FSE

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Okay I'm an ass, it's been three years since I added another part to the story. Beyond being lazy, I couldn't really figure out how I wanted to start it. A while ago I decided to start working on it again after almost removing it from the various places in which it's posted and saw it had a few thousand hits. I was going to remove it because I felt silly with the whole "Rape to love thing" but decided against it. 5000 hits will do that for ya. So this is the second to last part of the story. After I post this I'll go straight to work on the final chapter. The story here is going in a specific direction, some things are kept vague or suggested for that last chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it.

Also to cover my ass, Bowser, Princess Peach, Mario, Luigi and other Super Mario characters are a product of Nintendo Company Ltd. I do not own any part of Nintendo's creations, nor take any part in their development. This is a product of a perverted mind, and little more.

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Ian floated down the hall on his broom. Beads of sweat trickling down his face as the two nervous Mario Brothers walk behind him followed by a small battalion of koopas, his white robe strained with his sweat. The group approach a charred and ravaged door, easily able to look inside King Bowser's room. An injured Bowser lies across the room with a naked drenched Princess Peach snuggled up next to him.

"Master! What happened here?" Ian screamed jetting across the room on his broom.

"Long story. Could you help with this bleeding? My vision's starting to blur," Bowser said, a hand keeping pressure on bleeding wound on his stomach the other around the princess

"Oh, of course sir," the wizard hopped off the broom, any evidence of which might be called life leaving it as it dropped to the ground with an out of place thud. "That's quite a wound sir, but it's nothing I can't fix."

"Thank goodness," the princess said. "I was starting to get worried."

"Yes, it's most fortunate I got here as soon as I did," he paused. "It may, however, take a while to heal these wounds due to the severity of them." The Magikoopa drew out a small vile from his robe, "This should ease the pain and help coagulate the blood while I can create a proper remedy for the wound. It should take no more than a half an hour."

"Good, " Bowser pointed out to the hallway. His hand was covered with dry blood. "It's the first door on the left, there should be plenty of soap and shampoo in there. I'm sure there's some clean clothes in there as well if any of you need to change."

"Sure thing," Mario said as they both helped the princess stand up. A deft move by the wizard's hand, a pristine white robe slid perfectly on to her. The thin cloth left little to the imagination. If anything it only made her glistening frame more attractive by barely attempting to make her image seem somewhat forbidden.

"I won't be too long lover," Princess said as they left the room. Mario rolled his eyes and let out a scoff. Luigi slightly teared up, stifling a sob.

Both Bowser and the Magikoopa watched them leave the room. "So sir, how are things going?"

Bowser laughed, "Couldn't be going better."

"So I suspect everything went as planned?"

"No, not exactly as planned. Those damn brothers went a bit too far," a single clawed finger probed at one of the regenerating wounds, but he felt nothing. "But again I can't blame them. They're soldiers, and they need some sort of release short of fighting. I'm going to need a few more things after you finish with me."

"Certainly, just name it."

"Fix this room, just as it was before our new queen came," Bowser rubbed his bloodied fingers, marveling at his skin absorbing the crimson liquid.

"Child's play," the Koopa took a deep breath, then let it out in a slow fine stream. The room began knitting itself back together, as though time were set in reverse. "What else?"

"Try and get Wendy to make some special surprises for our guests. Hopefully she can at least walk straight enough today to get something useful done."

"I'll have her get on it," the Koopa paused. "Actually I'm sure Wendy has something special in her room somewhere. I doubt she'll be willing to give any of it up, but I'm sure we can find her a few distractions while I search."

The king smiled, placed a hand on Ian's head. "Good. I will need to get a hold of you to make any adjustments." Using the small Koopa's small, yet surprisingly sturdy frame, Bowser stood with some small effort. He drug a hand across his shell, each yellow segment stitched perfectly back together.

"Just say my name lord and I'll respond promptly."

"Excellent. Now my miniature mage, I wish for some privacy."

