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Goombella groaned, wishing she had hands to shield her eyes from the bright, hot sun torturing her with its annoying heat on another beautiful yet scorching summer day. At least, she thought it was summer; whenever there wasn't rain or a heavy windstorm, it was all sun. Stupid, stupid, boiling hot sun. At least she got to spend time with Mario, she thought, whenever the two were assigned watch duty at the front tip of Keelhaul Key. The two would sit against the cliffside near the pier and watch the ocean, hoping a boat would pass by that could help them (and Flavio's crew) escape. Flavio could escape too, Goombella supposed. If he absolutely had to. Whenever Mario would stand up and cover the sun's blinding bright light with his hand over his eyes, Goombella always hoped that he had noticed a passing ship--it was always nothing. In between taking turns watching to give Mario a chance to nap, Goombella had taken up a hobby: using the empty pages of her tattle log to do some writing. She had been working on a rather steamy tale of the large, tough Bob-omb pirate, Pa-Patch, harboring a secret passion for one of the male Toads. It was on this particular day that she had reached that special chapter: the one where Pa-Patch confesses to the Toad and they kiss despite Pa-Patch himself not having lips. Things were getting very spicy; the Toad had stripped nude and was about to make love to his explosive partner. Just thinking about the scene was beginning to make Goombella feel a little hot and bothered. She looked down, seeing a damp spot on her explorer's outfit. Damn the lack of Goomba-sized panties in shops! If Mario noticed, she could always jump into the water and pretend it was nothing more than a splash on her clothes. She looked up at Mario, who had since woken from his nap and was watching the coastline. Goombella smiled as she watched the heroic plumber stand as a lookout; Mario was an amazing guy. Even after all of the nonsense he had gone through on their journey so far, he kept going with his head held high. He deserved a break, Goombella had thought more than once. Even after he rescues Princess Peach, what's he going to get out of it? A 'thank you' and a return to the status quo? That's not fair to anyone, especially the great Super Mario himself. Mario would probably enjoy island life. Goombella pictured Mario exploring the island by himself, bashing Fuzzies in the head and wearing nothing but his hat and a loincloth. His chest was probably really buff, with just enough hair to look masculine. His hat might have a few tears out of it from Fuzzie bite marks, but Mario wouldn't care; he'd be too focused on bringing back some fruit for his wife, Goombella. Wait, what?! "No, no, bad thoughts!" Goombella muttered, shaking her head. "He'd go for Flurrie's boobs before a little Goomba like me!" Before she could return to her book, a shadow dimmed her vision. She slowly looked up, seeing Mario standing over her. He tilted his head in confusion. Goombella began to tremble in fear and looked at the ground to avoid his gaze. "T-Tell me you didn't hear that, Mario!" "Hm?" Mario asked, looking at her. Goombella took a deep breath. Mario was a man of few words throughout this adventure, and right now Goombella wasn't sure if that was a good thing. "I, uh ... I was just thinking about ... oh, forget it!" Goombella exclaimed with a sigh. "You did hear me! I know that you would pick Flurrie before you settled for a short girl like me! I know you have Princess Peach and everything, so I was just daydreaming!" Mario didn't look any less confused as he listened to her ramble. "Nuh-uh!" Mario replied. Goombella blushed when she heard his answer; was he saying that he would choose her, or that he would choose her over Peach? Either way, hearing that Mario liked her back was amazing! "You really mean it?" Goombella asked, hoping she understood him correctly. "I thought you liked big boobs since you always seem to grab Flurrie's body when she helps you out!" Mario actually blushed when she said this; it wasn't often that he so much as emoted outside of being shocked at something. "If that's how you really feel, then there's something I've wanted to do for you for a long time now. You put up with way too much and I want to be the one that you can go to when you need to unwind a little!" "Hm?" Mario asked curiously. Goombella blushed an even brighter red but nodded after a moment. She had told herself in the past that if this chance ever presented itself, she wouldn't dare turn it down. She started moving as fast as she could down the coast, leading Mario to a part of the rock wall that could hide them from anyone walking towards the pier. Mario followed, glancing back to see that no one was around. What were they running from? Goombella took a deep breath and turned around to face Mario. He looked down at her, as carefree as ever. "I said I wouldn't run away ..." Goombella muttered, looking down. "Mario, you've