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Shell Game
By : aladdinabu
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Shell Game

(or, "Mushroomian Pie")

by AladdinAbu

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Okay, one more chapter to wrap it up. Sound good? Kinky sex in the beginning/middle, then fluffy stuff at the end.

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~~~~~~~~~[PART 3]

Mario awoke with a splitting headache. Something had transpired... something beyond the normal daily stress of being the Mushroom Kingdom's top Troopa-trouncer. What was it? When he rolled over and found Kootie Pie in his bed, he got his answer.

Instantly, he was running for the bathroom. It was a knee-jerk reaction, to upchuck due to finding a Koopa curled up beside him, snoring contentedly with her little claws clutching at the sheets. Like seeing an old balding construction worker in a tutu; there was something inherently WRONG about it. She was a villain, and a slimy, disgusting creature who lived in filth in a glowing-red landscape of doom on the other side of the kingdom. Why did he take up with her again?

But, of course, it slowly came back to him as he knelt over the toilet bowl; deception, lies, sneakiness. The alter-ego that was Fettuccine Alfredo had been the juicy worm on the hook and he had been the prize-winning bass. He never stood a chance against her flowing blonde locks, her eyes like clear pools in the sunlight... but she wasn't real. For the hundredth time since he figured it out last night he reminded himself she wasn't real and would never be real; even if she did come back, she'd still be an old figment. Shadows of the love he'd held.

It was hard for him to admit that he still loved both her and the girl she had turned out to be. There was a lot less gut physical attraction to Kootie than to Fettuccine... wasn't there? Last night had definitely been more than just casual sex between strangers, but was it the same? Of course it wasn't the SAME - what he actually needed to know was if it was EQUAL. Did he feel as strongly about her now that he knew the truth?

That was the real question... but the answer escaped him, no matter how hard he tried to pick it apart.

But he couldn't brush her off just because she was a Koopa. Not only did that sound an awful lot like racism, but she didn't really deserve it. Oh, she deserved a little bit of meanness and maybe even a stern talking-to, but she had at least TRIED to tell him the truth after the fact - and during. Plus, she'd come back as Fettuccine. What could he really have done if she never came back? Gone up to their castle, griping and complaining about his lost love? Big deal. None of the Koopas would care. Even if she had bothered to talk to him, all she had to say was, "Sorry, I couldn't find her" and let the matter drop. Or if she was as evil as he (previously) thought, she could have told him the truth with a big smile on her face, taking pleasure from how it would have freaked him out. Instead of any of those, she'd come back dressed as the human he loved, and spoke from her heart (even if it was beyond the whole "This is a message from Kootie Pie" safety net). Craziness, but he had to respect that she'd done her best under the mondo strange-o circumstances.

The nausea he felt in the next second when he thought about how she'd confessed her love over and over to him was a whole other kind. It had been easier to accept her affections when they had both been humans, but he couldn't entirely rule them out now. They still felt good - hers were so pure and earnest, even if she had tricked him in the beginning. It was an old story; the girl starts messing with the guy's mind to get something she wanted, but gets sucked into feeling more toward him. The duped guy finds out, gets mad, but ultimately returns her feelings anyway. Was this how their story was destined to play out?

Thinking back on all they had done frightened him. When he'd thought she was a semi-experienced human woman, it was one thing: she said she was a virgin, but maybe she wasn't really, and at the very least it was likely she had done lots of other things that weren't QUITE intercourse. Lady Fettuccine had seemed mostly in control, experienced, heated yet at ease. But from what he found out later, and from what they saw and did when she was a Koopa again, he now knew the truth of the matter: Wendy had never so much as held hands with a boy before in her whole life. Mario felt sick all over again when he realized that they had groped, french-kissed, chained her to the wall, used her tail against her, done oral AND moved on to the typical missionary deal during their FIRST DATE. Nevermind how HE felt about it - he was older and had a few girlfriends before they were sucked down the tub drain - but that poor Koopa was probably scarred for life!

Maybe he didn't really like the idea, but he had to get back in there and help her through it. Besides, she wasn't so bad once you got past the scales, was she?

That reained to be seen.

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The door latch woke Kootie Pie instantly: Bully or Kooky were going to play another prank on her. What was it this time? Hand in the bowl of water, or shaving cream and a feather up her nose? Why did they have to be such babies all the time?

But there was something else. A rustling of clothes. That was weird... but then again, everything was. Her sheets smelled funny, they were a weird color... and the walls were wooden, not cold grey stones. She wasn't in her room at all. She was-

SHE WAS AT MARIO'S HOUSE.

Unable to feign sleep or pretend to not be frightened, she flipped over to gape at the figure in the room, dry throat wheezing as she attempted to cry out. But Mario wasn't raising a hammer to bring down on her skull and crush it, he wasn't aiming a Fire Flower... he was just pulling on his underwear. Had the night before been more than a unsettling-yet-good dream?

"Good morning, sleepyhead."