The robed Koopa needed little more said. Ian bowed, and seemingly hovered out of the door eyes affixed to the ground. His hands flickered, as he glided down the halls, his broom rushed to catch up with him. His barely audible whispering working wonders around King Bowser's kingdom. Around the castle peons rushed to get every little detail perfect for the big day. King Bowser, ruler of the koopas, and Princess Peach, heir to the Mushroom Kingdom, finally getting married.

Peach found herself rather shocked by what she saw. The tissue thin cloth fell to the ground as she entered the bathroom. Plush white shag carpeting beneath her feet, elegant silver trimming on the massive mirror that took up most of a wall opposite the door. Furniture almost entirely covered in mother of pearl. Flawless marble counters with an amazing, yet modestly sized, collection of perfumes, powders, and the like. A gentle knock at the door startled Peach.

Luigi cracked the door very slightly, his tall body barely visible through the barely ajar door. "Um, Princess. There's a tur-," Luigi caught himself, nervously correcting himself as the small shelled man stood behind him. "Erm, guy here with a silver platter and bucket. Should I let him in?"

Peach blushing, quickly picked up the robe and tried her best to cover herself. "Go ahead. Thank you Luigi."

The door swung open, Luigi stood in the doorway staring at the princess. He jumped as the koopa pushed him lightly out of the way. Behind the two Mario could be seen sitting on the ground eating what appeared to be a rather impressive burger, a similar sandwich sat on a plate next to the red clothed brother. Peach rushed to help the koopa with his delivery, which appeared almost twice his size, but he moved too quickly for her to be of any assistance. He slid the platter on the counter, and removed the cover. The plate held several small sandwiches of varying styles, a bowl of cocktail shrimp, and a small salad with several unique dressings.

The ice bucket held a well chilled bottle of Champagne. The small Koopa drew a flute from the bucket and handed it to the Princess, which she accepted sheepishly. He picked up the bottle in a towel, removing the foil from the top. Loosening wire, holding on to the cork he turned the bottle. It let out a small pop, but the cork gently came out. She handed flute to the koopa who filed the glass halfway with the carbonated liquid. He placed the bottle back in the ice bucket and bowed. "Enjoy the food and champagne, if you need anything else just say so. The communication system in the kingdom will get your message to me promptly." Bowing again, he then turned to the door and quickly left the room, the door closing swiftly behind him.

The Princess stood there holding the cold glass a bit stunned. Being under such strict conditions she wasn't afforded much in the way of comfort despite being a princess. She found herself slightly uncomfortable with the way things were going. She had maids and the like in the kingdom, but they were close, like a family to her. The impersonal, but efficient attitude chilled her a bit. She took a small sip of the champagne, still concerned. The sweet liquid surprised her. The taste was unlike anything she's experienced, the thought of the staff fleeting. She took another sip, larger this time. Holding in her mouth she savored the taste. Examining the glass, the liquid appeared pink and fixed very lightly, bubbles almost dancing in the glass.

She swallowed the still surprisingly cool liquid. She examined the platter, and decided on picking up a small sandwich by the colored toothpick. It appeared to be a very rare roast beef, with a light glaze of mayonnaise and a thin piece of lettuce on top of it. Ignoring her usual demure etiquette she took a large bite from the sandwich. The sandwich was heavenly, nearly beyond definition in it's brilliant taste. She found herself hungrier still as she finished up the small bite of the sandwich. She had not realized that she had ate little more than the mushroom that lead to the act of, in all honesty, carnal lust. She ate three more sandwiches before stopping herself from eating too quickly and ending up losing what little she had in her stomach to the toilet. a

She took another sip of the champagne and wiped some bread crumbs from her face. She took a moment and stared at herself in the massive mirror. She dropped the robe and took a step back from the mirror to get a better view of her body. She could hardly believe the person she was seeing in the mirror was herself. Her hair was unkempt and unwashed, her body still drenched in sweat. Still, it didn't seem nearly out of the ordinary as her stomach. She could still feel the pearl liquid inside her, distending her stomach. She placed her hand lightly on her stomach, smiling at the image of her being pregnant. A trickle of the pearl liquid oozed down her leg. Worrying about staining the carpet she rushed over to the bathtub and turned on the water. A pool of warm water began filling the tub. She grabbed another sandwich, this one appearing to be peanut butter and jelly, which did not disappoint.

