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/ss/ Quest PROLOGUE: Matriarch of the Circularity	By : Tastatura Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 10337 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This is a fictional story. I do not own Mario. I make no money from writing this. Any resemblance to person(s) living or dead is purely coincidental. Love your pal Jesus.

Chapter List
- 1-A Girl & Her Brother
- 1
The story of the original Mushroom Kingdom has long since ended. Peach was rescued, Bowser was defeated, and peace returned to the Mushroom Kingdom. To elongate this peace, monarchies representing the major species were created by proxy of the princess’ magic. Each one ruled by a Princess biologically/magically fused to a Peach crown, an empire of loyalty and relative autonomy is born.

Centuries later, it is prophesied that darkness will soon return to plunge the world into chaos. Mankind’s only hope is said to rest on a yet-born light—a direct descendant of the hero of legend responsible for the world’s peace.

Where and when these scions will appear is not yet known. Without this information, mankind waits with bated breath for the beginning of what is set to be its latest and largest conflict yet…
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SOMEWHERE

Within a bedroom lit by the faint orange glow of an assortment of candle lights could be found two individuals.

One of these individuals was a child in bed. Lithe frame wrapped snugly underneath a single bed-sheet, her appearance was that of any other child in the midst of a slow crawl to unconsciousness...save the horns on her head.

At present, the child beamed an uncanny attentiveness toward the bedroom’s second resident. Seated right by the child with a book in hand, the larger individual drew the child’s attention with the recitation of a story.

“…And so, peace came to the land. All those torn apart by the conflict were soon reunited, and those robbed of their futures soon found the brightest and warmest of worlds set out ahead of them. The man responsible for smothering the darkness came to be known as a Hero, and darkness itself as an Aberrant.” the individual explained.

“With the Princess’ magic were born others like her—creatures made human forever more. One hailing from every tribe of beast and society of man, they together formed a union of the world to be maintained for all eternity.”

“Soon, the peace that came lulled the world into forgetting how the conflict had started. Without hatred to bind them, every creature from every corner of the world joined hands with the hero and the princesses to create a world where tragedies like that which had befallen them would not occur. As members of the world that they created, it is the duty of all those who know this tale to do their utmost to maintain the peace that was formed lest the darkness one day return…”

With this, the individual turned the final page within their tome, and shifted their line of sight up toward the child ahead of them. Upon making eye-contact with one another, the two shared surprisingly-similar giggles before the child stirred inward to speak of her own volition.

“Hey, Mommy…” the child began, tiny hands reaching out to settle into contact with the larger individual’s kneecaps. “Do you think…do you think the world is gonna get mad at me like they did at the darkness in the story?” she inquired. “I wanna grow up and do the stuff that I was born t’do, but I don’t want anyone t’hate me just ‘cause they don’t understand what I’m doin…

“The darkness in the book should’ve told the truth! That way we—“

Immediately, a slender finger from the larger individual extended outwards into a soft, vertically-aligned kiss with the child’s lips. Held in place for a second so as to convey a need for silence, the larger individual purposed this second to once again affirm eye-contact with the child.

A shake of her head followed.

“It is true that the world is no longer the same place it was when this book was written. But, while it is plenty different on the outside, what it is on the inside is the same way it has always been. That’s why it needs us—that’s why it needs you.” the individual explained. “You may very well be hated for doing what you’re meant to, but you mustn’t blame the people of the world for feeling as they do.

“If you must blame someone, blame me.” she continued. “I brought you into this world, so I will happily bear any of the hatred that you might feel when the time comes.”

Frantic, the child shook their head back and forth for a time.

“N-No! It’s not your fault, Mommy!” she argued, blue eyes sharpened by concern. “I won’t hate them for bein’ dumb idiots, o-ok? I’ll just do what I gotta do an’ try to make them understand at the same time! I-If they hate me for it, I’ll…

“I’ll just be like you!” the child chirped. “No one loves ‘em more than you! I know I’m the darkness n’stuff, but maybe I can grow up and be a little like you too?”

Such a response coming from a child who had yet to feel the hatred that they spoke of immediately struck the larger individual as wishful thinking. Nevertheless, hearing it set a smile to her lips and filled her chest with disarming warmth.

Reaching out with the same hand that had silenced the child’s lips, the larger individual cupped the child’s right cheek.

“I’m very happy to hear that, dear. I know you’ll make me proud when the time comes.”

Though commonplace, the child took these words to heart.

“Mhm, I’m gonna!” she replied, nodding. “I’ve even got a special plan that’ll help me do it! Wanna hear?”

Initially tight-lipped, thoughts as to her child’s plan fished a giggle from the individual’s lips. A plan produced within the minutes of their conversation was unlikely to be of much use in the grand scheme of things, but the fact that the child had thought on it at all was adorable in its own right.

Releasing the child’s cheek, the individual nodded.

“Certainly, dear. Do keep it short though, alright? A certain someone needs to be getting to sleep!”

More animated than ever, the child lunged forward. Reaching out with their dominant hand, she pushed her encroachment as far as was required to bring her palm into contact with the globe-shaped swell at the larger individual’s stomach. Making certain not to apply any pressure that might be uncomfortable, she followed up her imposition of contact with a fanged grin.

“Me n’th hero are gonna work together!” the child affirmed. “We’re gonna be together forever instead of repeating what’s in that book! That way, everyone will hafta accept that what’s happening is important!”

Face aglow, the individual closed her eyes and nodded.

“Is that so? That’s a wonderful idea, dear.”

“Right? He’s gonna be my baby brother, after all! Brothers and sisters should get along!”

In her heart, the larger individual wished to speak further. She could not bring herself to do so, however—not whilst her daughter seemed so certain of her claims and so invested in making her imagined future a reality.

Instead pushing herself to her feet, she did as any mother might.

She hoped.

“That’s rather mature of you, dear.” she continued. “As long as the two of you look after one another, I’m sure everything will be fine…”

With this, the larger individual blew out the sole candle lighting the child’s bed space.

