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Junior grumbled and growled to himself as he stalked through the halls of his father's keep. There were plenty of times that being the Prince of the Koopas was the best thing in the world. Like anything else, there were just as many times where it was the absolute worst thing in the world. At least that's what the teenage heir thought. Being a teen meant that he was utterly entitled to his opinion based on his vast worldly experience; and being the son of the king meant that he was equally entitled to find someone to bitch to.

Which is what really sucked right now. He'd been around the palace long enough that the guards and servants knew his moods. The way he'd burst from his bed chambers this morning had sent a clear message through the castle. A message carried by the speed only servants could manage. The Crown Prince Koopa was either looking to bitch someone's ear off, fuck something hard, or both. They weren't sure which until it happened and frankly neither was he. Usually didn't take him long to figure out. Although one would usually lead to the other. What he really needed was just an outlet. Something beyond the occasional tennis match or kart racing. While they were fun, his dad always made sure that he was on his best behavior. Why? Why do all these stupid fucking things with the Mushroom folk when they'd showed many, many times before that they had the far superior army. Pops had proven that so many times when he just waltzed into the castle and kidnap...invited their ruler over to his castle. The kingdoms could have been united so very long ago if it hadn't been for those brothers. Still didn't understand how those two could just waltz past all the guards and get her back every time.

Two fucking brothers routinely humiliated all their guards. Not the good ones, mind, just the slow, stupid ones. Pops kept the best of his guards back in reserve. He'd questioned Bowser about that before, wondering why they were in reserve rather than laying wait in ambush. "I'm playing the long game," his dad had told him. When he'd asked if his dad just enjoyed losing to that red fatass, his father had taken the time and effort to explain just why things were the way they are.

Not really. He'd just smacked Junior across the face and said he fucking knew best and not to be a dumb little shit. Pops believed in tough love like that. Which explained why he was a little bastard with several bastard siblings.

Memory of his father's rough hands and hard words made anger well in his gut. He had to find someone to vent to. To scream and yell and stomp around even if all he got in response was nods and dumb fuck, blank expressions. Which was another thing. If they ruled the Mushroom kingdom, as they rightfully should, then he'd have someone interesting to talk to. Maybe someone that didn't care too much if he were the crown fucking prince. He wasn't allowed to leave the kingdom, and was watched like a hawk when he did leave the castle. Watched so closely that he might as well have not even fucking left. Couldn't very well go even visit Birdo's House and get his rocks off, or find someone to chill with. Not after the last incident.

Junior stomped down the corridor to the great hall. He knew that the servants and guards were there, could feel their eyes on him, saw the doors shut as he stormed down the hall, heard their mutters as he passed. Jaws tightened as he chanted to himself. It didn't matter what they thought of him. He was the Koopa Prince, rightfully so, appointed by Bowser himself. They were beneath him, beneath his notice. He huffed as he burst through the doors to the great hall. Food was laid out across the tables, ready for anyone to come in and grab something to eat throughout the day. They really only had official meals on the rare occasion Bowser decided to have them. Junior grabbed a plate and fixed himself a meal before plopping down at the head table, digging into his food sullenly.

Last big, official dinner they'd had was the last time Pops had kidnapped Peach. Then suddenly everything had to be neat and clean and good looking. Bowser had even sent people to his room to make sure he cleaned up everywhere before dinner. He dug into the mountain of food on his plate, not really even tasting it as he devoured it. Really didn't get why Pops was so up in arms to capture Peach and then do... something with her. Was never really clear about that. All part of the long game. Whatever the fuck that was. He kept telling himself that he didn't care, but it really dug at him sometimes. He picked at a roll as he thought to himself. What's the big fucking deal with Peach anyway? Why not go for her dad since he was the ruler? Not like she was anything special. What with her creamy skin, long legs... Her full lips that always seemed to whisper some secret promise. That look of wide-eyed innocence she always had. And those hips that were always tucked so neatly away inside of her dress. A dress made of a material so fine he was afraid to touch it least it tear away and leave her bare...

Shoving his plate away, the crown prince surged to his feet and stomped out of the room. That's it, he had to find Bishop. If not to bitch at the Yoshi and at least get something in response other than a blank stare, then maybe for something else altogether.

