Another Turn in a Turtle's Tale
I was grossly distubed by the lack of gay porn stories there are out there involving Bowser, so I recently took it upon myself to write one of my own up. Story idea and title vaguely inspired by a certain RP with my good friend Taiko.
Bowser is copyrighted to Nintendo. Though I'm sure they wouldn't be petty enough to sue a penniless furry like me. ^^;
Warning: Contains gay vine-rape, cock-stuffing, and mild testicle growth. If offended by such content, please run away screaming now.
Another Turn in a Turtle's Tale
It was another typical day in the Mushroom Kingdom...already well past noon as Boswer, the koopa king himself lay fast asleep in his massive king-sized bed, filling the room with his loud, sawmill snores. Unfortunately for the large terrapin king his peaceful rest was not meant to last as a rather pesky ray of sunlight streamed in through his window, shining directly into his eyes and disturbing his slumber. Growling softly to himself, the large male muttered a few curses under his breath, rolling onto his side and squinting his eyes shut before finally relenting and rising up from his bed, a wide, fangy yawn escaping his lips.
He was vaguely aware of a faint stirring in his loins, likely having acquired a bit of morning wood during the night, but he ignored it for the time being, letting the soft satin sheets from his bed fall off of his nude body. It wasn't uncommon for the koopa king to sleep naked. After all, it wasn't as if he had to be worried by being caught by anyone. All of his children had already left the castle to pursue their own lives. Even his beloved Junior had grown into a fine young man and had left the castle. Yep. These days it was just Bowser and the few minions and other servants he kept around the castle.
The koopa king cracked his neck slightly, reaching down with one clawed hand to scratch idly at his rump before drowsily making his way into his bathroom, grunting softly to himself as he went. He splashed a bit of cold water from the sink onto his face before grabbing a toothbrush and polishing his fangs to their typical pearly white (after all, even evil kings had to look good), making his way over to the full-sized mirror to examine himself. Though he was getting on towards his upper-middle years, age had been remarkably good to the koopa king. He was every bit as fit as he had been in his younger years. Strong, and muscular, his gut was a bit large, as always, mostly due to his somewhat junky diet of meats and other fatty foods, but it was still firm to the touch. Indeed, while the koopa might have been heavy-set there was not an ounce of flab on him, and Bowser was rather pleased that he had managed to keep himself in shape, even during his middle years.
The koopa let off another soft sigh. The stirring in his loins still hadn't gone away completely. He reached down to scratch a bit at his inner thighs, eyes wandering down to the semi-flaccid shaft hanging between his legs, just below his somewhat rounded stomach. "Bowser, m'boy, you need to get laid..." He muttered to himself, a faintly rueful smirk crossing his face as he remembered his younger days chasing after Princess Peach. These days he tended to leave her alone, mainly due to repeated failures and the fact that kidnapping her tended to incur the wrath of certain pair of pesky, hammer-wielding plumbers. Though he and the lovely princess had had their share of romps over the years (something said princess would likely never admit to despite the numerous rumors...she had a reputation to keep up after all), those days were long behind him. The koopa king was retired, so to speak. These days he was content to just live a life of luxury peacefully in his castle. After all, he was wealthy enough to afford just about anything his heart could desire, and he still had a band of loyal minions more then willing to cater to his every whim.
Of course, none of that would help him get laid. Bowser wasn't about to shell out money for some cheap whore, and while some of his minions might not have minded pleasuring him, he too had a reputation to keep up. After all, the koopa still had his pride, and it would damage his image significantly if it got out that the once studly king was now having trouble getting some.
He sighed once more as he made his way into his large shower, a separate room having been built especially for it. The white-tiled room was more then large enough to hold the koopa king with plenty of space left over. After all, the king wasn't one to skimp on luxuries. And he enjoyed a nice hot shower just as much as the next person. He turned on the water, growling contentedly as a steady stream of steaming hot water cascaded down over his body, washing down over his smooth tan and yellow scales. He massaged a bit of soap into his body, working it into a thick lather and rinsing himself off before setting about shampooing his flame-red mane. Once he was finished cleaning off his attention was once again drawn down between his legs. His morning wood still had yet to go away completely, and it seemed the hot shower was causing his member to rise up and stiffen once more.
"Guess I'd might as well rub one off..." The koopa muttered to himself, reaching down between his legs, gripping the base of his thick, yellow colored shaft and slowly stroking along its length as he made his way up to the mushroom-shaped head. A low growl of pleasure escaped his lips at the warm surge of pleasure that resulted, his member springing to attention almost immediately, the warm rod of flesh rising up to fill the other's grip and hardening as it pulsed in his grasp. Bower was quite well-endowed, if he did say so himself, and why wouldn't he be? He was a big guy...so it only made sense that he'd be big down there as well. Fully erect his shaft stood proud at about 20 inches in length, possessing a steady girth of about three inches wide all the way from the mushroom-shaped head down to the base. It was his pride and joy, so to speak. More then large enough to make both the ladies and the men squirm in pleasure as he pounded them.