"Mm," she said with a nod, covering herself as much as she could with the blanket. Never before had she thought of herself as "naked"; not before her body was important to him. Should she start wearing clothes? They hung weirdly on a Koopa frame.

"Didn't mean to wake you up," he said as he sat down hesitantly on the edge of his bed. HIS bed. She was in his BED! "Just... kinda chilly this morning."

"Mm."

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

She knew her face was glowing by now. "I... I'm sorry. I feel even sillier telling you about it, but... I'm embarassed."

"Me too," he said with a shrug. "But, well, we could sit around feeling weird and stressing about it, or we could stress and feel weird while we make breakfast."

"Breakfast?" she breathed, head spinning. He wanted to do normal, domestic things with her around. She didn't have enough info, enough prior knoweledge - did this mean he was letting her in? Was she a part of his life for real now?

"Yeah. You do eat, don't you? Or do Koopas have that whole photosynthesis thing where you absorb sunlight?"

Kootie Pie glared at him - and instantly felt better somehow. What was that about? "Very funny. Let's rustle up some grub, Pastabrain."

They made their way into the kitchen, where Mario began making flapjacks and Kootie messed around with the coffee maker until Mario bailed her out. Then they worked side-by-side at the stove, one of them making ostro eggs over-easy and the other fying up bacon. Her face stayed red almost the entire time; it was too close to the man who'd rocked her world and turned it permanently upside-down for her to feel at ease, not this soon. But it wasn't bad - not by a long shot.

Even though she had to stand on a stepstool to see over the lip of the stove. But she'd grow; Koopas continued to grow until they were well into their forties. Her daddy had hit his final growth spurt last year. This was a temporary inconvenience.

Once they sat down to eat, it was a lot harder to avoid talking to each other; at least before they'd been concentrating on making food. Now the silence was deafening. Were they in love or weren't they? Perhaps... but that didn't mean they had anything to talk about.

"So what are your plans now?"

"Huh?!" she yelped, dropping toast into her coffee. As she hurriedly fished it out with her fork, she said, "Plans for what?"

"You're probably not gonna move in here with me just because we got sweaty a couple times," he said around a bite of egg. "And I think we both know I'm not welcome in your dad's place."

Subconsciously, she was trying to make herself look as small as possible by hunching her shoulders, pouting, staring down at her plate. It was instinct from when Daddy was in a towering temper, and she couldn't break it so easily. "I... well, I know, but..."

"I'm not trying to be mean or anything. Just... curious."

That made all the difference to her, it really did, but she still couldn't bring herself to speak any louder or more boldly. "W-well, I guess I just assumed we'd keep... sneaking around behind everybody's backs?"

"Wrong answer," he laughed.

"I don't hear you coming up with a better one," she snapped as she stabbed into a flapjack. "Why don't you rescue me or whatever, Mr. Hero Pants?"

"You could just move in here, you know; I wouldn't turn you away. In fact, it's probably exactly what I need." When she only raised her eyebrows, he shrugged and took a long swallow of coffee before continuing. "Well, we both know how lonely I been since moving here. You talk like you're sick of being isolated from anybody who's not either family or a braindead underling. Moving in together makes the most sense, that's all - even if it'd be rough."

Kootie Pie sighed as she realized he was right. "Nobody would be thrilled with that, would they?"

"Maybe you were right the first time... we just see each other when we can." Then he paused with a piece of bacon halfway to his mouth. "I m-mean, if you even want to keep seeing me. Don't think Im' trying to pressure you into anything, that's not what I'm about."

"No, no," she told him hurriedly, gripping the edge of the table. "This... well, it's all moving really fast, but I'm down for it, I really am! It's just... god, I can hardly believe some of the stuff that's coming out of your mouth, you know that?"

"Huh?"

"You're talking about us like our only worry is some angry family members, when..." She worked to swallow a lump. "When I'm a psycho supervillain with a tail, and a carapice on her back, and you're so SQUISHY. It's like, a match made in Dark Land if I ever heard of one!"

"Yeah, so?"

Wendy squirmed. He was making this harder on purpose! "SO, not that I really have any clue, but I think I'm completely, stupidly in love with you anyway." Ten seconds passed before she whispered. "And now it's your turn to say something, you asshole."

"I... what am I s-supposed to say? Nobody's ever..." He cleared his throat, then took another drink of coffee. "Okay, so that's one question answered. You're definitely serious about this relationship."

"You bet I am." She shoveled another bite into her mouth for an excuse to shut up for a few seconds, then swallowed and said, "I have no idea what the hell I'm doing, but I know apathy's not on the menu. Maybe if you know that y0u'll be more serious when I ask: what are we gonna do?"

Mario nodded, cheeks becoming rosier as he thought about it. "I haven't got the first clue, Wendy. Sorry." Then he smiled. "Does this mean I fail at the hero gig?"

Kootie Pie grinned. "Only if you let it stop us."

