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Shell Game
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Shell Game

(or, "Wine, Wands and Wendy")

by AladdinAbu

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Note: This is based on an episode of the Super Mario Bros. 3 cartoon called "The Beauty of Kootie". The first couple of lines of dialogue are from that, but starting from the sneeze... muahahahaa. Partially inspired by a story I read on that other fanfiction site.

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Kootie Pie Koopa was ecstatic. Everything was going according to plan; they were about to lock Princess Toadstool, Toad and the sultan in the dungeon while they continued to siphon off every drop from the underground oil well. All it took was a little underhanded trickery. It was what Koopas did best; Daddy taught her that.

"Lady Fettuccine says this is the safest place to be," Mario told them as he ushered them straight into the cell. He was now in her clutches, thanks to the powers of the magic wand. One of her brother Cheatsy's better ideas, turning her into Mario's dream date; she'd batted her eyelashes and now he was plumber's putty in her hands. Too easy! Still, it would be nice to have the both Mario Brothers and all that annoying royalty on ice so she could be restored to her natural loveliness. Being a filthy human gave her the dry heaves.

"You'd take the word of an amateur plumber?" Toad scoffed.

"Whose dress doesn't even match her tail?" Princess Toadstool followed up. It was only after she finished speaking that what she'd just said hit her. Tail? What tail? But the door was already slamming behind her.

"Maybe not, but it certainly matches the rest of me. CHEATSY!"

Instantly, Cheatsy Koopa was there, magic wand in hand. He waved it in a wide arc through the air-

And nothing happened. Everybody held still, waiting, wondering what horror would be unleashed from the wand, but all that happened was Cheatsy breathing strangely, until-

"ATCHOOO!"

Kootie Pie's teeth ground together; what a clumsy oaf. Couldn't he pick some other time to get the sniffles?

"It's that Cheatsy Koopa!" Luigi exclaimed.

"GET HIM!" Mario echoed. Luigi took off down the hall after her poor brother (who was wiping his nose on the back of his claw), but Mario stayed behind, posture tight.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Kootie Pie asked him, swallowing thickly. "Why... you're just standing there, what gives?"

"I'm protecting you, of course. A sweet girl like you? The last thing you'd want is to tangle with the likes of the Koopas!"

That bashed her in the face with the force of a hammer. Mario still thought she was some weak human floozy; in all the confusion, he must not have realized that it was all a sham. "O-of course!"

"Good work spotting him, too," he went on as he opened the cell door and chivvied her in. "He could have snuck up on us if you hadn't yelled out his name like that."

"You're welcome," she sighed, irritated with this turn of events. Now she would be stuck loitering and feigning innocense until Cheatsy could double back and undo his spell. She didn't even have her own wand at the moment! So it was either expose herself and be lynched by those Koopless fools from the Mushroom Kingdom or keep up the act. "Now, you don't have to hang around here and wait on me, darling. Go help your brother clobber that Koopa!"

"You got it!"

"Excuse me," Princess Toadstool asked as Mario dashed off in the direction that the other two had gone, "but... about that tail..."

Kootie Pie did her best to put on an affronted air. "Really! To think a demure dignitary such as yourself would be so tactless!"

"Oh!" she cried, cheeks reddening. "Yes, of course, where are my manners? Please forgive me."

"Don't beat yourself up about it; I'm not a petty person." They all settled in for a long wait, and the silence deepened until she could bear it no longer. "Uhh... so how long do these rescue missions normally last?"

This would all be fine; she was blessed with the virtue of patience. She could wait.

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"GREAT! This is just perfect!"

Kootie Pie paced back and forth past the toilet in the bathroom. A mushroom bathroom. She was in a MUSHROOM HOUSE. Of all the places for her glorious reptilian beauty to grace! How could Cheatsy and Daddy have failed to stop the Mario Bros. from ruining all of their meticulous plans? Sure, the Doom Ship had been refueled before they got driven away so this had technically been a successful mission, but she herself had been herded back to Toadstool's disgusting little kingdom by the overprotective plumber. Up and down, she swore that she would be okay if he dropped her off at the nearest warp pipe, but he wouldn't hear any of it.

"It's too dangerous out here for a gal such as yourself to be alone," he had said with total conviction when she protested. "I'm taking you back to the kingdom - and then, if you need to go somewhere else, I can escort you there tomorrow. For now, you'll sleep at my place where I know you'll be safe."

So here she was, stranded in enemy territory without a single means of escape or communication. In the home of her sworn enemy. It just wasn't fair! Maybe she should make a run for it. Maybe she should climb out this little window and-

"Fettuccine dear? Are you okay in there?"

The words "MIND YOUR OWN DAMN BUSINESS" were on her lips, but she bit them back. "Yes, honey, I'm fine! I... maybe there was a bit too much garlic on the baguette!"

