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The Price of Heroism	By : anacsadder Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 5474 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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When she finally emerged in the hallway, she was wearing nothing but the robe. She'd deliberated on the issue for several minutes before leaving the warm, steamy haven. Bowser's dress was awful, and modesty seemed pointless at this juncture, so she'd taken a breath and let it go. Her bare feet padded down the stairs. She was wildly hungry and though she kept an ear out for her hosts, she really just wanted to find the kitchen. The whole place was a bit strange, she noticed. The wide hallways wound past several rooms, including an indoor pool, a tennis court, and a gym, but she'd yet to see a window since entering the place. Or any sort of exit, unless she counted the garage. Were they underground?
She heard voices as she rounded a third or fourth corner and followed them to a living room. The doppelgangers sat on the couch. A pizza box sat open on the coffee table. They seemed to be watching Keeping Up with the Koopalings. Peach bit her lip. She'd heard of the show, but she'd never seen it. It didn't air in Mushroom Kingdom. At least it didn't before. She didn't know anymore. The pizza lured her into the room, though.
“Peachy,” Wario grinned enthusiastically as he spotted her. “Was beginning to think we'd need to send a search party.”
Her hands unconsciously clasped the neck of the robe closed. “This place is bigger than I expected.”
Wario swatted his cohort on the shoulder with the back of his hand. “Didn't you show her the other stairs?”
“I didn't think of it,” Waluigi whined defensively.
When Wario's gaze returned to Peach, his face wore an oddly placating smile. “You're probably starving, huh? Pull up a cushion.” The pair of doppelgangers scooted apart a bit, offering the space between them.
Peach settled into it nervously. Wario wore boxers, an undershirt, and yellow socks. Waluigi wore nothing but indigo pajama pants.
“Beer?” Wario tilted a green bottle at her.
She didn't drink beer, but she didn't want to be rude. “Maybe in a bit,” she said softly.
Wario turned his attention back to the show as he stuffed half a slice of pizza into his face. They weren't using plates, so Peach didn't either. She took a small slice, folded it neatly in half, and nibbled at it daintily. She couldn't have focused on the show if she wanted to. The princess kept shooting sideways glances at the two men. Where was the first move going to come from? When was it going to come? She was almost on the verge of starting something herself just to get it finished, but she didn't know where to start.
“That diamond's gotta be a few carats,” Wario suddenly said. “What I wouldn't give to have that baby in my collection.”
“What diamond?” Waluigi asked.
“Wendy's ring.” Wario pointed at the screen.
Waluigi squinted at the screen. “She's wearing a ring?”
“Middle finger, right hand. Wait... see? Right there!”
“That?” Waluigi snorted. “That thing's not real.”
“What do you mean it's not real? Look at it.”
“She wears it karting. No one wears a four carat diamond to a kart race.”
“They do if they're drowning in gold like those brats. Or maybe she's got a fake duplicate, but I'm telling you that one is a real.”
“Whatever,” Waluigi conceded. He propped an elbow on the arm of the couch and, with a sigh, rested his head on his hand. Then he looked sideways at Peach.
The princess finished her pizza slice and reached for the beer. She sniffed it. There was a sour sort of smell to it, but not awful. She brought the bottle to her lips and allowed the smallest bit of the golden froth to trickle over her tongue. Her nose wrinkled. The taste reminded her of old, watery ginger ale.
“Not a beer drinker, huh?” Waluigi asked.
“I prefer fruitier things,” she said as she clasped the bottle between her knees.
Waluigi stroked his chin as he considered this. Then he picked up a napkin, twisted it into a long, thin shape, and soaked it in the bottle. Slim digits slipped between her thighs and coaxed her leg away from the other. The dripping paper disappeared under her robe.
“What're you...” Her eyes widened as the fingers found her intimate parts.
“Helping you relax.” Waluigi smirked as he stuffed the alcohol soaked napkin into her.
Peach squealed and her hands went to her crotch impulsively, but his hand blocked the way. “It stings,” she stammered. This wasn't the sort of thing she expected.