In time with the darkness’ immediate envelopment of the room, she departed—soundlessly and wordlessly as being without weight or presence…

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10 YEARS LATER—THE SAME ROOM

In darkness had Kuppa fallen asleep, and in darkness did she awake. Abruptly, the latest of her dreams was snuffed out underneath a blanket of darkness thicker than that which obscured her sight. Subsequently, consciousness returned to her, and bolted the top half of her towering figure upright.

Blinking once to calibrate her vision, then twice in acclimation to the sunlight that drowned her bedroom, life eventually resumed its shine out from behind the ghostly blue coloration of her eyes.

“Of all the things to see, where the hell does my brain get off showing me that…” she muttered aloud. “It’s not like I’ve forgotten—how could I?”

Pouting in distinctly juvenile fashion relative to her ‘apparent’ age, the woman pulled her heeled feet off of her chamber’s bed and sprang right back to her feet. Swiftly adopting a hurried gait, she glided across her bedroom’s less-than-pristine floor space until she all but burst from the only entranceway in and out from it.

Again surrounded by the same hallways that had sheltered her since birth, her thoughts turned from dreams to reality.

“Fuck, that’s right! This is what I get for taking a nap!” she lamented. “Boo was supposed to be coming today and I still haven’t even gone to see M yet!”. Baring her fangs in a tooth-grit frown, a grunt of displeasure seethed from the blonde’s throat as she progressed. “He’s probably so worried! I always come to see him in the afternoon. I-If I don’t this time…”

Inexplicably, thoughts pertaining to a helpless child wandering through unfamiliar surroundings consumed the ‘picture’ of her mind’s eye. Though far from confirmed, entertaining these thoughts for mere seconds pushed her heart into the pit of her stomach.

“I-It’ll be my fault! I-I’ll be a bad sister, and…!”

Kuppa did not allow herself to finish the thought she had started. Squeezing her eyes shut so as to prevent tears from leaking through them, she briefly opened them to present eyes sharpened by purpose. Subsequently, the concern that had loosened her face’s buoyant flesh into a frantic anxiety evaporated into a tightening conviction.

Suddenly, she appeared as the monarch that she was—and all because she had imagined herself failing to meet the expectations of a single individual.

Sharply turning a corner, her brisk progression nearly delivered her sumptuous frame into a direct collision with an armor-clad soldier in the midst of his rounds. Noting an opportunity for herself, she cut her stride short to bore a menacing gaze into the helmeted male.

“YOU!” she bellowed, a monstrous grate augmenting her typically-feminine tone.

“A-Ay, d-damn, I ain’t see you ther—I-I MEAN WHAT’S GOOD, YOUR MAJESTY? E-EVERYTHING IS TIGHT OUT IN THESE CASTLE HALLS Y’NAH’MEAN, I BE KEEP SHIT MAD GOOD OUT HE—”

“YOU’VE KEPT TO YOUR ROUNDS, HAVE YOU NOT? HAS THE PRINCE LEFT HIS BEDROOM ONCE THIS MORNING?”

“N-N-Nah! Nah, I swear!” the soldier stammered. “N-Not since breakfast! H-Homeboy copped a b-book from the library, nah’mean? T-That was it though, I swear! I swear to Christ p-please god just believe a nigga!”

Disregarding the remainder of the soldier’s stammering, Kuppa continued down the hallway with a morsel of relief in her heart. At worst, M would be in the library. At best, he’d be precisely where she had left him—safe and sound.

Eager for the truth and the calm that would come with it, she briefly resumed her stride only to end it directly opposite a pair of white double doors nestled into the hallway’s end. Stabbing her hands outwards, she pushed them apart to expose the room’s contents well before she could prepare herself to see them.

Fortunately, the state of the room was exactly as she hoped it would be: silent, undisturbed, and home to chestnut-haired child seated innocuously on a bed.

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IMPACT

M did not have time to think.

At one moment, the 9 year old (shoutouts to my nigga Ash Ketchum) found himself consumed by the contents of a book. So lengthy were its passages and complex their meanings that the rate at which he turned the tome’s pages had slowed to a crawl.

At another moment, he found himself on his back, approaching asphyxiation, and in the midst of directing an aimless stare at the ceiling.

In the seconds that followed his forced transition, the ‘why’ behind it remained beyond him. What little he understood of his plight was instead limited to its ‘what’ and ‘how’.

Without warning, his older sister had burst into his bedroom with a frantic expression on her face and a dew of exertion and anxiety lining her flesh.

She was not as she was typically. All 6 of the feet that comprised her frame from horn to tail sat clothed with less than half of their usual garments, and heavily scented with the biological sweetness inherent to a female frame freshly glazed with sweat. At a glance, it seemed as though she had been rudely awakened ahead of schedule and had only managed to make herself partway presentable.

Save the brotherly ‘normalization’ applied to his sight, M’s deductions were spot on.

Per the norm, Kuupa’s body appeared naked from her shoulders down to the arrant, G-Cup sized protrusion of her bust. Narrow shoulders and an alluringly-moist neckline were again accentuated by the milky faultlessness of the flesh draped atop them—perhaps needlessly so for an adult-aged monarch, but not to an extent that one might be willing to argue about. Marking the end of their presentation at the middle of her flesh-fattened bust were the beginnings of the bustier that so-often gloved her breasts and ribcage. Unsurprisingly, the cups intended to tastefully prop up her breasts could be seen engorged by the weight and excess that they presented. Overall, only the bottom 2/3rds of both mounds were covered by its black fabric—this assuming one defined coverage as obscuring one’s nipples and mildly obscuring a fistful of breast flesh. The remaining third was presented as a fattened protrusion of cleavage that carried the same sweat-peppered, milky-white appearance of her chest and shoulders.

Ordinarily, the blatant short-comings of the garment were made up for as one’s eyes trailed down past the super-sized melons smothered to the monarch’s chest. Today, this was not the case. The black and grey fabrics that comprised the bottom half of her gown were nowhere to be seen past the beginnings of her ribs. Instead, the bow-width extent of her hips and the cut, fat-padded abdominals above them were displayed without any sort of mitigation.

The peak of her hips could be seen at either side of her frame alongside the hormone-sculpted curves of fertility that joined the matronly-flares with the meat of her abdominals.

