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The Price of Heroism	By : anacsadder Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 5473 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Mario franchise, especially not these characters. I'm not making any money from writing this.

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A/n: The set up for this wound up being really long. If anyone wants to skip ahead, the sex is going to be in chapter three. The length just means I need to proofread and post this in small chunks (probably gonna miss typos anyway, sigh...)
Peach sat in her cell, absolutely and utterly distraught in her billowy green and gold gown. Her feet ached. She didn't know how long she'd stood by Bowser's throne while the rest of the Koopas whooped and hollered and danced and jeered. The Koopa king had finally allowed the guards to retire her to the tallest tower in his castle when the catatonic trophy had begun to sway and grow faint. The guards had left her with a little food and a little water before returning to the party unfolding downstairs.
Her heart settled like a rock in her chest, heavier than the golden, jewel encrusted collar than held her head and neck in a rigid posture of artificial dignity. She felt exhausted, but didn't dare close her eyes for fear of the horrible scene that seemed emblazoned on the backs of her lids--the painting of Mario and Luigi smoldering and darkening as the boos lowered it into the massive bonfire. King Boo's cackle echoed in her head and she covered her ears.
Maybe they weren't dead. Peach hoped they weren't, and she doubted she would ever stop hoping. It didn't matter too much, though. If they were alive, they were permanently stuck in some dark, empty plane of nothing without any means of escape. In the end, all she could do was hope that they hadn't felt the flames that had consumed their canvas prison.
“See? Nothing. Can we go back downstairs now?” A familiar voice whined in the hallway.
Peach's red, watery eyes tracked across the room and landed on the door.
“There has to be something worth taking in this stupid castle,” a deeper but no less familiar voice responded.
“Yeah. And it's all downstairs. In the treasury. Surrounded by guards.”
“No one's makin you follow me, bean pole. You wanna be such a baby about it, you go back. I didn't get where I am today by giving up all the time. All these rooms, there's gotta be some frooffy guest room or something that someone forgot about.”
The voices went silent has the door knob rattled. Peach still didn't move. She didn't know if she could. She was so tired and the dress was so heavy. A couple of alarmingly heavy thuds rattled the thick door, but the lock held firm.
A defeated voice grumbled, “Walu...?”
“Oh, now you need me,” the nasally voice sniped back.
“Shut up and see if you can do anything about this lock.”
Peach heard some scratching and more rattling. Several smaller thuds later the door popped opened. Wario waddled into the room, spotting the princess quickly. A broad grin replaced his scowl.
“That's the stuff.” He was practically drooling as he approached.
She pressed back against the wall. With Waluigi filling the door there wasn't anywhere to go. Wario reached for her and brushed her hair behind her shoulder. He leaned in so close that she felt his breath on her neck and his belly against hers.
“Emeralds. Garnets. Is that a diamond? Bet if I popped that baby out, it would be a few days before they noticed.” Wario examined the collar as though the young woman wearing it didn't exist at all.
“Not if she tattles,” Waluigi said. He made sure the door wouldn't lock behind them and then closed it.
The fat doppleganger stepped back and studied Peach's face. “I doubt she's gonna be saying much to anyone anymore. She hasn't made a sound all night.”
“W-were... were you th-there?” Peach asked in a tiny, shaky voice.
The two doppelgangers exchanged a look.
“When they- they- Were you there?” Peach repeated, glancing between them. She needed someone else to care as much as she did. Wario frowned as his eyes flicked between her face and the gaudy piece of jewelry at her throat. Waluigi frowned and eyed the door sideways.
“Wario, we should go...” Waluigi said in a low voice without looking at either of them.
Wario gazed at the necklace again, like a starving man sizing up a feast.
“Wario,” Waluigi repeated, more assertively.
“We're never going to get a better chance than this,” Wario insisted. “Half the guards are passed out downstairs and the others are halfway to shitsville. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity!”
“What're you even gonna pry them out with?”
Grubby fingers stroked the cleft chin. “Gimme your tools,” Wario finally said.
“No way! These are precision instruments. I'm not gonna let you mangle them.”
Wario crossed his arms and huffed. “Fine. What if you take the whole thing off her neck?”
“Oh, yeah, they'll never notice that.” Waluigi rolled his eyes.
“Can you do that?” Peach asked quietly.
Air puffed derisively from the beaky nose as Waluigi tilted his chin at a haughty angle. “I can unlock anything.”
“You can take it. I won't tell anyone. I only want it off...” Peach said.
“Watch the door,” Waluigi sighed as he squatted behind her. “Too small for the bump key... Simplistically antique...” he muttered as he produced an array of lock picks from inside the front of his overalls. “Hold still,” he said louder, so that Peach knew the command was meant for her.