“A lot?” His voice was low. At some point he'd pulled her close with his other arm. His eyes held hers with laser focus as he fumbled with the knot on the robe.
“Only a little,” Peach admitted. She knew he would stop if she really complained, but she'd never been a good liar.
“Then humor me,” he said, still in that hypnotically low voice, “just long enough,” the knuckle of a slender digit brushed upwards along her inner lips, “to make you cum.”
The knuckled dug in. Peach moaned softly and her hands clenched in the fabric of her robe. The back of the finger rubbed her clit. She breathed harder, squirming and pulling at her trapped leg. Her thighs squeezed his knee, but she couldn't close them. Her muscles clenched around the beer-soaked wad inside of her, but that only elicited another moan. Two fingers stroked. Then his thumb traced firm circles. Then it was back to the stroking and rubbing again. The princess arched her back and turned her head, pressing her face against his bare shoulder. She let herself enjoy it, focusing hard on the physical sensations. She felt tingly after a while. Light. A little giddy, even.
Waluigi gradually coaxed her to turn sideways and put one foot up on the couch. Peach spread her legs wide, bucking her hips as the light touches pressed harder and harder. Her hand tightened into a white-knuckled grip on his knee as her back arched. The robe opened and tumbled off her shoulders. She bit her lip. Her hips bucked a few more times and her body trembled as her pussy juiced and sucked at the napkin. Then her grip went slack. The long digits fished the napkin out of her, squeezing vaginal fluid and beer from it as they did. A few slippery drops escaped down her slit. The burning subsided, but the warm buzz remained.
The cerulean eyes opened halfway and instantly met Wario's. He grinned and she realized his hand was in his pants. It was happening, then. She felt oddly calm about it. She was even sort of starting to have fun, as long as she didn't think too hard.
“You ever suck a dick, princess?” Wario asked.
Peach giggled awkwardly. “Once or twice... sort of...” As she watched Wario drop his shorts, she realized she'd never established any boundaries and they'd never specified their expectations. All they'd said was that they wanted her to fuck them and they wouldn't hurt her.
The fat doppelganger situated some pillows behind his back and leaned against the arm of the couch. “Show me what you can do.”
She left the robe pooled at the end of the couch. Sort of crouching on all fours, Peach took his cock in her hand and leaned forward. His hands brushed all of her hair to one side and one fist held it there. He didn't push or pull, though. Pink lips closed around the head of his erection, just under the ridge where it met the shaft. Carefully minding her teeth, Peach slid as much as she could into her mouth, and then drew back up. After repeating the motion a couple more times, she glanced up at him.
“Beautiful,” he grinned. “Keep doing it just like that.”
Peach closed her eyes and did as he said. Her tongue cradled the fleshy thing in her mouth. She found Wario's groans of approval surprisingly encouraging.
The couch shifted behind her and she felt familiar hands on her hips. They guided her rear into the air and pushed her thighs apart, so that one foot was on the floor. She glanced back. The sight of Waluigi suddenly naked with a fistful of his own erection startled her.
“It's okay,” the taller doppelganger cooed. “We're not gonna hurt yah.”
“Thing is, we couldn't decide who should go first...” Wario continued.
“There was only one compromise,” Waluigi finished.
His fingers probed her again. Peach had never realized how long they were before. She bit back a moan. “What do I do?”
“All the normal stuff,” Wario said.
“Just twice,” Waluigi grinned.
“If it hurts, you'll stop?” Peach asked carefully.
“Cross our hearts,” Wario said. Then his hand tugged lightly at her hair, and Peach put her face back between his legs.
Fingers parted her labia and a long tongue rubbed her pearl. It traced a slimy trail up and down her slit, and then jabbed abruptly into her as deep as it could go. Peach moaned around Wario's cock as Waluigi tongue-fucked her. The distraction kept disrupting her rhythm.
“Suck it, princess,” Wario moaned. “Suck it hard.”
His girth made it hard to form a good seal with her lips, but she did her best. Eventually the other man's tongue dragged itself out of her pussy and continued up her crack. Peach let out a muffled squeal as it circled her hole and retraced its path down. The long, slow licks from clit to anus and back left the area between her thighs glistening with a slick concoction of his saliva and her own fluids.
