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Mushroom Kingdom: Koopa Transformation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Cario

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Ty yawned, tired, though he didn't quite want to quit his gaming session, not quite yet. It might have been late with only streetlights illuminating the outside of his apartment window, but the TV was turned on with enough of a glow for him to see what he needed to.

He sunk into the bean bag chair, eyes fixed on the screen, lips and jaw soft. It was always hard to ignore the sense of relaxation that game with really getting into a game like that, though the classic Super Mario World, well…there was a lot of nostalgia all bundled up in that one for him, he couldn't lie. Yet he had work in the morning and the Switch, eventually, would have to be set aside for him to sleep – just another thing that would keep him from what he really needed to do to recharge. And, ironically, what would send him back to the gaming console in the end to try to find a bit of relief from the drudgery of life.

“Ugh… Damn it…"

Ty rubbed the back of his hand across his face, though it did not help as much as he would have liked it to in rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Yes, there was nothing more he could do about that, most surely, needing to rest. Dragging himself up from the bean bag and saving his game, with the little icon of Mario remaining on the screen, he slunk through to bed, the weight of his steps clumping down into the carpet with every footfall.

He fell into bed, sleep overcoming him – and then everything changed.

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Huh?

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Ty started awake, jerking his head back and forth, but something felt different there. It was as if his head was set differently on his neck… Jeez, he must have slept in a funny position! He groaned, trying to blink sleep from his eyes, but, well…something seemed to be keeping them heavier than usual.

Light filtered into the room and he once again cursed the lack of curtains, even though it seemed softer than before. Maybe it was grey outside and gloomy: that often affected the light quality that entered his apartment.

Grunting, he scratched at himself, moving his hand over his stomach, though something felt wrong there too. It was as if the skin there had a different texture and he couldn't feel those fine little hairs that had been on his stomach before.

Huh… Strange…

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But he didn't want to get up yet as he rolled in bed. His alarm hadn't gone off yet, so what kind of problem was that? He could stay there, yes, just for a little bit longer.

The sheets felt different too. Silken. Soft. As if they were of a much higher quality than what he was used to, picked up from one of the cheaper stores in town. He murmured, burrowing deeper into them, pressing his nose into them and inhaling with a small smile tugging at his lips. Mmm… That was a good smell, something floral… He would have said roses if he had had to try to name the flower that the scent came from, just throwing a guess out there, even if that was probably far from accurate. Still, Ty liked it, snuffling softly as he nuzzled into the bed.

And yet his eyes had to fully open sooner or later, blinking to find…that all was not as it seemed. If he had been more awake in the first place, well, he would have seen that before, but the bed was dressed in a tasteful pink: not overpowering but not by any means something that Ty would have chosen for himself, if he had had an option in what bedsheets to put on. There was no duvet and the shape of his body under the sheets looked strange too, oddly lumpy, perhaps even thicker than before.

Blinking slowly, his mind worked to try to catch him up to speed, yet things were not as easy as all that. Better not to look at himself then, but to look around, letting his gaze roam the room, with open stonework showing through, as if it was something out of the Renaissance era – which he was most familiar with from some of his older favourite video games. A lit lantern flickered on the wall, though the flame did not seem to be actively burning anything down, which was curious in itself.

It was a weird sort of room, he had to admit, not taking everything in, the glow of a couple of torches not enough to overrule the natural light pouring in from the window, which was offset with light, blue curtains. The curtains, however, were long and flowing, falling far past the windows – and light enough too that they allowed the natural light through them, even if he could not tell from a distance (nor did Ty all that much care).

It wasn't his room. Was he dreaming? The room felt real, the sheets pulling under his hand. And the bed was larger than his too, draped in a different shade of pink, a four-poster bed that he would have liked to sleep in if he'd had a chance, but had never tried to find a hotel that offered such a thing.

He gulped, heart pounding, tongue thick and heavy and fuzzy in his mouth. What was going on? Slowly, as if he was afraid of what he was going to find there, he pulled at the covers, tugging them down over his chest until something that Ty could never have anticipated appeared there, revealed in all their glory: a large, full pair of breasts.

“Uh… What?"

His voice was not his own, lighter and higher-pitched – but Ty pushed that from his mind as he shoved the sheets further down, exploring the weight of the pair of breasts. They were a soft shade, scaled – that had to be what the strange texture of his skin had been – but a cream shade whereas the rest of his body seemed to be a shade of orange. But it was the breasts that captured his attention, breath hitching, not knowing what he was doing as he poked them curiously, shuddering at how they were smooth to the touch, smoother than the light definition of the scaling was on the rest of his body.

“This has to be… No…"

He curled his hand into a pointing gesture, all fingers except for the forefinger curled in against a hand that seemed smaller and pudgier than what he was used to. The orange scales lay flat to his body, allowing him full flexibility and dexterity in his hand, his fingers clawed, but they had light pink nail polish on them, complete with sparkly glitter. Some part of him warmed inside, kind of liking it even if Ty didn't think that that was any kind of style choice that he would ever have gone for himself.