Yeah, Bishop was Bowser's boyfriend, bitch, side fuck something or other. Never was sure exactly what the Yoshi was for Bowser. It never really came up. When it did, it was usually treated the same was as his plans for Peach and the Mushroom kingdom. Don't ask, don't tell, now shut the fuck up. If he didn't know better, he'd say that Pops was almost embarrassed of what Bishop was to him. Which was weird. He was the fucking King Koopa, who cared what he did?

Bishop was right where Junior expected him to be. The Yoshi was still abed in his chambers. Not the same ones that Bowser used, but right across the hall. Like everyone else in the castle, he knew that they shared their beds often enough. This morning, Bishop was still in his suites enjoying his breakfast. A much smaller meal than the one Junior had consumed mere moments before. The blue Yoshi looked up with a smile as Junior burst into the room, as if he were fully expecting him. Which he might have, considering the speed at which word could travel around the keep. Head angled a touch as Bishop smiled sweetly at him. "Junior, what a surprise. Do come in and have a seat, you can join me for breakfast."

The words, gentle and soft as they were, reminded him that he'd just barged in without so much as a knock. They brought a blush to Junior's cheeks as he coughed nervously. "Sorry about busting in like this."

Any offense, if they had even been one, was waved away with a gloved hand. Bishop offered him a smile that radiated friendliness. "It's alright, heard you thumping your way down the hall long before you got here. Like father like son." He leaned back and nibbled on a bit of jam coated toast. "So what's on your mind so early, Junior?"

There was something about the male's presence that was always so soothing to him, which oddly enough tended to unsettle the Prince. Despite any misgivings he might have had, Junior found himself spilling out all his frustrations to the Yoshi across the table from him. Bishop made the same noises of interest that the other castle dwellers would, but unlike them he would also ask questions and comment. Nothing too probing or condescending. Just a little thing here and there to prod along the venting process whenever Junior would start to slow down. As the koopa royal talked, the Yoshi quickly finished his much more modest breakfast before rising and putting a kettle on to heat. A few times his anger had started to get the better of him and he felt the urge to rise and throw or smash something. Each time he reached a boil, the Yoshi would say something or touch him gently in a way that stalled his rage before it could get the better of him. Junior talked and talked as he never had before. Going until he ran out of things to say.

After his words ran out, Junior found himself just sitting in the chair and staring blankly at the floor. Head tilted just a touch as his eyes followed the patterns on the rug that stretched across the room. Silence reigned for a moment as Bishop arranged the tea pot and some treats on a tray. "Do you know what I do here, Junior? I mean, I know you've asked your father what I do, but he's never told you." It wasn't a question, he'd flat out told Bishop that a moment ago. But the ranting and rambling had left the koopa drained enough that all he did was shake his head in answer. "I," he set the tea pot down with a flourish, adding a plate of baked treats to the table; "am one who comforts." He poured the tea with practiced ease. "Which forbid it ever be publically known that even the mighty King Koopa needs a little TLC now and then, but that's his choice so I respect it." Bishop set the cup down a little harder than necessary. He took a breath to calm himself before smiling, "But that's beside the point. What matters here and now is that you've come here and I think it's time I provide you some comfort as well."

Junior took a sip of the tea that was set out for him. He made a taste at the flavor, he'd never been a fan of the stuff. It was good, he guessed, he knew that Bishop wouldn't settle for anything less than the best he could get. Wasn't sure it was for him though. He grabbed one of the brownies off the table and took a big bite out of it to get the taste of the tea off his tongue. Just talking about it all had made him feel better, but he didn't really know what the Yoshi was talking about. At least he hoped he didn't know what Bishop was talking about. Things might get weird otherwise. "What type of comfort?" he asked, feeling a strangely nervous flutter in his stomach. His tongue rolled around inside of his mouth as he chewed on the brownie. There was something off about it. Not a bad off, just a funny sort of off.

In just a few seconds, he began to feel kind of strange and floaty. Lips twitched as a smile began to crawl its way across his face. The colors of the rug became more vibrant as he stared at it, the patterns starting to swirl of their own accord. He blinked slowly as a giggle worked its way up his throat unbidden. He popped the rest of the treat into his mouth and swallowed it down after just a couple chews.