“Get that cock in deep, sweet little Peach,” Wario breathed. “I wanna see you take it all. Make it disappear.”
They'd stop if it hurt. Peach took a deep breath through her nose and pushed to the edge of her gag reflex. As one dick filled her mouth, another filled her snatch. She let out a strangled moan and heard Wario sigh with delight at the vibrations in her throat. Getting stuffed so thoroughly gave her a strange, kinky thrill. As she continued working her mouth on Wario's pole, she fell into a rhythm that caused each of Waluigi's thrusts to shove her face first into Wario's pubic mound. It was all rough, instinctual, purposeless lust. The blonde reached between her legs. The tiny bundle of nerves screamed for attention and she was all too happy to give it. She massaged it hard, back arching as she closed in on another orgasm. She braced a forearm against Wario's hip to keep from choking on his cock as she gasped.
Waluigi squeezed her ass with one hand and purred as her vaginal muscles rippled and twitched. His thrusts slowed and he placed the palm of his other hand at the base of her spine. Peach was about to refocus on finishing Wario before her jaw started hurting, but a startling sensation made her head snap up. She tried to look over her shoulder, but it had happened so quickly that Wario's grip on her hair stopped her. Waluigi snickered, but he didn't stop and he didn't move his hand.
“What are you doing back there?” Wario demanded, partially amused and partially annoyed.
“I put my thumb in her ass,” he grinned.
“Please don't...” Peach trailed off, reaching for his wrist.
“Does it hurt?” Waluigi raised a devious eyebrow.
“N- no, but...” The boundary pushing made Peach really nervous. How long before something else wound up in there? Something bigger?
“Peaches,” he crooned as he caressed her cheek with his free hand. “If it hurts, I'll stop, but you gotta trust me. Huh? It can also feel good...” He licked a finger and inserted it slowly, really letting her feel the length.
The princess bit her lip and groaned in spite of herself. It did feel sort of nice sliding in... “Okay... but only fingers.”
“Only fingers,” Waluigi agreed.
She relinquished the issue, returning her mouth and hands to Wario's lap. Waluigi only ever stopped fingering her long enough rim her some more. There came a point where she was almost sure he had to be using more than one digit, but he went so slow that it never felt uncomfortable enough to justify putting a stop to it. Finally she had to ask, “How... how many...?”
He grinned. “Three.”
Peach gaped at him.
He snickered again. “I told yah you'd like it.”
A blush rose on her fair cheeks. Wario eyed her for a moment, and then scooted away. “I wanna trade,” he said.
Waluigi obliged him without argument. As Peach sized up the new cock in front of her, her eyes widened slightly. He wasn't as thick as Wario, but the lanky length he was known for didn't stop at his arms and legs, apparently. When she caught sight of his face, she could practically see his ego glowing behind his wide, sharp smirk. She ran her tongue up the underside, tasting herself on him. At the same time, she felt the round swell of Wario's gut on her lower back. He rubbed the tip of his manhood between her lower lips, smearing her inner folds and clit with spit and precum. Then it pressed inside. She squeezed Waluigi's shaft and sucked in a sharp breath. With a soft moan and a flutter of lashes, she bent back to the task in hand.
Bracing herself against Wario's thrusts, she slathered the entire length of the member in saliva. Then she eased it into her mouth an inch at a time. Waluigi's palm cradled her throat as she worked the head past her gag reflex. Her eyes watered and her breath wheezed. She drew off, trailing a string of saliva. Her fist worked his erection as she swallowed hard, and then she tried again.
“You sexy little thing,” Waluigi breathed as his fingers stroked the distention in her esophagus. “I can feel it all the way down here.”
“Mnph...” Peach squirmed and squeezed her eyes shut. Wario fucked her fast. His thighs and belly slapped loudly against her hindquarters. He was a tight fit and she spread her legs wider to accommodate him, arching her back. Thick fingers dug into her hips. She'd never been fucked so rough before. A powerful urge to touch herself rose in her gut, but both of her hands were very much occupied. The princess moaned in frustration. Dividing her attention was getting overwhelming.
