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Brooke passed through the wide stone archway to her dorm and slipped into her shell, a sturdy piece of armor custom-painted bronze and black, studded with metal nubs until she earned the distinction of full-on spikes. She was proud of it, and she had earned her custom colors by virtue of her stellar work in fortifying and plumber-proofing King Bowser's mighty keep. Under the young but bright-eyed koopa's direction, spaces over bottomless pits had been made several feet larger; formations of Thwomps coordinated to eliminate gaps; and her suggestion for the feared Koopatrol to wear spikes not only on their backs but also their once tender bellies was cumbersome but frightfully effective.

The girl had gone from a friendless dweeb in Koopa Village to a rising star, and never once did she regret her choice to defect. The fact of the matter was that while the grunts in Bowser's army were often miserable, the opportunities for advancement were many and Brooke seized every one which came her way. She clawed her way from mind-numbing guard duty to logistics to security and castle operations, and still she was finding new ways to make herself ever more useful.

Now the girl had another, more prestigious responsibility which she walked briskly to meet. Brooke's sharp mind had been recognized and she was to oversee personally an upgrade of the Koopa Clown Car, his majesty's preferred form of transportation. Only a new engine, nothing particularly fancy, but Brooke knew only the best and brightest got to touch Bowser's ride; the Magikoopas in their many colored robes comprised the keenest minds of Bowser's minions, working both as spellcasters and engineers. Brooke thought herself nothing but an average koopa with a smartly-painted shell, but she did feel like an impostor; rather she reveled in bossing the Magikoopas around. The former dweeb was only too happy to order around the nerds.

Partway through this upgrade, with the Clown Car taken halfway apart in its spacious tower-topping hangar, the heavy steel doors to the ramparts swung open and banged on the stone walls, sending a cataclysmic crash through the room. In stepped his majesty, King Bowser, an indifferent scowl on his face but a fire in his eyes.

"It's been hours," he bellowed. "What if I need to get somewhere quickly? What if Mario shows up?"

Though Brooke was awed by his presence, so was she ever the practical thinker. Kneeling before his great and handsome stature, Brooke said, "Good work takes time, your rottenness. I take full responsibility for the delay."

Bowser eyed Brooke, then snorted a plume of smoke. "Straighten up, girl. You must be this new koopa I've been hearing so much about. Making my castle Mario-proof, training my troops for me." He snarled. "Better not be planning anything too drastic. There's not gonna be any changes in management in this castle."

The female koopa's eyes went terribly wide. She said to Bowser with a stammer from her old days, "Nuh-, no! No sir, your wickedness, sir!"

King Bowser huffed, folding his arms across his formidable chest. Spotting the gleam of spectacles looking his way, he snapped, "Stop staring and get back to work, or I'll put you all on Chain Chomp-feeding duty!" Where Chain Chomp-feeding duty meant, of course, a painful form of humiliation via Chain Chomp bites. His gawking Magikoopas quickly returned to work, or at least to looking like they were working.

His eyes fully on Brooke, Bowser growled, "Come with me, girl, and keep your mouth shut."

Brooke followed after Bowser's lumbering form, nervous to the point of panicking but keeping it bottled up as professionally as she could. It struck her as horribly unfair to find herself singled out by the king's notorious temper. In her more guarded moments she had hoped King Bowser might take notice of her exemplary performance to the point she might become more than a mere grunt: a lieutenant to him, even a general perhaps. But now she saw her career withering like a mushroom left out in the desert.

Bowser walked with Brooke into his spacious throne room. Stained glass effigies of the King of the Koopas in various postures of dominance and conquest lined the walls and bathed the room in multicolored light, especially so when bursts of lightning polluted the hall with their brilliant flashes. Bowser said to the plate-armored koopas standing still as statues by the doorway, "Out. No visitors."

"Yes, your disgustingness," said the pair in unison, and they left the way Bowser and Brooke had come. They closed the heavy doors and Brooke felt a chill despite the sweltering heat of the lava-powered castle.

Bowser walked past the stone-framed and purple-cushioned throne. Toward the back of the hall was a curtain, purple also, and Bowser pulled it aside. "Inside," he snarled. Brooke hurriedly made her way in.

