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Ever since his crash-landing in the Mushroom Kingdom, Kinneas had known nothing but cheer and peacefulness. With an ever-steady economy, a bizarre on-off cycle of invasion times, and a very friendly set of locals, he was almost tempted to stay if not for his ongoing missions elsewhere. But duty took over pleasure as he was soon approached by an emissary of the Koopa Kingdom next door, who informed him of their ongoing research of his ship.

With a small garrison of four armoured koopas, he was led through a strange path to their master's realm, traversing pipes with strange powers and wandering the dark catacombs beneath the world. It felt strangely comfy in the depths, the damp stone walls and underground rivers filling him with a nostalgic revelrie from the drip echoes and clammy air. The cold moist tunnels would soon be replaced by a sweltering inferno, as they shot up a second pipe towards a brimming fiery land.

"Oh," Kinneas muttered, "I...this is different."

"Watch your step," said one green shell with a thick hammer, "stick close to us."

"Yeah it's a doozy," said his mace-wielding cohort with a red shell, "don't wanna end up a dry bones."

"Dry bones?" the mole cocked his head. "I thought lava was a liquid."

"Hah, oh we got a comedian here, huh?"

"No sir, I don't get paid enough for that."

In the light of roaring lava, the mole's green eyes burned jade and his armour glistened like marble, next to its joints of emerald and crimson as he followed the legion along a stony path. A vast caldera welcomed him with snarling flames and scooping bursts of molten rage, the air thick with sulphur and the skies eternally purple. Two regular koopas with spears escorted him, but the other two in front were much larger with a wrestler's physique and thick burly arms that wielded their weighty hammers.

At the top of a winding road, there lied a magnificent castle of rich obsidian walls with fluttering flame-proofed banners and a monstrous portcullis that opened wide at their approach. The courtyard was full of soldiers training their different tactics, where koopas spun their shells into training dummies, tiny masked fellows wielded slingshots, and bespectacled creatures hovered on clouds to hurl spiked balls at their targets.

"Hell of a place you folks have," said the newcomer, "I still don't get how the pipes work, is it a contained gravity well? Some sort of funnel space to compress matter?"

"That's outside my paycheck," said the green-shell, "leave that to the magikoopas."

"Just say it's magic," said his partner, "don't have to put yourself down so much."

"I don't like saying 'it's magic', it feels like a cop-out."

"But it literally is, Kamal."

"If I don't understand it, I don't want to brush it off like I'm some kid, I'll admit when I don't know it."

"You never got over that D in math," the scarlet-shell patted him. "That's why you got me for that."

"Alright smart aleck, how DO the pipes work then?" Kamal wagged his mace.

"I dunno dude, I do accounts, not science."

"The king needs an accountant?" Kinneas leaned up.

"Well yeah, invasions cost money!" the red-shell turned to him. "Also there's airship maintenance, shell repair, death insurance for the boos-"

"Wait, but, they're ghosts."

"Yeah, in case they come back to life, their deceased families get a payout."

"Thanks to the Boonion," Kamal tapped his helmet, "things got a lot better for them since they got rid of their king."

"And now they work...for another king?" the mole tapped his claws.

"Bowser takes care of his troops, that's why we love him."

They smiled as they walked onwards, with the two spear-wielders taking their leave to let the hammer brothers escort Kinneas the rest of the way. Through the training grounds they entered the main castle, where torches loomed beneath portraits of a monstrous beast in all his glory. The mole struggled to tell whether it was a turtle, an ox or a dragon, as the red carpet shuffled under his feet and a strange chill ran through the estate. Armoured koopas lined the halls with their lances and deep red eyes beneath their helms, but their friendly voices removed any hint of malice.

"Hey Kam, Kieran!" one trooper waved. "You see the game last night?!"

"Yeaaah yeah," Kieran the red-shell waved back, "I'll get you your money."

"Hard luck though, I mean a goal in the last minute, I'm almost tempted to let you keep it-"

"Noooo no, you're getting it at the end of the day, I know what you're like with favours."