Bishop moved before him slowly, the Yoshi smiling as well, but for his own reasons. "Didn't take too much for you to start feeling it, now did it? Usually takes your dad another brownie or two to get giggling." Hands ran over Junior's thighs slowly, making the heir shudder as he giggled out a soft moan. "But he is so very much bigger than you still and much tenser usually." Gloves as soft as silk whispered over his thighs and inched towards his groin. Breath hitched around the next giggle as those fingers traced over his groin and gently brushed at the fine hide that hid his privates. Flesh bulged with all the vigor of his teenage lusts. Fingers gently parted his male slit and drew his flaccid cock out. Soft flesh began to firm the instant that Bishop's fingers curled around it and began to pump steadily. Junior was far from a virgin. He'd had plenty of practice with various koopas, Birdo, a couple other yoshis, but never with Bishop. As far as he knew this particular keep dweller was off limits to all but Bowser.

At least that's what he'd always thought.

If Bishop belonged solely to Bowser, he certainly didn't act like it. He happily popped Junior's cockhead into his mouth and began to suckle on it as his hands rolled over the shaft. The yoshi's powerful, agile tongue rolled over his tip with a hungry moan. Lips pursed and rolled just behind his fat crown as the male's eyes shut with pleasure. Junior huffed and let his head fall back against the seat as he was sucked by a professional. Bishop worked slowly and carefully. Lips popped over the koopa prince's tip and down his firming cock. Eyes shut just a little as he worked his head this way and that with each slow bob. After only a few seconds, Bishop leaned forward with a soft gulp, taking every last inch of the royal's knob into his hungry maw. He shifted as he kept his lips pressed against the male's groin. Off came his gloves, both placed up on the table as he gladly knelt between the koopa's thighs. Bishop looked up at Junior with a smile as his mighty tongue curled round and round and round the royal scepter. He wrapped his tongue around every last inch of the cock and worked the sticky muscle around the spire. Junior was panting as the Yoshi drew back with a soft slurp. Lips and tongue came off the cock with a wet pop as the rock hard cock was released from his maw. It sprang upwards, nearly smacking the young ruler's belly, before falling back to bounce off the yoshi's muzzle.

"Should I continue, my prince?" He said in a sultry tone, half teasing as he nuzzled the underside of the cock. Bishop tilted his head just a touch and allowed his tongue to run over Junior's base before wrapping around the male's large balls. "When was the last time these got a proper draining?"

Junior groaned, gritting his teeth as the tongue played with him. Usually when he was with someone, it was just a matter of getting off as fast as possible then going back to whatever. He'd never actually had someone toy with him like this before. "Mean just using my hand? Last night. You mean someone else, been a couple days."

Another slow lick. Tongue curling around Junior's balls before slithering up the shaft like a seductive serpent. He drew the tongue back with a slurp, "No, I mean a proper draining. Taking the time to make sure it's done right and you don't have a drop left when they're done. If it's done really right, then you won't even be able to walk straight." Nose brushed against the underside of the shaft as he planted a kiss on it. He caught the confused/lustful look in Junior's eye and chuckled, "Have another brownie and let Bishop work, dear."

He was panting now, chest heaving as the lips closed around just his cockhead, tongue nudging his cumslit. "Kay," came the grunting reply as he blindly grabbed at another chocolatey treat. It took every ounce of his concentration to lift the brownie and get it to his mouth. Even then, he nearly smashed it across his face when the yoshi's maw drove down his cock with a hungry slurp. Thighs quaked as Bishop moaned around his cock. Sweet vibrations raced up and down his club as the male worked him like none other had. Bishop was worshipping his cock, treating it like the royal tool that it was. His tongue danced along the shaft, bouncing from one bump to the next, playing a perverse game of connect the dots as it raced from base to tip and back. He slurped long and loud as he bobbed his head. One hand rested on Junior's thigh, the other braced on the floor underneath him. The male's precum was sharp and strong, his musk filling the yoshi's senses. It was so like his father's scent, but yet worlds apart. His own cock was jutting proudly from his slit by now, Bishop turned on by the taste and presence of the male before him. Musky scent filled his nostrils, the wholesome natural scent of these koopas. Undiluted by perfumes or soaps or anything one might call civilized. It was primal, pure, and seductive. He could lose himself in that scent. Bathe in it if he could. It reminded him of where he was happiest in the world.

