The Rapture of a Princess

“Are we really doing this again, Bowser? There are so many worlds. So many princesses. Why not give Daisy some attention? I hear she’s got a thing for dragons.”

I watched Bowser lean back against the wall of the cabin, the airship propellers droning outside but the sound penetrating the cabin through the open windows. Wind blowing through his hair and he just looked at me, the tiniest smirk on his face. He usually just lets me sit wherever I want or roam about the place but today…the chains were a new addition.

As were the large mirrors all around us.

“Doesn’t it bother you, Peach?”

I narrowed my eyes. “What? Being constantly kidnapped by an invader who says he loves me but ultimately just wants my kingdom to rule over?”

He laughed. “Not just your kingdom, but I guess that’s fair. No, that isn’t what I meant. How many times have I dropped in and just…taken you? Thrown you over my shoulder. Dropped you into a sack. Sent one of my minions after you. And then just carried you off?”

I paused and studied him. This non-chalant conversation was also new.

“What are you up to, Bowser? What is going on here? You seem…different.”

His eyes dropped but the smile persisted.

“18 times. Today makes it 19. And every time, your tiny little friend does his best to rescue you.”

“Are you planning to make a point soon?”

“My point, Princess, is that he really does take his precious time coming to get you, doesn’t he?”

My jaw clenched.

“The levels he has to get through are a little ridiculous and time consuming, wouldn’t you say? I feel like you made them that way to buy yourself more time with me.”

“Peach, they’re not that hard. Also, how many times has that man attempted to rescue you from the wrong castle? You’d think after a few decades he might have learned how to get around a little faster. Just seems like a lack of effort on his part. But hey…that’s your man. I’m not here to judge you for your life choices. But I am here to present you with another choice.”

A full-throated laugh erupted from my body.

“Another proposal, Bowser? How many times do I have to say NO to you before you get it through your koopa skull? I will never marry you.”

Bowser’s eyes shot up to mine and the smile became something sinister. In all my years, I’d never seen him smile in a way that could only be unhinged. My laughter lost its force and I shrank a little in my seat.

“I don’t want to marry you, Princess. You’ve said no to me plenty over the years and I can finally tell you that your message has been received loud and clear. I am taking a lesson out of your playbook. It’s my turn to say no to you.”

Brow furrowed in confusion, I opened my mouth to ask what he meant. His hand rose then, one finger extended and the claw at its tip glinted in the light of the cabin. He’d attached what looked like a silver ring to the digit. A silver ring with a sharpened blade at the end.

He pushed his body off the wall and stomped over to my chair. My mouth hung open, unsure of what to say because I had no idea what was going to happen next. He held the threatening claw above me and my eyes remained fixed on its tip.

“This time, princess, we’re going to play a game while we wait for your hero’s arrival. And at the end of our game, we’ll see if you even want to go back to your pretty little castle.”

I thought to protest, I really did, but by the time I had even conceived of the words to say, his claw descended towards me, catching the fabric of my beautiful dress and slicing it away from my body with a precision that left me speechless.

“I’ll let you keep the crown on. Let it serve as a reminder of how little it means in this room while I have you.”

I had never been so exposed with anyone other than Mario– and that one time Luigi walked in on me while I was changing but he covered his eyes and ran away almost immediately. My chest heaved with panic, which only served to accentuate my breasts against my corset. I shuddered at the idea of what might come next.

“Are you– Bowser, are you going to…” I couldn’t even bring myself to say the words.

And the bastard laughed.

“What? Force you to do something you don’t want to do? No. I told you, I’m done hearing the word No from you. Now it’s my turn to say it.”

I swallowed hard. “I’m confused, I don’t know what’s ha–”

He waved the claw at me and I flinched thinking he’d slice the corset away from me next.

“Hush now, princess. I’m sure you’ll figure it out very quickly. Now, if you wouldn’t mind, there is one more thing I need to do before this truly begins.”

Stunned, I barely registered that he had moved behind me. How have I never noticed how silently he can move when he wants to? Could he always do that?

My gaping mouth was suddenly occupied and I flinched away, or tried to, but the chains around my ankles refused to let me budge. A hard plastic ball was lodged between my teeth and its strap securely fastened behind me. The protests that had been lost before flew furiously though they were now muffled by the gag. I guess he really was tired of hearing me say No.

I fought against the bonds. Futile. I couldn’t get the gag out of my mouth and when I tried, the saliva that pooled under my tongue drooled onto my cleavage. I felt helpless…and disgusting. I caught a glimpse of myself in one of the mirrors and hated my disheveled reflection.

I looked away.

From behind me, Bowser’s voice boomed to what I could only assume was one of his cronies guarding the door.

“Now, you may enter.”

The door opened and someone stepped into the room. I didn’t recognize her. The studded black leather looked alien on a body I was so used to seeing in bright yellow silk and chiffon. And even more shocking was the leather covered so little of her. Her breasts were larger than I thought they were and who could have guessed Daisy preferred to have a shaved pussy.

“You don’t want me,” said Bowser’s voice, hushed but intense in my ear, “that’s fine. I won’t make you have me. But if you happen to change your mind while you watch what I’m about to do to this other princess, just know you’re only going to hear one word from me. And that answer is No, princess. And it will stay No until you beg me to turn you out the way I have Daisy.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Daisy. Her eyes were downcast, shoulders slumped but for some fucked up reason…I thought she looked beautiful.