That bought her a few more minutes, but eventually the time came when she had to face him. But Mario was only one man; she could keep her eyes peeled. All it took was one moment, one lapse in his vigilance and she could bonk him on the head from behind with some nearby blunt object and high-tail it to Castle Koopa for a well-earned makeover.

"Sorry," she told him with a healthy dose of false embarrassment as she emerged. "Now, where were... oh."

It genuinely surprised her to see all the candles flickering on every surface in the modest living room, casting a sultry glow onto the walls. Right in the middle of it all was the plumber, hat gone and hair slicked back. He was holding two bordeaux glasses in one hand and a corkscrew in the other. "Right about here."

"Oh," she said again when she spied the bucket of ice on the table. "You think we're-"

"It's chilled just right," he said with a grin, setting the glasses down to be able to pull the bottle from the ice. "Or it should be by now. It's been so long since there's been any occasion I'm worried I forgot how long it has to chill."

"I'm sure it will be fine," Kootie Pie told him nervously. This would be her first alcoholic beverage; she'd never even seen one in person before that moment. Technically, she wasn't quite old enough to drink it yet, but that was by human standards - which she didn't believe in adhering to one little bit. On the other hand, she didn't know enough about spirits to fill a sticky note. "So we... I mean, is it a red wine or a white?"

"It's a red. Unless you prefer white? I think I might have a bottle of sémillon somewhere, too, though maybe Luigi drank it with dinner last time he was-"

"No, that's okay," she laughed easily, seating herself next to him on the sofa. Now that she thought about it, this could turn out to be the very distraction she needed. If she played her cards right, the hapless hero might get so drunk that he passed out, and then she could be free to quietly slip away. Genius! As she watched hm pour, she imagined him drooling onto the carpet while she tiptoed away - better yet, while she robbed him blind. Surely he had a few coins stashed somewhere...

"To us," Mario said as he rasied his glass.

"Yes, to us."

They clinked, they drank. At first, Kootie Pie had no intention of drinking a single drop, but the moment it touched her lips she was captivated by its flavor and texture. How excuisite! So this was how those of human high society lived. Still, she told herself she wouldn't indulge too deeply in it; Mario was the one who needed to be sloshed, not her.

"By the way, I've been meaning to ask," Mario said as he refilled their glasses. "How did you get here, anyway? We were flushed down the drain in a bathtub while trying to unclog it. Plumbers, you know."

She froze with the glass halfway to her mouth as she thought frantically. "Oh yes, same with me. You wouldn't believe how shocking it is for a girl who's only trying to take a shower!"

"Right," he nodded with a chortle. "So you were actually using it. I wondered if it had been something else, what with you being an amateur plumber and all."

This was almost something like fun, sitting there and playing nice right under his nose without him ever suspecting he was sipping a fine vintage with the daughter of his greatest foe. She decided more fun could be had with it. "You know, I have a confession to make; I'm not really a plumber at all. I only told you that to impress you."

Mario's brow knit. "Really? Why would you think you needed to?"

"Because you seemed so... in command," she said huskily, tracing a hand up his shirt. Oh, it made her stomach curdle to touch him like that, but the glee she felt at watching his reactions was well worth it. "I have so much respect for your profession... I thought if I said I was in the same line of work, it would give us something in common. An excuse to get to know you better."

"Hey, you didn't have to do anything like that," he assured her while placing his hand over hers. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my whole rotten life; that's excuse enough for me."

That may have been the very first time Kootie Pie felt remorse. It was just a tiny pinprick of it, and thankfully it didn't take long to dissolve into thin air, but she did feel it. Was he really this taken with her? But it was only the way she looked, she reminded herself; she looked like an "attractive" human woman and therefore Mario was smitten. Simple arithmetic.

"But I'm pretty sure I got you in another lie, too."

Suddenly her blood was running cold - even colder than usual. "Uh... wh-what do you mean?"

"Come on," he said with a sly smile. "We both know you're not really who you say you are."

"No, we don't!" she whispered, voice shaking. She had to be ready to run at a moment's notice; she could splash the wine into his eyes, momentarily blind him. "Why would you even insinuate-"

"Don't get me wrong, it's not a big deal," he said quickly, worried that she was getting upset. "Listen, I just wish you could have been honest with me from the beginning. But I get it; it's scary putting yourself out there, so you hide behind some phony identity."

The Koopa girl was gaping at him with an open mouth, dumbstruck. When she did find her voice again, it was higher and trembling; what happened to it while it was gone? "M-Mario... are you really telling me that you... that you KNOW, and you're not mad?" Her lip curled. "That you know and you're still chugging wine with me by the candles, like we're- oh GOD, that's weird!"

While Mario was blinking at her as if wounded, she pressed a hand to her mouth as she scanned the room. This was a romantic setting if she'd ever seen one; low lighting, a bottle of cheer, sipping quietly on the rug. The man was insane. He WANTED to date a Koopa! He was down for some cross-species fornication! It was unthinkable, unethical! ICKY, even!