The young koopa realized quickly that she was in the king's bedroom. Spacious with a balcony overlooking broken land pocked with lava-drooling volcanoes, it was comfortable despite the stonework. A grand bed took up one portion of the room; it had purple curtains and linen. Brooke was surprised to see a writing desk among Bowser's spartan furniture. Above it, arranged in a circle, were framed photos of his children, the Koopalings.

"I-, I hope I haven't disappointed you in some way," Brooke stammered, looking uneasily at the king.

Bowser kept her nervous gaze a few moments more. The tension broke when he sneered. "Had you going, huh? I have to set an example for those idiots." He waved toward the exit and snorted a thick plume of smoke. "You impress me, Brooke. You impress me a lot, and I'm not easily impressed." Now he stood before Brooke, looming well above her. He said in a low voice, "What comes next has nothing to do with your career. You're on the way up whether or not you take that shell of yours off."

Brooke bit her lip and blushed nearly crimson. Her hands, once soft but now work-rough, came to rest on Bowser's underbelly. She said as she slid them downward, "I fantasized about-, about you. You were always so handsome, so dreamy..."

The king chuckled. "Don't tell me things I already know."

She shuddered. He was so close to her that she could smell him, his musk powerful and earthy, a reptilian smell, a pleasure to few noses except for the nose of another koopa. She reached back and fingered the hidden mechanism of her shell, and with its release, her custom shell split along its seams. Ordinarily Brooke used a rack in her quarters to remove the back plate but now she was too excited to care and she let it clatter to the floor. The underbelly plate she slipped off of her arms and thighs, and she dropped it too to the floor.

Beneath her shell, Brooke's yellowish hide was sweaty, body chubby, breasts thick and hips wide. She saw the lust in Bowser's eyes, heard the growl in his throat and she was exulted by his approval. She said to her king, "Any way you want me, your rottenness."

Bowser dipped his head low, bending his back and grasping Brooke's shoulders in heated hands. Like a broad and hot slab of meat, his tongue flopped across her breasts, laying down thick stripes of saliva. Brooke shivered, moaned; she pawed over her king's snout, that painfully handsome face of his, and on a whim she smooched his nose. "You're so perfect, I can't tell you how badly I've wanted this, your wickedness."

"I'm getting a pretty good picture of that," Bowser remarked. His rough lips closed around a tit - not its nipple but the whole breast, and this he suckled. Brooke moaned and Bowser snarled, his evil rumble resonating in her body like an earthquake. Sharply he released her tit and the sudden break in suction made Brooke gasp. Bowser was grinning when he told her, "Nice body on you, Brooke. Healthy."

She nosed his nose and huffed across his lips. "To think," she shivered, "King Bowser could have any girl he wanted but he wants me..."

"Not any girl," Bowser muttered, thinking of a blonde-haired and blue-eyed princess past idyllic hills and castle walls. Quickly he composed himself and again he grinned. His thick hands palmed her behind; his claws pricked the cheeks, drawing no blood but leaving lines in the hide. "Tell me now, Brooke, how are you going to serve your king?"

"Your majesty?" she nervously asked. Her cheeks were nearly as red as mushrooms.

Bowser pecked a kiss upon her cheek. He released her and lumbered to the bedside. There he prodded the release for his own shell; its green back plate decked in polished spikes thudded heavily on the floor, and then he slipped off the front plate. It surprised Brooke to see that King Bowser's body, though muscular, was also pleasantly chubby. His belly was a fine paunch and a hint of moobs curved his chest. A streak of red pubic hair trailed down his stomach and flowered into a lush yet well-groomed bush, and hanging heavy below it was his cock, thick in size, uncircumcised, scrotum hanging low beneath. And all that Brooke could see glimmered with sweat, giving King Bowser's body a shine which brought to her mind candied treats from her hometown.

King Bowser climbed into his bed, moving on hands and knees slowly and deliberately until he was near the headboard - a large piece of stonework with a stylized emblem of his snarling face carved into it.

Brooke followed him eagerly onto the bed. Her eyes fixed upon his behind, the cheeks proportional to his belly in plumpness. As he settled on his behind with back against the headboard, she knelt just before him wearing a small but eager smile.

