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The smell of fire filled the air, and Mario jumped back avoiding a large fist that smashed into the ground. It left a sturdy dent in the concrete. Mario jumped on the still-recovering Bowser, kneeing him in the snout, and then using his horn as leverage to bounce off him. The key to winning was keeping momentum, and never stopping.
He slid across the platform that was surrounded by smoldering lava. He and his brother finally made it to the deepest levels of Bowser's castle. His job was to distract Bowser, while Luigi located the princess. The brute needed to be out of the way if their plan was going to work.
Fire spewed from the monster's mouth. The small man found himself leaping from side to side, avoiding the burning beam. One touch would send him ablaze, and he already took a good amount of damage from a poorly dodge tailspin. He tasted iron in his mouth, as smoke infected his lungs.
The two fighters stood; ash surrounding them as if it were snow. The only sound was the deep rumble of the dark lava boiling, as well as the ambiance of the castle. Someone was about to make a move, and that someone happened to be Bowser. The beast hurled himself forward ready to strike, Mario bounced back, but Bowser predicted his move; he whipped around; his spiked tail knocking Mario forward from behind.
He took air, before rolling across the black pavement. He propped himself up, grunting at the newly formed injury.
“Stars, that hurt.” Was the thought that followed through the plumber’s mind. He tasted crimson as he felt the blood drip down his lips. The unexpected hero stood to his feet, already in a fighting stance. Ready for another round.
“You don’t know when to give up, do you?”
Bowser's booming voice echoed throughout the castle, there was feral harshness to his tone.
“I’m afraid not, Bowser, but I could say the same about you.”
Bowser only smiled and crossed his arms. His mere size became more apparent.
“You’re on the wrong side, boy. It’s a waste of talent for such an irrelevant kingdom. Maybe it’s just how you humans were built, or maybe it's just you.”
Bowser took a step with his words. Mario did as well; still not letting his guard up.
“I fight for no kingdom, only the ones I care about."
Mario only spoke the truth, he wasn’t much of a political man. Bowser sneered at that comment, the genuine sweetness making him more annoyed than before.
“Oh please, you’re gonna make me sick. I doubt they do the same for you, by the end of your lifetime. You’re bound to be locked in one of my cells. Let’s speed up the process.”
Bowser snapped his fingers, and familiar noise was heard as Mario saw a shadow increasingly grow over him. Just in the nick of time, he leaped forward, rolling into a ball before landing on his knee. He stared behind him in shock as the thwomp retracted back into the air.
That was too close of a call, way too close. There was no way he didn’t see that when he entered the room. There had to be magic at pl-
Before the small man could finish his thought. He felt Bowser's large hand grab him by his chest, he struggled as the scaled monster lifted him up, and slammed him into the stoned ground. A slight ringing could be heard, and his vision was mildly blurred.
When everything came into focus, the only thing in his view was Bowser grinning in satisfaction.
“I caught you off guard with that one, huh plumber-boy?”
Mario only gritted his teeth in pain, and Bowser’s grip tightened around him. Dark red poured from his forehead, and the heat of the room started to become unbearable.
“Awww got nothing to say now? What a shame, I was enjoying our oh-so insightful conversion earlier.”
Mario glared at the beast pinning him down. His mind focused on finding a weak spot in his hold.
Suddenly Bowser’s voice became a deep guttural tone.
“It would be such a waste to kill you.” The king's free hand caressed Mario’s face who turned away at the touch, his claws dangerously close to breaking his lightly tanned skin.
“I wonder what I’ll ever do with you. Too dangerous to be left unchecked, but too valuable to be disposed of carelessly. Even after this, you'll probably end up finding a way out to escape."
The tone of the violent tyrant made Mario feel uneasy. There was almost a gentle fondness to it, mixed with something eerie and unknown.
“You won't win Bowser, you never have and never will. As long as there's good in the world, you will always be defeated.”
Blue met red. Light met dark. Human met monster.
“You talk too much.”