Soon afterward they finished eating, and they cleared the table and began doing dishes - Kootie insisting she be allowed to help because she was a guest and taking advantage of his hospitality (not to mention taking advantage of his body). Eventually he left her to it, putting away the eggs and other things they'd left out and wiping down the dining table. Then, while she was still scrubbing the last dish - a particularly ornery pan - he came up behind her.

"So I've been thinking that, uh, maybe we should start testing things out a little."

"Testing what?" she asked without turning. Then her hands slipped and she dropped the pan into the water with a huge splash. "AH! M-Mario, you c-can't, I- oooh..."

"Sorry," he said in a huskier voice, clearly as turned on to start with as she was rapidly becoming every time his hand passed over her outer folds. "I mean, I'm not, but you can tell me to back off anytime. Just say the word."

"I..." But just before she told him to cut it out (or to keep going, she wasn't sure), she had another idea. "I d-don't know what you're talking about."

He seemed to catch on, because there was some amusement in his voice when he said, "No? Then nevermind. Guess I was imagining things, huh?"

"HAAH!" she moaned, back arching. It was curving to point her aft toward him, exactly opposite of what she wanted. Or maybe her nether region knew something the rest of her didn't - and she suspected it might at that. "W-will you quit st-standing around while I'm d-doing all the work? How t- how typically male!"

"Don't mind me," he said as his finger slid into her. Both knees threatened to buckle, but she found it in herself to hold on, to remain upright and keep scrubbing at the dish. "Just exploring. You just keep doing the dishes."

Her face must have been hot to the touch by now; this was so degrading! But it excited her for Mario to treat her that way - the same way being shackled had excited her. All her life, she'd been spoiled rotten by her doting father because he was her only girl. Along comes a man who will do things to her without asking, or withold things. It wasn't like he was really hurting her, or doing anything out of spite - that would mean a one-way ticket to Eunuchville. But the way he roughed her up just the tiniest bit without ever causing her any lasting damage... it drove her wild. It drove her through the freaking roof.

It was like doing these things might not be what she WANTED, not conciously... but he knew it spoke to her innermost needs.

The squelching noises from inside her were getting louder - both because she was wetter and because Mario was speeding up. Her hands gripped the dirty pan on either side, white-knuckling, until she forced one hand to let go and pick up the steel wool and begin scrubbing. Somehow even that became erotic... when she knew the sensations were so overpowering that she was barely able to perform such a simple action.

She had just finished cleaning the pan and rinsing it when he penetrated her with the second finger - and she yelped, bending so far into the sink that her nose was an inch from the water. Mustering her willpower, she straightened and placed the pan in the drying rack. "There. I'm d-done. What next?"

"Clean the window for me? I'd really appreciate it."

The window was behind the sink. She'd have to climb up onto the counter. "But..."

"If you don't feel up to it, that's fine." The amusement showed in Mario's voice, but there was also a tinge of discomfort; she wasn't the only one who kept worrying they were crossing the line from humiliation-play into actual humiliation. "Seriously, I'll get it later. I won't make you do anyth-"

"No, no, I can do it. I want to." Taking a deep breath to reduce how badly she was shaking, how her every muscle was twitching, she slowly raised one knee and placed it on one side of the sink. "Hand... hand me that window cleaner and a rag."

Mario did. For just a second when he was handing the materials off their eyes met. His hunger was clear and present, as was her mingling fear and curiosity. Neither of them knew what exactly was going to happen from that point onward. Then she turned away from him before he realized just how anxious she was... because she wanted to see what he would do. Curiosity was winning out over fear.

His hands gently pushed her other foot up until she was straddling the sink, unable to sit down because of the hollow beneath her - she could, but it would be uncomfortable to heave herself out of it later (and her butt would get all soapy). It wasn't a difficult stretch across the modest basin, either - just one that prevented her from closing her legs. Again.

Kootie Pie spritzed the cleaner onto the window and began to wipe in small circles as his fingers reentered her, swishing back and forth. He wasn't wasting much time. Small moans escaped her lips without her approval as she cleaned the window, as her knees began to drift farther and farther apart. What was she doing? This made it look like she was BEGGING for him to violate her! That wasn't the case, not really; she liked it so much it was beyond belief, but her body was beckoning him to do more, harder, faster, while her mind and heart were ready for a breather. But because her body wasn't listening, she couldn't get her mouth to open up and ask him to stop, couldn't slap his hand away... couldn't do anything but wipe the window down and taste her own salty tears streaming into her mouth.

Why was she crying? She liked it. She liked HIM. At the same time, this was way more than she was ready for; they had pushed the relationship miles past her comfort level, and too early on. That's why she was crying... but her body still didn't obey. It liked what was happening to it and welcomed anything.

The third finger that had entered her now withdrew and began pressing against her other oriface. Her entire body tensed, and her tail whipped downward to cover all access points. Mario cleared his throat and said, "Sorry, I... sorry. Forgot that you'd said you didn't go for that."

