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(written in '09)
Herher, criticism of the Mario series. Er, there is. Trust me on that one.
Relevance: this is sort of a reference to the Great BMX race episode of the Super Mario Bros. Super Show cartoon; the bit where she is trapped within Cobrat there inspired this to some extent.
Originally Mr. Guy had been a koopa but… a shy guy fit so much better, so I changed it.
Of relevance is that this takes place within Forest Maze of Super Mario RPG fame; Shy Guy had no reason to say that that’s where they were, and he certainly had no idea that the princess was vacationing in Rose Town (thus why the kidnapping was so easy). Oh lost details, I miss you. But I didn't include it anywhere so it's a moot subject.
Is that it? Probably. Other than that it’s a dirty little fanfic (eugh). Oh well. Sequel? Had one planned, never got to it. Don't suspect I will. Had something to do with Daisy torturing Peach in Bowser's dungeons.
Enjoy.
Princess in Peril (Boo/f feet)
A light breeze blew on this particularly warm yet non-descript sunny day. It was sunny, despite the occasional white – though sometimes gray – puffy cloud obscuring that jerk of a tacky yellow orb, making the green landscape temporary shadow when it happened. Through the canopy of thick leaves above, desperate rays of light struggled their way toward the ground, grasping at the over grown blades that dueled with each other, spurred on by each passing wind’s whims These are the kind of days typical to the Mushroom Kingdom; it truly was just another day, complete with a kidnapping of Princess Toadstool Peach.
Mr. Guy – a ShyGuy – did not truly understand why Bowser even bothered since Mario always foiled his plans, but their actions were not based upon his decisions. He was merely a soldier and was ordered to kidnap her, and as always he followed through. Actually, it had been particularly easy this time around, almost too easy considering how often the situation occurred. Well, it didn’t matter much; she lay there before him, coiled tightly in Cobrat’s grasp as he slept soundly; a spider lazily drifted down from one of the many branches; the arachnid caught Mr. Guy’s attention briefly as it dangled, swaying in the wind until its thread broke, hurtling the spider some unknown distance beyond the pink python’s shining scales.
Every now and then his companion and fellow conspirator in this mission, Boo, was present; not that his presence altered things; he never spoke and wouldn’t even show himself if you looked at him; might as well not be there, for as much as it mattered to Mr. Guy. But these were trivial things; they had captured the Princess and arrived at the meeting grounds to wait for Bowser. He certainly was late, though; perhaps he had a run in with Mario, or even that other one.
The princess had been struggling in and against her bondage for quite some time, though made little headway; short of wiggling her tiny feet a little within the puffed yet crushed hem of her bright pink dress that sought to bury her equally pink shoes, she made no progress. Out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Guy had noticed Boo become fixated with their prey, but paid little heed to it; Boo was a strange one, after all.
Regardless of how long she had been trapped the Princess continued in her vain attempts to free herself, her dainty feet in those obnoxiously bright pink heels pointing and flexing as a result of her struggles. It happened that – as Mr. Guy noticed – one of her heels became loose due to her constant movements, dangling this way and that as she tried to escape; at first only more of her ankle became revealed, but soon her heel was exposed and before long most of her naked foot hung in the damp air as the poor pink shoe clung onto the edges of her toes, desperately fighting to remain on her foot. At some point, the struggle to escape had become one of remaining bound by her pink heel – well, to keep her shoe on her foot, anyway – as she tried to pull it back on by flexing her foot, wrinkling that perfect sole of hers in the process while that shoe danced about wildly. At long last, the Cobrat sighed heavily, relieving itself of much air, throwing the Princess off balance and relieving her of her footwear in the process. It fell, hitting the ground with a light tap before rolling some inches out of the Princess’ reach, though despite this she sought for it with her now bare foot.
For some seconds, she continued to reach out with her naked foot, seeking with her waving sole and flailing toes what she could not see. Her foot arched, and her long, curved toes spread as she sought the fallen garment, until at last the Princess discovered is location with an extension of her second toe – her longest – all while forming perplexing creases and wrinkles upon the bottom of her foot. As Mr. Guy casually watched her attempt to regain that pink heel, he noted that Boo’s full attention now fell upon the Princess, as even a direct stare from Mr. Guy failed to phase the ghost out of sight. Just as it seemed she might grip that shoe between her toes, Cobrat heaved and rolled several feet, so that the Princess now lay upon her stomach with an impossible distance separating herself from her former shoe. The sudden roll seemed to loosen her remaining heel ever so slightly, so that a tiny amount of rounded flesh of that sole became visible. The pink spike dangled dangerously, threatening to abandon the princess at any moment should her focus waver even the slightest of moments. Suddenly, Boo materialized over top of the princess, hovering just above her ankles; Mr. Guy looked about to confirm that Boo had indeed teleported, though there was little motivation to do so save to use the time in order to stave off his surprise over Boo’s action.