So wide and deep were their extents that visually tracing them from beginning to end would leave one’s eyes perfectly placed at the swollen mound of flesh at her crotch. Though neither of her pudgy lower lips sat exposed—a boon granted by the width of the black, string-secured panties draped overtop them—both their shape and pert thickness were perfectly conveyed through the blended fabric. Additionally, most all of the flesh that surrounded the region sat barren. From the end of her abdominals’ mixture of rigidity and pudge to the ‘V’ shaped region traced by her panties’ waifish strings, flesh typically covered by more modestly-minded women was displayed in all of its succulent and curvaceous excess.

From the perspective of a voyeur, this amount of presentation was tantamount to nakedness. Putting aside what was inherent to the display, this came as a result of the region’s contrast against the wide, gleaming, and pillow-dense thighs that surrounded it on either side. Given the sight of the naked limb sections and the slanted indentation visible in their musculature, one would have everything that they needed to visualize the Queen as naked from the waist down.

M did not need to imagine such things. His eyes took in the full extent of Kuupa’s frame nonetheless, but doing so did not interfere with the countless other ‘depictions’ of her that his mind stored. Incidentally, these depictions filled in the proportionately-massive scale of her rear, and even ‘iced’ the round, heart-shaped visual cake with clear pictures as to what her plump cheeks might look like whilst bisected by the back end of Kuppa’s thinned and narrowed panties.

Regardless, when his seconds of observation were brought to an abrupt (and entirely forced) end, he could think only on what might have possessed his sister to depart from her chambers wearing so little clothing.

In part, it was the youth’s dwelling on the ‘what’ of his change of circumstance—this what being Kuupa’s body—that prevented him from preventing his plight’s ‘how’.

No sooner did Kuupa present herself at the mouth of his bedroom door did she abandon her heels in a sprint. Achieving an impression amount of traction with only the white-stripped, knee-height socks gloving her legs, she propelled herself into a compact tackle of his frame. As her body dwarfed his by several feet and remained loaded with a sumptuous excess of soft, fragrant flesh, contact between them flattened his frame against his mattress as a blade of grass swept underfoot.

Then came squeezing. And afterwards, yelling.

“I’m sorry, M! I’m sorry I’m so late!” Kuupa exhaled, hands curled around the youth’s neck with a dangerous tightness. “I had a meeting with Boo that I needed to plan for last night, so I ended up staying up late. T-Then I woke up and ate and everything, b-but I got so sleepy afterwards that I passed out the minute I sat down!”

“Y-You didn’t miss me, did you? You weren’t scared or worried or anything? I didn’t mean to leave you by yourself!” she pleaded. “I promise I won’t forget again, s-so please say you’re alright!”

In her hysteria, Kuupa had neglected to recognize that the combined span and mass of her breasts had utterly swallowed M’s face.

M, owning an unfortunate familiarity with smothering, instinctively wrestled his left hand out from underneath Kuupa’s body to notify her as such. Palm rising up into contact with her face, he gently tapped at the right-most fringe of her face with half of its surface with the hope of drawing her attention.

True to form, doing so for a second or so loosened to clawed nooses at his neck, and soon enough provided him with air to breath that did not reek of his sister’s intoxicating scent.

Within several deep and haggard breaths, M’s exhausted and self-preservation-focused facial features began to present a harmless annoyance.

“I-I’m…fine…..” he wheezed between breaths. “I-It’s…ok…I-I knew y-you were…busy today…so….” Free from the stifling weight of Kuupa’s breasts, M propped his upper body up onto his forearms before continuing. Incidentally, what time he took to do so was a span long enough for his breathing to normalize. “I just did stuff by myself. I’m a child, but I’m also a prince, Kuupa. You don’t have to worry about me so much, ok?”

Whether as a result of oxygen deprivation or annoyance, M’s response was without its usual ‘sister-safe’ reframing. Upon peering upwards to gauge his adult sister’s response, the expression on her face had shifted from a configuration on the verge of tears to one marked by a single-cheeked, fang-bared pout.

“Do you mean it?” Kuupa inquired, earnest uncertainty gilding her voice. “I didn’t make you feel lonely? I didn’t…I didn’t do anything wrong as your sister?”

Shaking his head, M smiled.

“No. How could you? You’re just doing the best you can, aren’t you?” he suggested.

Within the span of the youth’s sentence, Kuupa’s frown broke, and was replaced with a smile comprised equally of relief and adoration. Moments later, she dived downward to impose a much lighter version of the embrace that she had thrown at M prior. This time pushing herself up against the youth’s side, she smothered her breasts up against M’s right shoulder whilst bracing his frame against hers via a ‘hugging’ of his left shoulder.

Shameless, or perhaps merely indifferent, her renewal of contact ended with an affectionate nuzzle of her left cheek against his right.

“You really are the sweetest brother any girl could ask for ♥.” she hummed. “Not only do you try to take care of yourself, but you’re also nice to your sister even when she ends up annoying you…”

Disarmed and aroused by the flesh enveloping his frame and the intimacy of their application, M held himself still, and fought to respond naturally.

Really, there was very little else for him to do.

“I didn’t say you were annoying me.” he replied. “I just don’t think you need to worry about me so much...”

“Yes, I do. I’ll have you know it’s a sister’s job to worry too much.”

“Even when her brother says not to?”

“Especially if her brother says not to. Mom isn’t here to look after you like she did me, so I’ve gotta put twice as much effort in to make up for it.” Kuupa explained.

“And besides…”

Abruptly, Kuupa released M’s shoulder. Sliding herself back into chest-to-chest contact with his frame, she bent both of her knees to draw the gravid, leotard-bitten peach of buttocks flesh at her rear up into an imposing smother of his crotch. Rear planted and supported by the compression of her thighs against her calves, she once again wrapped her arms around M’s neck to complete a predatory consumption of his frame.

Left face to face with the flushed youth, she continued speaking as though nothing had changed between them. So far as she was concerned, nothing had—such intimacy was to be expected of individuals who were to spend their lives together.