After several failed attempts to deep throat the lanky doppelganger completely, long fingers pulled on the back of her neck. The engorged flesh came loose from her throat with a slimy pop. Peach coughed and wiped her mouth with the back of her arm. Waluigi shifted down on the couch and cupped a breast in each hand.
“Use these,” he said. When Peach looked confused, he rolled his eyes. “Rub my cock between your peaches, Peaches.”
The idea that that was a thing surprised Peach, but if it was what he wanted she'd do it. Her throat appreciated the rest, anyway. She cupped her breasts and pressed them around his erection. When she relaxed into Wario's rhythm, she barely had to do anything at all. Waluigi caressed the side of her head, fingering her tangled, golden curls. Peach closed her eyes and leaned into the touch. She'd always loved the feeling of a hand on her cheek.
Wario's thrusts slowed and eventually stopped. His hands groped her rear, pinching and squeezing and pulling. He gave her a light swat and she yelped, but it was more from surprise than pain.
“Your ass always looked so good in those racing suits,” Wario's gravelly voice rumbled. “I used to follow you on purpose, so I could watch you all bent over on your bike.” Two calloused fingers rubbed at her dripping slit. “Used to fantasize about bending you over my bike.” A thumb penetrated her as the fingers kept rubbing. “Such a juicy peach...”
There it was. The attention her clit had been craving. The princess gasped, rocking her pelvis against his hand. “Oh, please don't stop,” she murmured. “I'm almost there, it feels good, I'm almost there...”
Fingers slid into her ass right as the first waves of pleasure contracted around the digit already inside her. She didn't know how many. All she knew was that she peaked and her muscles tried to clench, but they couldn't, and it only made her peak harder. Peach was as wet as she'd ever been. The valley between her thighs ran like a river as the exploring fingers painted her with her fluids. They probed in and out of both holes. Two, then one, then two again, then three, and maybe... Was that four? The intrusion felt huge, but so had two fingers at first. “...how many...?”
“Only three,” Wario said. She could hear the smirk in his voice. “I have big fingers.”
Peach returned her attention to Waluigi's lap, but she really couldn't concentrate this time. It didn't feel like three fingers. Fingers formed a cone that stretched her gradually as they entered and let her relax as they withdrew. The intrusion pistoning slowly in and out of her felt too hard. Too long. It stretched her tightly and filled her deeply. “Don't lie, I know that's your dick...”
The two men laughed. “How do you know what a dick feels like?” Waluigi teased.
“I don't,” Peach blushed.
“You do now,” Wario grinned.
“While we're doing firsts, maybe we should make it really special,” Waluigi smirked. “You made a real pretty face when you were taking all those fingers, Peaches.”
He grabbed her breasts and encouraged her to crawl up his body. Wario followed, still buried deep. Peach wasn't stupid. She didn't need to be sexually experienced to follow Waluigi's insinuation. She thought about protesting, but there was no point. They were locked in on the 'not hurting' loophole. “Will it fit?” Stuffed up the backside, she already felt pretty close to her limit.
“Trust me, you got plenty of room.” He situated himself between her and Wario's legs.
Wario braced himself against the arm of the couch to keep his weight off them, but Peach still felt impossibly squeezed between the men. Waluigi held her hips and directed her into position. Her hands balled into fists as he sheathed himself. Things inside her shifted. The members displaced each other, one pressed forward, one pressed back, with the thin walls of tissue sandwiched in between, just like the princess. “Oh... oh, dear, that feels weird...” Peach closed her eyes and placed her palm on her pelvis. She thought she could feel the bump in her abdomen, but that might have been her imagination.
A massive arm reached across her chest and a heavy hand engulfed her tit. It hugged her to the sweaty, hairy body behind her. “You're allowed to like it.” Wario's breath was hot on her ear. “No judgment here, Peachy. Just good, fun times.”