Yes, the koopa liked men as well. It was another closely guarded secret of his...one he feared might ruin him if it ever got out. Still...Bowser couldn't help but give in to his dirtier pleasures every now and then. And the wrath of the koopa king was normally enough to keep any males he slept with silent about their little romp in bed.
A contented grin spread across the koopa's muzzle as he continued to stroke himself off, squeezing his length a bit more firmly as he pumped it from base to shaft in a slow, deliberate manner, teasing himself. A bit of musky precum began to leak from the mushroom-shaped head of the king's throbbing shaft, and he was all too quick to slather the slick fluid along his length, lubing it up nicely and allowing his hand to slide along the sensitive flesh without having to worry about any annoying chafing later. His grin continued to spread as he pumped himself a bit harder, feeling his lust and pleasure building as a heated growl escaped his lips.
He reached down with his free hand, caressing his large, orange-sized testicles as he continued to pump at his shaft with the other. He could feel the cum-filled orbs churning with his seed as his arousal continued to build. Just this, however, wouldn't be enough to satisfy him. As he rubbed at his balls, the koopa's middle finger would reach a bit further, past his taint as he rubbed the tip gently over that tight orifice just beneath his spiked tail. This was yet another hidden, dark desire of the koopa's. Even if word got out that he liked men, no one would have ever guessed that the king enjoyed anal stimulation as well. Not that Boswer would ever be caught lifting his tail for someone. This was a strictly private pleasure...indulged in only when he was alone and was sure no one else was watching. True, part of the koopa wondered what it would feel like to have an actual cock up there...but it was a desire he never allowed himself to humor, for the king was far too proud to willingly submit to another male.
Alone as he was now, however, it was quite the moot point. The koopa growled softy in pleasure as he felt his tight entrance wince slightly at his touch, slowly but surely working the fat digit into his body, moaning out audibly as he felt his tailhole flexing open to allow it to slide deep into his body. He curled the finger inside of himself, finding his prostate and pressing down firmly against the smooth, sensitive gland, moaning out once more as a surge of erogenous pleasure coursed over his body, shaft bucking in his grasp as a few ropes of precum shot from the tip.
No longer able to contain his lust, Bowser continued to firmly pump at his shaft with one claw while fingering himself with the other, adding another digit to his tailhole as he pumped them in and out roughly. He growled deeply as his innards clenched down around those two digits, shaft bucking in his grasp. It wouldn't be long now. Not moments later, a familiar, white rush of bliss washed over the koopa's form, a loud, feral sounding roar escaping his lips as his shaft bucked violently between his legs, the tip bursting like a geyser as he shot off several thick ropes of his hot, musky seed. He gave the base of his shaft a tight squeeze, temporarily cutting off the flow before releasing the grip and letting the rest explode from his shaft. The koopa produced nearly two liters of thick, white semen before his orgasm finally waned, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he withdrew his fingers from his rear and released his shaft. He still felt a bit horny...but at least he had managed to get one off. He watched with a strange amount of satisfaction as he watched his seed drain from the shower and into the sewers below.
Meanwhile, underneath Bowser's castle, something else was beginning to stir. The sewers of Mushroom Kingdom, once the preferred route of travel of a certain pair of mustached plumbers, had not been ventured into for quite some time. Undisturbed by outside intruders, a certain, 'unique' species of Piranha Plant had been allowed to grow and develop. And now said plant seemed to be attracted to a certain flow of musky white liquid coming from the pipes winding beneath the koopa king's abode. The creature's vines quickly absorbed the fluid...but it wasn't nearly enough to satisfy its cravings. Slowly, it began to work its vines up through the waterworks beneath the stone fort, hoping to locate the individual that had produced the seed and harvest more if possible.
While this was going on, Bowser had turned his back on the drain, having shut off the shower for the time being, unaware of the several thick vines that had lifted up the grating and were now inching their way towards him. He gasped quite sharply as something wrapped around his left ankle, giving it a sharp tug and causing him to slip on the slick, wet tile of the shower floor, lights flashing before his eyes as he landed chin first. Recovering quickly from the sudden fall, the koopa king snarled in anger, intending to whirl around on his attacker, only to have more vines reach out towards him from the drains, quickly restraining his wrists and ankles.