...and flattering. She'd be kidding herself if she said it didn't make her feel good that he didn't mind, that he would still seek her out in spite of her species. Grossed-out, but flattered. What an unusual combination of feelings.

"What's the big deal?" he whispered, more worried than ever by her reaction. "Everybody's done it. Luigi and me always did it when we went to the singles bars. I'd be Mel Mancini and he'd be Larry Luxembourg. They're just white lies to make it seem less scary."

Once it sunk in, she almost laughed straight into his face. Mario had no clue that she was Kootie Pie in disguise. He just saw through her human moniker. And why shouldn't he? It was a pretty bad alias, even for one invented on the spot. "Fine, you found me out," she told him with a shy smile. "I'm glad you're not angry about it."

"Nah, no big deal. So... what's your name really?"

Not that she knew why she did it, but she told him. "Wendy." It's not like he knew her by that name anyway, her birthname... but still, she somehow felt exposed at having said it. Like she had done so because a brief moment ago, she thought he was truly taken with the REAL her. Maybe she should have come up with another (plausible) label for her human persona instead of being honest. Too late now.

"Wendy," he sighed with a smile. "See? Isn't that so much better than Fettuccine Alfredo?"

"Not to eat, it isn't." They both laughed as she adjusted her seat and kicked off her heels, getting more comfortable; she'd been sitting on the tip of her tail before and by now it had fallen asleep. "Oh... it's so strange here in this world. How can you stand it?"

"You get used to it. I mean, what choice do I have?"

"You could go home. It's what I'm going to do tomorrow." Again, she was telling the truth. When did half-truths become preferable to outright lies? But this was a golden opportunity to pick his meatball-brain that she wasn't likely to get again, and she intended to take full advantage. "Why do you hang around here instead of going back to the real world? Don't you have families there? What happened to your business?"

Mario grinned as he shrugged and took another sip. "Beats me; probably long gone. If Luigi did drag me back there tomorrow, I bet we'd have to reapply for business licenses and all that stuff. And we have a much more important job here; beating back the advances of the evil King Koopa."

Now they were getting into what she REALLY wanted to hear; what he honestly thought of her family without the added bravado that went along with the confrontations. "What's he do that's so bad? Sorry, I'm not from around here."

"Well, everything. He steals money, destroys property, kidnaps the ruling head of the kingdom time and time again... and he doesn't answer to any form of law enforcement. Just does what he wants and doesn't care whose toes he steps on."

"That bad, huh?" she pretend-sympathized. "Sounds pretty rough."

"Hmm..." He thought for a moment as they both sipped wine; Kootie Pie poured most of hers back into the bottle when he wasn't paying attention. "You know, I guess he's not the most vile villain ever."

"What?!" she snapped, outraged - then cleared her throat and adopted a more disinterested tone. "I mean, he sounds pretty bad already to me."

"Oh, he is, that's for sure. But he's not murdering people, he's not running concentration camps. And he seems to care about his kids, real family man. It's definitely bad, but all I'm saying is that it could be way, way worse."

She had no idea what kind of camp he was talking about, but the other half... "I agree. Murder is unforgivable."

"If he started killing off these people instead of just annoying them, I might... have to give him a taste of his own medicine."

"You'd KILL him?" she asked, shocked out of her mind. The righteous prick would bloody his hands just to save a few mushrooms?

"If it came down to that. Until it does, I'd much rather just keep him at bay - or capture him if we could, maybe force him to stand trial. But if he starts slaughtering innocents, then the kid gloves are off. If that ever happens, we'll stop him at any cost to prevent him from taking any more lives. Or we'll try; no guarantees, obviously."

There started a flutter in her stomach as she stared at the man quietly drinking his wine across the rug from her. Up until that point, she'd always hated heroes and everything they pretended to stand for. Puffed-up glory hogs! But this rotund little human really did seem to care what happened to the stupid mushrooms. He was so confident, so brave...

Kootie Pie shook her head violently from side to side. This was wrong. She couldn't be ADMIRING the pastaface! Maybe she'd had more wine than she realized. Even so, something about how he'd actually conceded that her father wasn't the epitome of evil he claimed to be - that he'd taken an honest look instead of just saying "Oh, the Koopas are just bad" - that was pretty decent of him, and demanded a grudging respect at the least. VERY grudging.

"Enough about the lizard king," Mario said, waving the thoughts away. "He's caused enough trouble for one day. I wanna hear more about you, Wendy. Whereabouts in the real world are you from?"

Oops. She knew as much about his place of origin as she knew about wine. "Uhh..." What was the name of that place where she'd ousted the local ruler when she tried to become empress? "Washington."

"DC or the state?"

"DC." Whatever; the first one sounded better.