The events that followed progressed lazily, heightening their effect upon Mr. Guy. As if in a trance, Boo slowly wafted closer towards that unsuspecting succubus’ naked sole, his virulently pink tongue dangling in the air, saliva oozing down it like that of a starved dog’s. Just as he hovered perhaps an inch above, a large drop of saliva fell, splattering directly below the Princess’ heel, marring her clean perfection with a river of succulent poison as the drop tread hastily towards her toes, finally coming to rest between her two smallest toes. From then on, events sped by; the Princess’s gasp of surprise was immediately drowned out by a chipmunk like squeak from behind that mass of red hair; an eep that punctured the surrounding glade followed as Boo’s tongue hungrily slid across that small surface’s entirety, from heel to toe tips. Reacting in surprise, both feet pointed away, her toes spreading wide apart, forcing the remaining shoe to retreat, allowing Boo’s devastating tongue to attack both feet at once. By the time the shoe had landed, Boo had already left a glistening trail over the now free foot that wiggled about in protest against his wide tongue, ushering in a second, less surprised eep that managed to resound louder than the first.
Mr. Guy – embarrassed as he was by his partners brazen lack of professionalism – glimpsed the Princess flailing her head about as she tried to assess the situation, yet only managed to cover her face with her bushy mane. It appeared that she could not see Boo from her position, but all the same sought harder than before to free herself from Cobrat’s inescapable vice. Held as she was, her feet could do little against the masterful strikes and lashes that Boo’s tongue forced rained upon the tiny peach things, forcing them to spasm and wiggle about as they attempted to flee their insatiable predator. Giggles – light, fluffy things, like the happy white clouds above – floated from her in a radiant and pleasant way; as soon as they had begun, Mr. Guy – embarrassed as he was by the notion – desired to hear more and still more of her playful sounding laughter. Despite the tortured nature of their sound, Mr. Guy found it akin to the forging of a spear, crying out against each strike with a loud metallic ring as it is made to take the shape of some blacksmiths imagination. The princess’ laughter sounded so pleasant and jolly that Mr. Guy could almost believe the Princess to be casually enjoying the events that ensued, despite – or perhaps because of – her inability to escape. But after the seventh or so lick, this illusion was dispelled by the Princess shrieking between giggles. “Please! No more! That tickles!” But she soon fell into an inevitable blizzard of giggles, from which she seemed unable to locate her way out of. Although Mr. Guy wanted to join in with Boo in the act of forcing a smile and laugh onto the princess’ precarious predicament, he simply was too shy, and instead found himself enjoying the show in secret. But then he thought after what seemed a long time, during which Boo’s appetite seemed to grow more ravenous at the expense of the princess’s dainty, ticklish feet – now painted a deep, illustrous vanilla by Boo’s tongue -- what would Bowser King Koopa think – or do – if he saw this scene?
To Mr. Guy’s behest, the answer greeted them. From behind an especially dense amount of foliage, Bowser emerged, flames igniting the air in front of his snout as he took in the scene the un-phased Boo created. For a few moments, he watched Boo torment her, a slight smile appearing on that fanged mouth, before he spoke. “You’ve done well.” He snorted, guffawing evilly. Both Boo and Cobrat jumped at those words, the snake saluting their lord with its tail as it shot up, allowing the princess to fall into a crumpled mess, seemingly too tired to make any attempt of an escape; Boo saluted with his incorporeal arm while Mr. Guy moved in and followed suit. “I think I like her this way,” growled Bowser, simply yet regally, before swooping forward and throwing the princess over his shoulder in one clean movement, eliciting a single cry of “Mario! Help!” from the princess that was quickly drowned out by her laughter as King Koopa swiftly struck at her right foot, causing the Princess to kick and flail vainly against their proudly despicable boss’s grip.
When Mr. Guy moved towards the Princesses heels to pick them up, Bowser waved a heavily clawed hand, informing him that those would not be necessary. As the group marched through the woodlands towards Bowser King Koopa’s Neon Fortress, Mr. Guy listened pleasantly as more chaotic and robust yelps and laughter left the princesses soft lips while Bowser poked and prodded at her flailing bare feet with his claws, discovering more and more of these sensitive and mysterious susceptible centers of laughter that they discovered that day. Later, a device was developed by the Koopalings so as to restrict the movement of her feet entirely, in order to allow Bowser to study them with ease, often times filling the entire castle with the crazed and continuous laughter that escaped from the Neon Fortress -- deep below the Mushroom Kingdom’s surface -- as he did so.
As Mr. Guy had heard it, Mario did search the kingdom for her, but fell for the same trick that allowed Bowser to have kept Daisy for years, whom he had heard joined Princess Toadstool within the dungeon: that the princess was in another castle.