This was it; her out. Her excuse to put an end to it, to save herself! But for some reason her mouth opened and said, "Go for w-what? I'm t-trying to clean a w-w-window, here. Stop nagging."

Of course her tail didn't move out of the way, though; part of her body still reserved the right to protect that part of her. But Mario's hand gripped it firmly and peeled it upward; it was a struggle, but by the time he was pointing it straight at the ceiling she felt wetter than ever before. He was literally OPENING HER UP. By force. She liked how in-control he was, and liked even more than he hadn't yet used his control to override her consent.

Too bad her body kept overriding itself.

"Are you sure?" he whispered, breaking character, showing all of his concern freely. "Your tail is fighting me every step of the-"

"I'm trying to do my freaking chores!" she snapped, waggling her butt at him in a way she hoped was inviting. How would it be if she told him to go ahead but never let him do it? Just because she couldn't make her tail stop fighting it didn't mean she hadn't decided to let him go ahead and experiment. That wasn't fair, not by a long shot. So she added, "And we both know my tail has a mind of its own. Ignore it."

This was immediately contested when her tail whipped back down to cover her again. Mario grasped it with more force, yanking it up, and she cried out - her control was rapidly slipping away from her with every moment. But she was GIVING it away, wasn't she? Just because her sexual partner was taking it didn't mean he took it without her permission... and as she felt his hot breath on her semi-exposed holes, she whimpered, feeling more confused than ever by what they were both doing. Was it ever going to start making sense?

"Shh," he breathed as he kissed the back of her thigh; a more neutral area, close to her pleasure center but not directly on it. "I'll be gentle."

"Yeah, right," she scoffed bravely. "Like I believe that for a minute." An instant later, one of the fingers that he had thoroughly moistened inside her slit began prying open a hole that she was not ready to have penetrated. "AAAGH, OW, OH FUCK, WHY?!?!"

But Mario had stopped talking to her; he was too focused on what he was doing. Her tail tried to yank his arm out - maybe even out of its socket - but he held it fast, held her open to his advances. It wiggled back and forth, it permeated her with ease... such a dark feeling, way more disturbing than having something in the RIGHT hole had been. Because this was clearly WRONG. Every inch of wrongness that could be felt was wrapped up in her puckered anus. Not that he just shoved it in; he was working on it, slowly widening her, breathing on her slit to bring more moisture that he could use on his current project.

"And I thought you were tight THERE," Mario announced in wonder as he wedged his finger tighter and tighter into her hole, wriggling it back and forth. "This is unbelievable, it's-"

"Get it out!" she sobbed, hips moving back and forth, trying to get herself away from it. "Or... I dunno, do something, I can't- I ca- I can't stand it!"

He paused in his motions for a long moment, and Wendy found that to be nearly as horrible; she even began to push herself back and into him, forcing the finger deeper inside the place she allegedly didn't want it to go. Then he stepped up onto the bench, bent all the way over her, and whispered, "We're in major uncharted territory, huh?"

"Yeah!" she gasped in such a weak voice that she instantly hated herself for being capable of it. "I... I can't even tell what I do and don't like anymore!"

"Listen: the safeword is 'white flag'. Technically it's two words, but... we need one now, I think. It's kind of important."

Kootie Pie nodded, panting harder than ever; he was still in her ass. "Got it. White flag. B-but... but I'm not ready to use it yet."

"Really?" he said with no small amount of disbelief. "Because you're bawling at me to pull it out, and your tail is clearly trying to save your life. I... hey, I'm enjoying this a lot, but I don't wanna look back and realize I hurt you. Totally not worth it."

"I know," she whispered as she felt her mouth smiling; he truly did care, he wasn't solely interested in banging her brains out. "But I want to try; I want to try what you like, at least once. If it's a fate worse than death, well, we'll cross it off the list."

Mario considered, then nodded. "I can live with that." And when he stepped back from her, his kindness faded - or didn't really fade. It hid behind the feral, carnal pleasure he let rule himself. "Why'd you stop cleaning? Something wrong?"

"Nope!" she sobbed as her ass was split open anew with another thrust of his finger. "Right as rain!"

"You missed a spot. It's waaaay up there, see?"

She nodded, stretching up to get it... and moaning at the oddness of the sensation of her sphincter muscles moving around his finger. It was sickening and painful, but it also felt interesting. Again, he yanked her tail up and out of his way, and this time she felt her behind lifting an inch or so. Everything downstairs was burning - even her thighs at being held in this odd position for too long. Her shins also had begun to ache; she wasn't used to doing menial labor at all, much less on her knees.

That's when she felt it.

"Wha?!" she gasped. "What IS that, what are you doing to me?"

"Just concentrate on your windows," he grunted as he continued to rub his dick against her outer seal. It must have been hard enough that he didn't need to guide it with his hand, since one was holding her tail up and the other was violating the forbidden oriface.