Holding the rest of the sandwich in her mouth she picked up the champagne bottle and refilled her glass. Finishing the sandwich the princess walked to the tub. Steam rolled off of the water as she dipped her foot into the water. The hot water made her wince slightly, but the feeling of it against her skin made her shiver. She sighed as she lay down in the water, her body sinking beneath the rippling water. The sweat and dirt melted off her body as she settled in the tub. She leaned her head back, finding a small pillow behind her head. Fearing it would be ruined, the princess finished off her glass of champagne and set the glass down on the ground beside the tub.

Peach found herself feeling a little lightheaded, which she attributed to a lack of much rest from the day's events. She closed her eyes in contemplation. She thought about what this union would bring. Peace, love, children, something she'd previously only dreamt of, perhaps not in this manner. Why was she accepting this though? Bowser's done no worse in the past, if anything he's been more conservative in his efforts. This could be by far the worst he's done, yet she found herself forgiving him, and accepting him. Could he have changed? That didn't make sense, she has never been treaten worse than she was today. Being pulled from her castle in a bloody invasion, stripped, groped, raped. The koopas that captured her, the Hammer Brothers, Bowser. She questioned the whole situation, the proposal, wondering if Bowser's intentions were true. He seemed sincere, but he hasn't done anything to be entirely trustworthy.

As justified as she would be she couldn't find herself getting angry at Bowser. Granted she had violated in nearly every way imaginable, but she had honestly found it arousing. To be dominated so, treated as something so far from a princess. The more she thought about it all the less it made sense to her. Numerous koopas violating her with little care about her well-being, but the images that flashed through her mind didn't make her angry. She wasn't ashamed of what happened, fearful of them. Quite the contrary, she just found herself aroused.

She could think of little more than being in the throws of sexual ecstasy. A familiar feeling washed over her body, each inch of her body felt like it was in overdrive. The hot water seemed to embrace her body. She held onto herself as she moaned. Eyes flying open, her arms pressed against her breasts sent a shiver down her spine. Both nipples erect and exceptionally sensitive. She lightly touched it with a finger, causing her to shudder. She pinched her left nipple inquisitively, she curled her toes as a wave of pleasure washed over her body.

She wanted, no, ached for more but it scarcely seemed possible in this tub. Freeing her nipple of the pincer, she crawled out of the bath and crumbled onto the carpeting face first. The plush shag carpeting brushing against her skin causing a loud moan to escape her lips. She rolled onto her back and found the cool air somewhat refreshing, but the lust she felt made that matter little. She needed a release. Hesitant, her hands glided down. She had gone through a lot today, least of all losing her virginity, and to Bowser's massive pole nonetheless.

The ache for a release grasped her too much, she spread her legs. Her fingers rubbed the lips of her sore cunt, they still looked red. Despite her experiences earlier in the day she felt no pain, just the urge being satisfied. Vigorously grinding her fingers against her slit she grabbed her breast with her free hand, squeezing the soft pillow lightly. Her fingers came to rest on her clit, pressing lightly on the small nub she began rubbing it vigorously. The juices from her cunt providing a slick lubrication, Her fingers moving up and down the sensitive swollen organ.

She took a brief look at her snatch, noticing that her clit's size. Peach had been told it was adapted from a penis in the womb, but the red miniature penis was startlingly large. It had to have been at least as large as the tip of her pinky finger. Her fingers pressed harder onto her clit, almost against her will. She bit her lip and tucked into a small ball as a wave of pleasure worked it's way through her body. She laid on the soaking carpet panting, her fingers still pressed into her snatch.

The release wasn't enough, she continued to vigorously rub her clit, the other hand free from her breast now plunged into her cunt. Her fingers curled as she ached to scratch the itch that disturbed her so. A wave of pleasure as she touched what she could only assume was her g-spot. She kicked her legs out in a spasm of pleasure. Her feet hit the base of the sink, the bottle of champagne tumbling off the countertop. It hit the carpeting with a dull thud and some of the carbonated wine splashed out next to her.