“You’re mine, and I’m yours. Together, we’re going to fix everything that’s wrong with the world, remember?” she stated, smiling. If you don’t grow up properly, we’ll never be able to accomplish anything. That’s why it’s my job to make sure that everything goes right—even if my little Hero of Light doesn’t like it ♥.”

Kuupa’s change in position did not interfere with M’s hearing. Like her smothering, perverse contact as imposed by her was something that had become strangely commonplace for him. Thus, rather than commenting on the fat of her rear squeezing down against the growing mass at his crotch, his thoughts remained taken with the ‘grand-scheme’ of their situation.

“I remember that. I want to help, too.” he replied, features placid and knowing. “Does this really count as taking care of me, though?”

“Mhm, it does!” Kuupa chirped. “I’ve told you a bunch of times, haven’t I? This is how stress relief works for boys, M! Before you decided on having your own room, we used to do it all the time!”

M had been made to recall the years that Kuupa spoke of in explicit detail from the moment the warmth of her flesh was allowed to seep against his own. What separated the present from the countless hours he had spent alongside the woman within their shared bedroom was not a matter of content, but of context.

“I-I remember…” he continued. “But it’d be bad, wouldn’t it? It was fine when we slept together, but won’t the rest of the castle feel…”

Indifferent to the youth’s line of conversation, Kuupa parted her lips and consumed the childish pair set beneath them. Tightening her hug to M’s neck, she hungrily invaded the confines of his mouth with her tongue to again feed his taste into her mouth. Making certain to refrain from losing control of herself, she withdrew her lips the moment she acquired her first full spurt of her little brother’s spittle inside of her mouth.

“*pppah♥!* Let those losers look, then.” she stated softly. “If they don’t like the way that I do things, I’ll destroy them. You’re my brother and I’ll look after you the way that I want.” she huffed. “The only person whose opinion you have to worry about is mine. So, if your big sister wants to take care of you, you can just focus on enjoying yourself…

“Just like when you were little ♥. It’s the least that I can do for leaving you by yourself all morning.” she affirmed.

Per usual, M’s mind refused to attempt producing a counter argument to Kuupa’s claims. To begin with, none would sway her. Past this, his youth had been littered with instances wherein listening to his sister usually turned out for the best.

With these things in mind, it became all too easy for him to forget the ‘misgivings’ pointed out by his maturity, and again surrender to the comforts of his sister’s frame.

Soon enough, the youth’s facial features were muddled by tepid conflict, and finally loosened by his contentment with affairs as they were.

Evidently, no amount of maturity could come before his ingrained desire for the woman draped out across his front.

“…Alright…” he replied.

These words were all that Kuupa needed to hear. Once heard, her tail snuck down toward the waistline of M’s pants, and her hips began to swirl back and forth in such a way that saw the meat of her rear ground against the engorged bulge tenting the boy’s crotch.

“Good~.” Kuppa replied. “It’s been a little while since last time, so you should have lots and lots of gooey baby juice that you want to stuff inside me, right?”

Knowing her little brother to be somewhat ‘inept’ where their coupling was concerned, Kuupa acted pre-emptively to limit the number of answers that the child might produce. Wielding her tail as a third arm, she hooked the spiked extension underneath the waistline of his pants. Dragging the garment downwards, she maintained the sweet-natured expression plastered across her face until the sound of a heavy *THWAP* at her rear brightened her features into those representative of an excited lust.

She knew what had brought about the meaty impact, but she did not break eye-contact. Instead smiling a smile that bared the shortest of her top jaw’s fangs overtop the right corner of her lower lip, she set her tail to work taking in the visual details that her eyes could not.

As she had predicted, her little brother was sorely pent. All 11 inches of his fist-thick flesh-tower sat drenched in sweat and precum, and thoroughly threaded with veins on its top and bottom halves. The position of these blood vessels had not changed from her last encounter with them, either. Some traced the top half of his member from root to glans. Others (these being the majority) branched off from these meaty extensions as thinner branches of an already grotesquely-fat system of veins. No matter their size or length, each one pale in comparison to the ruddy the pipe that bisected his cock from base to tip. This one connected to each of the others, the sight of the throbbing extension was that which had convinced Kuupa of her brother’s ’suitability’ as her partner years prior.

For as much as it pained her, the steely bloat of his member was not all that she found.

Given the heat that his shaft exuded, she perceived its grease-lathered meat as reddened and swollen at its glans, but paler and sweatier past its midsection. A single caress of the length of cockmeat mushed deeply into the perspiring bubble of buttocks beneath her hips informed her as much, and even gave her an idea as to how much semen he had managed to pack into himself since their last instance of genuine ‘alone time’ a week prior.

The extent of her brother’s congestion validated a narrowing of his choices event further.

Momentarily releasing his member, she dug the tip of her tail between her mountainous buttocks to peel out the forgotten back end to her leotard. Deftly peeling the wadded fabric from between her cheeks and dropping it off to the side of her left cheek, she subsequently sent her tail straight back into contact with M’s length.

This time, she found the root of his aching shaft. Poising it as far toward the uncovered meat of her mound as was possible given its size, she ultimately found herself drawing the plant of her body further upward along M’s frame to allow his drooling glans a straight-on point at her succulent outer lips.

Performing these adjustments whilst leering lustfully at her brother was hardly difficult for Kuupa. She had tempted him like this many times, and had already internalized how best to use her body for her brother’s ‘development’.

For her, the difficult part came afterwards—the part wherein she coaxed him to make use of her. Thankfully, her efforts in this particular instance amounted to actual progress. Both of M’s comparatively miniature hands found their way into contact with her waist, and the eyes that he had so carefully averted from her gaze were directed straight up at her.

“I-I’m not gonna be so little forever, you know…” he muttered.

Working his facial features into an assertive pout that suggested otherwise, the red-faced youth angled his crotch outwards, and finally plunged his hips through another depression into the unbearable potency of his sister’s drooling mound.

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DISPLACED PRINCE

To most, M was a child whose status as such bled through several aspects of his being. When with his sister around the company of others, he hardly spoke. When petitioned, he responded shortly, succinctly, and without attachment. When by himself, he devoted himself to the things that had been set out for him as ‘important’ before attending to his personal interests.