done so much for everyone, fought so hard with all of us, and then you just get stuck on some island ... you deserve better. I can't do much, but I at least wanna make you feel good!" Before Mario could reply, Goombella zipped around him in a flash. Before he knew it, his overalls were unbuttoned and his pants were at his feet. Mario looked down at himself, jumping in surprise at the sight of his mushroom-print boxers. "Hoo!" Mario exclaimed, looking around frantically. No one was watching, but the look on Goombella's face was one that he had never seen her make before. She stared, awestruck at Mario's body. He had a little bit of a pasta gut, but he was by no means fat. Running and jumping everywhere gave him some powerful arm and leg muscles, although it wasn't obvious through his clothing. He was no swole, bulging Rawk Hawk, that's for sure. A line of drool ran down Goombella's mouth as she took in the sight of the man in front of her. "So ... hot ...!" Goombella said before leaping towards him. Mario felt her start rubbing against his groin with her cheek, with drool on her chin and a crazy look in her eyes. "I wanna make you feel super, Mario! I wanna take this plumber's tool of yours and have you clean MY pipes!" Mario stayed silent. After a moment, Goombella realized what she was doing and shook her head. "Sorry, that was building up for a while. I'm okay now," she said. "Now then, stand back against the wall and drop 'em." Mario tilted his head in confusion. Goombella groaned in frustration, then sighed in amusement. Only Mario of all men would have no idea--or if he did, he was really good at playing dumb. Once again moving so quickly that Mario couldn't see, Goombella somehow had Mario's boxer shorts to his ankles. She looked up at his bare body; at the sight of Mario's manhood, something in the Goomba girl clicked. Throwing her nerves to the wind, she leaned forward and took Mario's cock into her mouth. It only took a few laps down the underside with her tongue to get him erect; she wondered if he was that easy because he was sensitive or because Peach just didn't give him any. Goombella started to move back and forth, bobbing her head and looking up at Mario with a lustful expression. His eyes were closed and his body was trembling; he was enjoying it, but the gentleman in him wouldn't let him react in the way any other man likely would. "Duth it feel gud?" Goombella tried to ask through muffled speech. Mario remained quiet but nodded. Goombella gave him a wink and continued, moving her head faster down and taking the time to notice the aroma of Mario's body when her face was buried in his groin. Even if she had no nose to speak up, the scent of manliness coming from him filled her mind and made her all the more eager to please him. So much so that she could feel a damp feeling through her clothing. Her eyes widened as she noticed she was wet. Of course, she was aroused to give Mario a blowjob; she had fantasized about it numerous times, so why shouldn't she be? But being wet right in front of him was a different story. She tried to ignore it; her pussy was aching to be stuffed, but she wanted to pleasure Mario, not herself. She almost froze when she felt something on her head--Mario casually knocked her helmet to the ground and grabbed her ponytail. His breathing turned heavy as Goombella took all of his cock into her mouth with each push forward. "Hoo ... hoo ..." Mario breathed out as Goombella started to run her tongue up the underside of his dick, teasing the head before resuming bobbing back and forth. Mario started to tremble; Goombella took that as a good sign and took a deep breath, hesitating before beginning to move her head as fast as she could. She felt a firm yank on her ponytail just seconds later, keeping her in place as something hot began to flow into her mouth; Mario was cumming. She eagerly swallowed every drop of it, feeling her body heat up from the arousal surging through her; she was positive that she was the only girl besides Peach who had ever made Mario experience an orgasm. She slowly pulled away with a quiet 'pop!' as her lips separated from Mario's cock head. Her tongue swirled around the tip to clean the excess cum from him before looking up at him with a grin. Mario's entire face was red as he looked away from her. "Felt good, huh?" Goombario boasted, sticking out her chest with pride. Mario wouldn't face her and simply nodded in reply. "If you ever want that again, just let me know. We could even call it a new ability for me!" She smiled. "We'll name it ... Goomba Gal Refresh?" Mario looked back at her; she could tell he didn't agree with the name. "Okay, uh ... Release and Replenish?" Goombella asked. Mario had dressed and was walking back to the pier, with Goombella now right behind him. "Oh! Maybe 'Goomba Girlfriend's Delight!'" Mario kept shaking his head at her horrible suggestions, just making her think up more and more as the two walked across the island. He hoped she came up with a suitable name soon.