"Big city girl, huh?" he said with a smile. "My brother and me are from Brooklyn, so I can relate. This must seem really backwoodsy compared to the nation's capital."

Kootie Pie smiled as she sipped at her wine, giving herself time to think. "A bit. Though it's nice that I can find a little piece of home even so far away." She poured more into his glass as she said, "By the way, thank you again for finding me in that awful basement."

"Thank YOU for being lost down there. I'd never have met you otherwise."

"True," she sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder. For some reason, she felt a little dizzy, but not too much; a moment of rest and she'd be fine. "You're a real 'glass is half-full' kind of guy, aren't you?"

"Baby, with you here, my cup runneth over."

She was still rolling her eyes at that corny line when she found lips assaulting her own. When the infamous Mario kissed her.

Normally, she'd have been able to swat him away - or claw his eyes out, more likely - but somehow, between her blood-alcohol level and the knowledge that she would blow her cover if she seemed TOO disgusted with his advances, she couldn't summon the power to fight him off. It was like a nightmare come to life, having his meathooks pawing at her arm, that fuzzy 'stache tickling her nostril - how could this be happening?!

"Wait," she panted, hoping she sounded more flustered than revolted. "What was that?"

Mario let out an amused laugh. "Hey, if I have to explain it then I must not be doing it right."

"B-but you're a-" At the last second, she bit down and kept from saying "you're a human"; that would be a dead giveaway. "I m-mean, we just met and all, how can you... isn't this all moving a little faster than it ought to?"

"Feels like a good pace to me," he said, brushing his hand up and down her nearly-bare arm.

Heart in her throat, Kootie Pie began thinking frantically. It was true that she needed to keep Mario distracted from her secret identity, and this was a perfect method of doing just that. On the other hand, it was also true that she had no interest in going any further with a human! None whatsoever! They were disgusting and hairy and sickeningly pale creatures. Nevermind him being so goody-goody that it turned her stomach. She could never be with anybody who thought they were some big bad hero, no matter what end of the food chain they were at.

So all she needed to do was to tell him to slow down. Obviously she couldn't cut him off entirely without arousing suspicion, not after she'd shown so much interest before, but couldn't she let him down gently? Set some boundaries?

"Listen," she gasped nervously when his mouth was nearing her neck, "I- ooh, I- Mario, please..."

"Mmmh."

"Mmhah! Wait, you have to stop!"

Then he drew back and stared at her shocked expression. "I... wow, I'm sorry, am I really freaking you out here?"

Kootie Pie nodded, then cleared her throat and tried to settle her pulse. "Sorry, I... sorry. It's not that I don't find you... handsome, please don't think that! But you are coming on so strong that I'm not getting any chance to think through what's happening."

"Don't even worry about it," he said with an anxious smile. "Wendy, you wouldn't believe how many times I've been shot down by lovely ladies. Optimistically, I've got maybe a one percent success rate." He shrugged. "Even Princess Toadstool just wants to be friends, no matter how many times I've rescued her. What does that tell you?"

"Um... that those girls didn't know what they were missing out on?" Time for a little buttering up. "Like I said, you might just be my type, and I could look at you all day long. But I'm not as loose as you seem to think I am."

"Oh!" Mario took her hand between his and stared directly into her eyes, which made her twitch. "No, no, who said you were loose? I just... I thought I was picking up a vibe from you, that's all. That you wanted this. Now I feel like a creep."

"You shouldn't," she told him earnestly, then smiled. "Okay. What do you say we go back and start again, but slower? We get more than one shot at this, I think."

Mario stared at her for a long moment, thinking and deciding. "Alright, but only on one condition; you lead."

"Lead... what do you mean? I don't get it."

"Well, maybe I was putting the moves on you before, so let's take that off the table; I'm not going to do anything. You push this as far as you want, and I'll be right there with you - and anytime it gets too 'real' you can back off." He smiled. "Of course, if you never decide to back off that would be great! But that's not up to me anymore. My fate's in your hands, so be gentle, okay?"

Kootie Pie felt her face flush. The prospect of letting Mario salivate all over her face was bad enough to begin with. But this? Being given power over him? It excited her in a way she wasn't sure it ought to. Maybe that was the Koopa in her; the need to dominate, the need to rule over all she surveyed. But on the other hand, she wasn't taking that from Mario - he was GIVING it to her. And in some twisted way, it made it feel more special... and made her feel a duty to be careful with him.

"Well..." More stalling. How could she have gotten herself into this mess? The least of her problems right now was that she was actually feeling some worry over his welfare, just because he said she could do whatever she wanted. What DID she want to do? Nothing... nothing but work him up enough that he wouldn't notice when she bashed him over the head and ran for the hills. But if she didn't do something soon, he'd realize she wasn't into him... and that might be it for her. What does a lovestruck man do when he finds out the human he thinks he's been necking with is really a spellbound salamander? She didn't aim to find out.