His eyes wandered back to his breasts, heat rising in his cheeks, somehow still feeling as if he should not have been looking there. But if it was his body or a dream, that… That wasn't all that bad, surely, was it? There were more variations in the shades of the scales on his chest than he had taken in before, tracing a claw curiously around the fat, pink nipples with a deepening blush, admiring the softer dark gold scales that framed the areolas.

“That's… Mmm, that's kinda pretty!"

He laughed lightly, liking the sound, relaxing into the body. Hell, he'd had enough happen to him, he might as well go with it. It felt like the best course of action, even though he didn't quite know what it was that he wanted to be doing there, what was happening or anything really. Perhaps it didn't matter anyway. It was not as if anything in his real life and the real world, the working world, had ended up mattering. Why would that be any different?

He rolled over onto all fours, feeling a bit shorter than he had been, but maybe that was the stronger set of his arms and shoulders, how his legs attached to his body. There was a weight on his back, but it was not all that bad – just a small, pink shell with white spikes on the back that he could just about see if he craned his neck around. His eyes widened, realising at last just what he had become.

“I'm… I'm Wendy Koopa!"

And a fully grown, adult Wendy Koopa too, just like in the games! His jaw dropped, though it was not something that he could come to terms with that easily, but with no shaft between her legs any longer and what could only be defined as the soft, plump folds of a woman's pussy… He shivered.

No. Not he. Ty was no longer he. She was a Koopa, Wendy Koopa, whether she was going to be like that for a little while or a long while. And she was tired of the world she had lived in, so very tired, turning instead to embrace the world of Wendy Koopa. If it was a dream, she was going to live it as if it was his reality. And, if it was her reality, she thought with a defiant upward tilt of her chin, she would live it for as long as it continued to be so.

Sometimes, that was all one could do. Taking on a woman's body, Wendy Koopa's body, and, in a way, stepping into another life too.

She staggered out of bed, though that was not all that easy, finding a new centre of balance and tottering to the window. She was not particularly short, after all – it was just the mental perception that she had had of herself as being a Koopa, but that didn't matter when the reality of it was so very different. The floor seemed warm under her bare, clawed feet, and she brushed the curtain inside to see just where she had ended up.

Ah. Bowser's castle. But it looked like a different castle, maybe a kind of castle that her imagination had cooked up, though the giant lava pit encircled it like a moat at the bottom, bubbling and seething. She was sure that she didn't have to worry about harming herself in that, considering that she was now a Koopa, just like him, wiggling her hips excitedly from one side to the other, a short tail poking out over her buttocks.

It looked, to all appearances, like a modern level in a Mario game, filled with flying Koopa turtles bobbling back and forth in the distance, more Koopa guards staffing the ramparts, another on what looked to be the drawbridge over the lava moat. There were even question blocks and cubes hovering in the air, some of them moving faintly up and down with a rhythm that she could not discern. It was as if they defied the pressure of the air itself, gravity holding no meaning for them.

She grinned. She liked that. She liked that rather a lot, in fact. She'd always wanted to be able to spend more time playing games and now it looked like she had her perfect opportunity. Honestly, what more could she have asked for? And she had a new body too!

A body that she had by no means spent enough time exploring so far…

She walked, more steadily that time, back to the bed, feeling the weight of every step as she took it, though Wendy's hands were quick to wander. The Koopa stroked down her breasts to her pussy and…

…maybe not. The shock of heat and pleasure scared even her, shuddering back and away from it as if she was sensitive, too sensitive, but… She laughed and blushed at herself, shaking her head.

“You are silly… Maybe you should just go out and play the game, girl! Isn't it all one big game for us?"

Her heart lifted at calling herself a girl, though…there was one problem. Where were all the clothes that were supposed to be there for her to wear? She was a Koopa princess, after all, Bowser's daughter, and there should have been more than enough there for her to wear. Yet all there was there was a row of pink bows with polka dots on a shelf, which she carefully took and fixed into place atop her head.

That, of course, didn't cover much of her, not her modesty by any means. She teetered back and forth on her toes at the door, doubting herself. Did Koopas ever wear clothes? It probably wasn't going to be a problem…

She tried it, ducking out into the castle, though Wendy clearly had a presence there too. The guards were her first challenge, though they only stood taller to attention when she passed them and nodded politely.

“Morning, Ms Koopa!"

“Good day, Ms Koopa!"

She grinned. They didn't even look twice at her – that was great!

“Good morning!"

It was good to hear a new voice overtaking her old one. She didn't need those male, rougher tones sullying a woman's tone, oh no. That wasn't for her.

The castle was expansive, some parts set up with traps and pitfalls, though she was alerted to them, as an inhabitant of the castle and not an imposter, on her approach to them. Tapping a block with a question mark on it curiously, it popped up with a hint on where to go, directing her down to the main entrance hall and dining area off it.