Existing in close proximity to the youth for any given amount of time implicated Kuupa as the cause for his reservation. One could safely infer that a fear and respect for his elder sister had been drilled into his head from infancy, and was compounded on a daily basis by the former Princess’ cunning and ruthlessness. To survive underneath such a thumb on a daily basis, curtailing one’s ‘childishness’—even whilst still a child—seemed a necessary sacrifice.

Broadly speaking, those that made these deductions were not wrong. At worst, they were merely without crucial information as to the youth’s upbringing.

At his core, M was the stalwart prince raised by a princess-made-queen far too early. But, behind closed doors (and given enough cajoling), he was every bit the insatiable, self-serving brat that one might imagine when prompted to think of a child of royalty.

How does that relate to a little kid fucking some version of Bowsette you might ask? Well, consider this playaaaaaaaaaa:

M was not overtaken when his first thrust into Kuupa was returned in kind. When the older woman’s rear sank downward to see the entirety of his erection nastily engulfed into the quivering juiciness of her innards, he met the pleasure that surged from the tail of his spine to the stem of his brain with further vigor.

Unwilling to allow himself to be smothered underneath his sister’s ravenous tendencies, he released his grasp on her hips, and afterwards pushed himself through a wonderfully succulent extraction of his member back through her cunt. Teasing an outright extraction of the freshly syrup-coated pike, he slid he lower body downward across his bed’s mattress until his legs were drawn from a dangle over the edge off the mattress right into contact with the floor.

Predictably, where his member went, Kuupa’s cunt followed. Having counted on as much, the next weighted depression of his older sister’s rear along the girth of his member found his lower body propped up on the tips of his toes, and braced by the musculature of his calves.

The cushion he had created was far from perfect; his glans’ kiss with Kuupa’s cock-sucking cervix winded him and the weight of her frame made his legs burn immediately.

It worked, though. Perhaps it was because Kuupa had not been worked into one of her usual desperate crazes for his seed. Perhaps it was because his comparatively infantile frame had learned how best to manage these crazes to its benefit. Whatever the case, the disappearance of his member into the loving embrace of his favorite* (only) incestuous jizz-dumpster had not robbed the youth of control of proceedings.

In fact, he had only gained it. Replanting a hold on Kuupa’s frame—this one consisting of a sound wrap of his arms around the middle of her back— the next extraction of his raging erection from her depths was met with no more resistance than was the norm.

Better still, the thrust that came afterwards was more pleasurable. Through it, the musculature of his lower body launched his crotch through a hooked impalement of Kuupa’s cunt. After soundly parting the congealed flesh-prison contained within her, the strength of the blow delivered by his glans against the exterior of her cervix was increased from that of a punch to an outright skewer.

While numerous, M’s mind did not parse the gains that he had made as separate from one another. Instead accepting them as a single experience, he freed himself up to steady his breathing and manipulate his frame into what seemed like a tireless revolution between insertion and depression. Silent all-throughout his settlement into the blitzkrieg, the sound of his cock’s repeated goring of his sister’s sturdy fuckhole and the upward-angled flopping of his engorged testicles against her rear soon assumed dominance of bedroom’s airspace.

Soon, though, they found competition. Whilst blatantly vulgar in the truest sense, these noises could not be compared to that which left Kuppa mouth shortly after his thrusts began.

Before their release, the horned Queen had ‘settled in’ to her brother’s thrusting pattern as only a devoted sister would. Planting her own feet against the ground and lightly tightening her arms’ grasp to his neck, she did her part to ensure that the thrusts that were to be delivered into her cunt would be fed into her as cleanly as possible.

When these thrusts were finally delivered, sisterly motivation streamed from her lips as water from a faucet.

“MMMNGGGHHH ♥♥ T-That feels so good, M ♥. You really, really love stirring your big sister’s gooey pussy, don’t you~?”

“You’re going to have to stir me up so much if you want to get rid of all of your nasty dick juice M~!” she warned. “Keep going just like that! Keep digging yourself into your sister’s sloppy cunt until you cake her insides with cock juice.”

“I’m you’re fucking pig. Getting fucked like this makes me feel like my baby-brother’s personal fucking bitch ♥.”

Bluntly, there was no limit to the brand of encouragement that Kuupa was not willing to verbalize whilst her younger sibling’s cock was ground in and out of her cunt. In the past, a variety of utterances had egged the youth on to spilling his seed inside her, so a variety of utterances were the tools that she purposed in getting what she wanted.

Of course, were it possible for her to show M the expression on her face and the biological lust within her heart, it was likely that lewdly mewling at the youth would become unnecessary. Whilst speaking, an uncommon flush could be seen brightening the mid-section of her face’s complexion. As threaded into facial features loosened and perspiring, the sight of it would lead one to assume that the Queen was suffering from a fever.

Her eyes and mouth argued otherwise. Despite holding so tightly to her brother’s neck, the regal blue of the blonde’s eyes could be seen inverted towards one another as a form of cope—not quite cross-eyed, but close enough to convey a scrambling of one’s thought process by stimulation. Held this way throughout the peak of M’s thrusts and occasionally worsened by the swelling of her cervix into a hyper-sensitive punching bag for his cock, a glance at them as they were would immediately convey a depraved dedication to brutal sex.

Contrastively, the smooth pink of her lips remained sealed when not engaged in the release of some outburst or groan. Though she had given herself over to the sensation of her brother’s cock punch-fucking her folds, she refused to allow her mouth the sloppy dishevelment that so often overtook it. Until she worked her brother into an orgasm, she would need her mouth to perform. Thus, a tight-lipped closure that (again) teased the length of one of her upper jaw’s fangs was necessary.

Shortly, that which Kuupa’s face offered was a combination of outright stimuli and ‘thought material’. In her expressions were absolute bliss whereas the finer details of her face conveyed a great deal of devotion toward the youth splitting her cunt.

To reiterate, the position that M had assumed dictated that his line of sight be consumed by the welcoming firmness of M’s abdominals. Whilst performing, the only forms of stimuli available to him consisted of the fertile scents plastered to her sister’s stomach, the clinging of her cuntmeat to his shaft, and her voice.

