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Mario's Harem Diaries	By : SniperJoe Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 34545 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3

Daisy
Daisy was a problem.
The thing is, I thought for the longest time that she was an item, or at least a prospective one, with my little brother..
Now I love my brother. Family is irreplaceable.
And so I had no intentions, even after my sex life picked up, to pursue that forbidden fruit.
Fate had other plans.
And so, too, did Daisy.
All this came to issue during the summer.
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Work hard, play hard. I believe in that motto. So it was that I found myself once more racing go-carts through the desert of Sasaraland.
It wasn’t that dangerous. Between Lakitu’s overwatch, and various fair play magics, it was pretty safe.
But that’s no reason not to be a gentleman.
It was an interesting event where Daisy flipped her sand bike just before the finish line, being flung into the air in surprise.
Well…
For me, jumping the same ramp moments later, then ditching my ride by leaping off for that extra height… it was a simple thing to catch her in my arms.
“Eeep!” She squealed in surprise. Her orange hair was whipping around in the air. Her tight motorcycle race suit hugged her athletic body at every curve.
Pauline had a luscious beauty. Peach had a perfect beauty. Daisy had a spicy beauty.
“Oh! The race!” She cried as we were falling.
Haha, that’s just like her.
Even so, the top placers had already finished the race. That’s why I hadn’t felt unsportsmanly or showboat-y in making this detour.
Well, let’s see.
Bowser seemed to have a similar idea to abandon the race. He came racing forwards while throwing Bob-ombs my way and laughing.
This guy’s never going to learn.
“Hang on.” I said.
Kicking Bomb-ombs back one after another, I also plotted my landing trajectory.
By the time we hit the ground, Daisy was making a lot of noise, and Bowser had been knocked out of his own cart.
I landed in his ride, holding Daisy in my lap, and took it over in a smooth motion.
Daisy was cheering in delight.
“Yee-Haw!”
Haha. She’s picking up weird expressions again.
“Get wrecked turtle!” She yelled while lifting herself up.
Hey, hey, stay seated. How do you think you were tossed off of your motorbike in the first place?
I told her in a bemused manner to sit down.
But she was looking back over the seat and waving her fist.
Seriously, it’s fine to have fun but sit down.
I saw her jiggling ass beside my face and slapped it, to get my point across. Hard.
Daisy yelled “Yikes!” In surprise. “Hey! You can’t just - Hey!”
I spanked her again. We were coming up to a bumpy section, and it was either that pull her down by the hair.
Anyways, it was probably because I was spending so much time training Peach lately. But I locked eyes with Daisy’s fiery gaze and I looked at her in the same way I glare at my enemies. I growled: “Sit.Down.”
“Uh… Um…” daisy muttered, frozen.
Of course, we hit the bumpy road and she was almost thrown out of the cart again.
I steered with one arm and swerved the cart to avoid the Koopa Shells Bowser was throwing at us, from foot.
I grabbed Daisy by what I could, in this case her thigh, and forced her to sith back in my lap with an iron grip.
And I sighed. .”Honestly, you princesses sometimes.”
We crossed the finish line to some applause. Why? Just because we pulled some cool maneuvers.
Like I said, no one was really in any danger here. It was just for fun.
….I suppose I didn’t have to be so picky about her staying seated.
Daisy had been conspicuously quiet in my lap during the last stretch as well.
I was going to say something, when I noticed Peach come skipping over towards us.
Before she was pushed aside by a troublesome person that DK had brought along.
“Honey! Honey… you’re so… you were wonderful.” She said in a breathy tone. She looked at me as if I had come back from a prolonged war or something. “Simply marvelous.”
It was Pauline.
She was wearing a checkered dres with a plunging neckline. She was leaning over the door to the go-cart, and reaching out to caress my bicep.
This girl.
“It’s just for fun.” I said to her, brushing away her palm. She looked… wounded. “DK finished far before me. What did he place?” I asked in curiosity.
“Huh? I don’t know. It’s just go-karts.”
Hey. I dedicated my weekend to this ‘just go-karts’.
Then Pauline’s eyes fell on Daisy. “Bitch, who are you?”
“Excuse me?” There it goes. Daisy’s hands went to her hips and she glared.
“Bitch.” Pauline said slowly. “Who are you?”
“Princess Daisy, hussy. Can you go check your neckline, hun? I think you’re missing your dignity.”
A sweet smile came over Pauline’s face. “Oh Mario, did you have to fuck this prudish royal? Oh, I’m so sorry, sweetie. If only I was around.” She breathed, leaning in and tugging at her already plunging neckline.
“It’s my fault. I was wrong. Sweetie, you just fucked me so good I couldn’t think.” She whimpered, forgetting all about Daisy… or anything else. Her eyes were on me, and she was rapidly baring herself to pretty much everyone. “And I didn’t take care of you. Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. That’s not me. I know I used to be a selfish bitch. I never put out for you and that was… was… a bad slut of me.”
What the hell did that mean?