Pain shot through Mario's side, and he felt Bowser start to dig his claws in. The short man gasped in pain, and right then, a thick snake-like tongue attempted to enter his mouth. His eyes widened in panic, second-guessing himself as to what was truly happening.
Mario squirmed under Bowser’s hold, as he felt the monster's thumb start to rub against his sides. His access to air became more limited the longer the kiss lasted. His brain started to get hazy as oxygen was currently being stripped from it.
Bowser finally pulled himself off of his rival, leaving the poor man gasping for air. He only stared at the king in exasperation and confusion at what just happened.
“I think I just found a situation for your always-running mouth. Now I would say play nice, but for you, I much rather you struggle.”
The young hero’s eyes widen in terror as he felt a large hand reach for his bottom. The sound of fabric being tired open seemed deafening to his ears. As his brain finally processes what was happening to him.
“Wait! What are you doing?! Sei arrabbiato!?”
He clashed against Bowser’s hold on him. His arms and legs kicked and hit the best they could.
“This isn’t right, Bowser!”
The reptilian-type king paid no mind to his victim's struggles, and he tore through the final layer of cloth. Mario let out a pitched cry, as he felt the cold-blooded beast meet his skin.
“That’s what I like to hear. All the hero’s trials and tribulations all leading up to this. I doubt it was worth it.”
Mario got quiet for a second, his struggle stopping in the process.
“You’re wrong. Anything I do for the ones I care about is worth it.”
Mario started into Bowser’s eyes, defiance was written all over them, as he spoke honest words. Of course, he could never predict this outcome, but he wouldn’t let this be his final end.
Bowser only smirked, “I’ll make you eat those words, you know.”
He’s been battling this savage for years, this will be no different, right?
“I doubt it.”
Bowser let go of Mario, before quickly grabbing him by his face and holding him down. Tiny legs kick at unwelcomed action, which was currently making it hard to breathe.
“Big talk, for someone so small. It’s quite impressive that you’ve ever survived this long.”
Bowser grabbed both of Mario's legs, holding them together. The only thing still able to fight was his arms, desperately trying to pray off Bowser's grip on his face.
“What to do, what to do…” The king made a thoughtful noise and pondered his next course of action.
Suddenly, it came to him, moving as fast as he could, he swiftly pinned both of the human arms onto the stone ground. He wanted to see the hero’s face, he had to for his own sanity.
He wanted this for so long, and now he was finally going to get it. And if he plays his cards right, he’ll be able to indulge in this as long as he wants. This was the man who made him taste his own blood. That is not something that often happens, it's a true rarity.
Memories of watching his prize from afar polluted his mind. The way he smiled at the ones he loved, his generosity, and his calming disposition. It contracted heavily, with an angered and thrashing man in his hold. But this was right, that side of him was from them. This side was only for him.
“You’ll pay for this, I promise you!”
The short man’s threats were empty to the beast. He knew him too well, already. Ravage wasn’t his type of thing. He only sought peace, and only fought as a last resort. Always trying his best to protect those he loved.
“Me and you both know that’s not true. It’s not in your nature. It never was and never will be.”
“Like you would know!” Mario barked up, unsettled by Bowser's gentle tone. He seemed to get lost in his thoughts and breaking out of character. A feeling of slight dejection washed over him, as he realized that smiling face would never be aimed at him. Maybe it was better this way.
Bowser always liked rare things, and this version of him was very rare. It was only ever shown towards him.
“Oh dear, I know a lot about you and whether you like it or not. I will know more until there's nothing left to know.”
He leaned in, licking Mario’s neck.
“What spot you like the best, what makes you tick.”
The red hero shivered at the feeling of Bowser's cold tongue hitting his bare skin.
“What makes you laugh, what makes you cry.”
Bowser lightly bit down, making sure not to hit vital veins, but still drawing blood.
“What makes you scream, and what makes you fall apart inside.”
Mario felt his eye dart around looking for a way to escape. Bowser’s slow tone made him anxious. As it was never heard until now.