Once more, as with Wario, she felt him breathing down the back of her neck as he worked. The blonde bit her lip as she tried not to squirm. Or sob. She couldn't stop thinking about Mario and Luigi. The doppelgangers didn't even care. They weren't happy like the Koopas, and that was something at least, but... The collar suddenly loosened and dropped into her lap.
“Yes,” Wario hissed greedily as he snatched it. He held it up to the light, marveling over the sparkles.
“Thank you,” Peach mumbled as she rubbed her throat.
“Dunno what you're thanking me for,” Waluigi said as he put his tools away. “They're just gonna have you in another one tomorrow.”
The princess fell silent as they started toward the door. They'd gotten what they wanted and they were going to leave her here. Of course they didn't want thanks. They didn't even want to help, really. Then again... “Wait!” She said suddenly.
They turned it unison, but it was Wario that said, “What?”
Peach scrambled to her feet. “You said the guards are all busy, right?”
“Most of 'em,” Wario shrugged.
“Could you maybe leave the door unlocked? Please?” Peach asked. “I mean, it's hardly any extra trouble for you, right?”
They exchanged another look and then Wario spoke. “Most of the guards are asleep, but that doesn't mean you'll ever get down and out without calling attention to yourself.”
“How did you get up here?” Peach persisted.
“The only reason we got up here is because no one cares where we go.” Wario walked over to Peach and put his hands on her shoulders. “It's like this, Peachy. Mario and Luigi are dead because they made themselves a problem for Bowser, right?”
Her heart jumped and her eyes stung, but she forced herself to nod.
“Bowser and Boo and all their cronies think we're nothing but a couple of mildly annoying chuckle-heads. We like it that way. If they knew that we could go traipsing all over castles rescuing princesses, we would've been burning in the courtyard, too.”
A tear ran down the side of her face.
“Don't start that. It's nothing personal, Peachy. If it wasn't so complicated, I'd gladly take you with us. As it is, we gotta run.” He patted her cheek. “Chin up, though. I'm sure I'll see you around.” Again, he started to join the taller man at the door. Waluigi was looking increasingly impatient with the whole affair.
Peach wouldn't be brushed off so easily, though. “Please! There must be something I can offer to make the risk worth it.”
“Unless Mushroom Kingdom had a secret treasury hidden somewhere, I doubt-” Wario stopped when his cohort elbowed his shoulder. A frown creased the round face as Waluigi bent to whisper in his ear. Then his eyebrows went up. Then he pursed his lips thoughtfully. When Waluigi finally straightened up, he nodded slowly. “Interesting idea... not impossible...”
They both eyed her. She suddenly felt very nervous. “What?”
“Technically, if we tried, we could get you out of here with relatively minimal risk,” Waluigi smirked and then held up a finger. “Under one nonnegotiable condition.”
“Tell me,” Peach demanded.
“We want to fuck you,” Wario said.
The blunt casualness struck her speechless. “W- what? I... What?”
“We can get you out of the tower, but the first thing you have to do is come back to our house and fuck us. After that,” he gestured vaguely with his hands, “you can do whatever you want.”
Waluigi narrowed his eyes at her. “And don't say 'what' again or the deal's off. Time is short and we want an answer. Yes or no?”
“You're serious...” Peach gaped at them. She wasn't sure how to process this. Mario had been her first and only, but she couldn't think about him right now. If she did, she'd start crying again. If she started crying, she'd never be able to think straight.
“Yes or no?” Wario repeated firmly.
There wasn't really any way to win in this situation. Either she remained Bowser's captive until he decided to take what he wanted, or she could give it up relatively willingly for something that she wanted. “You're not going to hurt me, are you?” She asked carefully.
“Of course not,” Waluigi scoffed.
“We're not monsters,” Wario added.
“Just a little opportunistic,” Waluigi grinned.
“If... you can free me, then I guess I'd... I mean... I would...” She bit her lip. It was too hard to say. “I always uphold my end of a bargain...”
“Close enough.” Waluigi moved toward the barred window. Twisting and contorting, he managed to stuff himself between the bars and crouched on the ledge outside. He spent a few minutes examining the perimeter of the window. “Bolt cutters?”
Wario fished some hand-sized bolt cutters out of his overalls and passed them through the bars. They were like a pair of thieving magicians. For once, that made Peach happy. She watched Waluigi remove the bolts from the base of the bars and ooze back into the room. Once he was out of the way, Wario grabbed the bars, braced his feet against the wall, and yanked. He grunted and strained until he turned red, but the bars were moving. He bent them slowly inward and upward, until there was an opening large enough for Peach and her dress to squeeze out.
“How long is the rope?” Wario panted as he peered over the edge.
“It better be long enough. There's no going back now,” Waluigi said.
“I'll be right back,” Wario said. “If it takes longer than thirty minutes...”
“Yeah, yeah... Go on.” Waluigi made a shooing gesture. The stocky man closed the door behind him.
“Are we really climbing down the outside?” Peach asked with wide eyes.