“Maybe that's where I shall go then!"

Whether or not others knew that she was someone else in Wendy Koopa's body or not was none of her concern, as long as she got away with it. It was strange though to feel the cool air caressing her skin, teasing over her scaled form, nude and free, though all in the best of ways. She wouldn't have minded a few looks, to be fair, but she preferred them not to be looking at her, for that at least meant that she had done the right thing in going out without any clothes on, able to live her life there as nude and as comfortable as she liked.

It would have been a shame, after all, to tuck away such a gorgeous pussy again, feeling the softness of it between her thighs, though Wendy was not brave enough to touch it again and feel that shock of exhilarating pleasure – not yet, at least. That would come, she was sure, all in good time. And it was not as if she wanted to close off her large, soft breasts from the world either, oh on. That would have been a shame, a real shame, along with the full round of her heart-shaped butt, tail wiggling over the top of it.

The entrance hall was reached via a sweeping staircase with a red carpet, everything fitting the sort of world that she would have expected it to, though the air around her was not cold enough to make her uncomfortable. Wendy smiled and all but strutted down into what she thought was a dining room – and she was right.

The difference was that it wasn't as empty as she had anticipated. With a long table, laid out with all manner of scrumptious breakfast foods, from pastries to cooked meats and more, there sat her new family: Bowser, Roy, Iggy – and a whole host of other Koopas that she didn't honestly know the names of, yet she instinctively knew were her family.

Oh, and Bowser Jr, of course, him too. That was impossible to miss him at Bowser's right-hand side, sitting there with a grin, though there was an air of relaxation about them, no family tension to be had amongst anyone.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled and waved, prancing in as if it was the most normal thing in the world for her to join them for breakfast, though the Koopas greeted her cheerfully.

“Morning, Wendy!"

“Hi, Wendy!"

“Hey!"

Everyone there still had their natural shells, all part of the same Koopa family under Bowser, the one in control who nodded at her with a smile. Of course, Bowser had his mouth full of food so he didn't say anything special to her – but why would he say anything special, because, to him, she was the same Wendy Koopa that had eaten breakfast with them all every day. There was nothing different to them, Bowser settling more comfortably into his big chair.

That morning, she stayed quiet, mostly listening to them, trying to get the lay of the land. It was interesting listening to them all talk, though she was suddenly ravenous, famished to the point that her stomach gurgled. It was an easy ploy to dig into every fine food within her reach on the table, downing goblets of juice, water washing it all down, though it was clean and pure and fresh on her tongue.

They did not have the usual family conversations that she could have expected, eating quietly, keeping an eye out, though feeling more at home and settled than she had in a very long time. Taking about ways to invade the Mushroom Kingdom proved that the Koopas were still very much on the attack, though she did snigger a little bit at yet another botched attempt to capture Princess Peach, even if she didn't say anything. If it made Bowser happy and, really, no harm was done in the end, who was she to say anything? He was her father there, after all.

There was no sense of exposure, none at all, settling until she was full and toying with her napkin, though she did notice that the other Koopas perhaps did not have the best table manners. Maybe that was something that she could help them with, but it wasn't all that big of a concern in the end.

“Right, guys… I've got things to do!"

She tried a little talking, getting a nod from a couple and a roll of the eyes from Bowser Jr, though she chanced that it seemed more good-natured from him than annoyed. She could deal with that, for there were still changing relationships and boundaries there that she had to work out. Of course, she was going to tread on some toes, but she wanted to be respectful of everyone too.

Exploring would help that, though she liked the sense of slotting into her new life, nude but for her pink shell, as if it was not one that she had never lived before. It was like coming back to a saved game on a much-loved console and picking it right up again as if nothing had changed, a sense of comfort and wellbeing, of belonging, washing over her.

It was a good feeling. It was something that she had not honestly felt before, not in a familial way or a homely way – though Wendy didn't want to think back on the life that she had left, not in a way at all that she'd want to go back there. It wasn't something worth pursuing if she had something better there for her, something that she could lean into and enjoy.

All as if she was starting a new video game again, all for the very first time.

The outside of the castle called her, though it seemed to be safe for Koopas there, which she was grateful for. She didn't honestly feel as if she was up to fighting anyone or even if she would be adequately able to fight anyone as Wendy Koopa. Maybe there was some kind of shell attack that she could use? She had not paid as much attention to Wendy Koopa, quite honestly, as she could have – but that was by the by. It was far more fun to explore and take in a new world that was both familiar and strange to her at the same time.

“Hm…" She murmured, poking her nose around a corner just outside the castle, over the drawbridge, though she didn't intend on going too far outside. “What's this now?"

