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All King Bowser had wanted that night was a girl to fuck, and that was all he asked for. He put his two best men on it, members of the Koopa Troop he had known for years, and he told them he expected results by nine. It was quarter to eight when they touched down in the Koopa Clown Car, which Bowser entrusted only to his most competent minions. They exited with a lady yoshi and ushered her along the roof's walkways. The wind whipped with the perpetual storm, and the yoshi bashfully held down her short, red skirt. The two Koopa Troopas, one with a bright pink lipstick mark on his cheek, pretended not to notice.

The two turtles took her down into the castle and then to King Bowser's private chamber on the highest floor. "Your Rottenness, we have returned!" smartly said the koopa with the lipstick mark.

"Good!" came Bowser's rumbling voice, and he shortly stepped through the indigo curtains to his bedroom. He was clearly dressed for love, wearing only his spiked bands and collar. His monstrous, uncircumcised cock dangled between his thighs. "Pink, huh? Would've preferred blue," he said, walking closer to the trio. "Got a name or what? Show some respect!"

"Your Majesty," the yoshi said without fluster, bowing. The snug halter on her upper body gave a fine view into her cleavage, and Bowser appreciated how plump and perfectly round her breasts seemed to be. "Call me Tanya."

"That's a hooker name if I've ever heard one," Bowser sneered, sharing a chuckle with his men. "All right, you two. Fuck off. I'm busy."

"Yes, your Nastiness," the koopas said in unison on their way out. They closed the thick, braced wooden door at their backs, sending a quick breeze through the room.

Bowser licked his craggy lips and snorted smoke from his nostrils in a theatrical burst. "All right now, Tanya," he growled, reaching out in a way she found gentlemanly. Bowser was handsome and of course fearsome; his power was as alluring as his body. She took his hand and he led her into his room. "This way."

Through the curtains was a surprisingly modest bedroom, stonework like the rest of the castle but sporting large wooden bookshelves filled with interesting tomes: Win Her Heart Using Only Super Mushrooms, Last Life: The Tale of the Third Bro, and Behind the Rawk: Intrigue and Controversy at the Glitz Pit, to name a few. Tanya asked sweetly as she straightened her halter, which her nipples prodded through, "Do a lot of reading, Your Majesty?"

The King of the Koopas sat on the bed which hardly sagged despite his enormity. He squeezed his balls softly and huffed. "Passes the time between evil schemes," he said noncommittally. "Hey, you can stop with the titles now. Gotta keep up appearances in front of the goons."

Tanya smiled, twiddling her little nipples. Her short tail wriggled. "Sure thing, hot stuff. So-o-o, ever get deep throat from a yoshi? We can swallow anything, you know."

Bowser grinned. Smoke rolled from the corners of his maw. "You can warm me up like that, but I was hoping for some pussy, actually."

A practiced smile crossed Tanya's face. She narrowed her eyes coyly. "Something so simple for a stud so famous? Sure there's nothing else you could go for?" she asked, walking closer, pink sneakers whispering on the purple carpet. It was so shag that when she knelt, her knees barely bumped the underlying stone. "Maybe kiss the royal ass a little bit?"

"You eat ass, huh," Bowser said, not asking her and not sounding surprised. "If that's what you do, baby, then do what you do." He sat back, arms outstretched and angled back to support his great frame. The shell he had on was slimmer than his usual Koopa King attire, but not by much. Its chief difference was the lack of spikes, which instead were rounded nubs.

The Yoshi whore cupped Bowser's heavy scrotum and its bulk overfilled both hands. Hide like flesh gleamed with a sheen of well-earned sweat and mature koopa musk assaulted her senses, making her nostrils flare and maw salivate. "Nice smell you got going on," she said in a coo. "Not just saying that 'cause it gets me tips."

Bowser sneered. "Then you won't mind if you don't get one for that. Get to work, baby. I want a sex worker, not a sycophant."

The King of the Koopas was used to his minions snapping to their orders with an acknowledgment: yes, Your Nastiness! or some such thing. Tanya wasn't bound by that kind of loyalty, interested only in the coins, and she was no toady even if she was a whore. "Whatever you say," she remarked, nosing her way under his scrotum. His fat balls draped over either side of her big, round nose, seeming to fit on her face perfectly. His anal musk, accentuated by raw, sweaty masculinity, was something she indulgently inhaled. Bowser's semihard cock drizzled her spine with precum, making her hide shine.

Tanya was a yoshi before anything else, and she slobbered the king's puckered anus with the famously dexterous and lengthy tongue her kind was known for. Under her eager ministrations, Bowser shuddered, grumbling little nothings to her and going back on his assertion that she would be getting no tip. His cock stiffened rapidly, its tired droop straightening and rising like a drawbridge. As his penis reached its plump apex, it exceeded its foreskin, and the pink and moist glans bared itself.