He did not believe himself to be missing out, either. There was no reason to—not whilst Kuupa’s innards continued with their performance as his personal cocksleeve.

Since the acceleration of his thrusts some minutes prior, the appearance of several…circumstances brought M to perceive the reception provided by Kuupa’s frame as vastly more ‘pleasurable’ than it had been initially.

Per drive of his member through the older woman’s squirting mound, inner wall’s whose texture typically exuded a rigid tightness became claustrophobic. As the foremost inches of his member remained within the phallus-wringing canal during both the inward and outward portions of his thrusts, this transition meant that a honeyed grind of scalding flesh to the exterior of his member was imposed on it at all times. To keep to the pace that he had established prior, additional force and depth for his thrusts became necessary—so much so that one of his legs slipped from their support of his lower body in exhaustion.

Impressively, all of the ‘slack’ that it held was immediately taken up by its opposite limb. Over the course of several seconds, viscous thrusts delivered across a path shaped as the top half of a dome fucked heavy expulsions of heated cunt-syrup from out of the pressurized confines of Kuupa’s cunt. Managed solely through a thoughtless ‘lean’ on adrenaline and desire, their delivery produced a thunderous and repeated *CLOP!* fed quality from the impact of M’s crotch against her rear, the bunting of his balls against the jiggling peach, and the splatter of female lubricant to both of these regions shortly after he succeeded in hilting himself.

By themselves, these happenings were considerable enough to render any child an orgasmic and incapacitated. Soon enough, however, M was provided with even more stimulation courtesy of his older sister’s desire.

Whilst reaffirming his thrusting ministrations and acquainting himself with the commensurate surge in pleasure that they provided, M had neglected to consider how the adult woman might react to feeling his member resist the suckling of her folds and continue exerting the phallic beating he had established initially.

Some seconds into his new ministration set, she tendered her response without mercy or warning. Suddenly, her rear began to return the thrusts delivered into it in kind. Beginning first with a sudden engulfment of his member just as its syrup-gloved exterior was drawn from her cunt to his glans, she began driving her buttocks backwards and downwards in between M’s thrusts to see his member returned to where she believed it belonged.

Effectively, the starved half-bounce of her rear imposed another pleasurable prerequisite onto the youth’s thrusts. If his member was to be drawn from out of her cunt, an entire second extraction through his sister’s clingy, sex-bloated canal became required. This meant a second peeling of its swollen lining from the veins of his member, and overall, a second steeling of his crotch’s nerves against the orgasm that it so desperately desired.

Faced with a task too tall for a man (let alone a child), M persisted in the delivery of his thrusts for nearly a minute before his sole remaining leg arrived at its limit.

Just as he began preparing his frame for a partial collapse onto the ground, the limb’s failure was invalidated. At the same instance, he perceived Kuupa’s tail coiling around his leg and renewing the stabilization the limb had provided with its constriction. Simultaneously, the timed dumping of her rear down across his member came to an end. Following an exceedingly pleasurable wiggle of her hips whilst his cock remained hilted within her, she peeled her weight up and off of his crotch entirely.
Ostensibly immune to the chilling squelch produced as his member slid from between her lower lips, she released M’s neck, and returned to an upright standing position overtop his frame.

Here, Kuupa refused to restrain herself. Looking down at her brother’s panting frame, it was clear to her that he had yet to enjoy the satiation that she had promised him. Equally, she grasped that his ministrations thus far had demanded the output of far more energy than his developing frame was capable of maintaining.

Despite this knowledge, she pounced. Hands jumping to her brother’s hips, she pulled him up across the width of his mattress until his legs were returned to contact with its surface. Once certain that the imposition of her weight would do him no harm, she all but flopped forward back into chest to chest contact with his frame.

Visage reddened by lust and dishevelled by sweat, she beamed down at the youth with a sisterly mischievousness that was fundamentally impossible for a younger male to dislike.

“Awww~. Looks like somebody ended up tiring themselves out…” she exhaled. “You really wanted to spill everything inside of me then and there, huh? Of course I asked, but I didn’t expect you to actually try…

“You might say otherwise, but I guess making your big sister happy still matters more to you than anything else ♥.”

Even whilst winded, Kuupa’s presence overtop his frame placed M’s senses on high alert. When his sister directly plucked the nerve he so often fought to conceal from her, a response spilled from his lips by way of reflex.

“…W-What do you know? The way that your cunt was sucking down on it was disgusting. Your insides only ever loosen up after they’ve been drenched with cum, so of course I had to try to make that happen.”

“But you didn’t. You know that I’d sooner drain you myself than let you stop without shooting all of your nasty cock juice inside me. You know, and yet you still tried to make your awful sister feel good while doing it.”

Again, M froze. His actions had been his own, but claiming deafness whilst his sister so frequently screamed her desires into the air space of his bedroom was pointless.

Some part of him had done precisely as she had asked. And that part of him had enjoyed it.

Seeing that her brother could not produce an answer, a smile devoid of lust bloomed across Kuupa’s face.

“I’m not surprised, you know. I always know what my little brother is feeling no matter how much he tries to hide it.” she continued. “But I like being reminded sometimes, y’know? It makes me feel special since only I can make you act that way.

“Now…”

Seemingly more stalwart than before, she drew her crotch from out of the puddle of cunt-syrup that had pooled atop M’s crotch. Poising her rear high enough to settle her lower lips into contact with the abhorrent bloat of her brother’s erection, she teased the exterior of his glans with a slovenly nuzzle of her swollen mound against its drooling exterior.

“How about you let your big sister finish taking care of you?”

Certain of her intent regardless of the answer that her brother produced, Kuupa floored her crotch back down into contact with M’s the moment she finished speaking. Swallowing every sex-fattened inch of his member back into the cock-starved confines of her cunt in a single, splatter-inducing depression, a definitively feminine squeak trickled from her fanged maw against her will. Believing herself to have managed the impalement of her cunt with a modicum of ‘grace’, she directed a fanged grin down at her brother’s pleasure constricted facial features as if to claim that everything would be taken care of.