The cool liquid startled her, causing her to shirk away from it briefly. She noticed the delicious wine pouring out, she hurried over to drink up what had not completely soaked into the carpeting. The wave of heat grew, she groaned in frustration, the image of her recent sexual experiences pouring into her mind, the hammer brothers in particular. Fred, or George, she couldn't quite recall which, penetrating her ass. Quite frankly her first experience of anything of sexual pleasure given to her by someone else. She ached for it again, her eyes resting on the bottle of champagne.

She righted the bottle, some of the liquid still resting at the bottom of it. She squatted over the mouth of the bottle and rested her asshole it's green lip. The puckering star opened as she eased herself onto it. The cool glass entering her hole with some relative ease, either due to the bath, the koopa's earlier penetration or his seed. She was somewhat thankful it didn't hurt as much as it had the first time for whatever reason. Her calfs burned as she straddled the bottle. She grabbed the bottle with one hand, her other arm keeping her balance which proved useless.

She toppled forward, her face slamming into the alcohol soaked carpeting. A rush of liquid pouring out of the bottle into her bowels with surprising speed. The feeling of the cool bubbling liquid in her ass made her cringe. It sloshed in her belly, her head ached, as did her arms from unfruitfully breaking her fall face forward into the carpet. The notion of removing the bottle and expelling the liquid briefly passed through her mind before she felt a sharp pain in her stomach causing her to buckle. The ache for release only growing. She was in an awkward position, but she would use it to her advantage.

She grabbed the bottle with one hand, the other using to keep her body somewhat leveled and the smell of booze soaked carpeting out of her face. She withdrew the bottle to the opening of her asshole, the rounded opening of the bottle dragging against her innards. She shivered, the bottle almost acting as a vacuum as she felt the liquid, still surprisingly chilled, follow suit. She plunged it back in, the rush of liquid forced forward and the friction from the bottle moving deeper in her. She shuddered, an orgasm hitting her body like a freight train. She fell forward, her arm wrapped around her head.

Her head was basting in the liquor soaked carpeting, but she cared little now. Her now free hand plunging into her slit as she continued to pump the bottle in and out of her ass. She was convinced the champagne had to be enchanted in someway at this point as it continued to maintain the same temperature it had when she took her first sip. It moved inside of her like a wave, sloshing back and forth with each pull and push from the bottle. Still, as she pumped she felt no less satisfied. Each orgasm racked her body harder and harder, but she wanted more. The pressure in her bowels strangely lessening with each orgasm, the cool slick feeling changing to a slightly luke-warm thick liquid which she might later realize was the koopa brother's load still persisting inside her body.

What must have been at least a good 20 minutes passed as she pumped both of her holes. Her mind in a daze of sexual release, changing positions briefly occasionally between orgasms. She heard the door creak after she had lost the energy to continue. The small butler like koopa walked in to find her panting, her legs spread eagle, her thighs coated with her own juices. Despite the stupor she had the presence of mind to remove the bottle from her asshole before lying on her back, instead shoving it well past the narrow neck of the bottle into her cunt.

The koopa held a platter with a few piles of white plush cloth and a dark leather on it. He took one of the white cloths, a smaller one, and wet it in the sink. The reptile dabbed it against her sweating forehead, her eyes closed still panting. He removed the bottle with great care. The princess fussed a bit, but shortly stopped after he pressed the wet cloth against her slit. She shuddered as he continued to clean her with the damp cloth, groaning as he returned to the sink twice to wet the it again.

The small koopa sighed as he grabbed under her arms, his hands briefly stroking against one of her breasts. She jumped, her arms shot around his neck with a great speed. She tried to pull him towards her, but his strength kept him from falling onto her chest. He struggled to prop her up against the wall, she persisted to try and pull him to her, undoubtedly trying to convince him to fuck her in what primitive communication she maintained at this point. He managed to free himself from her grip and she relaxed in a frustrated sigh.