Bishop began to bob his head faster. Loud, lewd slurps filled the room with each pass. Junior's moans started to compete with the sound of his hungry cock sucking. He knew that he should slow down. That this male wouldn't have his father's stamina. He knew that he should slow down, take his time. Let the teenage prince build to a proper peak that would unleash his load deep down a hungry throat. Despite what his thinking mind knew, his body was screaming something else entirely at him. He began to drool around the cock as the flavor overwhelmed him. His hands were moving even as he tried to will his body to stop. One cupping Junior's too-heavy purse and rolling the crown jewels. Meanwhile the other traced over the prince's taint. Junior shifted his body forward on the seat without thinking, slouching so that Bishop's fingers could press against his pucker. Skilled fingers worked and tickled against the virgin back door. They slipped up and gathered some of the salvia that was dripping off the koopa's balls. Driving his hand back down, he worked two fingers into the princely pucker.

Junior gasped at the new sensation, nearly jumping from the chair as Bishop's fingers rubbed over his prostate. The koopa lurched upwards only to fall back into the chair as his knees gave out an instant later. It was all he could do to just moan as his cock jumped. Bishop pulled away as soon as he felt those muscles gathering under him. The hungry maw slipped off the cock right as it tensed before him. Eyes shut in bliss and maw hung open with a hungering need as his fingers curled around the shaft. He could feel that tension surging up the length as it leapt in his grasp. His thumb unconsciously followed the first shot as it raced up the breeder before exploding from the tip. Bishop kept a firm grasp on the koopa cannon as it unleased the first volley across his blue muzzle. Hands worked to prolong Junior's climax, milking his prostate and stroking the shaft to coax more thick cream across his pleased features. He could feel it as it ran down his neck and shoulders. Dripped off his chin and onto his belly.

There was disappointment when the cum stopped raining down on him. There always was. Even without opening his eyes, not that he could since the koopa's seed covered them, he knew that he was a glorious mess. Both hands came up to Junior's cock, cradling it as he stroked the flesh. He could feel the warmth still surging through the hard length. It wouldn't take more than a minute before the prince was ready to roll again.

Head rolled as Junior gasped for breath. The entire world was spinning and drifting under him. Felt like the only thing that was keeping him from floating out of the chair was the yoshi's hands wrapped around his cock. He stared at the ceiling for a long moment, jaw slack as he tried to catch his breath. It was only when Bishop released his cock that his head swung around. A laugh bubbled up his throat at the sight of the Yoshi. "Look like a giant cake all covered in frosting." Just mentioning cake made his stomach grumble with hunger. Junior licked his lips and looked over at the plate of treats, wondering how many of them had been spiced up with whatever was making him feel this way.

A slurp drew his attention back to Bishop. The Yoshi was using his long tongue to clean off his muzzle with long sweeps. Junior's cock twitched as he watched it wrap around the muzzle before cleaning another swath of his cum off the male's face. Bishop finished each lick with a pleased smack of his lips and a low purr. It took several sweeps before he was able to open one eye. Then the other. He smiled up at Junior as his head twisted to get the thick drips off his belly. Some had managed to miss the talented Yoshi, staining the rug under them. "Sorry about that," Junior mumbled distantly.

"For being that backed up, or for spilling on my rug?" The blue male gave him a sideways grin, "For the latter, worse has happened here. For the former, we can fix that." He stood up and petted Junior's cock with just the tips of his fingers. A low, sultry croon came from the blue Yoshi. "If you think you're ready for it, I certainly could go for more." He stood, fingers lingering on the cock tip.

Junior followed the touch upwards, "Think I got some more in me." He shivered and giggled as the feathery touch danced over his tip. Precum clung to the bare digits, drawing away in clear strings as Bishop stepped back.