It was too much stimulation. In that instant, she pressed her face flush with the window and came hard, splattering his hand with her pungent fluids.

"Goodness," he gasped with mock surprise. "You made another mess!"

"S-sorry," she moaned as she shivered from an aftershock. "I... I'll get to it, right after the windows. I p-promise!"

"No, we're going to have to punish you for that. Sorry."

"NNAH!" she gasped as she felt him push a second finger into her ass - and was amazed to find it was even less yielding than before. Had it clenched around him when she reached climax? He was patient, and somehow got both fingers inside without ripping her apart. Heart in her throat, she continued to press herself against the window, tongue lolling out as she failed completely to keep washing.

"What if the neighbors saw?" he said with dark satisfaction - and a shot of dread welled up in her. NO. Nobody could ever see her like this! But then he chuckled. "Yeah, nevermind; guess it would be more embarassing for me than for you. I'm a respected citizen around here, while you're just some slut from Dark Land."

Even with those hurtful words (that were too tame to hurt her all that much), she still worried about being seen; there she was, panting onto the window. Anybody could get an eyeful of Kootie Pie having her poor little ass deflowered if they happened to walk down the alley past his backyard. But that wasn't too likely, she consoled herself. Not TOO likely.

But Mario had picked up on her shame, and seized on it. "You like it, do you? The thought of people watching. You want them to see what a big girl you are. That you can let me play with you all I want. That you can take it."

Only at that point did any true worry pass through her mind. Mario was saying more and more things that made her worry about what she was getting herself into. On the other hand, he'd given her a safeword; all she had to do was use it. Which she needed to do, and soon. But where would this lead if she DIDN'T?

"Hmnh," was all she said. It wasn't any kind of affirmation, but neither was it the safeword.

"It takes a lot of strength to be this weak," he grunted as he rubbed his cock along the back of one thigh, brushed the sole of her foot. "To give yourself over to another like that. And you want to show that off; brag about how amazing you are. Makes me want that, too. Makes me want you! God, I want you so bad!"

"Do you?" she managed to squeak out. "Because you're... doing a lot of playing... without g-getting to the point. Chickenshit?" Had she really just said that? Had she taken all that verbal and carnal abuse, and then turned around and PROVOKED him?

But Mario let out a small chuckle. "That's what I like to hear." Then he redoubled his grip on her tail and yanked her backward and onto his cock, pushing himself flush against her sodden folds. She wasn't open to him, though; her reptilian cunt needed more coaxing than that to admit his girth beyond its closed gates. Therefore, causing her to feel a rush of panic and fresh bursts of humiliation with every moment, he began jerking her tail left and right, up and down. With those fingers still inside her rectum, it was more than enough to make her come a second time, but she somehow didn't - it was as if she willfully held off, enjoying it plenty in spite of how much she ought to hate it... but not allowing herself to get so lost in it that she loosed another orgasm so soon after the first.

Finally he succeeded; without touching either his organ or hers directly, he forced himself into her slippery self - and force was the right word indeed. Looks like her ass wasn't the only thing that clenched when she came.

"YAAAIHNGNAH!" she screamed, legs widening in a reflexive attempt to alleviate the pressure. His hand pulled her tail up toward her head and she was forced to bend, to turn her pelvis so he had better access to both holes. He didn't waste much time; soon after he first penetrated he was already thrusting, mostly holding his fingers still while withdrawing and impaling her on his member in turn. It was as hard as it ever was, but she could feel everything - she could even feel his fingers against her vagina! The cock and the fingers were sandwiching the sensitive membrane that separated the two fleshy corridors, and they were rubbing together in there, coaxing more pleasure from her. And frightening her half to death in the process.

"Yeah!" he panted as he slapped into her backside, as his balls did the same to her pubis (or what passed for a pubis on her lizardlike body). "Yeah, that's it! It's so good, you're so hot down there! God, who ever said you guys were cold-blooded obviously hadn't got past the handshake stage!"

Too much was going on down there; he was going to rip her apart if he wasn't careful, especially the way he was now moving his fingers around. This was making her so nauseous that she was sure a puddle of vomit was in their future, but at the same time she knew that wouldn't happen. Why let an upset stomach ruin their love-making?

Without warning, he pulled out, leaving her feeling hollow and alone. He stepped down off the stool, still holding her tail aloft... and stuck his tongue into her ass.

"GOD, what the fuck are you DOING?!" she snapped, too shocked to hold back. "That's so disgusting! You're going to make yourself sick!"

"It's amazing," he moaned, and she felt her face turning red all over. "Hmhh... I've done this to human women before, but a Koopa girl... it's so amazing!"

"Get out of there! Get... HnnNh, oh god, it's so weird!" Then his thumb was in her cunt and she quivered all over. "AH! What is THAT? I can't stand this anymore, I can't, I'm gonna fall to pieces if this keeps up!"