Herher, criticism of the Mario series. Er, there is. Trust me on that one.
Relevance: this is sort of a reference to the Great BMX race episode of the Super Mario Bros. Super Show cartoon; the bit where she is trapped within Cobrat there inspired this to some extent.
Originally Mr. Guy had been a koopa but… a shy guy fit so much better, so I changed it.
Of relevance is that this takes place within Forest Maze of Super Mario RPG fame; Shy Guy had no reason to say that that’s where they were, and he certainly had no idea that the princess was vacationing in Rose Town (thus why the kidnapping was so easy). Oh lost details, I miss you. But I didn't include it anywhere so it's a moot subject.
Is that it? Probably. Other than that it’s a dirty little fanfic (eugh). Oh well. Sequel? Had one planned, never got to it. Don't suspect I will. Had something to do with Daisy torturing Peach in Bowser's dungeons.
Enjoy.
Princess in Peril (Boo/f feet)
A light breeze blew on this particularly warm yet non-descript sunny day. It was sunny, despite the occasional white – though sometimes gray – puffy cloud obscuring that jerk of a tacky yellow orb, making the green landscape temporary shadow when it happened. Through the canopy of thick leaves above, desperate rays of light struggled their way toward the ground, grasping at the over grown blades that dueled with each other, spurred on by each passing wind’s whims These are the kind of days typical to the Mushroom Kingdom; it truly was just another day, complete with a kidnapping of Princess Toadstool Peach.
Mr. Guy – a ShyGuy – did not truly understand why Bowser even bothered since Mario always foiled his plans, but their actions were not based upon his decisions. He was merely a soldier and was ordered to kidnap her, and as always he followed through. Actually, it had been particularly easy this time around, almost too easy considering how often the situation occurred. Well, it didn’t matter much; she lay there before him, coiled tightly in Cobrat’s grasp as he slept soundly; a spider lazily drifted down from one of the many branches; the arachnid caught Mr. Guy’s attention briefly as it dangled, swaying in the wind until its thread broke, hurtling the spider some unknown distance beyond the pink python’s shining scales.
Every now and then his companion and fellow conspirator in this mission, Boo, was present; not that his presence altered things; he never spoke and wouldn’t even show himself if you looked at him; might as well not be there, for as much as it mattered to Mr. Guy. But these were trivial things; they had captured the Princess and arrived at the meeting grounds to wait for Bowser. He certainly was late, though; perhaps he had a run in with Mario, or even that other one.
The princess had been struggling in and against her bondage for quite some time, though made little headway; short of wiggling her tiny feet a little within the puffed yet crushed hem of her bright pink dress that sought to bury her equally pink shoes, she made no progress. Out of the corner of his eye, Mr. Guy had noticed Boo become fixated with their prey, but paid little heed to it; Boo was a strange one, after all.
Regardless of how long she had been trapped the Princess continued in her vain attempts to free herself, her dainty feet in those obnoxiously bright pink heels pointing and flexing as a result of her struggles. It happened that – as Mr. Guy noticed – one of her heels became loose due to her constant movements, dangling this way and that as she tried to escape; at first only more of her ankle became revealed, but soon her heel was exposed and before long most of her naked foot hung in the damp air as the poor pink shoe clung onto the edges of her toes, desperately fighting to remain on her foot. At some point, the struggle to escape had become one of remaining bound by her pink heel – well, to keep her shoe on her foot, anyway – as she tried to pull it back on by flexing her foot, wrinkling that perfect sole of hers in the process while that shoe danced about wildly. At long last, the Cobrat sighed heavily, relieving itself of much air, throwing the Princess off balance and relieving her of her footwear in the process. It fell, hitting the ground with a light tap before rolling some inches out of the Princess’ reach, though despite this she sought for it with her now bare foot.
For some seconds, she continued to reach out with her naked foot, seeking with her waving sole and flailing toes what she could not see. Her foot arched, and her long, curved toes spread as she sought the fallen garment, until at last the Princess discovered is location with an extension of her second toe – her longest – all while forming perplexing creases and wrinkles upon the bottom of her foot. As Mr. Guy casually watched her attempt to regain that pink heel, he noted that Boo’s full attention now fell upon the Princess, as even a direct stare from Mr. Guy failed to phase the ghost out of sight. Just as it seemed she might grip that shoe between her toes, Cobrat heaved and rolled several feet, so that the Princess now lay upon her stomach with an impossible distance separating herself from her former shoe. The sudden roll seemed to loosen her remaining heel ever so slightly, so that a tiny amount of rounded flesh of that sole became visible. The pink spike dangled dangerously, threatening to abandon the princess at any moment should her focus waver even the slightest of moments. Suddenly, Boo materialized over top of the princess, hovering just above her ankles; Mr. Guy looked about to confirm that Boo had indeed teleported, though there was little motivation to do so save to use the time in order to stave off his surprise over Boo’s action.
