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Peace in Bowser's Kingdom

"Where is it!?"

Slamming his fist down upon the oaken table, Bowser snarled angrily as the strong wood split in two down the centre. The table collapsed, sending countless plates full of meat and fish, not to bowls of rich soups and jugs of sauces, cascading to the ground along with it. Koopas fled in all direction, squealing in terror at the sight of their master's wrath. Only a few remained. One of whom, dressed in the blue robes of a mage, approached his King upon bended knee.

"M-my Lord. My King Bowser. I am sorry, but... I do not believe it would be safe for you to try it at this time. We have worked night and day for months to cultivate this latest batch, and while we told you the truth in saying that the results were... promising, there are side effects."

Reaching out with a powerful clawed hand, Bowser grasped the koopa by the front of his robes and dragged him up into the air.

"Will these side effects kill me?"

With a nervous whimper, the mage shook his head.

"Will they make me weaker, rather than stronger?!"

Again the koopa magician shook his head, whimpering with fear as he was pulled within just a few inches of his master's gleaming teeth and hot, sulphurous breath.

"Will the side effects stop me from crushing Mario, and proving once and for all that I am the superior specimen? That the Princess Peach should be honoured to be with me. That she should be soaked through her panties at the thought of being the only one I want to satisfy my cravings?!"

Tossing the mage back to the ground, Bowser grasped his cock with the hand which had previously help the small koopa aloft. He wielded the thick length of his yellow skinned shaft in the direction of his now kneeling, still whimpering servant. Even soft, it was almost a foot in length and several times thicker than the koopa in question's arms.

"Unless you would rather be the one to satisfy me. Unless you would rather bend over and see if your ass feels as sweet as the caress of the Mushroom Kingdom's most beautiful woman, I highly suggest that you get up off your knees, stop your pitiful excuses and bring me the mushroom."

With that final roar, a roar so loud it shook the windows of Bowser's throne room, the remaining koopas scattered. They left the King alone, and with a final grunt of frustration he turned and walked away from the ruins of his dinner table. He returned to his throne, and settled down onto the cushioned base of the seat with yet another deep, savage growl. This whole situation annoyed Bowser greatly. A lot of things annoyed him in fact, and he was very much aware of this. But in particular, this particular situation really got the King Koopa's goat. In the Mushroom Kingdom, a simple fungus could give a man like Mario superhuman abilities. Great strength. The ability to bore through solid rock. When hybridised with other plant life, it could grant flight, or the ability to hurl fire.

And yet... it did nothing for the koopa. Cruelly, like so many jokes played at his people's expense, the Mushroom Kingdom's greatest export was worthless to his people and Bowser himself.

This was why Bowser had ceased his assaults upon the Mushroom Kingdom. Why for the past six months, his people had thrown their efforts not into war, but into research. He was sick of losing. Sick of seeing his plans unravelled and his armies smashed into the dirt by that despicable, low-class plumber and his friends. This time, when the Koopa Clan went to war; there would be no battles. Only slaughter of the Mushroom Kingdom's defenders. For the koopa would have a new weapon. One of their own creation, cultivated and genetically engineered to grow in their lands and serve their people.

The throne room doors swung open once more, and, carrying the prime specimen upon a vast silver tray, five koopas approached their King with nervous reverence. The mage was at the head of the tray, and he bowed low, stretching out one arm to present the new weapon to Bowser.

"My King. I bring you the finest and largest of all this crop. Our strongest yet, and the closest to perfecting what will be a perfect weapon against Mario and his underlings. With it, we will bring peace to all the land. United under your glorious leadership, and with the help of our latest weapon. I present, the Koopashroom."

Resting upon the platter was a vast mushroom. So large even Bowser himself would have difficulty swallowing it in one. Its stalk was pale white, and its cap a fiery red. The pale stalk was emblazoned with rows of sharp black thorns, and the whole thing emitted a scent very similar to Bowser's own sulphurous breath. The scent of an inferno. The scent of destruction, and death.

Bowser licked his lips.

"You may leave me. I wish to sample it in solitude."

The four koopas still holding the tray set it down upon a small marble table beside Bowser's throne, and made a swift exit. The mage however, fumbling nervously with the front of his blue robes, remained.

"A-again, I must caution you, my King. If you eat this mushroom, even a bite, never mind the whole thing, it could..."

A gout of liquid fire erupted from Bowser's mouth, singing the floor directly in front of the mage and even darkening the lower hemline of his robe. The koopa's eyes bulged. He whimpered softly, trembling as a tell-tale dark spot appeared and began to spread over the front of his robes. A few seconds later, he turned, fearful and ashamed, and ran away after the others without finishing his warning.