There was something sort of sexy about being packed with cock. When she ground down hard enough, she felt Waluigi's rub against something deep and sensitive. Something that made her tighten. And the tightening felt so consumingly good... She rocked her hips, angling her pelvis to give the bundle of nerves at the top of her slit the pressure and friction it loved so much. Soon she recognized the wet heat of another orgasm coming on. “Oh... oh, that is good, it really is,” Peach gasped incoherently. Endorphins, dopamine, hormones, it didn't matter where she was when she closed her eyes.
It was longer and sharper this time. Several half-finished, super-intense waves rather than a couple slow, rolling ones. Her body half trying to push Wario out, half trying to pull him in... She sagged against the arm around her and let out a low, contented wale. The intensity ebbed and she almost relaxed. Then Waluigi strummed at her clit with his thumb. She tossed her head back, arching her neck across Wario's shoulder. Her hips tried to buck, but they couldn't move properly. “Oh, please, it's too much...”
“Ride it out, Peaches. I love it when you hug my cock,” Waluigi leered.
The thumb pressed harder. Peach tried to double over and pull away, but Wario kept her arched back and exposed. Sweat glistened on her skin as her muscles squeezed and pulled at the fleshy invaders again. “Oh, no... ah... ah! Oh, please don't stop...” Her voice quivered like her loins. Behind her, Wario started thrusting again. He wasn't being sneaky or careful this time. They were forceful, penetrating thrusts that ground her against the thumb twiddling her slit. It didn't hurt, though. Nothing hurt. It felt good. She had two dicks screwing both her holes and it actually felt good.
Waluigi's hands held her hips in place. Wario leaned forward and really used his weight to grind her pelvis against Waluigi's. She buried her face in the slender neck. The thin chest heaved under hers as he gasped and growled in her ear.
“You like that don'tcha, princess,” Wario panted smugly.
“Yes, Wario...” Peach moaned.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. “Tell me how much you like my cock in your ass.”
“I love it, Wario. I... ah... I like it when... oh, no... oh, yes...” Her thoughts wouldn't string together properly.
“I'm gonna fill your ass with cum, princess,” Wario hissed. “You want an assload of cum? Huh?”
“Yes, Wario, yes, please, fill me with cum!” She parroted obediently. It was easier than trying to think. She didn't want to think. She just wanted to feel.
He released her hair and grabbed her shoulder. His teeth clenched. His breath hissed. Raspy grunts punctuated his last few thrusts, and then Peach felt a liquid warmth flood her bowels. He stayed in her, though, coming down slowly. The man under her pumped faster as Wario's weight shifted back. Her breasts jiggled. Her little cries rose and shook with each jolt. Waluigi arched his back and closed his eyes. His fingers dug into her hips. He panted as he pressed into her hard, forcing his entire length as deep as it would go. The same liquid warmth painted her cervix.
Wario slid out first, with an agonizing slowness that made Peach hold her breath. In the fading aftermath of hormones and alcohol her cheeks burned with embarrassment as the ring of muscle released him with a loose pop. She hid her face in Waluigi's chest, clenched, and willed herself to adjust to the sudden, slack emptiness. Nimble fingers brushed through her hair.
“You wanna cuddle, princess?” Waluigi teased.
She looked up at him and had a panicky moment where she thought she might burst into tears again. The day had been a whirlwind of sharp emotions. With the distraction out of the way, she could almost feel the heavy turning in her thoughts.
Waluigi cocked his head. “How about I show you where you can sleep, huh?”
The blonde hid behind a curtain of her bedraggled hair. She scooted backwards along the couch until her hand found the rumpled robe. She couldn't look either of them in the eye. Especially not Wario. “Yes. I'm... really tired. Exhausted...” The princess wrapped the robe around her shoulders. “Just tell me where to go, I'm sure I can find it.”
“No, no...” There was a pause and then she felt a hand at the small of her back. The long, narrow feet next to hers protruded from the purple-blue folds of baggy pajama cuffs. “It'll be faster if I show you.”