He smiled coyly and licked his fingers. "Then why don't we see about getting it in me?" He spun on his bare feet, one leg lifting ever so slightly. The yoshi's wide, stubby tail flicked up to show off his pink pucker. Bishop looked over his shoulder and smiled as he reached back to hike his tail up just a little more. "Gonna stand there all day?" he purred before hopping into the next room. Junior followed him, drawn to that thick tail like metal to a magnet. Bishop skipped ahead of him, throwing back the heavy curtains that surrounded his canopied bed. The Yoshi had to hop up onto his bed, since it was built more for someone of Bowser's size. As such, Bishop needed to half jump, half scramble onto the bed. Looking over his shoulder, he smiled as he wiggled his wide hips nice and slow, cooing at the koopa. Junior swayed, eyes locked onto the pink flush of the male's rear. Looked like a pink rose in a field of flesh snow, beckoning him closer.

Junior heaved himself up onto the bed with a grunt. The bed was extremely soft and yielded under him. He wobbled a bit as he crawled over to the Yoshi. It was like he was trying to walk on a cloud. Possibly, but took a bit of balancing and work to get any good purchase on it. Wobbling his way up over Bishop, he huffed softly as he slid over the male. BJ's rougher hide scraped against the male's smooth flesh as he got into position behind the smaller male. Leaning back, he grabbed tight onto the blue yoshi's hips and jabbed his raging hard cock against the silken rear. He shifted his hand to press against the wide underside of Bishop's tail so he could shove it up higher. Slick precum dripped from his raging erection and slicked up the male's backside before he honed in right on that rosy pucker.

Lips peeled back in a savage snarl as the koopa shoved his thick cock into the waiting ass. Bishop hugged a pillow to his chest and cried out happily as his ass was stretched so beautifully by that glorious, thick cock. Junior slammed his body forward until his sword was fully sheathed inside of the smaller male. He arched his back with a deep growl, eyes rolling back in his head as the male's rear clenched down around his cock. The koopa knew that he was pretty freaking big, could only imagine that his pop was larger. Despite that, the blue male's ass was so deliciously snug around him.

A lick of flame rolled from Junior's lips as he arched over Bishop's body. Plump hips wiggled back against his lap as the Yoshi panted happily under him. Junior heaved his body forward and grabbed onto the headboard, every muscle tensing as he drew out. His next thrust was met with a mighty smack of flesh on flesh as he buried himself into Bishop. The yoshi's eyes rolled back as he uttered a throaty groan, tongue rolling happily from his maw. He held tight onto his pillow, hard cock being driven against the satin pillow cover. Taloned feet dug into the covers as Junior threw everything he had into fucking the male under him. Deep grunts and breathless gasps filled the air, competing with the heavy smack of ass on groin.

The bed didn't give him nearly as much purchase to go at his usual pace. It forced him to slow down and put more force into each thrust. Instead of his usual just fuck until he blew and get it over with. He was having to work harder, use more of his muscles to drive himself against the Yoshi. Bishop squirmed under him, tail smacking against Junior's chest as the koopa rode him like a cheap Birdo.

"What do we have here?" the growl rolled over the pair, making Bishop twist with a gasp. Bowser stood there with a sly smirk, a fat blunt resting in his fingers. Junior didn't notice his father right away, the prince intent on simply fucking at the moment. Bishop reached back and grabbed at his hip, trying to still the enthusiastic Prince. Bowser chuckled and shook his head as he stuck one end of the stuffed cigar into his mouth. The King stomped over to the bed, dropped a heavy hand on his son's head, and twisted it to the side. "Junior, give me a light."

Junior huffed, heavy balls churning as they smacked against Bishop's body. "Huh? Oh sure." Throat rolled as the younger koopa spat out a thin streamer of flame for his father. Bowser angled his head, keeping the end of the blunt in that flame as he took a deep pull off it. Junior's clouded eyes blinked before widening slowly as it finally dawned on him just what he was doing and in front of whom. His thrusts slowed until they simply stopped, his groin pressed tight against Bishop's rump.