"W-what...what the hell is this?!" The king demanded as he continued to struggle fruitlessly against the vines, unable to break free despite his brute strength as they held him fast and began to lift his body into the air. Several smaller vines began to work their way up through the pipes, these ones equipped with the small, red and white spoted, flower-like heads common to those of your average garden variety Piranha Plant, "W-whoa...hey...!" Bowser grunted in protest as the tiny flowers latched on gently to his nipples, small tongues teasingly lap over the sensitive nubs. The koopa found himself moaning in spite of it all, his member slowly beginning to harden once more from the stimulation to his nipples. The vines were quick to capitalize on this opportunity as one more lashed out to seal its lips around the head of the koopa's shaft, sucking and lapping upon it firmly.
Bowser blushed quite indignantly, struggling at the unwanted attention to his shaft...not that he could deny the fact that it felt quite good. He moaned and growled in protest, squirming uselessly in the vine's grasp as yet another reached out from the drains, this own positioning its self right between his legs, just beneath his testicles. The koopa gasped as he felt a tiny tongue lapping gently at his tailhole, causing his toes to curl as another involuntary moan of pleasure escaped his lips. He realized with a large amount of shock and a somewhat smaller amount of intrigue that this particular species of Pirahana Plant must had fed on other creature's semen...and that he was now being milked for a meal!
Not that this made his situation any more comforting. The koopa growled angrily as he was teased. He was the one who toyed with others, not the other way around! He continued to struggle somewhat uselessly against the vine's grasp, but to no avail. It appeared there would be no escape for the hapless king. He squirmed every which way, trying to pull himself free. The vines held him fast, however, not allowing their prey to escape. It seemed the king might have very well met his match, so to speak.
As time wore on Boswer's struggles became more and more half-hearted. He could no longer resist the pleasant sensation of the vines lapping gently at his nipples while his cock was sucked and his tailhole teased. He whimpered softly, a sound rather unbefitting of the large koopa, as he felt the tongue of the vine latched around his cockhead dipping gently into the opening of his urethra, lapping up the slick precum leaking from the tip. Meanwhile the one at his rear continued to lick teasingly at his entrance, tiny tongue occasionally probing past his tight anal ring to tickle at his innards as well. None of it was enough to bring the koopa to his peak, however. He realized that the plant was working him up...slowly building him towards an epic climax so it could milk as much seed from his as possible.
A few more moments passed. The vines at his rear withdrew, though the ones at his cock and nipples remained, continuing to suck and lap away. Bowser's eyes widened slightly in as he saw two, larger, and much thicker tentacles rise up from the shower drain, these ones nearly as wide around as his own shaft, each one equipped with a strange, mushroom-shaped head and lined with soft, nubby thorns, giving them an almost phallic appearance. One began to rub gently against the koopa's lips, secreting a thin, syrupy, almost pre-like substance. It was quite sweet to the taste. Probably some form of nectar. Though Bowser wasn't about to given in and just open his mouth to let the vine slide in, keeping his jaw clenched obstinately shut, denying the vine entrance into his maw.
Of course, the plant had ways of making Bowser open his mouth. The second of the two vines weaved its way down between the koopa's legs, gently rubbing against his tailhole as it began to secret the same nectar-like substance, smearing the tight entrance with the slick fluid as it gently began to push its way forward. "W-wait a second." Bowser's eyes widened once more as he realized the plant intended to take his anal virginity. "N-no! Hell no! NOOOO-AGH! Grrrmmph...!" Having accomplished it's goal the vine at Boswer's maw dove its way straight into his open maw, muffling his cries of protest as it pushed its way into the koopa's throat, causing him to gag slightly.
Regaining his composure to some extent, Bowser took in a deep breath and swallowed against the vine in his maw, having no real say in the matter either way. It began to gently thrust its way in and out, leaking a steady flow of the sweet nectar against Bowser's tongue. The koopa let out a muffled grunt as he was force fed the sugary fluid...but as he swallowed it down, a strange, warm sensation began to spread over his body. A sensation of intense arousal washed over his body as he began to relax into the vines' grasp, moaning softly as his rock hard member spurted forth a few more ropes of pre. Clearly the nectar contained some mind-altering drug, fueling the koopa's lust...making him want the erogenous stimulation...making him crave it.
The vine at his rear began to press its way forward once more. This time Bowser made no protests, even as he felt his tailhole slowly stretching its way open around the vine, a deep moan escaping his lips as he felt the mushroom-shaped tip slide inside. There was little to no pain as he was penetrated, the same nectar currently being pumped down his throat also being secreted into his rear and acting as a highly effective lubricant, allowing the nubbed vine to slide almost effortlessly into the king's virgin rear.
Having fulfilled its purpose the vine in Bowser's maw withdrew, leaving the king to moan out freely as he felt the one in his rear pushing its way deeper and deeper, the soft, thorn-like nubs tickling against his most intimate of places. It stopped right before the bend leading from the koopa's rectum into his intestines, before slowly withdrawing once more, pulling out to the tip, before pushing its way inside to fill Bowser's rear once more. Bowser's moans deepened at the intense pleasure now coming from both ends. The vine was so much bigger...so much thicker then his fingers. It pulsed inside of him...feeling warm...almost like a cock in and of itself. Bowser vaguely found himself wondering why he had been so afraid to submit before.