“Why are you doing this?” That was the only thing that left Mario’s mouth. His voice was small but still had strength in his question.
Bowser went quiet, before nuzzling his head on Mario's chest.
“Because…Because you’re the only person who made me feel something more than hate.”
The human eyes widened, and Bowser once again changed his position. He grabbed the plumber’s neck, keeping him still with one hand. He used the other to open the slit that contained his most private appendage.
A highly erected mass flung out. The slight of it, made the short man impulsive cross his legs. Not only out of insecurity, but out of protectiveness of his insides.
Bowser regained his usual aura, as he wickedly smiled at his captured prey.
“Also, I have a knot in my belt, and I know you'll be able to fix it. Now hold still, little guy, this gonna hurt.”
The grip on the man's neck tightens, as he felt his insides twist up. His mind repeatedly took double takes of what was happening. The only thing that gave him a small peace of mind, is that his brother and the princess would have enough time to escape.
Mario felt cool liquid enter the tear that Bowser had created. The chilling feeling caused his body to jolt upward, as everything else was overheated. Fights didn’t usually last this long, so his layered clothes started to become unbearable.
“Stop! It doesn’t have to be like this! I-I…”
Bowser only growled in delight at Mario’s loss of words. He clearly didn't plan for this happening, and thus didn't have the proper reaction for it. The small man let out a silent cry of anguish, as he felt the throbbing mass enter his unprepared body.
The powerful king let out a low hiss as well, he tried to retrain himself as he didn’t want to inflict serious damage to his often-winning opponent. He wanted to save that for later.
“Tell me, pastaboy. Is this your first time, because really fucking feels like it.”
Despite the pain he was feeling, he was still conscious enough to look at Bowser's face. His resentful, but heartbroken face told the monster everything. Growing up, he was always told to wait for marriage.
Bowser only laughed at the realization; as he started pushing in deeper with glee.
“You did always seem like the prude type, but a virgin? That's a bit sad.”
The young man let out a low howl through gritted teeth, as Bowser bent forward to meet his face.
Wanting to soak up every displaced expression of his new-found trophy. Baby tears started to form, as sweat and blood shined on his skin, his face red with embarrassment, shame, and his body’s natural reaction of arousal. This site was only once in a lifetime, and Bowser was ravished in that transparent fact.
No matter what, he would always remember him as his first. It was tragic for the human but meant the world to the monster.
“Oh don’t cry, little one. Losing your purity to royalty is nothing to scoff at.”
The villain of the story felt his size be fully engulfed in the small hero. He chose to give him a simple mercy, by letting him adjust his size before moving. He knew once he started; it would be almost impossible to stop.
“This…this doesn’t make any sense. Please, stop, I can’t…”
He couldn’t finish his sentence, and Bowser's grip around his neck tightened. A snake-like tongue attempted to taste his mouth. He savored Mario's blood, which caused his already sharp pupils to dilate. Attraction and hunger overflowed in his inhuman body, his spiked tail swaying back and forth in pure happiness. He finally got his one true love after years of watching from afar.
“You can’t fathom how long I’ve wanted this. How long have I needed this.”
He bit down once again on the brunette’s neck, this time sinking in deeper, as he jerked his hips up. His massive smooth textured mass stimulated every part of the red hero’s insides. The coldness caused his body to tremble uncontrollably, as he used his arms to cover his face. Trying to hide the tears streaming down, as he gritted his teeth, to avoid making any noise.
This failed, however, when the golden-colored beast. Forcible held his arm downs, making his face open for display.
“Don’t do that. You were meant to be observed, not hidden.”
Bowser advanced forward, gaining momentum with each animalistic thrust. The fast movements left Mario breathless, as he felt his insides repeatedly be knocked around. Tiny cries and whimpers left his mouth between ragged huffs and puffs.
The sounds of the provocative act filled the empty castle's great room. The shelled monster's groans were heard as he remorselessly fucked the Mushroom kingdom's savior.
The incredible tightness almost drove him mad with lust, the hero’s mesmerizing expression increasing his desire.