"All I wanna do is play with you," he said into the area between her holes as he passed a cum-soaked hand over her toes, which only made her twitch again. "You're too much fun!"

"I'm g-glad you're enjoying yourself!" she moaned when his tongue entered her wet hole, licking up all of her juices. He was eating her. He was actually ingesting part of her, it was going to stay inside his stomach! "But I'm t-trying to finish these windows and I get the feeling you won't let me until you're through, so hurry it up already!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

This time, when his cock shoved its way into her tiny hole again, she was ready for him; she forced it to unclench just long enough to admit him, and he slammed into her with crushing force, letting out a cry of surprise; they had both expected more resistence. It felt to her like every inch of his entire body had just crammed itself into her vagina, leaving no room for the rest of the world to exist. Was she ever going to loosen up in there?

"AHH!" he shouted, doubling over. "Too good, I... I'm gonna lose it soon. You gotta find a way to make yourself less hot, I can't be this ready to blow my load every time we start the final countdown or I won't make it to zero!"

"Boo, hoo, hoo!" she cackled even while she was legitimately sobbing. "Cry to your mama, plumber b-boy!"

He gave a rough, incensed laugh. "Oh yeah? Guess I haven't been stimulating you enough if you can still talk back like that! Let's try THIS on for size!"

"WHOOOOAAAIIAH!"

Two fingers in her ass, going wild, and his cock ramming her at full speed. And still yanking on her tail; that set her off almost as much as the other two things combined. He really had her by the tail; she was at his mercy, because she wasn't able to turn or do anything else as long as he was holding it. Until she weasled away or he let go on his own, he might as well own her soul.

"It's almost here!" he yelped, clearly beside himself at not being able to hold out any longer. "You're making me- here I-"

"Mario!" she gasped, unable to feign indifference another second. "Mario, come all up in me! I want it! I want you!"

He grunted a few more times, then said, "Tell me you want it in the ass! Tell me you like it there!"

After a moment's blubbering, lamenting her ruined innocense, she screamed, "I love it in the ass! Screw me there!"

"YEAH!" At once, his fingers worked on her faster, and only sheer luck kept her hands from slipping off the window and letting her forehead bash into the faucet. "Yeah, I'll screw you! I'll screw y- y... NNH! WENDY!"

"MARIOOOOOOOOAAH!"

A miniature waterfall poured down her legs, the counter, and onto Mario's feet. What a head of steam they'd built up - and how glorious the release! Just then, she felt him spurting up and into her, and she smiled when she recognized it from the previous two occasions; he wanted to put that inside her. And she didn't mind taking it.

Already she could tell her tail would be aching a little from his treatment of it; not so much bruised as strained. Maybe even a little bruised, also...

"Hmh," he moaned warmly as he played with her mercilessly, even though they had finished; his fingers waggled deep inside her behind, and his other hand now moved to the cunt that his spent cock had slid from effortlessly. "So hot in there..."

"White flag," she managed to rasp out - and his hands shot away at lightspeed. "WHA?!"

"Sorry!" he hissed urgently. "What, what'd I do?"

At that she gave a weak laugh, turning and sitting on the counter. "All good stuff... but god, everything's in pain. You gotta know when to quit!"

He smiled and relaxed. "Okay, okay. Good. You scared me with the safeword, though."

"I didn't mean to," she told him sheepishly, crossing her legs to hide her still-spread holes. "It was so amazing... I'm not sure I want it that way ever again, but I'm certainly not regretting any part of-"

Then he was kissing her, with such intensity that she almost fell back against the wall. A moment later she was pushing him away and making a face. "What?" he asked. "Did I do something wrong?"

"You have assbreath."

"Ah," he laughed. "Excuse me, then." And with that, he made for the bathroom.

Almost automatically, Kootie Pie began wiping down the counters and herself. How had she made such a mess? Her heart hadn't stopped racing since they finished; it was like they were still going. While she cleaned, a thousand thoughts careened through her head; what was he going to think of her after that kind of raunchy sex? If their roles were reversed, she might have thought he wasn't worth keeping around, or that he was too wimpy, or too vulgar. But SHE was the one who'd let him do all that to her. Sure, she could pull the card that it was his idea, but he'd told her exactly how to put a stop to anything she didn't like... and she'd let him do it anyway. Her fault as much as his, if not more.

"Sorry that took so long," Mario told her as he returned, boxers back in place. "Had to pee. Because of... well, y'know."

"Right," she squeaked - then cleared her throat so she wouldn't sound so weird. "Well, uh, maybe I ought to be going now. It's been a real pleasure, and maybe we can-"

"Just like that?" he said, face falling. "But... but I thought we would... oh, I dunno now. You're probably right, I bet your family misses you right about now."

She nodded. Fact of the matter was, they were probably glad not to hear her whining about this and that, but it was beside the point. "First, do you... could I use your shower? I'm a huge mess."

He blinked, then stepped out of her way. "Yeah, no, go for it - I mean, my shower is your shower!"