The King of the Koopas folded his arms behind his head. Trimmed tufts of red hair peeked from his armpits like sparks from a fire, and Brooke began to notice the musky odor which her king exuded had grown only stronger with the removal of his shell. Wordlessly she dipped low and touched the rounded edge of her snout to his loins. She smelled his pubes though her tongue dragged across his cock; both smelling and tasting the handsome king induced in her almost delirious pleasure. She lapped upward, tongue sliding through his bush and up the red trail of body hair. It dipped into his navel and he grunted, shifted, but said nothing. Then the lady koopa pressed against her king, her snout tucking in under his.

Bowser slid a hand down her back. His claws grazed her spine and seemed to electrify her where they touched, so fine yet gentle were their points. "Ooh-, your rottenness," she crooned. "May I worship you?"

"I'll allow it," Bowser said coyly. "You're off to a good start."

His praise, however shallow it was, exulted the young koopa. She kissed him and he kissed back, delighting her again. She was giggling and blushing like the dweeb she had always been when she wriggled back and knelt, then laid between his splayed, muscular legs. For a moment she nuzzled the fat and wrinkled flesh of his ballbag, and his scent there was rich and potent. Her tongue slathered the uneven surface but she gave special attention to the curves where King Bowser's testes could be easily felt. The thought that she now tongued and smelled the royal sperm bank left her bothered and wet, and she reached under her doughy body to paw at her loins.

Then Brooke nuzzled underneath the king's scrotum. Bowser grunted, expelling a plume of smoke, and he waited and watched while his jaded cock hung flaccid still. Brooke's rounded snout nosed past wrinkled scrotum, rubbing taut taint hide as soft and intimate as flesh. Here was the good stuff: anal musk, something the young koopa savored in deviant fashion. Bowser's was by no means the first ass she had smelled, but already she knew that his was the finest.

Brooke found herself worrying that this encounter was only a dream. But she pushed her snout further up his taint until his balls covered her eyes and her world went dark. Now almost everything was Bowser, the smell in particular. By texture she knew her snout had brushed with his anus and that she began to hungrily smell, to snort its rim, giving no licks, only sampling the heady musk.

Bowser's expression was puzzled, his grasp of the situation less than ideal. Looking over the girl's body, he muttered, "You're-, sniffing my asshole?" Brooke gave no answer. She was lost in Bowser's rich fragrance. For several moments Bowser thought of yelling at her and throwing some kind of tantrum over this which he did not quite understand. But the tickle of her snuffling nostrils was pleasant, and the fact was he received oral sex from a great many of his hopeful minions. This was new and weirdly exciting, being yet another way in which Brooke set herself apart from the usual minions in his ranks. "I guess that's all right," he grunted. "I'll allow it..."

The short stub of Brooke's tail wriggled above the heart-shaped curves of her bottom. She was only dimly aware of what the King of the Koopas said; his scent and body captivated her and left her in a lustful trance she had felt for only a few men before. Her tongue now swabbed Bowser's anus, thick ribbons of drool spreading across his tight pink rim.

Bowser grumbled and snorted his smoke. His teeth gnashed and he said to the girl, "Licking now. You're a weird girl... but I'll allow this, too." He bent a leg and planted his heavy foot on the bed to permit greater access. "Harder," he snarled. "Snuffling and licking, whichever you do - just do it harder, and more of it!"

Never had Brooke been so happy to obey. Deeper went her snout, smearing the sweaty hide of Bowser's groin and ass across her face. Her nostrils quivered as they snuffled and snorted, sucking often on the bud of Bowser's anus itself. Her tongue came into play much less frequently, yet when it did, she lapped hungrily and wedged her tongue into the king's ass. Each time she entered him, he uttered a low, warning growl; but successively his grumbles and growls quieted until finally he was moaning, but still with a bestial quality. His jaded cock was now stiff; the loose hood of his foreskin had been filled out by the pink, dripping knob of his glans. Bowser slowly masturbated, covering his fingers in precum in the process.

"Now I'm really impressed with you, Brooke," said Bowser, a little sleaze in his otherwise gruff voice. "I've dealt with ass-kissers before. Never literal ones, though," he said, chuckling deeply at his own wit.

Brooke pulled away her snout which by then glinted like a glazed yellow apple. She was panting, softly whining with each breath. Between her thighs was a swamp of vaginal secretions; she fingered the hood of her clitoris and shivered at the touch. "Your smell is just so wonderful, your evilness," effused Brooke, nuzzling with his scrotum, brushing her nose against his penis. Her maw opened and she engulfed roughly half of his ballbag; under her gentle suckling and licking, one of the king's gonads was treated to particular worship and pleasure.