"After you, Lady Alfredo."

Slowly she reached a hand out and slid it over his hair, resting it on the back of his neck. It didn't feel as disgusting as she thought it would; just hair, like her brothers had. Like she had right now, for that matter. He didn't lean in for the kiss; he really meant it when he said he wasn't going to make a single move. Was it ALL going to be up to her? Really? Too much pressure! Steeling herself, she leaned in...

Something was off this time. Before, she had been too shocked and confused; everything was simply bad. But pushing her own lips into his, having the power to choose to do it... it made all the difference. And it was a difference she could possibly find herself getting used to.

'NO!' her inner voice screamed. 'No, you will not enjoy this! Or... enjoy it a little, but not because you like him, because you don't! You can enjoy it because you're manipulating him, and because you're getting what you want out of it - a little dimly-lit decadence. Just watch out that it doesn't go too far.'

As she allowed her other hand to pass slowly up his chest, another part of her recoiled in dismay; Mario was the first man she'd ever kissed. How horrible was that?! It had been years since the last Koopa Kousins picnic when Elton tried to kiss her and she kicked him in the kooplets - and that was the closest she'd ever come. Now here she was, giving this honor to a complete stranger - no, worse. A human. A human who was their biggest opponent in the battle for Mushroom Land! Could it be any more wrong?

One of his hands grazed her calf and she shivered. It wasn't as if he'd really done anything too brazen, but the touch was so unexpected that she couldn't help it. It made her mouth open slightly, and she found the tip of her tongue meeting his - just barely, as if they had bumped into each other by accident. Which they had... hadn't they?

Her head swam as she frenched with him, as she gripped his hair between her fingers and pressed their faces together. In a flash, her hand snaked under his arm and felt up his back to draw him in closer. Her leg draped over one of his; it had to, the way she had been leaning over to kiss him was so awkward. His hand wandered toward her posterior...

"Oh!"

They parted and he smiled nervously, unable to meet her eyes. "S-sorry."

Kootie Pie frowned as she nervously patted her chest to still her fluttering heart. "Right, uh... so I'm guessing now is when you ask about the tail."

"No, I wasn't going to," he protested.

"But it has to make you curious," she needled, knowing deep in her subconscious that she was stabbing herself in the foot. If he was willing to let it go, wasn't that for the best? On the other hoof, it bugged her that he didn't care that she was (to him) a deformed human. "Why I have one."

"That's your business. If you wanted to tell me, that's fine, but what right have I got to ask?"

That struck her temporarily dumb. He didn't mind. Humans didn't normally have tails, but he didn't mind that she was different. That was crazy talk - of course he did. Couldn't he be putting on a 'Mr. Sensitive And Understanding' facade? Not likely; she could see his curiosity right on his face, but he was determined not to ask anyway, just because he didn't think he could. If their roles were reversed she would sure as hell just blurt it out without worrying about it. Yet...

"I've had it all my life, if you wanted to know," she told him huffily, still unnerved by his manners. "And I'll understand if it's too disgusting for you to touch."

"I'm touching it right now, aren't I?" He was; somehow, because she was so upset, it had escaped her notice. What did that mean? "I mean, not that I've ever met any humans with tails before, but we're living in a world full of talking lizards and mushrooms with faces. What's a little tail here and there, anyway? That one part of you doesn't make you any less gorgeous; not in my eyes."

"Mario..." The impulse arose to throw herself into his arms, but she beat it back. Holy crap was that weird! But if she really were a human girl, that's exactly what she should do after he told her she was gorgeous, so a moment later she gave in to the reflex, enmeshing her lips with his. Feeling him squeeze her, stroke along her back. It set off little shocks all along her body, into fingertips and toes and between shoulders, and...

And other places.

"Hah," she gasped involuntarily. She was scared. This scared her beyond belief. Vaguely, she sensed something digging into her thigh and her higher brain functions knew exactly what it was, but the rest of her blotted it out, refused to accept that. No way was that going to happen anyway. No WAY. She wouldn't let it. She wouldn't let him have...

But she had already let him have her first kiss. Her first embrace, her first romantic evening. They were all things he had stolen away - a high cost of deception. And now... now she was going to give her virginity to a human plumber? Something was very wrong with this picture!

"STOP!" she panted, pushing him away, chest heaving, head fuzzy and unclear. Her hands passed first over her face and then her chest as she fought to regain her breath. "Stop, please, I... it's too much, I'm not ready for all... for all this!"

"It's okay," he panted, eyes wide with fear. "Please, Wendy, don't be so upset!"

"Upset? UPSET?!" she fired up - and even though she knew it was foolish to keep going, it was like she couldn't stop herself. "Do you even realize what you're asking me to do? I've never been with a boy before! And here you waltz in, feed me some spaghetti and pour some wine down my throat, and expect me to put out?!"

"What am I doing right now?"