"Alright, so," Kamal tugged Kinneas' arm, "first rule with the king, do not speak unless you are spoken to. Second, don't be a wimp, if the king asks you to do something, do it all the way."

"Okay," the mole nodded, "anything else?"

"Three, laugh at his jokes. All of them."

"Ahhh...alright then."

He grew slightly concerned about this tyrant and all the stories he had heard about him. His fears were not assuaged when he entered the throne room with its imposing grandeur, ornate statues of the king himself and long windows of the infernal sea. There, upon an ornate throne of wretched spikes and shell imprints, was the King of the Koopas himself.

"Your Majesty," the guards bowed with Kinneas following, "we have brought you the alien."

The king was a beastly 10 feet tall with a shocking red mane down his thick reptilian head, with oxen snout and large teeth below his eyes of flaming seethe. He wore nothing on his person, which of course let everyone see his immense thick balls hanging down between his legs, along with a hefty cannon of golden-orange that had a spiked cockring at the base. His back was covered in a giant green shell with thorny scutes, his belly a peach-colour offset to his amber-yellow scales, with sharp bangles on his strapping limbs. Beside him was a lowly-looking vizier in a blue robe, a hunched shell-less turtle with thick glasses that shuffled to Kinneas.

"How are you finding our kingdom?" he squinted hard. "No surprise you cloistered with the other extraterrestrials."

"It's a beautiful place," the mole nodded, "I wish I could stay, apologies again for the unexpected landing, I didn't plan to be here."

"A pity. I had a lovely frame to forge you a passport, but I shan't tarry you. Your vessel is most interesting, especially the engine, that took some reverse-engineering."

"You...managed to fix it?"

"Ohohoh yes," the mage rubbed his chin, "Koopa engineering remains the finest in this world, nothing short of a few thaumaturgic capacitors to reroute through!"

"Thank you!" Kinneas bowed. "I'm very glad to hear, I'm sorry for all the trouble, but you've all been very kind to me."

"We sure have," the king's voice rumbled through the room, "I was expecting you to be a lot weirder, but you don't look that much different from them at Moleville, you been there yet?"

"Yes, your Majesty. I told them I was from another island, they were very kind and asked me all sorts of things, but I said nothing about my origins."

"Good. We already got enough weirdos running around normally without getting folks confused about aliens."

"I was surprised how common this sort of thing was, considering how swift your troops impounded my ship."

"Cuz we're damn good at what we do," Bowser grinned and tented his claws, "bet you never seen that kind of service back in your world."

"Not at all, your Majesty," the mole puffed his chest, "but thank you again for repairing my ship, I'll be out of your hair as soon as you want me."

"Well...you don't have to leave so soon. We barely got a chance to check each other out."

"Check each...other?"

"Not every day you meet an alien," the king leaned forwards, "and I like to get to know my guests a little, specially if they come crashing in on my doorstep. Strip for me."

"I...p-pardon?"

He felt the guards grip his shoulders as Kamal nodded slightly. A gnawing anxiety grew in his gut as he carefully slipped off his armour, detaching the plates to let them crumple and reveal his grey-furred body with some decent muscle, a dangling flaccid cock with a cute pair of balls, and a tight pair of buttocks with a small twitching tail.

"Not bad," Bowser licked his lips, "yeah, you'll do for the dress. Normally we don't do this sorta thing but you're special. And I know you gotten real friendly with that uhhh, the other ones, the not-rexes."

"Kennidon and MacGregor, your Majesty," the sorcerer bowed.

"So I think it's time you got a special parting gift, I mean if you just left now, it's like leaving a restaurant without having the main course!"

"That...is a very good point," the mole blushed with twisting toes, "I would be honoured to um...receive your parting gift, your Majesty."

"Good boy," Bowser snapped his fingers, "guards, loosen him up for me, I want a good show before dinner."

"Yes sir," Kieran grinned with a salute, "alright bro, you know what to do."