Bowser gazed down at Brooke. "You look good with my balls in your mouth," he said, smirking. "But I think I know an even better look for you."

As Brooke unmouthed Bowser's throbbing sack, she cooed with lips dribbling saliva, "Please tell me, your rottenness."

He sat forward, moving to his knees. His scrotum dangled almost onto the bed; Brooke's drool loped off of its wrinkles and folds like dew. "I think you'd look good on your hands and knees, wagging that butt of yours in the air."

The girl began to grin. She nodded enthusiastically then turned herself around. On hands and knees she presented herself, her broad rear at once catching King Bowser's fiery gaze. His hands seized the plump cheeks and his claws prickled but did not puncture. Snarling deep in his chest, embers rising in his throat, he touched his nose to the crack of her ass and smelled her in kind. He grumbled after his first whiff, "You smell pretty good, yourself. Not that I have any asses to compare yours to."

Brooke allowed her bottom to gently sway back and forth. The fatty cheeks wobbled almost gelatinously. "Sniffing butt is a-, a little bit of an-, it's an acquired taste," the girl nervously muttered, feeling self-conscious of her habits and her sweaty ass crack.

Bowser placed a smooch on one cheek, then moved over top of her with care. His penis brushed her rump and she tensed, worrying that what King Bowser wanted was anal. For as ass-hungry as Brooke was, anal sex was a rare and painful thing. But if his rottenness wanted it, Brooke would give it gladly.

Then Bowser gripped his cock and he moved it lower. The blunt glans of his penis brushed her sex, sliding through the fragrant moisture glazing her lips and thighs. He said lowly, "You're like a swamp down here, Brooke. Sniffing your king's asshole really makes you this horny?"

"I've never been more aroused in all my life," said Brooke eagerly and honestly. "I've-, uh, fantasized-. About you, your evil-, um, evilness..."

Bowser snorted. Brooke felt the immense heat wash over the back of her head and she shuddered. "That much is obvious," Bowser remarked. "Whether you tightened things up around my castle for the career opportunities or so I'd fuck you, I'm grateful either way."

"It was the former," Brooke sheepishly said, "but I always fantasized it was the latter." She reached under her prone body and fingered the lips of her sex. With a gentle coo she spread them, baring the pink yawn of her pussy. Compared to Bowser's idle heat, it seemed only mildly warm. Bowser pressed inside of her at once. His cock was large for her, the biggest she had ever had, and it pushed open the walls of her vagina enough to cause her some pain. She grimaced and put her face to the sheets; tears rose at the corners of her eyes.

Still Bowser pushed into her, and mostly the combination of his copious precum and her lustful wetness made this penetration smooth. His foreskin rolled back as far as it would go and the tender flesh of his penis slid into the tight, loving channel of Brooke's vagina. He licked the smooth curve of her head, laying down a stripe of drool. Brooke shivered at the feeling and reached up to paw at Bowser's head. Her fingers brushed his snout and chin.

"Does it hurt?" Bowser asked, speaking with a hint of concern.

"It'll pass, sir," Brooke answered. "This is what I've been dying for."

As Bowser bottomed out inside of Brooke, she palmed her pudgy stomach and found herself wondering if, had she been fitter, Bowser's penis would have made a lump in her abdomen.

The King of the Koopas was abrupt in fucking Brooke. His technique was all power, no finesse: he pulled it back and he smashed it back in, and Brooke huffed and whined for several moments as the pain worsened. But then it began to taper off, the discomfort of the stretch turning to a deep and well-earned pleasure. A few minutes into this vulgar sex and Brooke was moaning, crooning for her king. She pushed her body back into his. Each collision of his hips against her bottom produced a sharp clap and the sound resonated in the stone room.

One of Bowser's clawed hands pressed flat against the bed. Its twin cupped Brooke's tit and squeezed it - but gently, with a lover's care. It was a baffling contrast but Brooke went with it, moaning, cooing to her king. Again she reached for him, now laying her hand over his, feeling awe at how thick and hot his hand was compared to her own. All the while his cock gouged her open and certainly it bruised her, but Brooke rocked with him and she moaned for him, never faking a syllable as she spoke soft nothings to her beloved King Bowser.