It felt amazing. None of the toys Bowser had used on himself over the years could even compare to this. Despite his normally dominant nature, Bowser found himself submitting fully to the whims of the plant, voicing his pleasure quite loudly as he felt that nubbed vine slowly pumping its way in and out of his rear as the one sucking on his cock seemed to open its maw wider, sliding itself down on the koopa's shaft and taking it inside itself. The sensation was comparable to that of a warm, wet maw sucking firmly at his shaft. Either way, Bowser was beyond making protests at this point, far too lost in the intense pleasure now coming from both his rear and his shaft.
The plant had chosen a perfect angle of thrusting for hitting the koopa's prostate, the nubs grinding softly against the sensitive gland each time its vine moved in and out...which was nearly constantly. Bowser felt his innards clenching gently around the soft appendage. He wanted more. He craved it. All of his inhibitions were gone; all he knew is that he didn't want the plant to stop, as the combined sucking and fucking was filling him with a pleasure unlike any he had ever experienced before.
The vine in his rear began to speed up its thrusts, making a lewd, wet, slurping noise as it pumped its way in and out, in and out, never relenting in its assault on the koopa's rear. Not that Bowser seemed to mind. Quite the contrary...he loved every moment of it. The plant was giving the koopa exactly what he had always craved, but had been too ashamed to ask for. That was...a good, old-fashioned ass-fucking.
And then...something else began to happen. Just as Bowser felt a second orgasm approaching, he felt something happening with the vine around his member. A thin tendril began to work its way down, tickling at the tip of the koopa's urethra, before slowly beginning to force its way into the koopa's cock. A sharp gasp escaped Bowser's lips at this. He clenched his jaws together, feeling a burning pain coursing through his shaft as his cock was penetrated. It hurt like hell...but at the same time, it sent a strange and wonderful sensation coursing up his shaft.
His balls churned with seed, feeling as if they might burst with his load. With his shaft stuffed and his urethra blocked by the tiny tendril, the mighty koopa's seed had nowhere to go, effectively denying the king the release he so desperately desired. He snarled furiously, lashing against the vines once more, trying to break free...anything to end this torturous teasing of both his shaft and his rear. The plant didn't seem to have any intentions of stopping any time soon, however, as it continued to fuck his ass relentlessly, the vine in his rear nearly doubling its pace.
Meanwhile, the thin tendril in Bowser's shaft slowly began to slide its way in and out of his cock. The burning pain began to fade into a strange, but highly erogenous feeling of pleasure as the koopa found himself moaning like a bitch in heat once more. His toes curled as he felt his balls begin to churn again. His load, having no place to escape too, began to collect in the smooth orbs. He could feel them swelling...growing in size. The sensation was nearly agonizing. Already his testicles had swelled to nearly twice their normal size and felt as if they might burst like overripe melons if they got any larger.
Eventually the plant seemed to take mercy of the koopa king, slowly withdrawing the tendril from his shaft, before shoving the vine in his rear in deep. Roaring in ecstasy, Bowser felt his mind go blank as an overwhelming sensation of orgasmic bliss washed over his body all at once. A veritable geyser of thick, hot seed burst from the tip of Bowser's aching shaft, the vine eagerly absorbing the thick fluid as it continued to lightly pump the vine in the koopa's rear in and out. The koopa, meanwhile, found himself lost in the troughs of orgasmic pleasure. His vision swam...his senses dulled...all he could focus on was the intense erogenous sensations racking over his entire body at once. The king had always been virile...and it seemed the plant didn't intend on stopping until it had milked his balls completely dry.
Bowser came for a good 5 minutes before his cock finally dribbled with the last of his seed, testicles having shrunk back to their normal size. Slowly the vine withdrew from his body, the one in his rear popping free with a sloppy 'shhhllluckk', leaving the once tight orifice gaping and leaking slightly with a thick, cum-like fluid. The plant gently lowered the king back to the floor, one of it's flower heads giving a surprisingly affectionate lick to the koopa's lips before the vines disappeared back down the drains, replacing the grating on their way down and leaving no indication that anything had even happened in the first place.
No indication, at least, aside from the exhausted king himself. His tailhole felt sore...and his shaft ached. And yet at the same time Bowser felt immensely satisfied. Part of him wondered where in the world the plant had come from. And part of him didn't care. He lay there on the smooth tile of his shower floor for a good 30 minutes before he finally mustered the strength to stand, pulling himself back into his room and flopping back down onto his bed. A faint grin spread over his face as he realized the plant would probably come back to feed again soon. Looks like he had gained yet another little dirty secret to keep...