"Aaaagh come on," Kamal groaned, "can we not just pick-"

"Nah-uh, not in front of the king."

"Alriiight. Ro, sham, bo!"

They snapped their fists and did Rock-Paper-Scissors, which Kamal won with Scissors and did a fist-pump of joy before he groped the mole's rear.

"Heck yeah, I haven't had a good butt in ages!"

"What about mine?!" Kieran gasped.

"You don't count, you're family, I gaped you plenty enough."

"Wow, and after all the work I put in my glutes."

"Wait, you're actually brothers?" gulped Kinneas. "I've never, um...well, this is unusual."

"Hey," Bowser clapped, "this ain't a prom, get to the good stuff."

"Yes, sir!"

The hammer brothers saluted as Kinneas did too out of habit, before the guards rubbed their hands over his lustrous fur. His warm hairs and little moans intrigued them, whilst they pulled off their shells and put aside their hammers to reveal their thicker staffs beneath. The shells were hefty enough to thunk on the floor, from which they exposed their thick golden chests, sturdy bellies and dangling cocks with a hefty pair of balls on each.

They stood in front of Kinneas and presented themselves, making sure the king would enjoy the view of the alien grasping both butter-yellow shafts that thickened to a solid 8 inches each. In respect to the winner of Roshambo, he sucked Kamal first with a steady gulp of his thin snout, taking half the length with a gentle bob whilst he pumped Kieran's length. The royal koopa stroked off his length, turning hard within seconds and growing much thicker than expected with a glossy pink head from his hefty foreskin.

The mole swallowed the whole length with a panting moan, his tail wiggling behind as if to tease the king with his cute pucker. The sorcerer nearby slipped a hand into his robes and quietly pumped himself with little shuffles of the cloth, biting his cragged beak when the hammer brothers felt each other up.

"Mmmmm, that's real nice," Kamal sighed, "get me nice and wet for your butt."

"He as good as my mouth?" asked Kieran.

"Dunno, gonna have to compare later."

"Why not now?"

The green-shelled brother pulled him into a kiss, their tongues melding together with a hot suckling moan that made their dicks turn stiffer. Kinneas started to drink Kamal's pre, the lust of his brother inciting him with a sweet desire that grew thicker in the mole's mouth, until he managed to swallow the whole shaft and rub his chin on the koopa's sack. Kieran flexed his meat to the alien's grip, sputtering his own pre over the knuckles with a gasping moan as the brothers danced their tongues inside each other's mouths.

Their hands rubbed down their backs and teased their rumps, prodding fingers to excite their sibling and feed more thickening milk into the visitor's gullet. Eventually their lust grew too thick and they pulled away briefly to frot each other, grinding their members together and daring Kinneas to try and take both when they put a hand each on his head. The mole stretched his maw best as he could to suck on their glans, as the tightness of his throat made them spurt thicker down it.

A few thrusts helped them spurt a little faster, but the brothers were patient and kept their restraint to not cum too quickly, despite the clenching squeeze of the alien's throat who coughed slightly on their girth. Eventually they pulled out as Kamal walked round to Kinneas' rear, then gripped his cheeks with a wide spread while his brother pushed the mole's snout on his cock.

"Now you get all in there and enjoy it," said Kieran, "my brother's real lucky to get a taste of that butt."

"Quite literally." Kamal bent down with a slurp along the taint. "You gotten some action lately, I can tell."

"Mmmmm, a-aaah!" the alien twitched between sucks. "I-i like to keep abreast of the...locals."

"Ohhh I'll keep you abreast alright."

The hammer brother stuffed his tongue into Kinneas' hole, swirling around the pink donut before sliding his way in with a pumping motion. His strong hands kept the cheeks parted as his tongue dragged hard along the fur and twisted into the folds to make Kinneas tremble with a twitching eye, whilst he swallowed the whole of Kieran's tasty spear. The koopa stroked his head with a gentle sigh, before he bucked his hefty nuts against the mole's chin.