A splash of cold water hit her in the face, she grunted. Another splash of cold water, she groaned as she urged her arm to wipe the water from her face. Again, cold water. Her eye shot open as she opened her mouth to yell. The koopa held a single finger in front of her eyes waving it back and forth.

"None of that please." He said calmly. "The night guards are sleeping just down the hall and they've had enough trouble these last few days."

She shut her mouth promptly, eyes focused on the small turtle.

"Good," he said with a smile. He held a small stack of leather clothing in his arms. "Bowser wants you to put this on, considering what you've just been through I think it's best you do this yourself. I enjoy my life too much to have it cut down because the King's wife decided to jump my loins due to a pair of leather panties that couldn't cloth a large hamster." He paused, and sighed. "Unless you feel like you can control yourself."

She blinked at the koopa. She ached, but didn't have the overwhelming urge to shove whatever phallic object near by into her crevices. "I think I'm better now," she said softly. "I can't say I really have the strength to stand up, but I wouldn't blame you for not trusting me."

He sighed, "Very well, I'll help you. At least I'll go out with a blast if you're lying. My dad always used to say death by sex was every man's best way to die, despite my refusal to hear him say the words at every turn," he said. He grabbed half of the stack and handed it to the princess. "You should be able to put on the top, I'll work on getting the bottom on. Probably safer considering how sensitive your breasts look and their size might be too hard to avoid."

She cocked her head to her side, as she stared at him. She gazed at her breasts, they were huge. They had grown at least a few cup sizes, and had a strange color. As did the rest of her body, almost as though she had been tanning recently. She was inquisitive, but right now didn't seem like the best time to try anything too exciting. She unfolded the piece of clothing she was handed. There wasn't much to the black leather suit. The neck seemed to extend down quite a bit in the front, she couldn't help but wonder if the entire intention there was to show off as much cleavage as possible. Rather strangely the shoulders seemed to extend quite a bit, and taper to a point. The sides were bare around the stomach. What connected the top to the bottom were two pieces of leather in the front and the back, the front being wider than the back. These pieces met down at her crotch which couldn't leave much to the imagination.

Was she really going to be wearing this sheer leather V out in public? It hardly looked comfortable or appropriate for anything more than a very private night. She couldn't make out how she was going to put it on without stretching the leather to some rather extremes. "Um, how do I put it on?" She asked the koopa sheepishly.

He looked up at her, he had been working on putting on her boots, which didn't surprise her much at this point considering what he had been given. "There should be a few buckles somewhere it. They're a bit hard to find considering they're intended to be hidden. Let me help you with that."

The princess handed him the garment. He fumbled with it for a bit before finding one of the buckles. She heard a light click and it was handed back to her. The buckle was found above the crotch. She found another one in the back just above what would be her ass cheeks. A few thin straps and buckles seemed to be attached on the inside of the top. Some up near the shoulders, others down near her pelvis. She ignored them and slipped it over her head. She struggled to pull it down enough to buckle it but her newly found buxom rack was proving too large for her new attire.

"I'm sorry to be a pain, but it seems to be too small," she said.

The koopa smiled. "No need to worry," he said. He rubbed his hands together, they glowed with a faint green light. He laid his hands on her shoulders and stepped back. Green hand prints remained where his hands were for a few brief seconds before dissipating. The leather garb jumped to life as the buckles came together. The leather material tight against her skin pressed heavily against her breasts, but soon began to expand. It grew in some places, shrank in others to fit her perfectly. There wasn't an centimeter of wasted space yet it fit surprisingly comfortable.

"Amazing. I've never seen anything like that before!" She said as her hands ran over the tight formfitting garment.

"I spent a few years learning from Bowser's head wizard. He told me you two met earlier," He said. "Now all that's left are the accessories." He held out his hand to her. "If you'll please stand."

She took his hand and slowly stood. She felt dizzy, and her legs felt weak, but she eventually got to her feet. She had trouble standing up straight, but she attributed part of it due to the two inch heels she was wearing that did not suit the thick plush carpeting well.