Huffing with satisfaction, his nostrils belching steam as a wry smirk crossed his scaled face, Bowser plucked the mushroom up from the silver platter. There was nothing like making a minion wet themselves with fear to get the juices flowing. He opened his mouth wide, as wide as it could go, and without any hesitation or preparation stuffed the thick mushroom into his waiting maw.

He chewed. Its flavour was acrid, and despite being raw the mushroom's interior was hot. Burning hot. Delicious. Bowser shuddered in delight. He had never tasted something so... so powerful. Was this what Mario experienced when he consumed one of the Mushroom Kingdom's own treats? If so, no wonder the plumber was always so damnably upbeat and bouncy.

"A-ahh... I can feel it. The power. The strength. It... it's working."

Closing his eyes, Bowser growled in amazement. Though he couldn't feel himself growing, nor sprouting any extra limbs or organs from which to unleash devastation upon his enemies, he could feel his body being flooded with power. He felt his fingers flexing against the arm-rests of his throne, and dug them into the carved stonework. His claws cut through the marble like it was made of butter, and before Bowser realised what he was doing, he'd torn both armrests clean off. Rising to his feet, eyes widening in wondrous realisation, the King began to test out his new strength some more. He swung a kick at the back of the throne, howling with joyous laughter as it disintegrated into dust without the slightest pain to him. He raced over to the remains of the dinner table, picked up one of its sturdy oak legs, and snapped it in half between finger and thumb. He stamped at the ground, and watched as a deep crack formed across half the length of the throne room, splitting open to reveal a deep ravine almost two feet wide that went down further than Bowser's sharp eyes could see.

Tossing his head back, Bowser began to laugh. To howl with an unbridled, gleeful joy of a sort he had not had reason to utter in a long, long time. This was it. This was the eve of his victory. It didn't matter what Mario and his friends threw before him now. He didn't need an army. He didn't need anyone else. If he was immune to pain, if he could tear through walls and buildings, and open up chasms to swallow his enemies almost without effort, then surely there was nothing that could stop him. Nothing that could stand in his way of Peach, and convincing her that he was the only one, the only man who truly deserved her.

Without even thinking about it, caught up in his fantasies of finally having Peach recognise him for the man that he was, Bowser found his right hand falling to his crotch. Once there, his eyes widened slightly as he realised that his cock was no longer simply resting between his legs. It had swollen, rising to almost full mast. Thick and engorged, and throbbing with an intensity that wasn't unheard of, but normally took several hours of unconscious, sexual dreaming combined with attention from the delicate tongues of several koopa handmaidens to achieve. The King koopa licked his lips, groaning with anticipation as he squeezed at the head of his cock.

"Ahhhh..."

It felt good. Almost too good. Bowser's eyes twinkled with realisation. The mushroom. It must not only enhance physical strength and abilities, but other , more intimate abilities too. He grunted with amusement.

"Mario. No wonder you always got the girl. I'll bet with a mushroom or two, even that tiny pink cock of yours could make her squeal for hours on end."

Running one smooth scaled hand up and down the length of his shaft, Bowser trembled with bliss. God, it felt good. His other hand ran its claws over his scaled balls. Caressing and squeezing them. They were hot, and they felt bigger than usual. Heavier too, like they were swollen with liquid. Bowser paused for a moment, thinking how long it had been since the last time he'd jerked off. Four hours, maybe? Five? Not a particularly long amount of time even by his standards. And yet... the more he thought about it, about sex, the more Bowser began to convince himself that it must have been longer. There was no way, after all, that he could feel this horny without any good reason.

Still standing upright, having neither a table nor throne upon which to sit and rest as he masturbated, Bowser placed both hands upon his cock and began to rub feverishly. He had never been one to be patient, the last few months spent involved in research rather than war his first major departure from that philosophy. When it came to self pleasure though, the koopa was of the firm belief that if he could make himself cum twice in an hour long period, that was far preferable to making the experience last twice as long. He pumped feverishly at his cock, squeezing it tightly between his trembling hands. Small bursts of rich black smoke erupted from his muzzle as he panted in pleasure, sparks spilling out over the throne-room floor as he began to lose control of his fire-breathing abilities; focusing all his attention on indulging in this overwhelming sensation.

Before long, the koopa King was shamelessly fucking his own hands. Driving his hips back and forth as he clutched at his cock. Hot ribbons of pre-cum lashed the floor, shooting out several metres and with a volume that under normal circumstances would have equalled the production of some of his more epic orgasms. No matter how good it felt though, Bowser craved more. Every time he rubbed himself, he was convinced that the feelings surging through him could not get any better. And yet on each following occasion, a single stroke later, he was inevitably proven wrong.