"Thaaaat's it," the king chuckled, stroking himself, "get him nice and ready for the uh, special interview."

"Ohohoh yes," the magikoopa jerked off under his robes, "such a pleasant visitor he is, so eager to obey us."

"At this rate he'll be blasting off back home real quick...not before I get to blast him first."

Bowser fingered his foreskin to make a line of pre run between his fingers, when Kinneas dared to look at his rising pillar of girthy flesh that was the biggest one he had seen in this kingdom, a terrifying foot-long beast. Veins pulsed with each breath as flickering sparks came off the royal teeth, whilst Kamal sucked on the tight pucker and swirled around the folds to slicken them up for his entry. Once he popped free, he pressed his cock to the dripping hole and slipped inside with ease.

"Mmmmmph...ohhh that's a good alien."

"M-MMMHH! Mmmmmmmh!"

"Ohhh, I think he likes it, bro."

"Course he would," Kieran chuckled mid-thrust, "I love it a lot, too."

"You could at least have let me get out of bed before riding me yesterday."

"Why? You had morning wood, I was there to solve it."

"Ugh," Kamal smirked and shook his head, "sharing a bed with your brother's the worst."

They began to pump Kinneas together, timing their thrusts with an intimate understanding only siblings had to either go back and forth like a woodsman's saw, or clap together in the middle for that extra punch to the mole's belly. Kinneas shuddered with eyes rolled upwards, sucking gratefully as he felt Kamal's hands wrap round his belly and lift him in a slight cuddle, his muscular gut grinding on the visitor's back with heaving grunts.

The guards shuddered from the tightening clench of both ends, and soon Kamal slipped his hand down to jerk off Kinneas and help him release a little bit. Hot mole pre trickled out as he whimpered with small vibrations down Kieran's shaft, his tongue almost sticking out to slurp over the balls that rubbed on his jaw. Soon the brothers leaned forwards to kiss each other again, much to the arousal of His Majesty who jerked faster with heaving grunts, every breath a shuddering wake that made their chests tremble at his strength.

"Mmmmmmh yeah," he breathed low, "damn fine guards we have, not just your hammers you good at tossing, huh?"

"Mmmmh, n-no, sir," Kieran panted between kisses, "are you enjoying us, your Majesty?"

"You bet I am, don't stop 'til you both fill him, I'm gonna need him lubed up."

The siblings sucked their tongues in thick shudders, stroking each other's heads and humping faster to their climax. Kinneas had quite the snug rear, clenching on Kamal every time he thrust forwards, then loosening when he pulled back to keep him pleasured with experienced rapture. The hall grew louder with the sounds of their plums clapping against fur, and soon a dribbling spurt turned too thick to hold back.

"M-MMMMH, AAAAAH!"

"J-JEEZ, HAAAAH, NNNNNRRGH!"

The brothers came together with a double shot of jizz, pumping the mole's throat and filling up his ass with hot koopa cream. A drooling white soon came down between his legs, coating the hammer guard's balls and making a puddle at Kinneas' feet, which was soon joined by the alien's climax after enough pump 'n' squeeze from the guard. The mole swallowed all of Kieran's milk, feeling the balls clench against his chin before the two soldiers parted lips, and pulled out of their guest.

"Mmmmmmhhh...there," Kamal sighed, "how was...how's that feel?"

"Very...g-good," gasped Kinneas, struggling to stand, "you um...t-train your guards well, your Majesty."

"Damn right I do," Bowser kept stroking, "alright, Kamek, take him to my quarters...I need to get into character."

"Yes, your Majesty." The wizard motioned him forth. "Come along, boy. It's time to prepare for your role."

"My...my role?"

"No questions! Come."

Shuffling behind the grand vizier with an awkward trail of cum from his rear, the mole followed Kamek past the throne and into the halls of the king's chambers. The carpets were much more lavish and thick under his feet, yet strangely immaculate without claw marks or plucked threads until the trickling white behind Kinneas.