Other Koopa gave her plenty of space, though it was not as if there were crowds outside, everyone deferring politely to her, though what she did notice was that the shells of other Koopa more or completely covered their genitals, unlike her. That could have been because she was the only lady Koopa around, but she was more interested in the little croquet kit that had been set up on a surprisingly green law. Taking a croquet stick (what the heck were those things called anyway?), Wendy bounced up onto a little block with the ball, swinging the mallet (ah, that was it!) back and forth experimentally. She knew a bit of croquet from the mini games, though couldn't remember if they had been in the main series. What did it matter?

It was too much fun to swing the mallet with two hands, squealing happily as she knocked the ball over the finely trimmed lawn. The garden of sorts that she was in was framed with a low, stone wall as if to keep everything in bounds, though there was no one manning the area or managing it in any way. That suited her just fine as her ball rolled through the first target, which was a bent bit of wire stuck into the ground upside down to make a loop that she had to get it through – a little bit of a frumpy job, to be fair. It looked a bit as if someone had done it all in a hurry, as if it was a homemade game, but she bounced forward, keenly trying to knock the ball through as many rings as possible without taking too many swings. The swings of her mallet that she missed, however, she set aside. They probably didn't count when she was scoring points…or swings…or whatever. When it was a lawn game that she was busy making up as she went along, Wendy Koopa most certainly could not care any less about it!

In a way, it was freeing. And she liked that. It could be as simple as that for her.

She made her way back to the castle, not wanting to wander too far, and sidled up to a couple of the guards, their heads held high as they flanked the entrance.

“Hello, guards!" She chirped, swaying her hips, giving every impression of being comfortable in her body. “How are you today?"

The Koopas smiled at her, though one blushed, a little shyer than the other. Somehow, despite her state of undress, it was not related to her body.

“Good morning, Wendy," the more forward guard said, bowing politely to her. “Did you have a pleasant walk? We will be guarding the castle from nasty infiltrators day and night!"

She grinned.

“Yes, I played croquet! I've never done that before, but it would be more fun with a couple of partners. Are there any here that aren't working all the time at the castle?"

The shyer guard, his orange cheeks coloured a deeper shade, nodded and smiled.

“We wouldn't mind guarding you or playing a game with you, Miss Wendy," he said, glancing at the other. “But we don't actually guard day and night. We do have time off."

She laughed and waved.

“Then it's settled! We can play a game of croquet… And perhaps you could help me with the rules of the game!"

She headed inside, though was stopped in the entrance hall by a somewhat wizened-looking Koopa – though it was the blue robe that did it for him along with the hat. Kamek the MagiKoopa was one of the powerful, well-renowned advisors to Bowser, though he was not alone. Roy Koopa, a brother to her, leaned back against the bannisters at the foot of the sweeping staircase while Kamek tried to explain something to him, but the laid-back Koopa didn't seem to be taking any of it in.

“Oh! Wendy!" Kamek smiled and rushed to her, looking her up and down as if he did not see her nudity. “You were quite a while outside the castle, Roy was going to come after you. You've got to take care!"

She chirped and smiled, though settled before them, at ease. Roy was a Koopa like Bowser, but with a purple shell with striking pink spikes. He peered at her over his sunglasses, though the glint of kindness in his eyes put her at ease more than any words.

“I know! I didn't go that far, just for a game. Was I needed for something here?" She asked, trying to act like Wendy, though the role was surprisingly simple for her to take on. “I didn't mean to be away for too long."

“Oh no, dear, no worry at all, but there was talk of a Princess Peach kidnapping and we want to make sure that we know where the family is!"

She nodded.

“I understand, I'll stay near, don't worry."

“Be just careful if you're going out of the castle, Wendy," Roy growled, though it was merely the tone of his voice, not anything threatening. “You don't want to run into that Mario, but Bowser says that he's going to get him sorted soon. Though kidnapping Peach will only have him coming here more, but it's the easiest way to keep the little thing busy…"

She smiled.

“Aw, are you worried about me, big brother?" She teased, winking at him. “You're getting soft!"

Roy rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses up. Her eyes dropped, though perhaps she should not have looked, noting that he had a slit between his legs too, though not like the folds of her pussy. That had to be where the guys kept their genitals, tucking them safely away. For them, it was a little less convenient, she had to admit.

“Ugh, Wendy," he groaned, though it was good-natured, a smile tugging at his lips. “Keep that up and I'll make sure Iggy gets your dessert at dinner, for a week and not a day too! So, don't you go telling everyone that I'm nice to you, just because I'm your brother."

“Agh!" She clutched her chest and staggered, as if she had been mortally wounded, though the wide grin on her face gave the game away. “Noooo, not dessert! Anything but dessert! And you know Iggy's scared of me, really, they're not going to do anything to get food off my plate, bro!"