Mario did his best to block out Bowser's assault on him, but it was increasingly unfeasible. As his girth collided with every part of his insides, even hitting the special spot that hadn’t had the chance to explore himself. He felt a conflicted feverish blaze, as he felt himself become agonizingly hard.
A sharp intake of air was heard as Bowser laid his body on top of his. The weight kept him restrained under him, as the horned king became more possessed with pleasure. He nails digging into stone ground, chipping it in the process. The hip movements increased, and he burrowed deeper into the hero’s trembling body.
Mario looked the best he could over his enemy's shoulder, his heart dropped as noticed two bright colors that were traveling down the spiral staircase that surrounded the gladiator-like platform.
“Not them, not here, please, don’t look, not like this.”
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Luigi held Peach’s hand, as they rushed downstairs. He and his brother had found a secret entrance into the castle, thus they had to move down below. Peach ran the best she could in high heels, she glanced through the large glassless window. Stopping when she recognized the familiar figures.
“Wha-What are they doing?”
Peach was confused at the sight she was watching. The far distance made it hard to tell what was going on, the only information that was available to her was the fact Bowser was on top of Mario.
Luigi turned around to look at the abruptly stopped princess, worried that they’ll be caught by a wandering guard.
“Princess, I’m sorry, but we have to-”
Luigi's eyes widened, as he followed her gaze. The heartbeat picked up faster than before as his ears picked up the faint sound of his brother's hiccuping voice. Was Bowser…no that can’t be right…but...
Luigi put the pieces together, as Peach still looked confused.
A loud yelp was heard as Bowser bucked his hips upward reaching a new part of Mario.
“He’s killing him, we got to do something.”
Luigi realized he was doing anything, but that. Mario wouldn’t want her to see or even find out. They had to get out of there, his brother always told him that the princess was always their first priority when it came to their missions. He was planning to follow through with his words.
“No. We have to leave before they realize you're gone. He’ll be fine, I promise.” Luigi's tone was low, and urgency was heard. As he pulled the princess away to the misinterpreted scene.
Luigi continued to speed down the stairs, his thoughts running a mile a minute. He’ll be fine. He’ll be fine. He’s always fine at the end of the day. This will be no different. Luigi lied to himself, as he and the princess disappeared through an empty hallway.
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Mario became lightheaded, grief, and forced excitement overtook his core. Bowser’s weight of his chest, along with being filled to the brim, caused his body to break down. Shaking as it wasn’t sure it could take much more bombardment of sensual, but straining simulation.
“It seems your friends left you behind. How sad.”
He lifted himself up, and placed his large hand on Mario's soft hips. His expression of dismay was shown.
“Yo-you knew!?”
Bowser dug his nails into the man's hip, and as he started to move up and down on his oversized dick. The bulge is clearly outlined on his stomach.
“Of course, you foolish human. I know everything that goes around here.”
Mario became fired up once again, as he tried to worm his way out of Bowser's gasp. He only purred in response.
“Yeah, Keep moving like that.”
Mario only made a low disgruntled cry, and he was forced to be penetrated by the monster. Angry at the fact that he was even making him feel the slightest bit of pleasure.
“Why didn’t you do anything?!”
Bowser only laughed.
“You humans are quite slow, huh? My goal wasn't to get to her, it was to get to you.”
The finished his sentence with a growl, as he abruptly yanked his hips up. Mario gasped at the pain as he was viciously rammed into. More tears started to pour from him; as the stress of the situation started to overwhelm him.
“This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening. Too much, it’s too much!”
Mario covered his face once again with face, and the beast allowed it this time through. Enjoy the sight of his anguished hero.
“Poor baby, all that devotion and they couldn’t even be bothered to help you.”
This voracity increased along with his movements, Mario let himself be vocal as he could no longer contain it. Cries and soft moans were heard.
“I gotta say thou, it’s truly admirable all the effort you went through for your friends. Although pointless in the end.”