"I, sh-should I clean that?" he clenched his buttocks.

"We have servants," said the wizard, "your job is much more special."

"It's rather cold for a palace in a volcano, how did you-"

"Air conditioning, it's not rocket science."

They stopped at a great set of crimson doors that the magikoopa opened with a wave of his staff, commanding the iron gate to creak apart and bring Kinneas to a magnificent bedroom with a huge four-poster bed of twisting black pillars covered in golden thorns. Portraits of the king glared from every wall in different styles, and the bed covers were a luscious scarlet velvet with satin pillows that glowed in the light of torches.

Amongst the various armoires and dressers was a special cabinet in the back corner, which Kamek opened with a special key round his neck. Inside was a beautiful peach-pink gown with white dress gloves, tight crimplene shoulders and a flowering wide rose hip with a starry teal brooch.

"Oh...goodness that's beautiful," murmured the mole.

"Glad you like," the vizier pulled it out, "you'll be wearing it for the king."

"Wh-...pardon?"

"His Majesty has a very particular type, you will roleplay as a princess, soft and effete, gentle and doting on him much like a devoted wife, and once you have performed this small insouciance, you will have your ship and we say no more."

"I...see," the visitor took the dress carefully, "just wear this and pretend to be...alright."

"I will coach you a little before he arrives," the sorcerer cleared his throat, "it's all in the voice, raise it above your chest and keep it in the throat, you don't have to go a high pitch but keep it soft, like a whisper."

"I haven't done acting very often, but I'll do my best."

"I'm certain you will. Now here's how it goes."

As Kamek guided the alien on his current task, Bowser would prepare himself for a special occasion in his mind. Down the back halls he went to his closet room, where a variety of special clothes had been pressed and tailored to his robust and regal size. There were samurai armours and punk rock fatigues, but the one he snatched up was a gorgeous tuxedo in gleaming white with a purple shirt and a smooth top hat.

With a hum of a wedding tune he slipped into his role and sauntered to his room, where he would discover his waiting bride sitting nervous in his bed. Even with Kinneas' face peeking from the top, his figure filled out the dress nicely as the long white gloves covered his arm and the ball-gown hid his legs beneath its layers. So surprised the mole was to see Bowser in his full wedding regalia, that he choked on his hiccup and almost forgot his voice.

"Finally," the king closed the door behind, "I've been waiting a long time since our wedding."

"I...I-i have been waiting, too," said the princess in falsetto, "I would never have imagined I'd be here one day."

"Did I get through to you at last?" he marched close with a lurid grin. "You know I only got eyes for you, my sweet Peach. Since the day I first locked on to you through the scope of a cannon, I was...struck by the bullet bill of love, and not just the one that backfired on me."

"Ohoh, s-so poetic your-uh...sh-should I call you Majesty?"

"No, no," he tapped Kinneas' snout, "I'm not your king, I'm your husband. We got special words for that, my little starlit babe."

He swept off his hat to the side and kissed his princess with gentle lips, as the mole let his tongue slip in and suckle around the cheeks. The royal groped at his dress, stroking down the fine satin pleats and caressing the small gloved fingers. He mounted halfway on the bed, putting Kinneas underneath as his tongue dove deeper, sucking the back of the throat with a beastly shudder.

"Ohhh Peach," he murmured, "you got the softest body like a...a doll, a special doll."

"I-i hope I'm soft enough," the alien whispered, "for my...h-husband."

"MMMMHHH...ohhh, s-say that again."

"My...my husband."

"Yes, yes!"

The king slobbered thicker with a kiss that Kinneas could practically gulp, letting Bowser have his way whilst the mole's erection tented up in his dress. His Majesty breathed thick upon his face, his wide oafish grin seething with lustful joy when his tongue slurped across the mole's cheeks, his hands roamed all over the blouse and then crept inside to feel down the legs. His fingers found that well-used pucker before he stuffed it in, feeling around the squishy goo with a shiver of excitement.