Peach chewed her lip, but she let Waluigi lead her into a different hallway than the one she'd come from. She cast curtained glances side to side as they went. If she hadn't seen the rest of the weirdness—the the indoor rooms designed to appear like outdoor rooms—this more homey part might have fooled her into believing she was in a simple house.
“Remember where the kitchen is.” Waluigi stopped and made sure she looked. “It's an important room.”
The princess stopped and obediently turned her head, but her mind was full of other things. She didn't intend to stay long enough to need to remember where things were. At least, she hadn't planned on it. Now that she really thought it over she had no idea where to go next. Bowser or Boo might find her and then everything she'd done would be for naught. They might even discover how she'd escaped. They probably already knew. “I'm sorry...” Her voice cracked.
“For what?” Waluigi asked.
But she was already sobbing like a baby again. Mario's last expression haunted her. The heart-wrenching combination of defeat, sorrow, and fear was burned into her brain. The silent plea to forgive him for messing up so badly. She'd wanted to scream that it was okay—that she loved him and she didn't need to forgive him because it wasn't his fault. Now, with the doppelgangers' semen trickling toward her knees, she hoped he could forgive her.
The tall man shook his head and clicked his tongue. “You really shouldn't be running around like this, Peaches. Not on your own.”
“I'm terrible. Wario was right. Mario died because of me. Look what I did to him! I'm terrible...”
“You're not terrible,” he said dismissively. When Peach refused to look at him, he caught her chin and made her look. “Hey. Listen. You're not terrible. You never would've done it if Mario was alive. You woudn't've needed to do it if Mario was alive.”
She shook her head. “Wario said I'm going to get both of you killed, too...”
“Psh, Wario...” He flicked a hand over his shoulder in a dismissive gesture. “Wario's lazier than a sack of turnips. That's all. We always land on our feet somehow. Hell, if we're in any danger here, it's definitely not because of Bowser. So stop worrying your pretty little head.”
The princess wiped her face on her sleeve as they started walking again. “You keep saying that, but what does it mean? Where are we?”
Waluigi eyed her sideways. “Well, if it'll keep you from bawling all night, I guess I could show you...”
She followed him to some stairs that led to a basement. Much like the garage, aside from its expansiveness the basement didn't look unusual. He wove around the piles of boxes, papers, and abandoned inventions until they reached a service elevator in a secluded corner. The door glided open at the first touch of the button. He gestured her inside with a spidery bow and a sweep of his arm. Peach scanned the elevator curiously as she entered, but was surprised by her lack of fear.
Six unlabled buttons adorned the wall next to the door. For a moment Peach marveled at the thought that this place might have six levels. Then Waluigi glided into her line of sight. His narrow body obstructed her view as his fingers danced across the pad. They were all lit up when he stepped away. The door rumbled shut and the elevator lurched into a long decent. Peach glanced above the door, but there was no floor indicator. Before she could open her mouth, Waluigi spoke up.
“Patience. It'll only take a minute.”
Peach crossed her arms and stared at the buttons. All six remained alight and they still hadn't stopped. After an uncomfortable eternity the elevator touched ground. The lights blinked out all at once and the door slid open. The blonde stepped out first, taking in the short hallway in which she found herself. There wasn't anything to see but a door. A metallic door sealed with every variety of combination lock she could imagine. Sliders, spinners, buttons, dials... And of course, spray painted in large letters, 'Warning: Keep Out.'
If she'd been calm at the top of the elevator, she felt insanely nervous now. In a flash of paranoia she imagined herself turning just in time to watch the elevator doors snap shut on Waluigi's evil grin. Then she'd be trapped in this little hallway. Trapped with that door and whatever waited beyond it.
A hand grabbed her shoulder and she yelped.
“Take a minute,” Waluigi said. “I used to get shaky, too, but they really can't hurt you.”
“They?” She asked.
He brushed past her and set to work pressing buttons and spinning dials. “This is so much easier with Wario.” Waluigi grabbed the handle and strained until sweat beaded on his brow. The door budged slowly as he shuffled backwards. Offering to help never crossed Peach's mind. Waluigi's presence reassured her somewhat, but she still didn't want to touch the thing.
