Game Over: Bowser's Final Victory (over Peach)
Foreword: I like to think of this story as my idea of what happens when you get a "Game Over" in Super Mario Bros., to put it lightly. ;)
I know there are already some great Bowser/Peach stories out there, but I thought I'd add my interpretation to the library. Mine may not be as physically rough as others', but I focused more on the emotional roughness rather than physical.
If anyone likes this one, I am planning on re-writing the same plotline (with the same outcome ;) ) from Peach's point of view. Hope you enjoy!
It symbolized the catastrophic end of the war between the Mushroom Kingdom and Bowser's troops, a war of good versus evil. Bowser had planned a massive surprise attack on the Mushroom Palace while the mushroom people were vunerable -- on the day of the wedding between Mario and Princess "Peach" Toadstool. The attack took place just moments before the ceremony was about to commence. During the raid, the plumbers held out against the koopas much longer than the rest of the guards, but, despite their courage, were soon overwhelmed by the flood of enemies, and were taken prisoner. Peach had immediately fled to her chambers. According to plan, after resistance had been eliminated, the final objective was left to Bowser...
The invincible King of Koopas stomped into the throneroom -- which now belonged to him -- and slammed the double doors behind him, locking them. He turned and proceeded across the empty royal hall to the door of the Princess's quarters. The small door was bolted, of course. With one angry fist, he broke the wooden door off its hinges, and it fell to the floor with a clatter. "Pathetic," he thought to himself. A startled feminine scream came from the room. Bowser stepped through the door and glanced quickly around. To his left, in the far corner of the room stood Princess Peach with her white-gloved hand over her mouth in a expression of shock. Bowser was just slightly disappointed to note that she apparently had time to change from her wedding dress into her usual flowing, pink gown, but this was the one he had always imagined her in, anyway.
"The war's over, Princess," sneered Bowser, "I win." His eyes glared with evil as he revealed a sharp-toothed grin.
He was Bowser: the new King of the kingdom, come to claim his prize.
"Mario!" she called in terror. In a desperate escape, Peach bolted across the room towards a second door that stood on the opposite wall, the washroom. Bowser dove at her with a roar, tackling her. Her crown
clattered to the floor.
"Mario?" he chuckled, "He can't help you anymore, my lovely --" with his long, wet tongue, he licked the side of her face, "-- tasty princess." As he held her to the floor, his gaze went down her curvy, robust figure, and he licked his lips, enjoying vile thoughts. As Peach began to pull away again, Bowser drew her against his thick body, pressing his mouth against hers, kissing her roughly. She uttered a muffled squeal of protest, but he didn't care, sliding his wriggling tongue inside her mouth. She pushed against him with her small arms and bit his tongue, and to her horror found that even that was thick and unyielding. He wouldn't budge. In fact, it became clear that her protests were exactly what he fed on. He pulled away from her, pausing to grin evilly again.
He lifted the skirt of her dress, revealing her long, slender legs and her white silk panties. Though she held her thighs firmly together, he reached his huge hand in and easily seperated them, sliding the hand up between her soft thighs. With his thumb towards her front and his fingers under her round butt, he clamped his huge, strong hand on her covered crotch, feeling the innocent white silk. "Don't worry, Peach, I'm not going to hurt you," he assured her, "much." He squeezed hard just to show her his delight, and watched her wince. She began to beat on him with her fists and yelled her protests: "Ungh! Get your hands off me! No!! Oh please, no!!!"
Bowser laughed heartily. He was tired of waiting. He pulled her up from the floor until her legs dangled helplessly, kicking her feet until her high-heeled slippers fell off. "No, let me go!" screamed Peach. Bowser was getting more impatient every second, fighting her flailing limbs.
She screamed again as, in a burst of excitement, he began quickly tearing away the blouse of her dress, then pulled off what was left of the gown, letting it fall to the floor. Underneath, she wore a pink corset, which he admired for only a second before reaching around her with both hands and ripping it off, letting her voluptuous breasts spring out as the torn corset joined the dress on the floor.
He slung her body over one broad shoulder and carried her to the canopied bed in the middle of the room. He slammed her down on the bed. She landed on her back and he pounced on top of her. He grabbed a breast in each hand and began squeezing. She groaned in discomfort as he greedily twisted and pinched at her protruding nipples. She was a handful even for his huge hands.
Bowser paused to look at the barely covered princess who lay squirming underneath him, exhibiting only her lacy, sexy bikini-strap panties. He slid his humongous, erect penis out from his shell and oriented himself into an inverted position with his crotch at her face. He placed his penis on her bright pink lips and began to push. As it slid into her mouth, she bit it in protest. "Oh yeah, Princess, that's it..." he moaned, so she stopped biting. He leaned over her body with his face literally in her crotch.
"You have no idea how long I've waited to do this," he taunted her.
Before continuing, the horny King wanted to explore. Breathing heavily with increased arousal, he slid his huge hands underneath her firm little silk-covered ass and wrapped his fingers around each buttcheek, pressing his fingertips into her crack. After he had given her a squeeze, he ran his hands up her lower back, and then back towards her ass, this time slipping his fingers under her panties, pushing them up as he slid in. He groped her bare ass roughly with both hands, before clamping down on each cheek again and spreading them apart. He rubbed a finger up and down her crack, and then played with her hole. He jabbed the finger inside her and felt her from within. After a minute of playing with her ass, he finally grabbed her panties and easily snapped them off, revealing the reward he had been fighting this entire war for. His cock nearly doubled in size in Peach's mouth. A low growl eminated from his lips as he stared with his mouth watering. The same growl found its way even to other parts of the castle, giving those who heard it -- both royal servants and Bowser's baddies -- an ominous clue of the evil deed which was occuring inside the Princess' chambers... especially after their ears had already been treated to the Princess's terrified cries for help and begs for release.
