anymore..."
I don't think I was meant to hear that last part so I elect to ignore it.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it," I tell her.
She nods, biting her lip. She looks at my still erect member and then at me.
"I want more," she says, surprising me.
"Right now?"
"Yes. Right now," she says.
"Are you sure?" I ask, unsure.
"Bowser, if you don't fuck me right now, I will tie you to the bed and ride you until morning," she threatens.
"If you insist," I chuckle.
I get up and flip her over, placing her on her hands and knees. I position my cock against her slit and thrust in, making her gasp.
We make love well into the night, switching positions and going for multiple rounds. I lost count of how many times I came in her but by the end of it, her stomach was bulging from the sheer volume. We fell asleep in each other's arms, completely spent.
The next morning, we had to scramble to hide any evidence of our activities because Mario "decided" that was the day he was coming to rescue her. I was able to delay him enough for Peach to clean herself up and put on another dress before he barged in.
By the end of it, I took a swim in lava while Mario and Peach "escaped". As I watch them leave, I can't help but wonder if this was a one-night stand in a moment of passion or the beginning of something more.
Well, guess we'll find out.
-Line Break-
A few months later, I received a "call" from Peach in the form of a magic mirror carried to me by a bird.
"Bowser! I need you to kidnap me again, now!" Peach demands.
"Excuse me?"
"There's no time! Just get over here and kidnap me before Mario gets here," she orders.
"Is there something wrong?" I ask.
"I'm pregnant. I don't think I can hide my growing belly much longer," she says.
"Oh... OH! Okay, give me a few hours," I tell her.
"Please hurry."
I send the mirror away and immediately start preparing.
-Line Break-
"And that, Kids, was how I met your mother," I finish explaining, closing the book.
"Ew! Gross! I didn't need to know that!" Bowser Jr. cringes.
"We did not need to know that much details!" Bowsette protests.
I chuckle, "Well, you asked, so I answered. Now let's go see if dinner is ready."
"Yes, please! I'm starving!" Bowser Jr. shouts, dashing off to the dining hall.
Bowsette rolls her eyes before heading off, following her older brother.
I stare at the picture of Peach and smile, wondering how the Princess is doing. At this point, I think the only person who doesn't know all my "kidnapping" of Peach is just an excuse for us to hang out together is Mario. The poor plumber is still in denial about his Princess dating his arch-enemy.