It was easy to talk to him, even as Roy pushed her off – lightly, as if he didn't want to hurt her – but Wendy skipped away, casting a farewell back over her shoulder. Again, she was struck by how their eyes always remained in the right places on her body, as if it was perfectly normal for her to be going around nude, though she had appreciated from a purely familial sort of way just how muscled her brother was. It made her feel a little safer, like she needed to be kept safe there too, and she was happy for Roy to use his muscle to keep her safe. She didn't think he was her biological brother though, from the lore that she remembered, but that didn't make him any less her family. Maybe she would be able to work out, in time, just who was her family there, though things would come together a little more there, bit by bit, she was sure.

She waved back to them both, a smile easy on her lips.

She was lucky to be there, she knew that. Any Nintendo fan would have been in their element exploring the castle and, as the day wore on, she did indeed find Princess Peach swinging from the ceiling in a suspended cage (it did have a big pillow inside, so she couldn't have been all that uncomfortable), so Bowser must have been successful in yet another princess heist.

She laughed, passing by the swinging princess with a shake of her head. The silly girl – how did she even get kidnapped so often? Didn't she have good guards? But she most likely was not the first to think about that and wonder at it. She was pretty much just a plot point in the games to get Mario out on a mission, though she hoped she too got a chance to face him herself and help Bowser, even if she was going to be sensible and stick around the castle for the sake of her family. She didn't want them worrying about her.

If she'd been less refined, she might have taunted Princess Peach for getting captured, but she was more interested in exploring the castle further, delving down dark corridors where the lanterns were not even lit. Her senses tingled, like a sixth sense that alerted her to danger, and she flattened herself to the wall as a block dropped, accidentally setting off a trap.

SMASH!

She laughed, bouncing into the spot over the cracked stone where the block had been a moment ago. That would get Mario! She might have been more frustrated about that if she had been the one playing the game, as Mario, but it was fun too to be on the other side, to be the team that was trying to thwart him at every turn. It made things more interesting, at least to her, in a sense that she felt that she was doing things for a reason and, in a way, she understood the Koopas more then. They were just trying to protect their family home and expand their lands, to be fair to them, and that looked a whole lot more reasonable now that she could see how they interacted with each other, the family bonds that lay between them. She hoped to get to spend time with every one of her brothers and sisters during her time there – which, if she had her way about it, would be until the very happy end of her days.

Did video game characters ever get to the end of any days, like, when the screen went black for them? She shook her head and skipped down the corridor, checking out what her family had there, from a gaming room to the other bedrooms, trap rooms and trick rooms that Bowser had clearly set up for Mario.

She tapped her chin, pondering. Maybe she could even help Bowser with more traps and the like? She could at least bring in the knowledge that she had from the outside world and how gamers reacted to them, the wickedest and most difficult of them. With no players to contend with, she could even get him to bring in the toughest of them from the really old, classic games that she had lamented over so much in her younger years. Then there would be no way for Mario to win, the silly little thing!

She hummed to herself as she headed back down for dinner, amazed at how quickly and smoothly the day had passed. But her stomach rumbled and, well, it just felt like it was time for dinner. The dining hall, with the long table where all her family sat, was bustling with activity already, though the guards seemed more relaxed around the castle than they had earlier in the day. Perhaps Mario had already been captured and there was a celebration of sorts in order? Wendy smiled. Either way, she would soon find out.

Roy was hanging out by the entrance to the dining room, the doors half-open to allow the spill of noise to pour forth, and she waved at him as she skipped up, breasts swaying lightly and her hips moving from side to side with the natural cadence of her step.

“Hey, bro!" She greeted him cheerfully, in such good spirits that she practically bounced on the balls of her feet. “Are you ready for dinner?"

“Sure thing, sis," he said with a grin, laid back and relaxed, though she caught something stiffening in him. “Just one sec…"

What she hadn't noticed, however, was a Koopa guard staring at her – not one that she had met on her wandering of the castle that day. His eyes were fixed on her cleavage, where her soft breasts naturally came together, most likely from the pull of her scales around them helping her body to form that very natural cleavage without even any clothes on, heat rising in his cheeks. She glanced at him, though didn't mind too much. What was more interesting to her was Roy's reaction.

Even through his dark sunglasses, she could feel his glare, the Koopa standing up straight and staring back at the guard in challenge. The guard caught the look and gulped noticeably, a big lump travelling down his throat, sweat dripping from his brow.

Not a word needed to be said, though she was flattered to see how much her brother wanted to protect and look after her. Okay, sure, she'd heard it said earlier, but that was clear proof of it and it warmed her through as if she had dipped the core of her being into a vat of honey, liquid and smooth.

“Hey, bro," she said, making the first move to break the tension. “Let's go check out some of the new traps they've put out! Or did they already get Mario?"

Roy grinned, his attention diverted back to her.

“What, before dinner? Well, I suppose we've got a little time…"

It didn't matter to her that she'd gotten a look from the guard and noticed a few others sneaking glances, though it was as respectful as if she was wearing clothing, of course. It was good to feel the swing of her hips, flaunting her female form, even if they did not know that it made her feel taller than she was, stronger than she had been.