All around the castle, koopas stopped in the corridors, cheeks flushing and hands falling instinctively to their own crotches as they heard their King roaring in ecstasy. Unlike Bowser himself, many of them knew, or at least suspected what was happening. There was barely a koopa in the castle who hadn't been involved with the mushroom project at one point or another. Nor was there a koopa, aside from the King, who hadn't at least heard stories of what had happened to the test subjects from this latest batch.

"P-Peach. Mario! Ahhh!"

It was when Bowser heard himself cry out that damnable plumber's name, and found himself replacing the plump backside of the Princess in his fantasy with the moustached mouth of that despicable red capped man, that he realised something was wrong. He tried to think of something else, but kept imagining himself clutching tenderly at the sides of Mario's head, holding the plumber in place while Mario all too willingly slurped at the swollen head of his cock. He tried to remove his hands from his erection, to cut the fantasy off at the source, but in a deeply disturbing moment realised that he was unable to do so. It wasn't that he couldn't let go of his erection, but rather that he wouldn't. That his body completely and utterly refused to let such amazing pleasure end, not knowing how long it would continue on for.

The King's eyes bulged. His legs quivered and gave way, bringing Bowser tumbling to his knees. His balls felt more swollen than ever, like with just a little more swelling they might actually brush the floor beneath him. Feverishly he tugged and stroked at his cock. Grunting. Snarling. Howling in feral, animalistic pleasure that was increasingly outside of his control.

"_Aa- aaaaaaah _!"

With a final roar of manic ecstasy, Bowser truly did lose control. His hands tore themselves away from his cock as he fell forward onto all fours, but the rigid length of his shaft kept on throbbing and straining regardless. The pleasure kept on building. Flooding more and more of the King's mind until his every thought was dedicated to the erotic; to the blatantly and shamelessly sexual.

Rolling onto his back and staring down at his cock as it thrashed entirely of its own accord, slapping against the koopa's rounded belly and lashing the scales upon his chest with thick ribbons of pre-cum, Bowser heard something. A distant whimpering. A hungry, pleading, collective moan from some other source than himself. He cried out loudly, a booming wail of pleasure that echoed throughout the castle from its spires to its dungeons.

And then, before the King of the koopas could say, do or think anything else, he came.

Bowser's balls let loose, and only then did the koopa learn the true extent of what he had let himself in for. The first jet of his cum, far more than could possibly have been contained within his hefty balls, gushed out with such force that it hit the throne-room's broad, heavy wooden doors and blasted them off their hinges. The rest of that potent flood of orgasmic juices hit the floor of the throne room with an audible splash, and began to ooze out across the dark grey stone. The second ejaculation was stronger. It sprayed from floor to ceiling as Bowser's cock twitched in a ninety degree arc, and within seconds it was raining cum like a monsoon had just passed through.

Clawing and scratching at the ground with his hands, tearing holes in the stone with his enhanced strength, Bowser roared over and over again. His legs kicked out into the air. His nub of a tail twitched in time with the uncontrolled throbbing of his cock. He watched as his throne room was not only coated in wave after wave of his cum, but dismantled and destroyed piece by piece by the force of its eruptions. His cries were so intense that they bordered on screams of pain, but there was nothing harmful about what he was feeling. It would have almost been easier if it had been painful; at least then Bowser might have had an easier time convincing himself that this was not only wrong, but bad.

Under the circumstances however, much as he might have tried, Bowser could only fall more head over heels in love with his own erection as it continued to twitch and quiver and unload his balls' seemingly endless barrage of seed. After a minute, maybe two of this constant climax, his hands rose trembling from his sides and returned willingly to his erection. He squeezed himself. Stroked himself. He masturbated his already straining, cumming cock, and though it didn't seem possible the pleasure increased a hundred-fold. Stars. Planets. Whole universes erupted in bright lights of a million different hues before Bowser's eyes, and he gurgled in giddy, mindless glee as the steady, continues pulsing of his cock became something else entirely.

From that moment onward, Bowser was not merely cumming. His ejaculations were no longer in spurts one after the other, but a single, continuous torrent. The faster he rubbed and teased at his erection, the more cum gushed out into the air, splashing down around and upon him until there was barely a clean inch of scales upon the squirming koopa's pleasure-ridden body.