"Hot little koopa," Bowser grumbled, speaking close to one of Brooke's ear holes. "I'm going to promote you. Head of my Magikoopas, train you to sling magic, how would you like that?"

"Oh-! Your evilness," Brooke cried, her cheeks red but her mouth grinning. "But my shell-"

"Replaced," Bowser huffed, his breathing hard and hot, "with a nice robe, under which you won't wear a thing."

"Your rottenness," Brooke admonished - but she was beginning to feel tuckered out. She had gone from one peak of pleasure to the next with her king and now she felt an orgasm coming on, something she was happy to revel in with her handsome king.

Bowser shoved her to the bed. His cock he plucked out of her and she gasped. Then he rolled her over, and quickly he entered her again. Now he fucked her with everything he had to offer, all of his incredible strength and endurance brought to bear for the overachieving girl. His massive frame did not allow them to align for kisses. Instead his moobs wobbled in her view but Brooke was not amused, only hungry. She cupped them and Bowser grunted, his lips pursing into a frown. Brooke laid worship on his plump mounds, giving them kisses and licks, mouthing their curves, suckling nipples which were not there.

"Weird girl," Bowser said, warmth in his gruff voice.

Brooke's cheeks were red but she was grinning. She smooshed his moobs together with her snout in the middle. "Your body is flawless, your evilness," Brooke assured him. "If you'd-, ah, if you'd let me... I'd worship every inch of you."

Bowser shuddered, though whether this was in pleasure or exultation at her devotion was unclear. His spine arched and his hips crashed down into hers over and over, the repetition wonderful for both. Brooke licked and tickled and teased his wobbling tits; she palmed his heaving belly and nosed his armpits where he sported powerful body odor. No part of his body or musky scent was off-putting to the dedicated girl.

It was with her nose snuffling in the red wiry hairs of Bowser's armpit that Brooke came. She whimpered and she writhed as her vagina grew tense, and she squirted with force she found frankly embarrassing, a splash akin to throwing a cup of water across her king's crotch.

The king laughed, and as his laughs often did, it sounded deep and wicked. He pushed his meat into her slowly now, grinding into her, dragging out these last few thrusts before he joined her in climax. His body was tense and sweaty but his grin was enormous. "I can't believe how wet you are. You didn't piss on me, did you?" His tone implied that the idea was far from offensive.

"Nuh-, no! No, your rottenness," Brooke bleated, her fists gripping the sheets. "I just-, fuck! I'm a squirter, I get so wet, just so wet... I should have warned you..."

"Pleasant surprise," Bowser grunted, chuckling. "And now-, my turn," he shuddered. He sank into Brooke as deep as he could go, fat koopa cock spreading open the girl's vaginal muscles. Like a volcano he erupted, thick and hot cum flooding Brooke, clinging to her walls with a viscosity far more sticky than any cum she had ever felt before. It made her body shiver in spite of the heat; she felt it entering her womb and dully she realized the ramifications of King Bowser, a notably fertile koopa, dumping his nuts inside of her. But she put aside the concerns and thought instead of what color her robe would be. She wanted one which was a hazel brown with black trim.

Bowser interrupted her thoughts when he wrapped his arm around her back, moving delicately in his afterglow. He held her flush to his sweaty, fat body as he laid back in bed but continued to hold her near once he settled. Thick trails of semen oozed out of Brooke's penetrated sex like filling from a hot pastry.

"That was good," the king murmured, at a loss as to what else to say. He ran his hand slowly down Brooke's back, again using the fine tips of his claws to prickle and tease.

"That it was, your wickedness," Brooke softly concurred. "Do you-, um, do you think I should get back to supervising the Magikoopas?"

Bowser snorted. "Plenty of time for that once you're their boss." He squeezed her rear and snarled, "Love this big ass of yours. I'm forbidding you to ever lose weight, understand?"

Brooke grinned. "Completely, your repulsiveness."

"Good. You can go get fitted for a robe," he said, but made no effort to release her. After a moment he said, "Later, at least. No rush."

"Later," Brooke agreed. "Much later, your evilness." And she closed her eyes and let her head rest on the fatty mounds of his moobs. She had no thoughts for Koopa Village; this was where she belonged.