Harsh, white lights snapped on in the other room. Waluigi paused in the half-open door and beckoned her to follow. Peach wasn't sure what she'd expected, but it wasn't a museum. There were four display cases. Each contained curious artifacts. Five brightly colored music boxes. A collection of four kabuki masks hung on four sides of a central pillar. A coal black egg plant. A massive gem that shifted between black and purple depending on how she tilted her head. The unease she'd been experiencing seemed to emanate from each of these items. She looked to her tour guide and waited for an explanation.
“Each one of these treasures contains an evil spirit,” Waluigi explained. “Some more dangerous than others, but all powerful in their own ways.”
“What?” Peach's eyebrows went up, and then lowered. “Are you teasing me?”
“I'm serious,” Waluigi insisted. He pointed at each object as he explained. “The Golden Diva turned a magical princess into a cat and stole all her jewelry. The only reason she hasn't been more trouble is because she's got the same tunnel vision for treasure that Wario's got. Rudy the Clown almost took over his world twice by turning all of the music box people into monsters. The Black Jewel feeds off greed and ill wishes then uses the power to call up armies of monsters that do its bidding. Also almost destroyed the world twice. Wario really needs to learn to look before he grabs...”
“I see...” Peach's gaze wandered to the last display case. “What about the vegetable?”
“That one's mine,” Waluigi grinned. “Psycho Iris. Also almost destroyed the world twice. Possessed me and tried to use my body during the second attempt, but I turned his powers against him. Sneaky cunt. Teach you to underestimate Waluigi...” His grin faded and he rubbed his upper arm. “An- anyway... We shouldn't use them, but we could, as a last resort.”
“You mean...” Peach shook her head and rubbed her temples. “You two are sitting on a pile of doomsday devices? How secure are these cases?”
Waluigi knocked on the one containing the masks. “Quite safe. Have been for years.”
“And you've saved all these worlds from all these things?” Peach couldn't believe it. The doppelgangers had only ever been a thorn in Mario and Luigi's sides as far as she knew. Minor mischief, nothing awful, but annoyances and delinquents at least.
Waluigi shrugged.
“Why didn't you ever help Mario?”
“He never asked. Besides, it's a lot of work. If...” He rubbed the side of his face and looked away. “If I'm going to be completely honest, and I guess I may as well, I still have nightmares about Psycho Iris. Being trapped in your own skin is a special kind of hell. Watching your body do things you're not telling it to do is another level.” He looked around the room. “Wario's more resilient than I am. Mario, too. I guess that's why I only did it once.” The angular eyes cast a sheepish look in her direction and darted away. “But... yeah... Bowser tries to storm this castle, he's not walking out.”
For a moment the towering man seemed really small and vulnerable. In the glaring light, she could almost see his ribs and spine. She patted his shoulder. “It's okay. As far as I'm concerned, you did it twice.”
He wore an expression of surprise for a moment, and then rolled his eyes. “Don't get all mushy on me, Peaches. I'm just saying...”
“I know.” She gave him a tiny smile. “I'm grateful, that's all. You two helped me, even though you didn't want to. I want you to know that I do appreciate it. I'm struggling with my loss, and... It's hard to feel anything else sometimes.”
Waluigi cupped her cheek again. “You really shouldn't be alone.”
“Can I stay?” Peach asked carefully.
“If you want.” He stroked her hair and studied her wistfully. “Damn. I guess there was one more thing I wanted. But we're past that, right? It's too late.”
The princess leaned into his hand. His hands really did feel good. “It depends. What did you want?”
A thumb traced across her lips. “Just a kiss...”
“Oh!” Peach blushed. “I- I guess that's okay.”
Grinning, Waluigi held her head between is palms, tilted his head, and leaned forward. She'd expected something open-mouthed and sloppy. Something that involved that long, devilish tongue slithering between her lips. The kiss was long, but soft, almost delicate. When he straightened to his full height once more, he whisked a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Let's put you to bed,” he smiled.
He guided her out with a hand on her arm. Peach felt unexpectedly warm about the whole thing. She chalked it up to exhaustion.
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