"Ohhhh damn," he shuddered, "you're already wet...musta been hard to walk down the aisle like this, huh?"

"M-mmmm, y-yes," the mole whimpered, "I-i was...struggling, before the honeymoon, dear."

"It's alright...Bowser's here, always has been...ready to make you feel like a queen."

He slipped down his pants with a shuffling grunt and unveiled his throbbing shaft, aching with need to breed that crept up Kinneas' leg. The royal sceptre pulsed against his rear with a dangerous twitch, frightening the mole but also exciting him with the prospect of such a blessed offering. He stared at the king with a tender blush, surprised at his expression now gentle and caring when he lifted himself onto the bed fully, and plopped down his huge 14-inch cock before the mole.

"Kiss your husband," he moaned, pulling back the foreskin, "tell me how much you wanted this."

"I...I've been...dreaming of you, for years, my...my love."

Kinneas chose his words to be short and careful, when he pressed his snout to the twitching cock and gave the softest kiss. Bowser trembled with his claws stroking over the princess' head as he coaxed him to suck on the meat, his powerful salty taste almost overwhelming with such strong royal breeding. The visitor whimpered as he tried to swallow the head, that tested the limits of his mouth when his cheeks swelled and he tried to cough in a higher pitch.

Bowser loved it, his partner played the role well and with a supple warm mouth so different from the usual koopa it helped him live his fantasy. Mammals were so soft, he thought to himself, as he imagined Kinneas' fur to be locks of luscious hair when he grinded his hips on the princess' gown, his balls dragging over the silk. The mole paced himself better with gentle bobs, struggling to make even halfway before a struggling choke, but that only made the king relish his domination.

"S'alright...I know I'm big," he rubbed the mole's neck, "I won't need to use it all, there's more than enough koopa for you to handle."

The alien gave a few last sucks with his tongue curled around the swollen head, until Bowser pulled away with a hefty pop and a spurt of pre on the mole's snout. Sliding back down, he grabbed the legs of his pretend-betrothed and lifted them up to see that inviting pucker between two hairy thighs, a bud within a flowering white dress.

"Ohhhh my princess," he grinded his beastly orange dick against the hole, "you ready to be mine forever?"

"Y-yes, ohhh yes!" squeaked Kinneas. "I...I can't believe I waited this long, m-my husband."

"MMmmmmhhhh you were just playing hard to get...I know, had to make sure I was the right one. Who else would spend so much invading you, if not the one who loves you most?"

He pushed his way in with a grunt, his soldiers' seed helping to lubricate his passage as the mole cried out in a twitch of pain that soon passed. It was the biggest he had ever taken, and even with his recent engagements among the locals, his Majesty was still much thicker. Bowser groaned with a snarling heave as he savoured the tightness sucking his flesh. Deeper he went with agonising pace, inch by inch, the foreskin sliding back against the tight succulent walls, with one hand propping Kinneas' back.

"NNNNRGH, AAAGH! M-my...my sweet little Peach, ohhh! S-stars you're tiny."

"N-no, AAAH!" the alien whimpered. "Y-you are just...s-so...so big and...p-powerful, my love-E-EEEH, NNNGH! B-biggest I'll ever know."

"Hhhhhh, heh...I guess I am, you always know just what to say."

He gave a throaty chuckle as he drilled him deeper, managing only half his length before too much resistance came through. But it was plenty enough, as he pulled back and started a pumping rhythm that Kinneas felt was oddly restrained. The power in the king's arms made him feel he could snap him in half at any moment, but his claws stroked his dress without a single tear, and his legs thumped against the bed even softer.

With eyes closed and his breath fogging on the mole's face, the King of the Koopas savoured his fantasy with the mole's bodily warmth, with one hand squeezing the duvet beside them and the other round Kinneas' back, fucking him a little harder with each minute that passed. The visitor was in rapture, once the discomfort of his stretched walls had passed and the grinding girth adjusted him, the sweltering heat of the royal spear punched against his G-spot every time he half-hilted in him.