The vulgar beast without warning pulled the young man up. He sank feather on the cold mass, as Bowser moved him, up and down, successfully making Mario ride him. The sinister creature went in for a kiss, which Mario weakly tried to push away from.
The large hand moved to reach Mario's abdomen, destructively pushing down on his blatter. The man arched his back, the action making it hard to control himself.
“Stop…you-you monster.”
His voice was a low whisper, as that only seemed to increase the intensity of his movement.
“I wasn’t the one who left you without a second thought. Every hardship you went through. All for nothing!”
His words were harsh, as he was trying to break down the man's will.
“No…they wouldn’t.”
The king huffed and had an ill-intentioned grin on his face. Mario almost went limp as movements became hastier.
“They did, and I’ll doubt you’ll see them again, but hey, I won’t allow all your hard work to go in vain.”
Bowser placed soft kisses on his blood and tear-covered face as he slowly moved Mario completely off his cock. He whispered in the hero’s ear in a tone that could only be called salacious, but loving.
“Are you ready for your reward?”
Mario’s eyes widened, and before he could react. He was slammed back down on Bowser’s massive dick, it reached the deepest point of his insides, and a large amount of creamy liquid poured into him.
Bowser groaned in ecstasy, as he felt his balls empty into his new favorite toy.
“That’s a good boy. Let me reward you thoroughly.”
Warmth filled the tiny man’s insides, as the situation caused him to break himself. He violently spazzed out, toes curling inward, before feeling more than white leave him. He hid himself behind his arms, as he was burning with humiliation. Soft hiccups and whimpers were heard, as Bowser only laughed at the hero’s misfortune.
“Poor thing, couldn’t control himself it seems.”
The jerked his hip upward, causing Mario to cry out.
“Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you too badly for that.”
He pressed down the swell of inhuman cum in Mario’s belly earning a soft mewl to leave his busted lips.
“You better get used to this, because with me, you’ll be having one every night.”
He leaned in and kissed the seemingly defeated man on the forehead. Slowly pulling him up off his currently content dick.
A loud sigh of gratification was heard, as his overflowing personal extract poured out of his tiny hero. Extreme exhaustion hit him like a bag of bricks, Mario lay still in his hold. Finally collapsing due to all the terrible events he experienced today.
“Geez, stache’, you’re making a mess.”
He talked to the gently breathing man in his hands. His eye narrows at his soft feature, and the natural warmness that he radiated. He smiled at the sight, knowing he will be the first and only one to make him like this.
He gently placed the sleeping man on the warm ground, as he snapped his figures. His clown copter that he (regrettably), let junior design flew down on command. He made himself proper before pulling a green blackness out of the heil.
Right then, Bowser’s high-ranking member; Kamek, flew down on his broom. He looked annoyed, nervous, and most promptly confused as he spotted his well-known brutal king. Gentle wrap Mario in the blanket, before picking him up. The little plumber was currently knocked out, sleeping without a single care in the world.
“My majesty, I hate to inform you, but I’m afraid that the princess has escaped.”
He entered the copter, Mario, still in his arms.
“I know.”
“You know!? Why didn't you tell anybody?! And also, what are you planning to do with him!?”
Kamek dropped his facade, with usual crankiness coming in full play. Bowser only let out an annoyed groan.
“I’ll talk to you about that later. I need a fresh robe, a binding collar, and two healing potions in my room by the time I get there, got it?”
Bowser ordered Kamek, his tone strong and commanding. He was still a king at the end of the day.
Kamek became quiet, and processed the second item on his list.
“My sire, a binding collar, are you sure?” True concern in his voice.
Bowser stared at him, his ruby eyes holding momentous intent.
“Yes. I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
Kamek stared at the small man in his arms, before looking at Bowser.
“If it’s what you want, then you shall have it. Just be ready to face any consequences of your decision.”
Before Bowser could respond, Kamek flew off. He sighed at Kamek’s comment, before studying Mario in his arms. He leaned and kissed his hatted head.
He was finally his, and his alone.
“See you in the morning, my love.”