It was then, once again, that Bowser heard it. Those moans again. Begging. Pleading. He didn't know who they belonged to, or where they were coming from, but the King had to find out. With a cry of effort, he pulled himself up first into a sitting position and then to his feet. Clutching at his cock, pointing it out before him and pumping it hungrily as the flood of his cum continued to pool upon the castle's stone floor, Bowser stumbled forward. His feet splashed through his own cum as he careered hungrily out of the throne room and into the corridors of the palace beyond.

Koopas fled left and right as their king stormed past them, rubbing at his cock, howling in pleasure and coating the walls, the ceilings, not to mention his subjects themselves in warm, sticky waves of royal seed. Bowser barely noticed them, focused solely on those deep moans and whimpers, getting steadily closer and closer.

Less than a minute later, he found himself in the section of the castle which he had converted into labs dedicated to studying mushroom production. His cum overturned benches laden with equipment and cabinets filled with dried out samples of Mushroom Kingdom fungi of varying species. By then the pleading whimpers from the as yet unknown source were ringing loud and clear within Bowser's mind. He cried out in answer to them. He begged them to hold on just a little longer, rushing towards the door on the far side of the room and blasting it open with a single stroke of his cock.

"Oh... ohh g-god."

Whimpering in disbelief, Bowser stared at what lay within that room. Chained to the walls by thick iron manacles the likes of which even a mushroom enhanced plumber could not have escaped, at least forty male koopas hung. Each and every one of them had their mouths open in a constant, continuous series of pleading whimpers and screams of desire. Their bodies were bare, their balls heavy and swollen, and their erections as rigid and violently throbbing as Bowser's own. Yet, none of them were cumming. Not because they had no cum to produce, but because of what was secured around the base of their balls. Each koopa bore a third iron manacle, clamped so tightly around the upper section of their testicles that it was no doubt denying all flow of cum from within.

Only then did Bowser realise what was happening to him. What the mage koopa had been trying to tell him before he gulped down that whole, vast mushroom.

How long these koopa had been here, Bowser did not know. Days. Weeks, maybe? And yet... they were still lost in orgasmic rapture. Still locked in an endless cycle of arousal and climax, no touching, no stimulation either physical or mental, required.

Except, they weren't cumming. Not really. Because they had been stopped. They had been denied the right to cum.

With a snarl of fury, Bowser rushed into that prison chamber and over to the nearest koopa trooper. With the claws of his thumb and one finger, he easily snapped the manacle binding the far smaller koopa's balls. A giddy, desperate shriek escaped the King's loyal subject, and almost instantly a miniature version of Bowser's own non-stop orgasmic ejaculation began to gush from that koopa's twitching shaft. It struck the King upon his chest, and made Bowser howl with delight.

Leaving the first koopa happily hanging by his arms, giggling and squealing with glee as his cum spurted several metres with each straining motion of his cock, Bowser moved on to the next. And the next. And the next. Only when they were all free, when his head was no longing ringing with their moans of desperation and instant with their screams of joy and gratitude, did he begin to set their arms loose. Once free, they flung themselves upon one another. Upon him. Humping. Grinding. Licking. Kissing. Forming a writhing ball of horny, cum-stained koopa ecstasy.

Bowser watched them. He jerked feverishly at his own cock, splashing his feet in the now ankle-deep cum which filled this prison chamber. His cries of pleasure had lessened to simple grunts and moans as he came, and for the time being at least, his mind was able to form thoughts of things other than seeking out yet more orgasmic euphoria.

He thought of his plans. Of invading the Mushroom Kingdom. Of destroying Mario. Of kidnapping, wooing, marrying and fucking Princess Peach.

Then he looked before him. At his subjects as they fucked and frolicked before his eyes. As they tugged, suckled upon and stroked at each other's cocks, without a care in the world.

With a shudder of delight, Bowser smiled.

With his new power, he could crush the Mushroom Kingdom. He could not only wage war, but win it.

Or...

His smile broadened, and he stepped forward. He dropped gently to his hands and knees in the mix of his and his forty most loyal subjects' cum, and sloshed through it towards the smaller koopas.

They saw him coming. They heard his giddy moans. Saw his twinkling, pleasure glazed eyes.

Bowser howled with joyous glee as his minions scrambled off one another, and flung themselves at him. Knocking him over onto his back. Embracing him. Kissing him. Grinding their twitching cocks against him as they licked, nuzzled and humped at the thick, throbbing length of his own erection.

He wrapped his arms around them; as many of his kindred spirits as he could, and growled as his cum began to pour out from his cock more forcefully and swiftly than ever.

He could wage war... or he could enjoy the peace right here. At home, in his very own, very wet, sticky and wholly blissful Koopashroom Kingdom.

By Jeeves