It took all of Kinneas' mental strength to not lose his act, squealing in a higher pitch with every thud of Bowser's balls against his rear. The king's tongue slickened his face, and sometimes they kissed once more with swift but passionate ire, his deep fuming breaths rumbling down into the Kinneas' lungs to make his chest vibrate with power. It partly terrified him, feeling like a wild beast was rutting him for a mate, but at the same time turned him on so thick that he started to cum beneath the dress.

"M-MMMMH, A-AAAH, M-MY KI-H-HUSBAND! OHHH, I-I'M ABOUT TO-M-MMMPH!"

"NNNNNRGH, RRRRRGH! [b]RRRRRRGH![/b]"

Bowser was lost in his dream, his tongue dove into Kinneas' mouth to silence him mercifully. He slurped the inside of his cheeks and flattened the mole's tongue with his own, pumping it as fast as his royal cock that slapped even harder. Precum dribbled out the mole's rump as the bed creaked beneath them, his pace ever quickening towards his own climax. When he finally came, he roared into the alien's throat and overwhelmed his senses, as well as his body with a tremendous gush of fertile seed that pumped so thickly inside, it sputtered out like glue and dripped slowly down the bed sheets.

Neither of them noticed that Kinneas had cum, whose form was now so thick of the king's heated cum that it drowned his thoughts. The mole sputtered his ropes of seed within the dress, where silken fabrics were smeared in jizz that blended with the white petticoats underneath. That only made him tighter, and Bowser's legs quivered from how tight his princess sucked him in with his tail hammering the floor. The monstrous regent was soon sated, after a good minute of prodigious semen flooded the visitor's depths and washed his pendulous sack in white.

"MMmmmmhhh...m-mmmmhhhh...ohhh...ohhhh my Peach," the king pulled back with a heaving breath, "you've made me the happiest koopa in the world."

"H-haaaah...I...I'm s-so happy to hear," Kinneas whispered with a deep blush, "thank you...my love."

"Aaaaah...wish I could just curl up beside you, still deep in you, feel our bodies just...breathe together. But...a king's got his duties."

He pulled out of his princess with a hefty shlorp, drenching the floor and the bottom of the bed in his hot cream. His tux shirt was ruffled and he pulled back up his pants, then picked up his hat.

"I have to do some business...but once I get back, we'll be together proper. Sweet dreams, my Peach."

The king departed with a gentle close of the door. The mole laid on the bed with a gaping hole and a confused-but-warm face, looking around for any direction until the door opened again.

"Marvellous work," Kamek entered with a basket, "now, let's get you out."

"O-oh, is...is it over?" the alien stammered in his regular voice. "I wasn't sure how to end it."

"You did perfectly, his Majesty was very happy, now don't ever bring it up, let it just stay as a dream."

The grand vizier motioned him to get off the bed before disrobing Kinneas and folding the gown into his basket.

"I'll just get this cleaned, your clothes are being brought to where your ship currently is in the hangar."

"That's good," the mole nodded with a limp, "god I feel sore, that took a lot out of me."

"Hmhmhm, yes," the wizard opened the door, "his Majesty has quite the girth from centuries of royal breeding."

"I-i can tell...going to be feeling that for weeks."

"The way he looked when he left his chamber, I can tell you now that you'll be more than welcome should you ever find yourself here again."

"Oh, thank you!" Kinneas hobbled after him. "You have a lovely world, I wouldn't want to bother you all again, but if somehow I end up back here, I appreciate that, sir."

"Glad to hear. Now just follow me to the hangar, we can sort your exodus with our special unit to ensure your safe travels."

With a trail of thicker white than before leaking out behind him, Kinneas felt a strange flush of energy running through him when he headed down the hall with the magikoopa. He felt an odd pang of nostalgia for the world he would soon leave behind, as he made a mental note for the Mushroom Kingdom's coordinates for any future visits. He also thought to get some spare casual clothes, for he never realised until now how good he looked in pink.