"Huh?" When he didn't answer again but merely glared at her, fists curled at his sides, she thought about it. "Um... nothing. Sitting across from me."

"That's because you told me to stop. So don't blame me for how far you went!   Jesus, I don't want you to do anything you're unprepared for either; that's not how I operate."

He was so ANGRY. Why? "But... but you were-"

"I was letting you run wild. All along, I've been trying to make you happy. But you don't seem to know what you want."

"I..." It was like a curtain being pulled away; she'd been all set to hate him for doing this to her, but now she realized he hadn't; it was all her. Not only the kissing and the advances, the hands and the panting... but all of it. Because she and Cheatsy had conspired to dupe him into thinking she was the perfect potential wife for the plumber-turned-hero. SHE had seduced him. SHE had played coy, stroked his ego and flirted and threw herself at him. And now that he had accepted her advances, it was time for her to complain about it?

"Oh God," she sobbed, covering her face with her hands. She was a monster. He was being nice to her, refusing to take advantage of her, and she was a MONSTER.

"Don't do that," he sighed bitterly, most of his anger going up like a puff of smoke. "I hate to see a beautiful woman cry. It's a bigger tragedy than when you drop your toast butter-side down."

Kootie Pie wormed her way into his arms, shoving her head into the space below his chin. "Mario, I apologize, I can't believe I tried to pin my insecurities on you. Of course it's my own fault. I... I thought..." She subtly altered the truth to fit what he knew. "I thought I was ready, and I guess... I was mad at myself, really. Can you forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive."

"Yes there is! I..." Her hands drifted downward. "I can make it up to you. Let me do that."

"Hey, HEY!" he yelped, surprised at the one-eighty. "Them's my bits!"

"Please," she urged, reaching back up to undo his overalls and sliding them down. "I can do this for you, I can help you with this and... and I want to."

Just before she pulled them past his waist, he grabbed her wrists. "Wait. I can't let you do this if it's only because you feel bad for yelling at me. It's not exactly an even payment."

"You need more?"

"The other way around; it's way too much. Your apology was enough, okay? You don't-"

"But I must," she moaned suggestively, rubbing her cheek against it.   Was her body doing these things of its own accord now? "All I'm saying is... I made you feel lousy over nothing, and now I want to make you feel good. That's all."

Everything was tense for a long moment. It took a lot for her to hold back her tears, but she did; he wouldn't let her repay him if she started crying over it. At long last, he let her wrists go and she yanked the overalls down to his ankles.

The throbbing member this revealed was bigger than she'd expected. That's because she'd been expecting it to be tiny; he was just a human, and a simpering hero and all that namby-pamby stufff. But really, it seemed to be a decent size to her - bigger, because a frightened part of her knew where it was supposed to go. But for now, it was going into her mouth.

"UNH!" he grunted when Kootie Pie's lips wrapped around the head. It was salty and sweaty and she wanted to hate it, but truth be told that didn't bother her. In fact, she felt more excited than she ever had before. How many girls in the kingdom could boast of having given one of the Mario Bros. a blowjob? Apparently only one or two, according to him! Then again, for all she knew Luigi was running around getting laid every other night, but she somehow doubted it.

"Mh," she moaned around his girth - and meant it. It was bizarre but satisfying to have him in her mouth, to taste the taste of a man. Deeper and deeper she took it, down into her throat, and she felt his hips move by themselves; it was obvious by the way he cried out in alarm every time. When he let out a particularly loud shriek, she yanked him out and breathed, "Are you okay, did I hurt you?"

"A little nip on the underside," he laughed in good humor. "But I wouldn't be flopping around like a fish out of water if it hadn't been so long since the last time."

She clicked her tongue as her hand rubbed along the length of him. "Poor baby. Doctor Wendy is here to make it all better."

"Hang on, hang on!" he gasped as she made to put him back in her mouth. "If you... do any more of that now, I won't make it to the rest of the festivities!"

"The rest... of... ooh." Her face filled with yet more color than it already had, foul mammal sweat rolling down her head. How did they stand it? "W-well, if it's time, it's time. How do we... well, what do you want now?"

"You're asking?" When she confirmed with a tiny nod, he reached his hands up her back and found the zipper of her dress, but when she flinched he paused. "That's my answer. What's yours?"

"Go ahead and do it," she urged him, even though by now she was shaking like a leaf. "Don't mind me, it's involuntary."

"I'm not gonna make you do something you're not ready for yet," he sighed, though his hands were already unzipping her - just slowly enough that he could stop at any time and zip back up. "Sound a little less wishy-washy for me?"

From some unknown place she summoned a smile. "Please strip me." And when she actually SAW his hardness twitch, she smiled wider. "I think he likes that."

"I think he does, too."

'What in the fuck am I DOING?' she heard her brain scream from a long way off as the dress slid slowly to the floor. 'Mario is undressing me with that huge salami waving around in my face, and I'm supposed to...'