“Why, you scared of heights or something?” Waluigi's eyebrow arched.
“There's a lava pit down there,” she protested.
“Sure is,” he grinned. “They'd never expect anyone to try escaping that way.”
Peach took a breath and hugged herself. If that was really the best way down, so be it, but she didn't much like the idea. A thin finger hooked under her chin and lifted her head.
“I'm going down, too. Trust me, we'll be fine.”
He certainly wouldn't take any unnecessary risks with his own life. She could count on that. “Okay.”
He grinned and stroked her cheek with the backs of two fingers. “And after we go down this wall, I'm gonna go down on you.”
Waluigi returned to wait by the window. Peach blushed and tried to find anything else to look at. If they followed through with their side of the deal, she had every intention of following through with hers. That didn't change how nervous the idea made her, though. It was easiest not to think about it until she needed to think about it.
Twenty minutes later, she heard a distorted beep and Wario's voice in Waluigi's pocket. “Exactly how good are your catching skills? Over.”
Waluigi pulled a small walkie talkie out of his pocket and sighed, “Why, what's wrong? Over.”
“One of these ropes definitely isn't gonna be long enough. You might get, uh, more than half way down, but I do have more than one shot, so... Just be ready to stop at the bottom and catch. Over.”
“Well that changes things,” Waluigi muttered. He looked at Peach. Without saying anything, he walked over, grabbed her armpits, and hoisted her into the air. She let out a surprised squeal. “How much do you weigh?”
“Maybe one thirty, but with the dress...”
A grappling hook whizzed through the window and landed on the floor. The rope trailed limply over the window ledge. Waluigi picked up the hook and secured it to the bent, mangled bars. Then he reeled in the rope and tied two loops at the bottom, about six feet apart. “When you're on my back, I want you to put your arms under mine, and then grab opposite shoulders. Like you're making an x on my chest. Got it? I don't need you panicking and choking me.”
“I think understand,” Peach said in her typically soft voice. He tossed the loops out the window, knelt on one knee, and looked over his shoulder expectantly. The princess climbed on his back. Hugging him seemed weird at first, but they would be doing a lot more than hugging later, wouldn't they. Her legs tightened around his waist, and then she was as ready as she'd ever be.
He wrapped the rope once around each hand and climbed out on the ledge again. Most of the castle was dark, now, except for the hellish gleam of the lava pit below them. She figured Wario had to be somewhere down there, too, just outside of the orange aura, but she was too high up to see in the dark. Her eyes squeezed shut as Waluigi turned around and stepped off the sill. Cold air rushed past her cheeks as he repelled down the stone wall. Cold air that got warmer and warmer as they neared the bottom.
They stopped and she found herself pressed between his back and the castle wall. He had one foot in the lower loop and an elbow hooked through the upper loop. Peach could see the bubbles in the lava from here. She whimpered and tightened her grip on his chest and shoulders.
He fished out the walkie talkie. “In position. Over.”
“Yeah, I see you,” Wario's voice crackled. “Watch your right. Over.”
A moment or two later, another projectile whizzed out of the darkness. The rope lurched as Waluigi stuck out a foot to hook it. Peach slipped a little and screamed. Long fingers encircled one of her wrists and guided her hand to the handhold he'd tied. Once he was sure she had a grip, he ducked out of her arms to fidget with the two ropes. Peach closed her eyes again. Her hands throbbed, but the adrenaline kept the exhaustion at bay. Then a long arm wrapped around her waist and the rope sandwiched between them pulled away from the wall at an angle.
“Stay focused, Peaches. You're gonna have to work with me on this part.”
“My hands hurt,” she said.
“We're almost there. Just slide down slow. Hand over hand.”
They descended the rest of the way like a couple of koalas. Wario waited at the bottom, digging his heals into the grass and leaning backwards to keep the rope tight. Waluigi landed on his butt in the dirt with a soft 'oof.' A second later, the princess landed in his lap. She finally opened her eyes and gazed back the way they had come. It looked impossibly high from this vantage point. The idea that they had been up there mere moments ago made her dizzy.
Wario let his end of the rope swing into the lava pit as Waluigi hurried the princess to her feet. Then they both hustled her to the car at the edge of the woods, well out of the fiery glow that surrounded the Koopa's castle. Wario practically stuffed her through the door as he said, “Get on the floor. Stay low.”
The pair of doppelgangers hopped into the front seat and the engine purred. “You really think this thing can drive off road?” Waluigi asked skeptically.
“It'll have to,” Wario answered simply.
Peach snuggled into the foot well as best she could. The voluminous gown provided a lot of padding, at least. At first the car's cleanliness surprised her, but maybe it shouldn't have. Wario was a slob, but he could be very particular about his possessions. She yawned and folded an arm under her head. As the excitement ebbed, the slight rumble of the engine lulled her to sleep.
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