As the growl faded away into echoes, Bowser lowered his face closer towards her sweet, shaven pussy. He pulled her long legs up against her sides, finally pinning her where her limbs couldn't get in his way, and opening her pussy up for him to enjoy. First, he gave it a big, playful wet kiss, to which she replied with a startled grunt of disapproval. "Mmmphh!" Then he started sliding his unnaturally long tongue from her belly, up and over her pussy, until it wriggled around near her anus, then brought it back down across her again. He slowly tasted her like this over and over, up and down, until he could feel her body trembling furiously from the sensation, whether it was wanted or not. Once he thought he had teased her enough, he placed the tip of his tongue at her opening, and shoved it inside. He forced it deep inside her until it could go no further, then tasted her again on the way out. The princess, with her mouth still full of Bowser's cock, let out a long moan as his tongue started thrusting inside her again. Bowser responded to her with a moan of delighted, evil pleasure, and began to excitedly thrust his cock in and out between her supple lips, at the same time giving her pussy the same rough treatment with his tongue, harder and faster until she was bouncing and rocking back and forth on the bed with him on top of her. He saw her hands grasp for something to steady herself, but in vain as he continued to violate her. Hot steamy puffs of breath from his mouth and nostrils poured over the soft sensitive skin of her pussy, her thighs, and across her butthole.
He was Bowser: now, more than ever, the obvious King of defilement and stolen pleasure.
After an eternity, the king of bad brought the rough tonguing, bouncing and rocking to a slowdown, until he came to a rest, and stopped to catch his breath. Almost reluctant to remove himself, he retracted his tongue, and lifted his penis out of Peach's mouth, taking pride in seeing it in its fully erect glory. He leaned down closer to her ear. "You thought my tongue was bad?" he whispered to her. "Wait until you feel this sexy rod." He stole a playful lap at her breasts with his tongue.
Peach's breasts rose up and down as she panted for air, sweaty and exhausted. Meanwhile, Bowser was concentrating on quickly re-orienting his waist between her legs. He lined up his enormous shaft at her pussy and let it leak warmly down her skin as he paused. He began to push it in very slowly and listened to her groan. He leaned over her, looked into her eyes, and began to harrass her as he started raping her.
"I want you to screammm for help, Princessss," he hissed, then took a breath. The head of his cock was still entering her hole. "I want you to beg me to stop, my precious Peach..." The cock pushed in further, but it was slow going. She was even tighter than he expected -- a pleasant surprise. He started sucking her breasts for the first time. As big as each one was, his mouth was still big enough to fit one inside and wrap his tongue around it. He paused again to speak. "I've told you so many times that it be worse if you resisted... but I am so glad that you did!" He smiled up at her, as her face turned red with humiliation, agony, and anguish. "Game over, Peach," he said as flames seemed to grow in his eyes. He took a deep breath, then, as he suddenly began to shove his cock deep into her pussy. She threw her head back and shrieked as he growled evilly, "You're fucked!!!" ramming it in as deep as it would go until it came to a stop. He listened to her sexy shriek trail off and was deeply satisfied. His engines were revving.
He pulled back out and slammed her again, so hard that they slid further up the bed, then slammed her pussy again, then again, each time faster and faster -- inhaling a thundering breath with each retreat, growling with each thrust, sometimes hissing obscenities at her, whatever he thought would get the most screams or reaction.
If anyone had been near enough to the room, they would've heard the creaking and squeaking of the bed, and Bowser's passionate growling: "Grrr!! *pant* Growwrr!!! *pant* Growwwwrrrrrr!!!" And the growls would have barely drowned out Peach's shrieks of terror.
Once he got bored with that position, he forced her into another. Without pulling himself out, he fell onto his back and pulled her into a
straddling position on top of his waist, holding her by her soft thighs and lifting her up and down on his cock. She steadied herself, placing her hands on his chest, breathing heavily as he forced her to ride him. He looked up into her eyes with that same evil smile, except now he was was panting heavily. "Oh yeahhh!" he continued to taunt her. The sensation of her full weight on his cock was becoming unbearable; he could suddenly feel his climax coming. In an excited panic, he sprang up and pounced on top of her again, grabbing her hips with both hands to bang her as hard as possible. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feeling. "Mmmmmmm," he moaned, feeling it coming closer and closer, until he couldn't hold it any longer. Bowser threw his head back in a thundering roar of flame poured from his mouth and blackened the ceiling, as he came inside her like a fountain, gushing inside her. His cock became so hard that it lifted Peach's body off the bed with its strength. She let out an
ear-splitting scream, not out of pain or agony, but sheer desperation and defeat.
Bowser was speechless, huffing to catch his breath. Finally, he lay down on top of her and started kissing her roughly, and carressing her body with his invading hands. But she no longer fought him. He had won. The unspeakable had finally happened. Bowser had seized by force what he always desired, and from the looks of it, he would have it for a long time to come.