Against Tanya's tongue, Bowser's asshole clenched. It seemed to be smooching her tongue for the way it tensed and relaxed so strongly, but certainly the king was happy with the choice his minions had made. He made as much known when he spoke in his gruff yet sultry way, "Kissing ass like a pro. Guess that's what you are, though... and now it's time for pussy."

The prostitute loved her work sometimes. She couldn't think of any other career where she could get paid a vast fortune of coins to kneel and polish King Bowser's asshole with her tongue. There was that word he kept using, though, the P-word, and she knew that was due to cause her some serious problems. They were problems she had dealt with before, and usually she had her Hammer Bro pimp just around the corner in case clients balked. There was no such luck with King Bowser.

Very slowly, though she knew already what to say and was simply savoring the moment, Tanya pulled back her broad snout and licked her lips clean of the king's ass sweat. "Pussy, huh?" she tutted, taking a moment then to peel her halter off. Her tits bounced free, plump and juicy things with silver rings about an inch in diameter piercing her rather small nipples. "What about-?"

"What about your cunt?" Bowser asked flatly. At first he frowned, his bushy brows furrowing, and Tanya felt a cold stab of fear. Bowser started to grin, and the tension melted. "Oh... ohhh. I get it. You figure King Bowser's just too big for your little box, is that it?" He squeezed his cock and stroked its length lackadaisically. Thick globs of pre fell from the foreskin each time it puckered.

"Something like that," Tanya answered, smiling calmly. "Besi-i-ides, you have a yoshi whore tonight. You're gonna tell me you don't want this," she whipped her tongue against his cock and his balls in one go, coiling both loosely before slopping it back, "mmm, a-a-all over you?"

Bowser huffed from his nostrils, blowing smoke. "Take that skirt off before I rip the fucker off." He stood suddenly, nearly bowling Tanya over with his genitals. "You're a hooker. I'm your paying customer. Customer's always right, especially if his name is King fucking Bowser!"

The koopa sounded more impressed with himself than angry towards the yoshi, yet Tanya still flinched back and got to her sneakered feet. She looked up at Bowser's sneering, sinister features, then down at the fat, throbbing rod of his cock. "You want pussy, do you," she said flatly, and a smile which seemed jaunty flashed across her face. "Well... here."

As Bowser watched, hunching over and breathing heavily, Tanya unbuttoned her skirt. She tossed it away opposite her halter, leaving herself in little red panties... with a thick male bulge in them. Bowser looked disdainfully at her package, even more so when she lowered the panties to reveal six inches of uncircumcised and hotly throbbing yoshi cock. "I don't have a pussy," she said unnecessarily. "Sorry to disappoint, hon. Should I get-?"

"Anal it is," Bowser said, and shrugged. "At this point I don't give a fuck what hole it is as long as I bust my nut. Let me get the lube."

Tanya started on her shoelaces, but Bowser said over his shoulder, "Leave those on. They're cute. And you're not gonna be here that long."

"Everyone loves the shoes," the yoshi said, chuckling. She glanced at the tapestry hanging over the door - an abstract depiction of Bowser standing on the mangled body of a stocky plumber in a red shirt and blue overalls - and shook her head with a smile. "Nice decorations. You commission this tapestry?"

Bowser trudged back to Tanya and nudged her fine, thick booty with his palm. She pressed back into him and he growled appreciatively, looming over her. "Yeah, like it? It's a little motivation every morning when I wake up."

"Everybody needs a goal," the yoshi said. "I've got one, right now." She twisted around to face the king, pressing her fake tits to his abdomen, his cock into her belly, and her cock into his balls. "And it's to get this big son-of-a-bitch inside of me."

The King of the Koopas snickered, embers burning in the back of his throat. He turned with Tanya and nudged her into the bed, making her sit. "Get up there, girl. I don't mind the sneakers on the bed, I just wanna see you face-down and ass-up."

That was just one of the positions Tanya knew very well in her field of work. As she made herself prone just so, putting her thick bubble butt in the air with her balls hanging down below, Bowser lubed his meat up from a tube which read Naughty Chomp Fantasy Company. The small bottle went from full to nearly empty by the time the koopa was satisfactorily lubricated, leaving every inch of his prick gleaming, dribbling colorless and odorless sex jelly.

He knelt on the bed and it creaked, yet held. Tanya was impressed by the craftsmanship there. "Hold those cheeks apart, ya' slut," Bowser snorted, resting a hand on the small of her back. His claws pricked her fleshy hide and the sheer size of him made her middle almost vanish. "And you might wanna grab a pillow to bite on."

Tanya the whore gripped and pulled apart her thick, pink cheeks. Her anus winked in the open air before adjusting. Its rim was soft and subtle, not a swollen bud. "Have you seen the size of our eggs?" she asked playfully. "Just go for it, babe. Fuck me like you're paying by the hour."