Bowser took a slow draw before letting the thick smoke crawl from his mouth with each word. "Leave for a couple hours and I find you in bed with my boy, Bishop." A large hand closed around the Yoshi's jaw, lifting it up. "Dunno who I'm more surprised by really. You for being in bed with him, or for him finally nutting up and coming to get some of your primo ass." He released his hold on Junior as he took another long draw off his cigar. Junior blinked in confusion as his father forced Bishop's head higher. Shifting the blunt to his free hand, the king of koopas locked lips with his blue bitch and exhaled the thick smoke into Bishop's waiting mouth until it leaked from Bishop's mouth. The male's eyes drooped with a soft moan, lips curling in a half smile as his tail thumped lazily against Junior's thick belly. Eyes rolled back as the kiss broke, smoke slowly rolling from the yoshi's mouth as he simply savored it.

The king heaved himself up into the bed, the entire mattress shifting under his weight. Junior, still unsure of what to make of this just yet, felt his gaze drop as his father shoved at his chest and growled at him to move. Bishop's hand rested on top of Junior's, keeping it on his hip as he shoved back against the koopa prince. The pair of them shuffled backwards to make room as Bowser shoved himself between the headboard and the Yoshi. Junior's eyes dropped as they were moved, catching sight of his father's half-erect cock. Even in its semi-flaccid state the king koopa was easily as thick and long as he was. Bishop breathed out a groan as he looked at the heavy cock with red eyes. The eager male gave it a nuzzle before wrapping his tongue round and around the pole, drawing it into his mouth with a hungry slurp. Bowser met the slurp with a thrust, shoving his cock deep into Bishop's maw. The Yoshi gulped wetly around the cock as his nose was smashed into his king's groin. Bishops slurped noisly around the cock as Bowser pulled back before jamming his partner's nose right back into his musky crotch.

He took a long draw off the blunt before blowing a thick cloud of smoke right into Junior's face. "You just gonna sit there and get all soft, or are you going to fucking fuck this fuck?"

Junior tried to hold back the cough that threatened to burst out of his chest when he inhaled that smoke. Hands tightened on Bishop's hips as he began to thrust. Slowly, the prince picked up the pace as he worked to match his father's ferocious fucking. The Yoshi squirmed between them, unable to more than utter strangled moans as the koopa king's plunged down his throat. Bishop squirmed between the pair, ass clamping down hard around the pounding cock as he slurped hungrily around the other. The blue Yoshi squirmed between the pair, bracing his a hand on Bowsers thigh as the other held tight to the bedding. Junior groaned and arched as he hammered deep into the tightly clenching ass.

Bowser breathed out a thick plume of smoke, "That's my boy. Just like that. Fuck this Yoshi bitch and show him what the Koopa Prince can do." Junior growled, grabbing Bishop's thick tail around the thick base. Shoving against the soft bedding, he threw himself forward as he yanked the Yoshi back. His chest bounced off his father's, making the king rock back. Bowser growled in response, "There you go!" and shoved back in response, slamming his chest off his son's with a loud bang. The two large males grunted and snarled as they began to fuck even harder. It was like they were trying to outdo one another. Age vs experience. A veritable clash of sexual titans. Bowser lunged forward and smacked Junior's ass as they slammed against one another, "How's that fucking feel?"

Junior huffed as his cock twitched inside of Bishop's rear, "Rrrmf... feels grrreat."

Bishop was inclined to agree, but wasn't exactly in a position to voice his opinion. Got a little hard to do more than gurgle when his throat was stuffed to the brim of kingly cock. His tongue rolled against the cock as it slipped against his tight throat. Much like Junior, Bower's cock was studded with little knobs. Except the Koopa King's royal scepter was also dotted with thick, rubbery spikes and pronounced ridges. Not to mention the sheer difference in length and girth. Junior had been able to slide his tip and a bit more into the yoshi's throat, but his father was diving deep into his gullet before pulling back. His cock made a visible in the male's pale throat with each plunge. Between the dosed brownies, the mouthful of smoke, and now the thickness plunging deep into his throat, Bishop found his head swimming. Lights danced in front of his eyes as he groaned. Eyes rolled back in his head as his hips trembled, cock leaping against his belly. If he tried, he might have been able to hold off and restrain himself. Let the pleasure build until it swept over him and nearly made him black out. However, the issue was that he currently did not give a fuck.