“Just let me have you for a little bit.” she asked, gripping my arm with an iron strength that was unlike her. As if I’d run away. “I can be of use to you, if you’ll just… if you’ll just use me one more time. I’ll do things… things your stupid prude princesses would never utter.” She breathed.
Her eyes darted over every inch of me. She was wild like an addict that needed something.
Was she?
But I put that thought aside. I was done with her.
I might have to redress her later, but her little act wasn’t helping anyone. So hell, I was still in a go-kart, wasn’t I? I floored it.
“Sorry.” I said, slamming the door as I exited the kart.
I had dragged Daisy along with me. Hell, I had shown her some unscrupulous things.
“No… I didn’t mind.” She said in a tiny voice. “You’re amazing.” She breathed, with a blush on her face.
Her eyes were glazed, and her expression was dreamy. She melted into the kart as if exhausted.
She almost looked as if she came.
I had an erection, I realized in disdain, from Pauline’s advances. Despite myself, my body knew her for the luscious woman that she was.
But I hadn’t….
… Although, Bowser’s kart was far from a smooth ride. And she had been on my lap.
But would that vibration be enough?
I saw the woman who gazed at me with inviting eyes, wearing a bike suit that left every curve on display. She had the fit, tight body of an active girl on display. She was an orange themed tigress. Wild, but tamable. And I…
Felt aweful.
Daisy was Luigi’s girlfriend. Or, love interest at the least. I didn’t know how serious they were.
But it was implied.
“You’re such a man.” She breathed. “Boys like you just make girls into sluts, don’t they?”
“I didn’t mean to do that.” I explained.
“Don’t be coy, hun.” She said sweetly. “You had to feel me grinding into you? I was sooo ready for you from the start. With your strong grip on my thigh, and your hard cock underneath me… Hey… don’t tease a girl. I-I’m ready.”
She said the word ‘cock’ oddly.
Daisy had always been one for slang of any form, so the word choice was, while unusual for a princess, understandable.
But she annunciated it as if it were a delicate word of high society. She only understood it academically. It revealed a tint of her innocence. Her purity.
And I at once was incredibly attracted, and repulsed.
I went to find Luigi.
I could pull him aside. We could get some drinks, and talk about women. We could talk about how to keep them satisfied, and stop them from straying.
After all, I was the elder brother. It was my job to embarrass Luigi and teach him these tips of the trade, as it were.
And I could apologize with all my heart and offer to take a dip in the magma. I felt absolutely terrible.
But I was surprised when I attempted this. My brother just scratched the back of his head.
“Um, bro… see… the thing is…”
Luigi had no desire for women.
I was shocked. But as a big brother, I couldn’t show it. I had to show my supportive side. No matter what, we were blood. “‘Weegie,” I said, “even if you’re gay, I’ll still consider you -”
“That’s not it!”
And then I heard the amazing truth.
He was into Koopas.
“They’re green… and smooth….”
Luigi likes green things, that’s true.
But….
Like, paratroopas? Like winged koopas?
Or, Wendy? Bowser’s daughter???
Luigi blushed.
Dear god!
“So… bro… uh… how about I entrust you with Daisy?”
“What the hell does that mean?” I asked in confusion. “Do you want help breaking up?”
“Yes, but…”
According to Weegie, he actually did like Daisy. And, it seemed that Daisy liked him.
Just, the pure physical chemistry was not there. At all.
But he didn’t want to just leave her alone. He wanted her to be happy. He felt responsible.
He had a big heart.
This is ridiculous.
Or rather… I wanted to tell him that it’d never work out with a koopa.
Oh, I would be supportive. Gay, Luma, whatever. I’ll cheer my little brother on.
But the politics alone….
But it wasn’t about working out or not. Luigi simply couldn’t get hard for a human woman. Or even a Toadette.
He didn’t have it in him.
Why? Because he was honest. His body didn’t know how to lie.
I know…
People may call him cowardly, but he still fights. He’s not a coward. Scary things happen, especially to us, and he’s just… honest.
But little bro… it won’t work out! Never, in a million years! Wake up!
I couldn’t say that. He might be in love. It was a good thing.
I pat my brother on the back. I bought him a beer.
I bought myself three.
Oh, boy.
I also talked to DK, as a side note.
It seems that he was taking responsibility for Pauline. That was more or less his tribe’s law. He owed her a debt and I remembered from my days dating her… when she was that icy bitch… oh, she could milk a debt.
They hadn’t had sexual contact, which surprised me. He was, for all purposes, a lackey to her. Nothing else. And he claimed that Pauline was, somehow, completely affixed on thoughts of me.
I didn’t understand it. I wondered, seriously, if that one night of sex had really broken something in her.
But according to DK, no one had ever reacted to a Kong’s heat in the way Pauline had. There was no pheromone or anything involved. No one had endured and begged for more.
The more he looked into it on his end, the more it seemed that… she was just a total slut, and she had just never known.
Well, she could be a slut for someone else, I said. I told him to relay that to Pauline if he got the chance.
I had my hands full.