The traps, of course, were just a ploy, lots set up around the entrances to the castle where Mario would most likely enter, though they did not activate when they passed by. Only ones that were on timers kept moving as they passed by, but she learned from watching Roy that even the block that had fallen earlier would not have truly crushed her: they only fell onto intruders. That was good to know. Even the Thowmp traps posed them no harm, dancing by with their eyes closed and laughter in the air, a brother and sister toying with an imagined kind of danger that was not really there, not for them.

She knew the guards watched her cavort then and wondered which of them saw her as more than what she was, more than simply Wendy Koopa, daughter of Bowser, but someone that they could spend time with too. With a small, delicious little shiver, she hoped that that was something that could become a possibility with her life there. She had to grow as a person, after all, and Wendy very much doubted that any harm at all would come to her with her brother there, always looking out for her and caring for her.

However, dinner beckoned them and they could not put it off forever, even if they could, as Koopa, come and go as they pleased, doing as they willed. They still had their family to spend time with, the relaxing evening meal coming with the bustle of a busy life, though Wendy was already anticipating all the exploration and fun that the next day would bring. Maybe even if she had obligations there too, something to give her direction while she enjoyed the curves of her new body, the simply exquisite feeling of being so settled and comfortable in her beautiful form.

She only wished she'd woken up as Wendy Koopa years ago.

Wendy slipped back to her bedroom in the evening, after having dinner with her family, though she had mostly just chatted back and forth with Roy, who'd had some big plans about overthrowing the Mushroom Kingdom. It wasn't something, to be fair, that she had all that much interest in herself, but she still listened politely while taking in the gruff warmth of the Koopa family all around her with a smile.

It was good to be home.

Her pussy had enticed her all day, but she hadn't known whether she was bold enough to go that far yet. If it was a dream (though Wendy did not think that it was), it was not any kind of dream that she seemed due to wake up from any time soon, which was fine by her. She'd rather stay there in the Koopa's kingdom forever, right where she had friends, where she had a family.

“Oh, yes…"

She laid back on her bed, enjoying the plushness of the mattress, how soft it was. It looked like a servant must have been in at some point to tidy up and make the bed, though she'd thought she'd left it at least mostly tidy. But the silken nature of the sheets was relieving, soothing, cool on her skin and flowing softly over her scales so that it didn't catch.

She rolled luxuriously onto her front, letting her nipples be caressed by that silk, the soft luxury of it – even though it was the bare minimum of luxury, to be fair. It was a strange sensation to feel her nipples perking up softly against the cool of the sheets, but she leaned into it with due need, her back arching, pushing her hips up and back.

“Ohhhh…"

A soft moan, a tiny moan, but it was the first of many, many more to come. She slipped to her side, squeezing her thighs together, her pussy already wet and slick inside with her arousal. The Koopa shivered. When had that happened? She hadn't even noticed herself getting all hot and bothered, but perhaps that was something else she would have to get used to paying a little more attention to, having scales rather than skin.

Her body prickled through and ached with heat, though she couldn't help but lick her lips, cupping her bosom with both hands and rolling onto her back to boldly spread her legs. Wendy could not say whether she would be disturbed there, but she didn't care, not as her fingers walked down her curvy figure, the flat line of her stomach, to the soft fold of her pussy.

That electric thrill zinged through her all over again, all from the lightest touch on her pussy, the folds sensitive, so very much so. It was as if she needed nothing special at all to get herself all hot and bothered, but she pressed on past that moment, allowing it to come without any sense of fear – for she had had some sense of trepidation in her heart before, to be fair. It had been so different, after all, to having a shaft – but right in that way, as if it was the body that she'd always been supposed to have.

That thought sank into her, warming her through while she explored the folds of her sex, the softness of them, how they “gave" lightly to the pressure of her fingers. Yet it was too tantalising to hold back, now that she had broached had set her heart anxiously pounding, easing a digit down, seeking out the entrance to her sex. The hot hole closed around her finger as she pressed it in deeper and deeper, wanting to see just how far she could go, squeezing it in deeper and deeper. The Koopa squirmed deliciously as she penetrated herself, curling her finger up inside her, trying to feel just how deep she could go.

She pushed her finger in up to the knuckle, quivering like a strung arrow, before reaching the deepest point within her pussy, panting lightly. She could not sweat, apparently, not with scales, but she was more than comfortable where she was there, wetter and wetter as her passage closed and pulsed around her finger.

“Oh…"

A soft gasp was drawn from her lips as if it had any right to be there, but she pressed onward, working her finger back and forth, catching her clit. Oh, that was something that she had not paid attention that she should have before, but it was there, throbbing and pulsating lightly, with every beat of her heart and pump of blood right down into the sensitive nub of flesh. Catching her breath, she couldn't help but press down on it, drawing her finger back so that she could use the pad of her finger and the tip of her claw more delicately, whimpering faintly.