The small koopa saw her struggle and ran to the platter on the counter. He picked up a small vial and handed it to her. "Drink this. It ought to make you feel better."

"Thank you," she said, taking the bottle. Uncorking it she got a strong whiff of the liquid's foul odor. She held her breath briefly and drank it. It hadn't tasted nearly as bad as it smelled but still might have done without it if she felt even the slightest bit better. Still, it did it's job and quickly. She capped the bottle and placed it back on the plate. She was promptly handed a rather strange pair of gloves by the small koopa. The gloves were long, extending just short of her elbow, and made of leather with several spikes around the opening of the glove. The spikes didn't seem particularly sharp, in fact she just noticed that they were adorned on her boots as well.

The koopa was busy trying to untangle a billowy piece of black cloth. "You see those black spiked bands?" He said underneath the cloth. "Put those on. The larger ones around your thighs, the smaller ones around your upper arm. I'll help you with the buckles after I can get this damn skirt thing to cooperate."

She nodded and picked them up. "I think I have these buckles figured out, but I have to ask. Why all of the spikes and black leather?" She asked him as she began strapping the first larger one around her left thigh.

"A tradition in the koopa kingdom is for royalty to wear some sort of band on the arms," he said finally in control of the piece of cloth. "The spikes aren't a necessity, but Bowser figured it would work well with the outfit considering his choice. You know, King and Queen, both wearing black leather with spikes."

She nodded. " I guess that makes sense, doesn't quite explain the need for such a bare outfit though."

The koopa laughed. "Probably Lord Bowser's request. Here, this will make it a little less revealing." He attached the cloth to her left on one of the buckles on the piece of leather. He ran the free side around to her other side and attached it at the same area on her right.

She looked in the mirror. That small addition gave her, more or less, a leather skirt around her hips. High in the front near her bellybutton, slightly lower in the back. It extended just beyond her kneecaps and looked to be layered every few inches. It didn't quite cover her still somewhat exposed crotch, but did help make her feel a bit more clothed. Still, despite wearing much less clothing than she was used to she loved how it looked. She didn't care for completely wearing black, but she had to admit she looked very sexy. The koopa whistled, causing Peach to blush and cover her chest. "Thank you for your help." She paused. "I just realized, I never got your name."

"It's Scott my Queen," he said kneeling. "And it was my pleasure."

She blushed even more and tapped the small koopa on the shoulder. "That's not necessary Scott. I don't need to be treated like that."

"He does when I'm around," a familiar voice rang. She looked up to see Bowser standing in the doorway. "I was beginning to wonder if you got lost. Thank you for helping her Scott. You're dismissed for the rest of the day. Feel free to do what you wish."

"Thank you my lord," Scott said, standing and nodding to the king, then turning around and nodding to the queen. "It's been a pleasure." He said to her and left.

"You look tired dear," Bowser said.

"Yeah, I had quite an experience." She said. "I wish someone had told me that being drunk from champagne would make me so horny."

"Ah, well there's a good reason for that," he said picking up the bottle. "I had Ian whip up a little surprise for you. Pink Mushroom champagne, I'm afraid someone forgot to put that on the bottle or tell you for that matter. In fact, all of what they gave you had some of our little light-red aphrodisiac spore."

"Oh you prick," she said sarcastically as she punched Bowser in the arm with surprising force causing him to lose his balance. She shrieked and ran to help him up. "Oh sorry, I guess I don't know my own strength."

Bowser chuckled to himself. "It's alright. Come, there's much of this castle I have to show you." He held his arm out for her.

"Oh, right." She said, taking his large muscular arm with both hands. They walked into the hallway, she looked up and down it. "Where are the Mario Brothers? They were right here earlier."

"I'm sure they're perfectly fine," Bowser said as they continued down the hallway. "I'm sure they're down in the training room with some of my koopa troopers sparing or something." Bowser put his arm around her shoulders and drew her closer to him.

To be continued...