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Sure, Wario could slide under the door and take his chances with the castle halls. But then he'd leave empty-handed; gaining nothing from this misadventure, except the mental image of the feared Koopa ruler with a large bust. What kind of hero's reward was that?
Not the kind he could sell on the black market. So he remained, green soles planted on the stone flooring, staring up towards the curvy colossus. Clenching his fist, he charged shoulder-first towards the towering bare sole ahead. "Enough running! It's Wario time!"
With a swish of her tail, Bowsette sidestepped the charge, her ankle visibly transforming to leap aside. A flash of surprise passed through her cheeks, as if to ask: "He's not screaming? Am I losing it?" She made a three-point landing behind the yellow pest, her heated breath ruffling up his spine.
He skid to a halt. How did something that huge move so quickly? Wasn't she stumbling over herself and clawing at her hair seconds ago?
When the minuscule intruder turned, he found a full roof and floor of awaiting fangs snapping for him, each the right size to pierce through a tank and chomp it up. Rivers of saliva poured through the tongue behind them - and flames like the blast of a furnace. With a "Wah!" and a spinning jump, twisting his arms through the air, he flew past the blazing cave. Finally, this leap ended with him sitting atop the monarch's plush hill of a nose.
Her blue eyes crossed to pin him on either side. "Get off, punk!" After a few annoyed wiggles, sending rumbles across the makeshift platform, Bowsette flung her thick, cuffed neck upwards. Wario went flying up, the castle's hard walls swooping past him.
His clean teeth broke out into a perfect grin. He saw an opportunity as his foe returned to her bare feet. Head-first, the bandit aimed for that chest holding the Power Star. He felt its glimmer on him already... Or was that heat from Bowsette's physical excursion? In any case, the black fabric sea was right beneath him, within reach, when -
SNAP
A swift swipe of the mighty claws - a flick of the black-clad wrist - and Wario was within her claws. "Geez! How dumb can you get, diving right in my hands?" Bowsette squeezed him deep in the fist, molding his firm muscles into unique shapes within the fleshy folds. "Do you WANT me to pulverize you?" The pressure across his chest made it feel like he's barf up his innards. From dim glimpses between constricting digits, he peeked at the Koopa's reddening cheeks.
"WRGH... The star..."
The vice grip gained the power of seven Banzai Bills. "Quit playing! If you really wanted stars, you'd be racing Koopas or freeing Chain Chomps!" A thin trace of a shiver ran through her bones, as her fist raised higher. Each word melded with her heavy pulse, pounding through Wario's ears as he pushed back. "You're trying to blab about this 'Bowsette' stuff to my army! You wanna tear my kingdom apart with rumors about their king going soft!" Outside the palm prison, the turtle tried to tear her crown off again - pain shooting through her scalp.
"But - racing Koopas - OW! - that's hard work! - JEEZ!" Seeing his chance, and running out of air, Wario bit into the skin before him. It tasted like... Korean rice.
For a moment, nothing.
Then - his cap fell back into her hand.
"That. That does it. SHOWTIME."
The tower of muscles within her arms set in motion, slamming him into the braless chest mountains.
Bowsette pulled off a Flying Slam, flipping thrice through the air. The centrifugal force pushed her target in closer, until he was practically pinned to the glistening mounds. Their shaking sent his eggshell eyes darting for some way out. It was like the sweat-soaked cloth slowly invaded his pores, merging with them, before -
THUD!
- the entire weight of the titaness descended upon him in a trembling body-slam, pinning him underneath a mass of tit flesh. The force from her impact sent deep cracks shooting across the floor. Wario's limbs lay sprawled out below, squeezed flat. Before he could attempt to recover, or push back, his fortress-like opponent thrust back and forth. The breasts rolled across the floor in sync with her heaving breaths, torturing the yellow scoundrel in a marshmallow prison beneath.