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Daisy. How to handle her.
With the previous women I’d been with, I had been swept up in the pace. A whirlwind of emotion, each. Hate and love, respectively.
To Daisy, I was largely indifferent.
And if I had just been given my brother’s blessing, I wouldn’t know how to treat her. But I had been entrusted. He wanted me to take care of his friend.
So I knew how to treat her. I would treat her right.
I just had to find and ask Peach Later that night. Her response?

“Shoyer.”
I asked her to clarify.
“Shesh a Shouyer, Mashter. She alwaysh wa~ted to be sheen.”
“One more time.” I insisted.
And by the pink scarf she wore with her matching biker outfit, I pulled peach gently away from my cock.
She didn’t show any sign of surprise or resistance, smoothly sliding her pink shaded lips around my cock along with one last departing slurp. As an odd act of refinement, she preferred not to simply leave my cock with a ‘pop’, nor did she finally release her beloved throat-fucking tool without ceremony. She transitioned seamlessly into a chaste-like kiss at the tip of my cockhead, before trailing pursed lips up and down my shaft once in loving pecks.
“She’s a voyeur, sweetie.” Peach said, once calmed down. She calmly allowed herself to kneel with her position as directed by my grip on her scarf. “At least she calls herself such.”
“I’m not familiar.” I admitted.
“She enjoys being seen. It excites her. She was talking about it earlier tonight, about how you didn’t care that you were talking with Pauline about such things in front of everyone. How you didn’t care that you had someone else’s woman in your lap. How you had a woman begging to suck you before the world. This, even while you teased her by holding her to your masterful cock, while her boyfriend looked on obliviously.”
“Weegie....”
“She doesn’t hate him.” Peach clarified gently. “She actually likes him.”
“She has a funny way of showing it.”
“It’s a different sort of like than the one I hold for you, my darling. It’s… a platonic love.”
“Sounds complicated.”
“Once she has become completely devoted to you, they will have breathing room from which friendship can grow unfettered, I think.” Peach said, tugging with her neck gently at her scarf. A silent indication that she wished to return to her previous task.
An odd start to a friendship, I thought.
Rather.
Peach spoke as if I was some master slaver, who could bind women irrevocably to me with but a wink and a spank. I brought this up.
“Pauline.” Was the entirety of her counterpoint.She had begun to caress my shaft gently in her hands, and was mostly focusing on that.
I admitted that I thought I might have accidentally broken her. I wondered aloud if I might do the same to Daisy, without meaning.
“You might have fixed her.” Was the counterpoint. “After all, the human race is very rare and many of us are royalty, at least in recent generations. Therefore all those matters of the night have been very silent and hid away. Maybe this is our nature. Perhaps we are like wolves. Perhaps you are our Alpha, and we are all your bitches. Perhaps we were born to submit to you, and bear your line.” She said, licking her lips. Her chest heaved, and strained her tight race suit. I could tell she was getting carried away by the mere thought. I could see the smooth curve of her body well as the latex glistened tightly in the moonlight while she undulated her body restlessly. She was putting her whole body, heart, soul, and lust into what was simply a handjob. She pumped the base rhythmically with one hand while she ran her fingers along my length with the other, in a manner that could only be said to personify love and need.
“You really think it’s in our nature?” I don’t remember mom and pop having any kind oddity to their relationship.
Then again, it wasn’t like I spied on their bedroom, so how would I even know?
90% of the time, Peach and I carry on our lives in complete normalcy. I respect her as a princess and she respects me as the excellent plumber that I am.
Peach continued. “I just know… it feels natural. I feel whole, and complete. I didn’t know the feeling before, and the joy it carries with it. Now, I do, and I could miss it were it lost. And I… I don’t think I could endure the pain if you left me like that. If I came to you one day, and begged to be allowed to service your needs and you just… drove away or… and I… had to go back to a… life,” she said the word ‘life’ as if testing it, “where I didn’t know that I belonged to you, and where I didn’t know you would take care of me, and fuck your giant cock into me when I’ve been good and I… I … oh, it’s enough isn’t it?!” She begged. “Honey?”
I sighed, and nodded.
Immediately, the princess of my nation was forcing cock into her little throat far too quickly. The repressed gagging noises made her difficulty known to me, but her lips kept a steady pace regardless. And soon she had her peach coated lips inched all the way down to my base, while she sucked greedily with her drooling mouth. Soon her room was filled with a soft cacophony of moans and slurps, but Peach’s eyes never left mine. She was always checking my expression.
She wanted to know, I think, that I was enjoying myself. That I valued her.
I told her that I would never abandon her like that, that I loved her. That she was a good girl.
She always did have abandonment issues. She was very alone in her castle, most days - even surrounded by retainers and servants.
Soon she calmed down, and returned to working her throat and hands with the smooth grace and poise I had come to expect from my princess whore.
She appeared once more at peace.
“Long story short.” I clarified. “You’re alright if Daisy becomes serious?”
“Mn-hm. I alwaysh wanted a shishter.”
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