The koopa princes' hips shook as the yoshi's powerful ass muscles clamped down around his cock and held tight. His body arched as he sucked in air, getting a nose full of the male's scent. Bishop's cock jumped as he painted the bed and his belly with his thick seed, scent competing with the sickly scent of pot and the heavy scent of the koopa royalty. Junior managed another half thrust before burying himself inside that plush ass. Flame licked at his mouth as he belched a roar towards the ceiling as he erupted like a volcano. Molten hot spunk flooded the male, making the yoshi's belly bulge with the sheer volume of his load. Bishop's tight muscle trembled around his base, trying to hold in every drop that was given him. It was like trying to stop a flood by holding up his hands and yelling stop. A flat out futile effort. Burning hot cum leaked out around Junior's cock and trickled down to drip onto the bedding.

He was still reeling from his climax, not even finished unloading his pent up balls, when Bowser's hand cupped the back of his head and jerked his head back. "That's my boy. Now here, take a deep breath of this." Junior found the blunt shoved forcefully into his mouth. He took a deep breath without thinking about just what was in his mouth. Smoke filled his mouth and tickled at his throat, making him heave and cough. "Bit too much," chuckled the King. "Exhale and again." He blew out streamers of the smoke before taking another draw. This time, letting the smoke reside in his mouth for a moment before releasing it. Eyes drooped as he let the smoke roll lazily from his mouth, simply content to exist and let things be at the moment. He was distantly aware of Bishop sliding off his cock, the Yoshi gasping as a torrent of cum was unleased once the cock popped free.

Bowser took a long pull on the blunt as Junior sank forward with a contented grunt. "How'd he do, Bishop?" the King asked his companion.

Bishop rolled his head slowly and swallowed around the koopa cock before drawing back slowly. His tongue was wrapped around the heavy club several times, unwinding as the raging hard length was freed from his maw and throat. "Not bad, all things considered." He took the offered blunt and drew off it himself, puffing thick smoke over the deep red length.

"Not bad, eh?" the larger koopa rumbled, looking over at his heir. Junior was slumped forward, a look of bliss on his face, as he rode on the high. "That's good to hear." The bed creaked as he moved slowly, cock glistening ominously in the fading light. "Still though. I feel as a father it is my duty," a snicker from both the younger koopa and Yoshi, "to give my son a lesson." Junior only distantly registered the fact that his father was moving up behind him. A hand on his thigh made the thickly built teen half roll onto his side. "Which will serve double purpose in that it will remind him who is the boss around here." Bloodshot eyes opened a little at the meaty thwack of the massive cock against Junior's ass. "Now remember, this is going to hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me." Junior twisted to look up at his father, realization not dawning on him just yet. Bowser leaned over the heir and growled, "Hail to the King, Baby."

Bishop sat against the headboard and murmured, "Hail," in response, puffing on the nearly spent blunt as Bowser shoved forward. He'd done a damn fine job of lubing his sovereign's cock up. When he didn't get a second helping of koopa cum down his throat, he had a feeling this was what it was leading to. A dopey grin twisted across his face as Junior looked to him, then back at his father, bloodshot eyes widening in that breadth of time before Bowser heaved his body forward. Realization hit at the same instant that massive cock was driven into his backside. It was only the on-the-fly preparation that allowed the king to nearly bury himself to the root on that first thrust.

Junior thrashed briefly before being shoved face down into the bed. His ass stung from the sudden penetration as the cock pierced both his ass and the haze that clung to his mind. "Quit squirming or I'll have to get rough," Bowser growled as he drew back and slammed forward. His groin impacted Junior's ass with a crack to rival thunder. The heir gasped and grabbed at the bed as a swirl of both pain and a strange pleasure raced up his spine. Bowser wasted little time in formalities. Why waste precious seconds letting the boy adjust when he could just fuck him through it, after all?

Sitting on his tail, Bishop leaned over to drop the last of the blunt into the bedside ashtray. He knew that Bowser probably had more, but he was too enthralled in watching Junior getting fucked to really care. The heavy smack of flesh on flesh echoed off the walls, competing with the throaty grunts and growls from the pair and the creaking of the sturdy bed under them. The Yoshi huffed softly, hand trailing down to rub over his own battered tail hole. He played with the sticky mess there, looking over the mess of his bedsheets. Ash and sweat and cum were being ground into the once pristine sheets and smeared across the koopas' bodies. Junior was half on his side. He'd occasionally try to squirm away or shove at his father, but Bowser had years of experience on his side. Every bit of struggle was met with a shove and a twist from the King. Junior's complaining noises faded into gasped and moans as his father's spiked and knobbed cock smashed against his prostate. As the titans struggled and fucked, Bishop caught glimpses of the prince's erection under the thickness of his belly. He had plenty of experience with just how rough Bowser could get during a good fuck, but the koopa had an innate sense of exactly how hard he could or should get with his partners. He'd come right up to the edge without even flirting with the idea of going over it.