“Oh princess, I see the look on your face. I don’t think the begging will take long at all.”

His weight shifted behind me and out of the corner of my eye, I caught his form walking around me and toward a waiting Daisy. As he approached her, I realized that aside from setting me down in that chair and then slicing my dress away, he hadn’t laid a single finger on me. Why the hell did that disappoint me?!

“My pet.” Bowser spoke the words to Daisy and her entire visage came alive. Shoulders shot back and she stood straight. A flush came to her cheeks. She looked excited, more excited than I had ever seen her before.

I wanted to call out to her but the scene was mesmerizing. I watched as she turned to Bowser, hands still clasped in front of her body.

Bowser pointed down.

She knelt before him, still beaming.

“Show me how much you’ve missed me, my pet.”

And I watched Daisy go to work without saying a word. It was wrong to watch her reach for Bowser. To watch her manipulation encourage his cock to emerge and how is it that through all these years, I had never once seen Bowser’s cock??

And by the looks of it, it is not an easy one to miss.

I watched Daisy’s hand stroke while her tongue lavished his erection with savage attention. I watched it grow, engorged to unreal proportions. Do all dragons have a cock like this?

She was so eager for him. I could see her attempting to swallow as much of Bowser in her mouth as she could but her small mouth could only accommodate so much. My gaze lifted briefly to Bowser and I was stunned again to find him looking at me, smiling and apparently enjoying how enraptured I was with him fucking my friend’s face. He grew even more watching me watch them.

“Stand up, pet.”

Daisy stopped and immediately stood, a feral smile on her face.

“Do you think you’ve made my dick wet enough for you to receive your reward?”

She nodded aggressively. I’d never known Daisy to be so quiet. The joke was she only stopped talking when she slept but in Bowser’s presence, she was mute. Not a word. Not a sound. The scene was becoming more and more bizarre to me and yet, I didn’t want it to stop. I had to see what happens next. What was Bowser going to do to Daisy’s petite, desperate body…

“Yes, my pet, you’ve done such an amazing job. But…”

Bowser looked at me again. Without looking away from me, Bowser issued his instruction.

“Pet, turn and put your hands on the wall. And stay.”

Pet tu– I mean, Daisy turned and put her hands on the wall, legs spread apart and I could see her barely able to contain her excitement. In fact, I could see it glistening on the inside of her thighs as she stood facing the wall.

Bowser turned to me, cock in hand and casual indifference on his face. Almost like, I meant nothing to him. He approached and I wondered if he expected me to give him the same attention Daisy did. He reached for my face but his fingers slid into my hair instead, gripping it tightly in his fist. He pulled my face forward and I watched with absolute humiliation as he lowered his body far enough to catch the drool pouring out of my mouth with his shaft.

“Fuck yeah, I should have started using you like this years ago.”

He released me just as he began stroking himself with my saliva. He gave my head a condescending pat and walked back to Daisy. His back to me, I couldn’t see anything and the bastard wanted it that way. He knew I was intrigued. He knew I wanted to see. Even if I could have asked, I know what his answer would be. He told me as much already. No, I had to settle for the sounds of my friend squealing with delight. Watching his thrusting from behind. Only imagining how the hell her body was stretching for him to fuck her as hard as he was…or looked like he was.

Then he turned and I saw that her feet weren’t even on the floor anymore. She was completely impaled on him, Bowser using his enormous strength to lift her up and pull her down on his cock repeatedly. And again, he watched me. Watched me watching them. His pace quickened and even though his moment was coming, he didn’t break eye contact with me for a second. He grunted and thrust into Daisy’s pussy one last time, completely buried as I imagined string after string of his climax poured into her.

Her body collapsed and as much as he tried setting her down gently, she hit the floor in absolute exhaustion. He’d slipped out of her and I saw the gaping hole Bowser had just occupied, left filled with thick, hot, and from the looks of it, copious amounts of cum. I watched the filling pour out of her as her muscles continued to pulse and throb.

Bowser’s minions collected her off the floor and escorted Daisy out. Bowser stood there, cock still out and looking as rigid as it had in the beginning.
“I could do that three or four times back to back…if you were ever interested.”

Shame finally hit me and I turned away. I had no idea what had just happened. Why it made me feel…this way.

I heard his chuckle and I wished I could crawl away and hide how flushed I looked and felt.

“You don’t have to be ashamed, princess. It doesn’t have to be this way…not for long anyway. You will beg me for that and so much more. You have no idea how kind I’ve been to you over the years but I’m afraid all that stops now. It’s time to bring you into your true form. Make you into who you were truly meant to be.”

My wounded pride lashed out with a scoff and I shot him with a glare of defiance.

“And what exactly am I meant to be?”
Bowser moved with a speed that shocked me and before I could understand what he was doing, my chin was pinched between his fingers, pulling me as close as he could to his draconic face without dislocating my shoulders.

“Mine,” he hissed.

He released me and turned to the door.

“I’ll go clean up a bit and be back shortly. Maybe that’ll give you some time to consider and realize exactly what you’re being offered here.”

He stepped out of the room, leaving me to my shock and wonder.

And for the first time in almost 40 years, I hoped Mario was the idiot Bowser always thought he was.