As swiftly as this grin was formed did it dissolve. Seconds after driving her brother’s cock within her to the hilt, her loosened cervix gave way, and allowed several inches of his cock through a love-induced squeeze straight into the depths of her womb. With this, her mildly-crossed eyed visage returned, and dove downward yet again in search of the comfort of M’s mouth…

-

As she was presently, Kuppa’s definition of ‘taking care’ of someone, in particular her little brother, amounted to the exertion of all of the depraved desires she harboured towards him within the same sitting. In her mind, exhausting herself would exhaust her brother in turn, thus allowing her to make good on the promise she had made whilst simultaneously satisfying herself.

In part, her arrival at this conclusion was simply another facet of the ‘pragmatism’ she had been forced to adopt since her mother’s death. More broadly, the method she had selected was one of very few that would allow her to achieve another of her goals in tandem with the other two.

Were M in any condition to analyze his sister’s actions in his usual fashion, clues as to this goal (her impregnation) were threaded into her actions in abundance.

From the moment her lips fell back into contact with his own, a feverish string of bounces from her rear saw the majority of his cock plunged in and out of her slobbering womanhood at an alarming pace.

These bounces could not be compared to those she had thrown back against his member in response to his thrusts. Self-generated and self-governed, each one that she produced was without mitigation. Like the angled thrusting of his member before them, their composition embodied an animalistic desire for satiation and exertion.

Their ‘how’ was equally explicit. From a starting position that placed her buttocks into cloyingly-tight contact with the goo-plastered exterior of his crotch and his glans into a maddening tent of her uterus’ ceiling, effortless flicks from Kuupa’s hips sent her rear through a drooling ascent up the length of M’s cock. Shaped as a wide crescent arc, she undid her envelopment of his member with cuntmeat until over half of the gleaming rod sat exposed to the humid air of the bedroom. Here, with meaty rivulets of precum and cunt-syrup connecting her lower lips to his crotch, she drove herself straight back down to her original hilt with hardly a moment’s delay .Following the swampy *PLATT!* of her rear against his crotch and the unheard *CHU♥* produced between her cervix and uterus throughout their penetration, she repeated her ascent as though her insides had not been set into a fit of convulsion and squirting by her motions.
Impressive a sight as her performance might’ve been in a vacuum, her desire refused to allow her to stop. For minutes on end, the bouncing of her rear and the disappearance/reappearance of M’s member from her folds proceeded precisely like this. Kuupa’s pace did not slow, and with time, the guttural sexual noises induced by her ravenous self-penetration only grew more obscene.

Such an expression of ‘hunger’* (dedication so far as Kuupa was concerned) represented the Queen’s baseline. Biologically, she was not human; a libido to match her infusion with monstrous traits was to be expected.

She was not all beast, however. Though her insides and the libido that fuelled them were those of a bestial female seeking impregnation, a young woman barely into genuine adulthood sat at their helm. No matter the obscene level of stimulation required to satiate herself, the funnelling of this stimulation into the mind of one such woman was guaranteed to come with consequence.

Soon, it came to her. Some minutes into the tireless spiking of her rear along M’s erection, Kuupa found it impossible to maintain the kiss she had established with her little brother. After a final lashing of the back of his throat with her serpentine tongue, she unsealed their lips behind a flourish of spittle and sound.

“F-Feel’sh g-good♥♥” she moaned. “M-M’sh c-cock f-feel’sh good! M-My t-tummy’s s-so warm ‘cause’a i-it ♥. M-My baby-place want’sh t-to c-choke on m-my baby-brother’s c-cock juice so baaaaaddddd ~.”

These exhalations and more burst from Kuupa’s lips the moment her mouth fell out of contact with her brother’s. Each one she produced belonged not to her, but to her body—to the monstrous instinct that had first planted the thought of coupling with her brother into her mind.

Subsequent to their initial, aimless release came another of a more ‘focused’ sort. Whilst still guiding her hips and rear through the rigorous process of fattening the veins of her brother’s cock and pummelling her uterus with their product, she turned her gaze downward to impose eye contact with the panting recipient of her efforts.

“Y-You’re gonna c-cum soon, righ’ M?” she inquired, inches of her serpentine tongue finally beginning to dangle from the corner of her mouth. “Y-You’re gonna fill your big sister with your gooey c-cock jiyu’sh, r-right? Y-you’re g-gonna breed her s-sloppy inside ‘till your b-baby is’h insai’de, right?”

As she produced these questions, some part of her consciousness was made aware of the obscenely slim chance that the events she desired might not come to pass. As a consequence of this awareness, she spoke further.

“P-Please do it! B-Big sis is just a massive, s-squirtin’ toilet f-for your cock, ‘kay! I-I pormished t’take e-every drop, s-so bloat me i-if you have to! Swell your sister’s tummy ‘till she has no c-choice but to accept your cum ♥♥♥!”

Kuupa did not tender these allowances haphazardly. Following their production, she slowed the mashing of her rear up and down M’s cock down to a narrowed bounce. Through this, she facilitated a masturbatory bounce of his glans against the peak of her womb, and again subjected the remainder of his shaft to near constant suffocation as produced by her convulsing inner walls.

Of the guarantees she could have provided, none were more strenuous than this. Effectively denying herself a palatable accumulation of stimulation, her shortened thrusting ministration fed her the heated bliss that she craved until she choked on it.

Abruptly, a heavy splatter of molten cunt-syrup exploded from her lower lips into a compressed splatter against M’s crotch and thighs. Maintained for seconds on end, the orgasmic outflow saw her fangs grit in euphoria and her eyes curled upward into their sockets.

Finally, her lusts had gotten the better of her. Stuck square at the ‘limit’ of her mind’s ability to wield and focus her libido, her bounce along M’s member was reduced to a hilt-depth twitching of her hips at his crotch.

Unlike the last, this one was well-timed. With it came the events that she had begged her brother for minutes prior and more.

With what vestiges of strength remained within the child’s numbed frame, he reached up with his dominant hand, and secured its palm to the back of his sister’s skull. Dragging it downward with his own strength, he forced her lips back down into contact with his.

In this act was both intimacy and purpose. Jolted awake by an intentional incision of her lips’ right corner on his sister’s fang, he contracted his abdominals one final time to slam his member through a penetration of her depths.