"Graaammmmffffuuuu," Junior couldn't begin to form words. The haze from the sweet Mary Jane combined with the cloudy bliss that was filling his body. His ass was burning now from the constant punishment it was taking. His cock jumped with each slam as Bowser's member scraped against his prostate. Teeth ground and jaws shook as the Koopa Heir felt his stomach tightening and balls churning. What was happening to him? He was getting fucked by his dad easily twice as hard as he himself had ever fucked anyone. And he was loving it. Claws tore at the sheets as he huffed with each thrust, trying to hold back on his own climax. He huffed, eyes rolling back as he unconsciously pushed back into his father's thrusts.

A rough hand closed around his cock, stroking it quickly. Fingers popped against his tip quickly, making his hips buck and jerk. "Let it all out," Bowser growled into his ear. Heavy jaws clamped down on his shoulder and chomped down with a muffled snarl. Despite all his effort to resist and hold back, he might as well have been using a sponge to stop a tsunami. Junior arched and shoved his shell back into his father's belly as he uttered his best roar. Tight ass clamped down around that incredibly thick cock as his balls heaved and fired his third load for the day. Bowser's hand kept pumping and spreading that hot, thick cream across his cock. Biting his bottom lip, the heir groaned and huffed as he grabbed at whatever he could when the king kept working his cock. He huffed and grunted as his cock kept jumping in that coarse hand even after nothing came out.

Bowser heaved his body over, cum-covered hand sliding across Junior's belly before grabbing his thigh. Clawed feet dug into the soft mattress as he threw himself into the thick male under him. The younger male smothered a moan into the sheets as he was almost pushed into a handstand by the rough fucking. Powerful, stout legs drove the royal koopa hard into the younger male. Heavy member twitched and jumped as Bowser's balls tightened and pulled close against his body. Cum-covered hand smacked Junior's ass before claws dug in and pulled it back. Bowser threw his head back and uttered a roar, flames rolling from his mouth and licking at the ceiling as he came.

Junior's climax was a minor volcanic eruption compared to the world-shattering blast that came from his father's depths. Bowser shoved his groin flush against the male's backside. He groaned and huffed as he flooded the male with every last drop he could muster up. Normally, the amount he put out was more than enough to make Bishop's gut swell and then gush out around his cock. Yeah, Junior had filled the Yoshi to leaking, but that was only half of what the king was capable of. Even with his impressive output, thanks to Junior's impressive lineage, the teenage royal was able to take every last drop without spilling any of it.

Must've gotten it from his mother.

He waited until he was finished before drawing out slowly. Junior twitched with a low groan as the bumps and spikes drew against the spent gland. Bowser's cock came out, almost perfectly cleaned by the tightly clenching Junior. He huffed softly and smirked as his kid wobbled on all fours for a second before simply collapsing with a snort. A low snore came from the koopa as he passed out even before he finished bouncing. Bowser chuckled as he sat down on the bed with a huff. Bishop crawled back up onto the bed, the scent of his own semen wafting around the Yoshi. He held up a fresh blunt to the koopa and lifted an eyebrow. Bowser leaned in, catching a nose full of the male's spunk scent as he lit the packed cigar.

Bishop puffed for a second before holding it out to the king. He looked over the unconscious Junior and breathed out the smoke, "Well, what are we doing to do with him, My Liege?"

Bowser puffed slowly and let the smoke roll from his nostrils. "With the brat? Wait for him to wake up I guess." Bishop's eyebrows lifted in an unspoken question. "After that, round two." He gave the blue Yoshi a vicious grin as he voiced a noise that could have been a growl or a purr, the vocalization heaving up his throat with his laughter.