“Oh, that feels… Oh…"

Was that how arousal and being turned on were supposed to feel? It had never been anything at all like that for a guy, as a guy! But maybe that was because she'd never had it the way that she'd wanted it, grunting throatily, closing her eyes, moisture in them that she hadn't expected to find there. The sheets were warmer under her, taking on some of the heat of her body, and she rocked her hips greedily down into them as she circled her clit with her finger, teasing the nub, enjoying every tiny sensation.

She just wanted to drink it all in, to experience every last little thing that she could. It was her right, after all, as Wendy Koopa.

She took her time, sliding her finger around her clit, feeling how the nub was usually tucked within a little hood, though that was, at least, how she would have expected for a woman. For a Koopa, however, she couldn't say that she had thought all that much about their anatomy before, even if she had plenty of time to explore then. The Koopa grinned widely as she squirmed on the bed, her spiked shell digging into the sheets, but it didn't matter to her if the spikes cut into the sheets or damaged them in any way. For her, she was more than sure there would be some way for them to be fixed or replaced.

All she had to concern herself was with her pleasure, how her pussy grew slicker, tempting her fingers back to it, those little, pulsating electric thrills focused on her clit. They shocked through her whole body, however, as if they were coming directly from the pleasure centre of her brain, her skin hot and crawling, even though she had scales covering her body.

“Ohhh… Come on…"

It was a new body to explore and, of course, it was going to take a little time to sink into it, to truly let the form settle over her as it was supposed to. More boldly that time, Wendy slipped two fingers into her pussy, crooking them out towards her belly – and gasped as she stroked over a very sensitive spot.

It was even more electric than her clit, as if molten lava from the moat outside had been poured into her veins. She whimpered and licked her lips, doing it again, her thumb brushing her clit, sensations mounting more and more. Fortunately for her, she had the privacy of her room to do so, though even the thought of hunkering down behind one of the many statues lining Bowser's castle excited her too, even masturbating where someone could have walked in on her at any moment.

Wendy huffed softly, cheeks filling with air as she puffed them out again, shifting her weight from one side to the other. And yet the heat within her grew and grew, insurmountable in its stringent intensity.

“Ah… Yes… I need…this…" She whined, licking her lips, though her mouth was a lot dryer than she was used to, every tiny, little sensation coming to light at the forefront of her mind now that she finally had the time to spare them the due attention they deserved. “But how do I…"

She had to work out how to get off, but a body like that was new to her and had to be explored, had to be invigorated, had to be tasted. She brought a shaking hand to her lips, glistening with the juices from her pussy, and tentatively licked a finger. Her eyes widened sharply and it was with a low, sultry moan that she slipped deeper into the enjoyment of her own body, taking a finger deep into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, again and again.

Even her taste was creamy, so sweet, as if it was a treat that she could enjoy, from herself, time after time again. More eagerly, she rubbed her breasts, feeling how her nipples perked up, though they were not the only erogenous zone on her body, not as she ran her hand down her front, resting at the curve of her hip. Even the scales at the front of her body, where the line of her hip ran down to her crotch, were so sensitive that Wendy gasped and shuddered bodily, caught by the urge to pump her hips up right then and there.

She couldn't help herself, following the lead of her body and filling her pussy once again with two eager fingers, driving deep. All she had to do was what felt good and, really, how hard could that be? She worked her fingers passionately inside her, making sure to give her clit a little squeeze with either her thumb or the heel of her hand with every deep pass, breath catching, hitching, as if something entirely unknown to her was fluttering in her chest.

“Oh… Yes… Ohhhh…"

She pressed her moans into the pillows, squirming and twisting back and forth, yet the cord of tension built and built inside her, drawn tauter and tauter, to the point that it could not be held back for a single moment more. Her fingers pressed up against that overly sensitive pleasure spot inside her, what she would come to know to be her G-spot, at the same moment as her thumb brushed her clit – and then the moment was out of her control. Her hand pumped back and forth erratically, lost in the moment, as her pussy closed and squeezed around her hand, almost as if it was trying to drag her deeper.

“Oh, oh, ohhhh!"

Wendy cried out, digging her feet down into the bed and arching her back up, pumping her hips with wild, raw abandon. There was no going back, not then, not ever, whimpering and panting, letting her first orgasm as a Koopa woman roll through her. Her pussy was not squeezing as hard as her mind had first thought it was, of course, but that was by the by as wave after wave of molten delight poured through her. There seemed to be no end to it as she squealed and thrashed, but the gush of arousal around her fingers, making her pussy and her hand even wetter than they both had been before, only sealed the deal for her.

Panting heavily, she sprawled out on the bed, unable to do anything to stop the grin from stretching across her lips as she held up her steadier hand before her. It glistened with her arousal, evidencing her lust, gleaming strands of lust strung out between her finger and thumb – before they broke and clung to her, viscous and slick. In a moment, that hand was at her face, voraciously licking it off, suckling the fingers greedily clean, taking all that Wendy well and truly saw as hers with the passion of a true Koopa.