"Thanks." But as she was walking past, his hand snaked out and caught her by the elbow. "Mario-"

"What's the matter? Seriously, maybe I'm being an insensitive jerk or something, but I feel like I should at least ask. Even if you don't think you can tell me."

A flare of anger went off in her eyes - but she stamped it out. This wasn't his fault, not really; she couldn't take it out on him with a clear conscience. "Just... okay, listen. That was fun, but I... well, a lot of the ways you treated me..." Her lip quivered. "I know you didn't mean anything bad, so I was trying not to mention it, but I felt- I felt-"

"Like a piece of meat?"

"Yeah!" she blustered, brow furrowing. "Why did you treat me like that? No, don't answer that." She cleared her throat. "I know, we were playing - all part of the show. Problem is, after watching the last episode... I think I'm really going to have to change the channel. Do you forgive me?"

Mario ran a hand through his hair, clearly upset. "Hey, don't worry about ME. I thought you were into it, and now I feel stupid for not seeing that you weren't. Wow... and I had just said to myself in the bathroom that we were moving too fast, and then I ramp things up to THAT speed - Jesus, I just assterbated you!"

"I'll never be able to look anyone in the face again," she bleated, sinking to her knees. "I've taken in the ass and liked it. What kind of girl am I, anyway? The trashy kind, that's what!"

And out of nowhere, Mario swept her off her feet and into his arms, gingerly avoiding her shell spikes. "Hush. I love you, okay? Just because you're having second thoughts about anal play doesn't mean I hate your guts over something that dumb. It's a minor detail."

"De-TAIL," she quipped, and he grinned. "You love me, huh?"

"Oh." His cheeks went a little pale, but then he cleared his throat and smiled. "Well... maybe. That slipped out before I had a chance to really think about it, though. But at the very least I don't think it'd make any sense for me to act like we're complete strangers now."

She snuggled into the crook of his arm. "Carry me to the bathroom?"

"Anything, my mistress."

On their way there, Wendy found herself falling in love with him all over again. He listened. Sure, they'd done some unforgivable things in the throes of passion, but he cared what she thought. He cared about HER. Maybe this would really be okay.

She took a long shower, letting all the worries and feelings of the day get washed off and away. For a while she simply curled up on the floor, letting the water cascade over her, calming her entire being. Then, when she couldn't hide behind that anymore, she emerged.

"C'mere," he said from the bedroom. She entered, and found him under the bedsheet, patting it and waiting. With an amused snort, she leapt up and onto the mattress, and he snagged her around the middle - then flinched. "OW, those spikes!"

"Sorry, can't do anything about it," she sighed. "Anyway... you had been saying something about loving me."

"You don't let anything drop, do ya?"

"Nope." She took a nervous breath. "Okay. This is when we really talk about us."

Mario nodded. "Yeah. Well, like we said, nobody's moving in with anybody right now, but I think we owe it to our, uh... physical chemistry to give things a shot."

"Exactly," she echoed. "I... I've never had a boyfriend before." Then she squeezed her eyes shut. "Ugh, I just sounded like a five-year-old. That must be REAL enticing."

"It's cute," he chuckled. "And... I get it, you really haven't. But just because I've had more experience doesn't mean I'm ready to jump in feet-first, okay? Don't go acting like I'm some, some... man-whore."

"Can we dial back the sex?" she asked him in a rush, then held her breath to wait for his reaction.

"Sure, if that's what you want." When she still didn't breathe, he poked her in the stomach, causing her to laugh (and also suck in oxygen afterward). "Cut it out! You don't have to be so afraid of me."

"Really? You mean, just because I've spent half my life running around, trying not to get trampled by the Mario Bros. is no reason for me to be scared?"

"Like you didn't earn it," he fired back. "When did I ever come gunning for you guys WITHOUT provocation?"

"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Persnickety." She chewed her lip. "It's not like I don't know we're a gang of criminals, but we're family. I can't just abandon that."

Mario sneered. "The Mushroom Kingdom Mafia. Great." Then he nodded. "I guess so. And you know I can't switch sides; if me and my brother aren't here protecting the poor, defenseless mushrooms from your pop, who will?"

"You could just abandon them," she whispered. "They're super annoying anyway."

"WENDY!"

"Kidding," she laughed. "Or half-kidding. I mean, would it be completely evil if I admitted that tormenting them is fun?" His unimpressed look made her blush. "Sorry. It is fun, though... they squeal so nicely when running for their lives from Kooky's latest invention."

"You're really selling yourself, here."

She shrugged as she rolled onto her back, Mario rescuing his arm just in time. "Face it; you're in love with a villainess. I don't really do altruism. But..."

"But?"

"But I could try to be better." Her own words were scaring her now. She was really willing to change her patterns of behavior for this man? "I mean... within reason. I'm not going to start ladeling out dinners in soup kitchens or anything. But as long as we're keeping this on the down-low, I have to perpetrate at least CLOSE to the same level of bad as I was before or my siblings will know something's up. Daddy's got blinders on when it comes to me, but they don't."