That's when her mind went blank. When she felt cool air against much more of her pink human flesh than she ever had. Somehow, as a Koopa, she had never, ever felt naked, but humans didn't have tough hide and shells and thick scales to protect them. It made her feel weak, vulnerable... exposed. Raw.

"Sonofa!" he exclaimed. "You are like... a painting!"

All at once she felt sad. He wasn't really admiring her, but an artificial construct. Not that he knew it. Would anyone ever look at her - the REAL her - and say that? Wendy Alfredo was a stunning creature... but was Wendy O. Koopa?

"Mario..." She draped herself over him, her arms around his neck, and whispered, "Do you even like me at all?"

"Hey, what are you asking? Of course I-"

"ME. Not how I look, not that I'm a girl with long eyelashes and a low tolerance for booze."

His hands pushed her shoulders back enough to glimpse her teary eyes. "Where is this coming from? Do... has this happened before? Bad breakups because the guys didn't appreciate you beyond your great gams?"

"I just wanna know why this is happening, that's all. Because I..." She strained to hold it in, but the truth kept spilling out of her, and she was more shocked than Mario to hear it. "Because I want to be loved. Really loved. I'm so afraid it's never gonna happen!"

"It already has." And then he was kissing her, and she melted into him, panting, giving everything she had to it. Did he mean it? Did it matter if he did? Even if he didn't, at least he cared enough to pretend. It was more than she was likely to ever get from any man in her entire life in the land of fungus.

His manhood came alive again; it had wilted when she got all weepy but once putting that moment behind them, Mario had decided he was ready for more fun after all. She felt it against her backside and was mortified - a man was so close to her most private area for the first time and it was ugly and terrible and exhilirating. She didn't want it to be him, she wanted it to be someone she'd chosen, but somehow it was this nutjob from a parallel dimension who used to fix faucets for a living. And that was okay, because at least he wasn't going to throw her away or force her to do things she wasn't prepared for. At least he wouldn't hurt her.

Would he?

What if he found out who she was? Would he hurt her after all? Maybe not... he didn't seem to be that kind of guy who smacks women around. But she wasn't any old woman; she was a KOOPA, a member of the rival gang. She was the devil in a green dress. It could go either way... but she put her faith in his good nature and the chance that he might never know.

"SHIT!" he cursed into her ear at the exact moment she felt him against her sopping wetness - which was a whole other feeling she didn't get a chance to digest, because he was saying, "I don't have any rubbers!"

"Any what?"

"You know... contraceptives. Semen shrinkwrap." When she only raised her eyebrows higher, he said, "Condoms."

"It's okay," she whispered, pretending to know what he was talking about now. None of that made any sense to her. "I don't mind."

"But I might get you... well, how would that be for a first date if I got you pregnant? You'd hate me forever."

All of Kootie Pie's blood turned to ice. PREGNANT. EGGS. CHILDREN. MOTHERHOOD. It almost sent her racing for the door - she was way too young to be thinking those kind of thoughts! But then something occurred to her; Koopas and humans couldn't have kids together any more than Goombas and Cheep-Cheeps could. So she smiled sweetly at him and whispered, "Sorry, sorry - you don't have to worry about that. It's taken care of."

"You're on the pill?"

She shrugged and nodded. If that's what women did to prevent pregnancy in his world, then she might as well say she'd done it. "Thank you, though, for... for not being an uncaring deadbeat. I like that about you."

"My pleasure," he barely managed to get out before she was kissing him again - and before he was pushing himself up against her, feeling how soft and ready she was, how dripping her snatch had become. It could have been any man on the planet at that moment and she'd have let him do it; par for the course when you're inexperienced.

"Go on," she urged, amazed at her boldness, at her readiness to allow the hairy beast to do this to her. Too late to back out now. "Do me."

"Now?"

"Make me into a woman. Make me into YOUR woman. I can take it." She only hoped that turned out to be true - and five seconds later, she worried that it might not be. "OHHHHAAH!"

"HNH, WENDY!"

"MariooOOIH!" she screamed, nails digging into his back through the red shirt he always wore as she braced, as she felt her body being split apart. There had never been anything like it! Her body didn't know what to do about the invasion - other than tingle within every cell, to prompt her limbs to do things that made no sense, to sweat more, to shake more, to coat her inner walls with more lubrication so he could slide in and out of her with greater ease. Needles of pain that masqueraded as pleasure stabbed into every inch of her when his lips wrapped around her erect nipple (she had those now; go figure), and she arched her back, feeling her world tilt as she became dizzy again from the movement of her head.

"I'm almost done already!" he yelped, beside himself. "Oh my God, Wendy, it's never... I usually hold out much, much longer, I swear, but you're just too good! It's like... it's like you're built perfectly for me to do this to you!"