"So, you think these are funny?" She squeezed her chest together, middle fingers fluttering around the nipples, reshaping the insect between them. "Go ahead! Laugh at Bowsette's boobs! I DARE YOU!" With that, she ground them and twisted them every which way, making sure to squeeze as much as she could out of the mustached menace. Her hands cupped around her curves, she pulled them apart and slammed them together - half disgusted and half intrigued by the wet splashes at each smash. Every knead and thrust sent rubble flying below, sometimes taking out entire chunks of the stone.
"Wah - wah - WAH!" He called every time the castle walls appeared before him; and each time, the dark world of curves around him cruelly blotted it out. The breaks between squeezes prevented the pain from numbing Wario; ensuring that he took the full force of each salty compression with nothing to dull the aches across his buff, shrunken frame. Dust lifting from the ground made it hard for him to breathe - and if the sweltering heat and flooding sweat were any worse, it'd be drowning him. Warmth pulsed through his brown hair. He tried butting his head against the oncoming force - only to find it squeezed right into the cleavage, lost further in the rhythmic scrunching. All the muscles in his body, forcing at once, couldn't hope to match the squishy boobs of the Koopa Queen.
Suddenly, in a gasp, Bowsette stopped - holding a hand to her forehead. She stumbled up a little, looming over Wario. "Quit squirming! It just feels wrong!" Her hands moved to her chest, dusting rubble from the assault off, before pulling away.
Wario, between quick wheezes, searched his body for a single joint that DIDN'T hurt when he moved it. "Mamma mia..." He twisted his neck. "J-just gimme the star, and - ow - and I'll keep my trap shut..."
"Who do you think I am?" The giantess pounced to full height, her soles driving prints into the hard stone - knocking her opponent into the air along with some of the solid ground he stood on. She crossed her arms, spiked cuffs clanging together, firm brows pointed in a perfect "V" formation. "That kinda dirty trick might fool Princess Shroob or the Shadow Queen... But guess what? I'm lightyears ahead of them! Even in this dumb crown and girly duds, I'm still Bowser, the king of bad!" Bowsette threw her hands out, the flaming environs providing a spotlight on her torn, fluttering dress that reached to the blazing heavens. "Want proof? Let's see one of those two-bit baddies deliver THIS beatdown!"
With powerful sinews folding and unfolding, she leaped into the air. Even when her body blended in among the ceiling's shadows, far from Wario's blue eyes, he heard the whistle through the air grow louder as she crashed down, and felt his spine chill. Right as he got back up and began running for it, the sky became a plush, thick curtain of koopa ass.
BOOM.
Instantly pancaked by the Bowser Bomb, the man's buff body bare qualified as a solid anymore. A bare cheek engulfed him entirely, a whole mountain chain determined to squeeze him like a lemon. The stone beneath him wasn't in any better condition; it caved in to the woman's weight, chunks flying out. She bounced up and down vitriolically, granting no window for Wario to breath; even if he could, those nostrils would only intake musk wafting off the fields of flesh. Her tail flapped between seats, sending jolts through her glutes like waves on an ocean. A few more harsh pounds bounced him to the other cheek - equally oppressive, and equally foul.
The mustached man, despite having no regrets, couldn't help but taste a bit of irony in his anal assault.
Bowsette smiled smugly, eyes narrowed, patting herself on the backside. It was alarmingly soft. How could something this squishy cause that much damage? "Man, what a lame way to go! Fits a thief like you perfectly!"
But beneath her, she felt the tiniest sign of movement - and her lip instantly curled down. The jolts against her sensitive rear made her yelp, her cheeks going bright. "Stop! Stop kicking already!" The monarch jumped up, aiming her rear down at the cracked stone. "JUST DISAPPEAR!"
Wario was ready to get the heck out of there, star or not - but he stumbled onto one of the cracks. As his head hit the ground, an idea welcomed itself in his brilliant mind; he could beat Bowsette, AND get out with his treasure! To do that, he'd have to...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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