The events that followed progressed lazily, heightening their effect upon Mr. Guy. As if in a trance, Boo slowly wafted closer towards that unsuspecting succubus’ naked sole, his virulently pink tongue dangling in the air, saliva oozing down it like that of a starved dog’s. Just as he hovered perhaps an inch above, a large drop of saliva fell, splattering directly below the Princess’ heel, marring her clean perfection with a river of succulent poison as the drop tread hastily towards her toes, finally coming to rest between her two smallest toes. From then on, events sped by; the Princess’s gasp of surprise was immediately drowned out by a chipmunk like squeak from behind that mass of red hair; an eep that punctured the surrounding glade followed as Boo’s tongue hungrily slid across that small surface’s entirety, from heel to toe tips. Reacting in surprise, both feet pointed away, her toes spreading wide apart, forcing the remaining shoe to retreat, allowing Boo’s devastating tongue to attack both feet at once. By the time the shoe had landed, Boo had already left a glistening trail over the now free foot that wiggled about in protest against his wide tongue, ushering in a second, less surprised eep that managed to resound louder than the first.
Mr. Guy – embarrassed as he was by his partners brazen lack of professionalism – glimpsed the Princess flailing her head about as she tried to assess the situation, yet only managed to cover her face with her bushy mane. It appeared that she could not see Boo from her position, but all the same sought harder than before to free herself from Cobrat’s inescapable vice. Held as she was, her feet could do little against the masterful strikes and lashes that Boo’s tongue forced rained upon the tiny peach things, forcing them to spasm and wiggle about as they attempted to flee their insatiable predator. Giggles – light, fluffy things, like the happy white clouds above – floated from her in a radiant and pleasant way; as soon as they had begun, Mr. Guy – embarrassed as he was by the notion – desired to hear more and still more of her playful sounding laughter. Despite the tortured nature of their sound, Mr. Guy found it akin to the forging of a spear, crying out against each strike with a loud metallic ring as it is made to take the shape of some blacksmiths imagination. The princess’ laughter sounded so pleasant and jolly that Mr. Guy could almost believe the Princess to be casually enjoying the events that ensued, despite – or perhaps because of – her inability to escape. But after the seventh or so lick, this illusion was dispelled by the Princess shrieking between giggles. “Please! No more! That tickles!” But she soon fell into an inevitable blizzard of giggles, from which she seemed unable to locate her way out of. Although Mr. Guy wanted to join in with Boo in the act of forcing a smile and laugh onto the princess’ precarious predicament, he simply was too shy, and instead found himself enjoying the show in secret. But then he thought after what seemed a long time, during which Boo’s appetite seemed to grow more ravenous at the expense of the princess’s dainty, ticklish feet – now painted a deep, illustrous vanilla by Boo’s tongue -- what would Bowser King Koopa think – or do – if he saw this scene?
To Mr. Guy’s behest, the answer greeted them. From behind an especially dense amount of foliage, Bowser emerged, flames igniting the air in front of his snout as he took in the scene the un-phased Boo created. For a few moments, he watched Boo torment her, a slight smile appearing on that fanged mouth, before he spoke. “You’ve done well.” He snorted, guffawing evilly. Both Boo and Cobrat jumped at those words, the snake saluting their lord with its tail as it shot up, allowing the princess to fall into a crumpled mess, seemingly too tired to make any attempt of an escape; Boo saluted with his incorporeal arm while Mr. Guy moved in and followed suit. “I think I like her this way,” growled Bowser, simply yet regally, before swooping forward and throwing the princess over his shoulder in one clean movement, eliciting a single cry of “Mario! Help!” from the princess that was quickly drowned out by her laughter as King Koopa swiftly struck at her right foot, causing the Princess to kick and flail vainly against their proudly despicable boss’s grip.
When Mr. Guy moved towards the Princesses heels to pick them up, Bowser waved a heavily clawed hand, informing him that those would not be necessary. As the group marched through the woodlands towards Bowser King Koopa’s Neon Fortress, Mr. Guy listened pleasantly as more chaotic and robust yelps and laughter left the princesses soft lips while Bowser poked and prodded at her flailing bare feet with his claws, discovering more and more of these sensitive and mysterious susceptible centers of laughter that they discovered that day. Later, a device was developed by the Koopalings so as to restrict the movement of her feet entirely, in order to allow Bowser to study them with ease, often times filling the entire castle with the crazed and continuous laughter that escaped from the Neon Fortress -- deep below the Mushroom Kingdom’s surface -- as he did so.
As Mr. Guy had heard it, Mario did search the kingdom for her, but fell for the same trick that allowed Bowser to have kept Daisy for years, whom he had heard joined Princess Toadstool within the dungeon: that the princess was in another castle.