"Ahahaah!" she almost-laughed as she bobbed up and down on his thickness, as she forced him deeper and deeper with every southward movement. Hair clung to her back from the perspiration, and she felt her own juices on her legs - on his legs, where they were rubbing together. One of his hands was on her backside for support, clutching, stabbing into the pliable flesh of the cheek, and she wrapped her tail around his arm without thinking.

"WHOA!"

"Sorry!" she managed to tell him, but she couldn't make the tail let go; that's where it wanted to be. "Sorry, I... I'm gonna... what is this, what's gonna happen?!"

"Me too!" he told her without answering her question. She felt it; she knew he meant the end was near because she could literally feel it getting bigger, feel it getting HARDER. "Here it comes, it's- HN, I'm coming, here it-"

"YAEEAAAAAGH!"

Something in her stomach seemed to drop when she felt his cock painting a white mural within her womb. He came. She had made him come, made him finish with her body. And she had come, too. They had really had sex; she'd had sex with a human. Her virginity had gone out the window and it wouldn't be coming back.

This time, when she looked down at Mario, into his eyes... it was different. Or SHE was, more accurately, even though he might have been as well. She was seeing him through the remodeled vision of an adult female, and she smiled because the sight pleased her. Wishy-washiness and fears and loyalties be damned; he was a good lover and a good man, and now she was attached. In the blink of an eye, she was in love with a pasta-scarfing plumber.

"Whew!" he managed to say. "Oh Wendy, that was... wow, I've never had it like that before! I didn't even know it could be like that - I've never even heard stories of it being like that with other people, and here we are... help me out, I..."

"Here we are happy," she sighed, letting her lips press into his shoulder. "Oh my darling Mario, did you really have as much fun as I did just now?"

"More! Way more!"

"Hmhh," she cooed as she snuggled into him, giggling directly from her heart. "You and me... I never thought I'd be with a guy like you, I always thought... bah, I don't know what I thought now. But I was wrong, because here we are, and I am... SO HAPPY! Hot magma in the morning, you just made me happy as a clam!"

Mario chuckled. "Hot magma in the morning? Where'd you pick up a phrase like that?"

Luckily, he couldn't see her grimace because it was a Koopa-ism; hopefully he'd never find that out and she'd never slip up like that again. And now she felt a whole new fear attacking her heart; she had something to LOSE. Mario had fallen in love with someone who wasn't real, and if the day ever came that he discovered her lies-

"No..."

"What?"

"Mario, baby, listen," she hissed at him urgently - maybe she ought to come clean right now, get it all into the open. "I-I'm scared that you're gonna hate me, and you'll want to drop me like a hot potato. Because... because we put the cart before the horse, and you never had a chance to meet the real me, and she's... damn, what did we do?"

"Come on, what is this? Buyer's remorse? You really ought to just enjoy the afterglow. It's kind of the best part."

"But I'm not even a-"

"Shhh," he soothed as he stroked her back and kissed her cheek. "Both of us rushed into this without taking more than twenty-four hours to get to know each other, so how could I blame you over that? Whatever it is, we'll get there eventually. And it'll STILL be fine."

With shaking hands, she grasped both sides of his head and stared directly into his eyes, sobbing, "Are you sure? Promise that you love me. Promise we can work anything out, or at least try, even if... even if you want me dead."

"I promise."   He left a light kiss on her lips before hoisting her up - and withdrawing himself from her, which caused her to whiplash and cry out. Why did she feel so EMPTY now? "For now, let's go to bed."

"Yes," she panted, wiping a fresh coat of sweat from her forehead. "That's... probably smart. Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"

Mario got her a glass of water while she washed up a tiny bit in his bathroom, just enough to get the stickier substances off of her skin. Then they reunited in his bedroom, both of them now free of clothes. They both replenished their fluids, turned down the sheets and climbed in. When he first put his arm around her she tensed and whimpered, but then she rolled over and stroked his hair.

"Don't hate me for that, either," she breathed, smiling. "This is all a helluva trip! I have no idea what I'm doing."

"Me either, really. Like I said, I'm a permanent bachelor. Well, until you."

Everything was different now. She searched down into her heart and found things there that didn't exist yesterday; feelings that were startlingly real, more real than reality. A love so pure and strong that it was burning a hole through the bed beneath them. It made her laugh, because she could feel something else lingering down there: the disgust and resentment she'd entertained for Mario yesterday - no, earlier the SAME day! What a mixed-up, wacky world.

"I'm..." She regrouped and started over. "There's so much I have to say, except I can't figure out what any of it is yet."

"Say it tomorrow," Mario mumbled. "It's been a... long time since I've felt this tired."

Her eyes were drooping, as well. Desperate for more closeness, she scooted across the mattress until her body was flush with his and whispered, "Okay, but... but I'll tell you everything... tomorrow."

Then sleep took her, swallowed her up. It was contentment. It was a thing of beauty. And it was because of Mario.

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