And then, like clockwork, he groaned—loud enough for his sister to hear him, and hard enough to ‘fit’ the volcanic rise of cock juice through the length of his cock.

-

TYPICAL SIBLINGS

Whilst mewling for her brother’s release, Kuupa had requested a volume of seed heavy enough to force her womb into impregnation against its fertility cycle. What her organ received at the end of his member’s eruption was one such obscene volume—a just reward if one were to consider the sex shared between the pair.

Comically, though, it was her set of innards that failed to live up to their end of her proposed bargain. Despite swelling to accommodate the size of M’s orgasm and later failing to contain its entirety, the size of the youth’s orgasm was not enough to avail one of the Queen’s eggs to impregnation.

Given the manner in which Kuupa progressed from internally barren to swollen with seed, ‘why’ remained a question both reasonable and timely.

The first blast of semen the choke the full length of M’s urethra and erupt into contact with Kuupa’s womb was comprised of cock juice fed proteins and nutrients for over a week. Dingy white in color and horridly congealed and wadded in texture, a single drop of the reeking baby-batter maintained seemed rich enough to violate a single ovum several times over. However, despite an entire lace-length strand of the steaming nut colliding squarely with the roof of her uterus and blanketing its stretched surface as a seamless filler, Kuupa’s ovaries did not so much as twitch.

The response that the organ produced was not isolated, either. Behind the first of these strands came innumerable and grossly-overfed spurts of cock juice of the very same quality. Each one strenuously ejected from the root of M’s erection up through to a volcanic eruption from the tip of his cock, their release repeatedly displaced the contents of the strands preceding them in a repeated ‘re-coating’ of the roof of Kuupa’s womb.

Initially, of course. The passage of several seconds saw well over a dozen of these glutted strands poured directly into Kuupa’s uterus. Even whilst stretched outward by the girth of M’s cock, the organ’s span quickly proved an insufficient container for the amount of clotted reproductive butter that the youth contained within himself. Following an initial dousing of its top half underneath several layers of mire, a swelling of its interior from roof to floor induced an outward ballooning of its scope. For every handful of jizz-strands spewed out against its back end, the sloshing organ’s ballooning increased in scope and weight.

First, it swelled outwards. Fed out of its oblong shape into that of a squishy, bottom-heavy globe, its extent began to push forwards against the fat and muscle of her abdominal-studded middle. Soon enough, this outward swelling initiated the uniform inflation of what appeared to be a dumpy, flesh-wrapped sac of semen. Shot by shot, the rigidity of her middle was consumed--first by the appearance of pregnancy, then by the engorgement of her middle past this point into the realm of the obscene.

Eventually, when her mid-section sat bloated by a volume of semen excessive enough to see her stomach smother the frame of the youth beneath her, the fattening of her middle ceased.

M’s release, however, did not. As Kuupa’s womb had reached its ‘limit’ in the amount of semen that it could contain, the continued spewing of cock juice from M’s semen-drowned member resulted in a heady overflow of the substance from between her lower lips.

An initial regurgitation of the vile substance—one heavy enough to obscure that which it was spewed atop, but light enough to be flung—completely skipped contact with M’s lower body. Instead splattering out onto the floor opposite his bed’s frame, the lumpy mire became a foundation atop which further expulsions might be piled.

And they were. Throughout the remaineder of M’s orgasm, heavy blurts of semen erupted from Kuupa’s cuntlips down into contact with the floor below.

By the end of M’s release, the amount of seed plastered to the floor bordered a significant fraction of the bloat within her stomach.

Nevertheless, Kuupa’s womb refused to relent. It swelled, fed debilitating stimulation into its owner’s mind, yet ultimately resisted succumbing to its fundamental purpose.

Understandably, neither M nor Kuupa were particularly off-put by this.

Not only were they ignorant to the fact that they had failed to begin with, but the pair also sat in the midst of orgasms prompted by a different sort of prize.

One another.
-
SOME HOURS LATER—CASTLE CORRIDOR

Outside a pair of doors closed expressly for the sanity of the innumerable residents of Dark Castle stood a knight indigenous to the castle itself and his gown-adorned charge.

Their pairing was one dreadfully mismatched. Whereas he was one of many, the ghost-pale young woman at his side was none other than Boo: matriarch of the Forest of Ghosts and an honored guest within the castle’s walls. More importantly, she was his responsibility. A responsibility that he could not shirk in spite of the position that his queen’s actions had placed him in.

Per his instructions, the knight had brought Boo from her intended meeting point with Kuupa at the gates to the bed chambers that she had…’selected’ for herself sometime during the afternoon. Opposite the doors, his guile left him—as any loyal subject’s would have.

Overtaken by discomfort, he committed himself to silence with the hope that his charge would complete the rest of his job for him.

Eventually, after much fidgeting and staring, she did.

“These doors here, you say?” a thin voice inquired. “I was not aware that Kuupa had moved her bedroom…”

“Yes. H-Her majesty is directly behind these doors.” another replied.

“I see. Such spontaneity suits her. I’m sure the prince must be overjoyed to finally be by himself as well.”

“W-Well…you see…”

“No matter; you may leave us.”

Discontent with the job he had done thus far but far more fearful of the consequences of disobedience, the full-plated soldier bowed, and afterwards departed with a stringent haste.

Alone at last, Boo proceeded with a noticeable loss of tension. At once, the crimson red centers of her eyes focused on the surfaces ahead of her. Moments later, the pair of doors burst apart without her so much as touching them.

Stepping into the room with her eyes closed, she exhaled a listless greeting to the companion she believed to be inside.

“You’ve really a strange taste in jokes, Kuupa.” she began. “Your message stated that we needed to meet urgently. If having me led around your castle is your definition of urgent, then…”

Expecting a sharp retort, Boo opened her eyes to taken in the interior of her colleague’s new bed chamber.

Truthfully, the chamber was unimpressive. On the other hand, what it contained was jarring enough to her senses to see her most basal behavior evoked, and her hands thrust upward in a peekaboo-esque coverage of her face.

Though embarrassed, she was not so disarmed to have her voice fail her.

“Why must I continue coming here…”
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