Mario grimaced as he settled his arms behind his head. "Guess so. But you have to realize that when we're in public, I'm still gonna try to pound you into oblivion. Both of us have to keep up appearances, not just you."

"Yeah." The thought of actually attacking the man she loved made her guts squirm. "Just... pull your punches?"

"We both will," he decided. "That's the only upside: we can mostly attack each other and nobody will realize we're only playacting."

Her claw began to trace its way up his stomach. "And then, when nobody's paying any attention to us..."

"Sneaking off to ratty hotel rooms?"

"Or your house. Seems private enough here." After biting her lip for a moment, she rolled over and held herself as close to his chest as she could, kissing him on the cheek. "I really want this to work, okay? It's not enough to make plans, I... I need you to understand that I'm totally committed to this."

He turned his piercing eyes on her and smiled. "I get it, you know; I was here when we made love the first time. Magic if ever there was any."

"But I keep getting this sinking feeling that you look at me and see some immature whiny brat. Which I am," she followed up, and they both laughed. "But that doesn't mean this is some passing fancy that I'll get over when I decide I want a new pony or something. I know the real deal when it hits me this hard, so don't you forget that!"

"I won't. And neither will you, I know. The same goes for me."

"Good." She leaned in as far as she could and kissed him on the lips again, and the kiss stretched on for minutes, deepening and evolving and becoming somehow TRUER as it went on. Then she broke it off and stared down at him and gasped, "Mario, I... I'm glad we worked it out. That you can accept the real me."

"Part of me knew all along, I think," he told her quietly. "I mean, the tail, right? I had to suspect that it was you on a subconscious level, but I blocked it out, told myself it was crazy. Not that it made finding out any less of a blow..."

Her nose crinkled. "You sure you don't miss that human slutpuppy? She could come back any day."

"Nah." He kissed the crinkled nose, and she giggled from pure happiness. "She's ancient history. You're current events. And you know how I'm all about the current events, right?"

Her hips guided themselves onto his. "Tell me again; I seem to have forgotten..."

~~~~~~

A few more hours of play passed before they finally decided she should be getting back to Castle Koopa. They ate a light lunch and talked, and laughed, and made plans for the future that would likely never come to pass. Then they put their final plan into action.

"THERE!"

Kooky and Big-Mouth ran outside to see what the matter was, and found a trussed-up Kootie Pie on their lawn, wriggling back and forth against the ropes and screaming as loudly as she could through the cloth gag.

"You can have THIS back!" Mario shouted, dusting off his palms. "And next time, don't send some Koopa disguised as a human to steal all my gold coins, or I'll keep her even longer! Might even hand her over to Princess Toadstool so she can stand TRIAL!"

"You'll pay for this, you bbbblaguard!" Big-Mouth threatened, jumping up and down.

"Fat chance!" Then Mario used the racoon tail he'd snagged earlier to take off into the sky, beyond their reach.

"Come on, Sis," Kooky said, shredding the ropes easily with his claws. "Are... are you okay?"

"NO!" she screamed shrilly the moment her gag had been removed. "No, I am NOT okay! That meatball-head Mario was totally fooled one minute, feeding me dinner and drinking enough wine to intoxicate a Sledge Brother, and just when I think he's out cold and go for his money... WHAM, I'm unconscious!"

"Nobody told you to go after him alone," Kooky told her seriously, pouting just a little - as if he wished the idea HAD been his after all. "That one's entirely on your shoulders. Whatever possessed you to do such a foolhardy thing?"

"Because I wanted him to pay for ruining our last caper," she whispered. "Him and that green-jeans brother of his! Bah, nevermind - I'm going to my room! Nobody bother me for the rest of the day, I've had more than I can stand! OOOH!"

And off she stomped. She sensed a few of her other brothers coming out of their rooms as she stomped toward her own, but the trailing Big-Mouth hurriedly informed them that now was not the best time to ask for a recap of her time spent away.

Once in her room, she locked the door and threw herself down on her bed, sobbing loudly for any eavesdroppers. After about ten minutes, she decided the coast was probably clear... and withdrew something she had been hiding in the palm of her hand. To anyone else, it was just a cork, but to her it was a memento - the first bottle of wine they'd shared together, hopefully of many more to come. It was the safest keepsake of their first date she could think of to leave in her room, because anybody who saw it would never, ever pay it any mind... but she wanted it there to remind her that someone outside the castle walls dreamt of her.

Wendy O. Koopa glanced between it and the light patch of scales on her tail where her other bow was normally tied - which Mario now owned forever - and grinned to herself. If they both survived this ongoing shell game, their love would be sung about by mushroom minstrals for eons. A plumber and a Koopa. Who knew?

For now, the two of them knew, and that was just enough.

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THE END (plaise raivaiw)
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