"Real go-getter attitude," said the king with respect in his voice. He pushed his cock uncaringly into the yoshi's asshole, the size of which seemed impossibly small in the face of a cock so massive. Slowly then, like dipping his toes into a lava bath, Bowser pushed forward. Tanya's anus resisted only in the most minuscule amount before it began to part, and when it did, she was as easy to slip into as his own fist. Her plump hooker ass seemed to welcome his lubed, royal cock and she groaned not like a lying whore, but in genuine pleasure. She let go of her cheeks and braced her elbows on the bed, lifting herself somewhat.

"Oooh, fu-u-uck, that's so big, so fucking big," Tanya whimpered, cock oozing precum onto the sheets. "Fuck me, hot stuff, don't waste a second. Just fuck my brains out."

Bowser laughed incredulously and went for it, giving Tanya a sharp, ass-splitting buck. His powerful hips crashed into her bottom, making the cheeks wobble and her genitals bounce. Instead of an agonized shriek, the yoshi whore cried out to him, "Gawd, that's it! Like that!"

The king, grinning toothily with fire in his eyes, slipped his hands around her hips. One was slick with lube, yet his grip was still implacable. "What kind of whore are you?" he asked, laughing. His heavy tail swayed and he snorted into the air, shooting twin jets of flame from his nostrils.

Shock over Tanya's seemingly impossible stretchiness wore off of Bowser quickly and he went to work like a beast, not moving his hips but moving the entire girl, pulling her forward and slamming her back into his loins. His lubed cock slipped in and out with offensive ease, but somehow she still felt snug to him, with a texture like velvet inside.

Tanya's tits and cock and balls all bounced with the king's brutal use of her. She shivered and crooned, pushing back with Bowser's pulls to make him plow her even harder. Whether or not that was working, she felt incredible and she began to masturbate, tugging her cock even though the koopa's violent motions made it troublesome. Her toes curled in her sneakers.

"As deep as I am now," Bowser said in a booming voice, "you should be fucking tasting me!"

"Gawddamn, yeah!" Tanya cried out. "Fuck me harder, baby! I never get a workout like this, just fuck the shit out of me...!"

In a savage heave, Bowser pulled Tanya crashing into his loins and doubled over above her. It appeared he was going to crush her before he caught himself on his hands. "Hold onto my arms, and push back," he spoke, his voice an animalistic snarl. There was no further warning or instruction, and certainly no finesse to what he did. He nailed the yoshi slut with all his terrible strength, making her cheeks clap against his hide and her asshole suck and pop around his fat cock. His balls dragged on the bed, leaving a gradually worsening smear of sweat. His breath washed over the prostitute and made her uncomfortably hot, causing her to perspire even more than before.

"Earning your coins, earning your fucking coins," hissed the King of the Koopas, drool falling from his rough lips. His back heaved and his tail lashed at open air, and the utter lack of civilization made him incredibly sexy - as well as frightening - to the hapless whore. "Gonna nut in you, shoot it right up your dickbitch ass."

"Do it!" Tanya yowled. "Fucking do it! Gimme!"

Yet it went on and on, the king pounding his whore mercilessly while she could only whimper and gasp beneath him, her legs splayed around him and her tongue lolling out of her mouth. But finally, before Tanya could beg again, Bowser crashed his hips into her ass with meteoric force and came almost immediately, pumping thick ropes of nearly painfully hot koopa spunk into her ass. The king roared with the fury of a monster, his cry rumbling through the castle's corridors like a clap of thunder. His ejaculation and powerful masculinity left Tanya cooing and moaning, squirming on the bed as if she were drunk. In fact, she had shot not long after the king began to squirt into her, putting wonderfully excessive pressure on her anal walls and warming her in ways she never thought were possible.

Bowser slowly pulled back, still panting and snarling, but this savagery was now under his breath. His coolness was coming back to him slowly, and he freed his turgid cock from the prostitute only to unleash a brief gush of his own semen. He would need to replace the sheets again, but he had minions for that.

Tired and satisfied, Bowser rolled to the side and flopped on his back. He looked comical laying on the curve of his shell, arms and legs hanging slack. Tanya stayed where she was, still cooing and panting, feeling phenomenal in her afterglow.

Eventually, she would ask for her payment. It was two hundred coins for the house call, another two for the anal and an extra hundred for the rimjob. Business, however, seemed like it was the whole world away at that particular moment. She got up, shaky and slick with sweat (not all of which was her own), and fell across Bowser's body. She rested on his gut, her crotch against his.

"Mind if I, uh, crash here?"

"What? For the night?" Bowser asked, sounding more surprised than grumpy.

"Yeah." She tried to clench her ass yet it only gaped, and her anus had grown swollen and red. "I don't think I can do much else tonight... I'll fuck you again in the morning pro-bono if you're down."

Bowser snickered, sliding a powerful hand down her back. "Can't resist me," he said with a grin. "Yeah. Whatever."