Maybe that was who she had been all along, really – she just hadn't realised it. Maybe that was why life as a man, as a human, had never been for her, why she had sought so much solace in other words, in breaking from her own reality, as it had been called. Even in the bliss of the afterglow and the glory of hindsight, finally with the time and the space to think things through, Wendy was not even sure she cared.

Her hand, however, was back between her thighs in a moment, springing around onto all fours again, resting a shoulder on a pillow so that she could dip her torso down to the bed. That left her buttocks up in the air, grinning widely as she squeezed tears of joy from her eyes, blinking to clear the moisture. For it was not there for any terrible reason, only as she felt so whole, so full to the brim, as if she had come into something that she had not even realised that was waiting there for her, all along, just to reach out and snatch it up.

“Ohhhhhh!"

Her moans came more easily then, exploring her body, relishing in the sensation of her nipples sliding against the silky sheets as her chest pressed into them. She ground and humped wantonly back into her own hand, wondering if she could find some toys in the Koopa kingdom. But that was something that Wendy could come to another day, set there to explore her body as her cries of ecstasy echoed off the walls of her room, caught up in the delight that was to be had in orgasm after orgasm.

There were toys too, which she found with a shudder of surprise, tucked away in a chest with a gold clasp that had been hidden under the bed. But they were not like any sex toys that Wendy had seen in the human world, to be fair, and seemed to be cut and made from jewels and gold, a dildo like a diamond perfect smooth with a rounded handle and grip at the end, presumably for when it got too slippery in the throes of passion.

She grinned, tapping her fingers against it as it made a light, rattling sound, like claws tapping class.

“Mmm… You will do nicely."

She took that one on her side, lifting her leg a little so that she could more easily get at her pussy, the dildo teasing deep, pressing in, inch after inch, though the smoothness of the clear-cut gemstone made it easy. It filled her nicely, much better than her fingers, and she moaned aloud, eyes half-lidded, squirming in place.

“Oh, yes, yes… Mmmm…"

It worked deeper than her fingers, though she had to angle it to tease it over that special spot inside her when she thrust it, imagining that she had a big, strong Koopa with a kind smile there in bed to enjoy her. Her body, as it was, deserved to be enjoyed, did it not? She was enjoying it, but it would have all been even better with a partner, she was sure, feeling the cold crystal warm to the heat of her body.

It was good… Even better when she got into a rhythm with it, her fingers rubbing her clit while the other hand worked the dildo deeper and deeper, right up to the point where it bottomed out inside her. Her breath hitched, breasts shuddering, but Wendy pressed on, not wanting to let the fire that had flared up within her peter out.

Not yet. Not then. She was already ready for so very much more…

It didn't come slowly, that second orgasm, blistering through her as she all but shrieked, eyes closed, her whole body rocking down against the dildo, amazed that a toy like that could give her so much pleasure. Her pussy gripped it, though the contractions that rolled through her were not even, some coming more strongly than others. It was not something she could control, not even as she bucked against the pressure of the dildo, aching for more, the sweep of pleasure bringing right along with it a ravenous hunger that ached and bit for the next round.

But Wendy had more than enough time to seek out that pleasure for herself, of course, not wanting to hold back. She panted, tossing that toy aside and taking a knobbled dildo instead with a handle grip at the end again for her pussy. That brought even more flickering sparks of sensation to her, picking up more and more, prickling through as her pussy was caressed and stimulated in a new way.

“Ah… Yes… A little more… Mmmmph…"

Wendy groaned as she pressed the toy up inside her, seeking out that sensitive spot inside her again, though worked out that, if she let the base of the dildo drop towards her pussy she could stimulate her clit a little more too. And she was greedy for it, letting another orgasm rise with the lumps and bumps on the pink crystal dildo stimulate her, grinding over that overly sensitive spot repeatedly. Sometimes, the pressure was too much for her and she had to steel herself to go back to it, panting heavily, but the bliss of orgasm dragging her deliciously under was all that she craved, easily enticing her under, again and again.

Orgasm as a woman, indeed, was so very much better than it could veer have been as a man…

The end of the night found her, having lost count of every climax, even her throat a little sore from using her voice so much. But no one that saw her, if there had been anyone there, could have ever denied the wide, satisfied smile on her face, how it insisted on pulling at the corners of her lips, despite her tiredness. It could not be kept away, regardless of everything, and she was more than happy with her place in the Koopa kingdom.

Desire had found her there and opened doors that Wendy had never even known could have been opened. Giggling, she splayed herself out across the large bed, sinking into the sheets, even the wet spot that was half under her right buttock. Even that was not enough to make her care about the modicum of discomfort when she was simply so deliriously, overwhelmingly happy.

She'd found where she belonged and that was the best thing of all as night gleamed beyond her window.

She only wondered at just how far she would be able to go in the kingdom, exploring the castle and beyond, what further delights lay out there for her.