No one could quite recall when the Yoshi Tribes first started trades with the Koopa Kingdom.  At least, not anymore.  They always regarded the monarchy with suspicion since the early days of Bowser's reign, when the War of Six Forts had ousted the young prince.  Like all future kings, Bowser had held a grudge since then, but once he ascended the throne, he grew more occupied invading the other kingdom.
But there had always been a special hate for the Yoshis, the first to defy him, thoe strange half-ferals who didn't even have a central form of government and yet banded together against him.  It bothered him greatly, but there was one whose hatred grew even stronger than his.
	"Sir?" a koopa guard stood at his door.  "Sir Kamek, his Majesty is waiting."
In his personal quarters within the volcanic palace, a blue-robed turtle in a tall hat hunched over his desk.  Outside his window was a burning caldera in the thick magma sea, from which the only respite was the cold obsidian walls of Bowser's castle, a vast fortress of dark pillars with frigid halls full of shadows.
Kamek's room was covered in arcane scripture and strange algorithms.  The guard had always seen these and they no longer frightened him, but there was now a new set of scribbles here.  Anatomy charts, geographical renderings of the islands, and odd fruits some of which were now seething in special pots as ghastly abominations.  A cucumber writhed like a snake, a heart-shaped gourd pulsed with a beat, and a butternut squash resembled a weeping mask.
	"Sir?" the armoured koopa knocked carefully.  "Sir, you must come to see his-mmph!"
The magikoopa raised a hand that sparked with dazzling shapes, silencing the guard as something bubbled in a mixture of beakers.  Kamek stepped back and pulled out a golden sceptre, as he cast a spell on his desk.  A ripple of light struck some nebulous fruit, a wretched blend between an eggplant and an orange that writhed with suffering before the magic soothed it again.  Then it started to pulse with a creak of its leathery skin.
	"I've done it," Kamek whispered, "I...it's finally done."
A laugh filled the air, unnerving the guard who took a deep breath and braced himself for the inevitable boasting.
	"After twenty years, I've finally concocted the ultimate trap!  A fruit so delicious that they'll never want anything else, but one that will also awake  the urge inside them."
	"I see," the soldier nodded, "are you...ready to see his Majesty now?"
	"Oh I'm more than ready," the wizard turned with thick glasses, "I've been waiting for this moment for twenty years."
Through the stately halls, Kamek marched with a sealed box and entered a grand room with an even grander seat, where red carpets flowed from the feet of King Bowser.  His hot-orange scales glinted in the torchlight, his large green shell glimmered with spikes against the head of his throne, and a pudgy oxen snout glared with cruel teeth and curved horns upon his scalp, from which a mane of fiery red dripped down.  But the most prominent feature was his huge hanging cock, and the musty pair of balls that dripped beneath, as a testament to his creed.
	"FINALLY."  He clenched his teeth.  "You forget who runs this place?  You know I hate waiting on you old-timers!"
	"Forgive me, Your Vileness," Kamek bowed, "I was finishing my life's work."
	"What, is there another king besides me?!  At this rate you gonna need a walker!"
	"I wanted to make certain that my results were perfect to your standards."
	"Well do it faster!" Bowser slammed his armrest.  "So spit it out already!"
	"You recall our plans for the Yoshi Islands?" the sorcerer stroked his box.  "I have decided that perhaps a different tack is in order, as they are a gluttonous species who relish trade with the outside world."
	"You asking us to do trades?!  PFFFT, that's Toad stuff, what am I gonna ask from them, bananas?!"
	"Anything they wish to offer.  The point here is not what we earn from them, but what they earn from us."
	"And what ARE they getting from us, exactly?"
	"You, sire."  The grand vizier smiled.  "Just you and nothing else...and  they will soon want for nothing again."

Far across the southern seas, Yoshi's Island was a dream of vast looming trees from deciduous firs to tropical palms, where forests and jungles huddled around blue mountains with heavenly peaks.  Dark caverns were studded with minerals, whilst fruits adorned every tree and the sands made beautiful songs with the ocean waves.  Those who visited Yoshi's Island or any of its associated keys, would always leave in tears in hope they would return.
But the yoshis themselves lived in perpetual peace with small village huts and wearing only boots, leaving nothing between them and the sea breeze.  Their heritage was ancient, their culture was gentle, and their hardiness well-documented in being impervious to most poisons.  Today it was cloudwatching day, and Yasker sat in the observatory of the tallest hill.
	"Cirrus clouds sou'west," he muttered, "that's going to clash with the cold front in about eight hours.  Hope that doesn't wash out the baseball game tonight."
Yasker was a sky-blue yoshi who stared through a wooden telescope.  His hut was full of devices crafted from natural tools, such as a bark-weather vane with feathered tufts, a hollowed trunk barometer, and a thick mossy sheet to measure humidity.
	"Just a little damp," he rubbed the moss, "cold front might be passing over us already, so we could get lucky."
He wrote down his findings and stepped out his hut, marching down the hill towards the most ancient of yoshi settlements.  Some of the huts were standard wood-and-straw, whilst others had been carved out of old trees for more important public spaces.  A rainbow of yoshis scurried about with bundles of fruit, whilst smaller hatchlings played a baseball game between themselves.  All of the tribe were naked, showing their little balls and puffy pussies in the open breeze.
	"OKAYYYY, HERE COME DA PITCH!"
	"WWWWWEH!" the crack of a bat sent the ball high.
	"OH OH, GET IT, GET IT!"
	"DON'T USE YER TONGUE, DAT'S CHEATIN!"
The gaggle of kids rushed after the ball, jumping high and kicking their little legs to puff themselves up in a brief flutter for extra height.  One little red girl managed to grab the ball, and hurled it back to the pitcher.
	"YER OUT!"
	"Whah, nuu I'm not!"
	"You aaaare I saw yer feet not touch it!"
	"Nooooo I wasn't out!"
	"Mmmmm, okay, you gets the base, but if yer not standin' on it all the way, yer out next bat!"
	"Okayyyy!"
Yasker chuckled and entered the meeting hall, an old tree that was beautifully decorated with painted poles and flower chains circling the stump-roof.  There sat the chieftain, a large round yoshi with swamp-green skin and a feathered headdress whilst two others sat with him.
	"Did we check for allergies?" he asked.
	"The head of the guard can't have bananas," said a purple lady, "potassium allergy."
	"Alright, who else?"
	"His lieutenant gets sick from kumquats," added a yellow male.
	"Oh, that's a pity, they make a lovely centrepiece-ahhh Yasker!"
	"Hey there, chief," the researcher bowed, "what's going on?"
	"Haven't you heard?" the elder leaned forwards, pressing his gut.  "The Koopa Kingdom are offering a trade negotiation."
	"Wait, really?!  They wanna do trades?"
	"Apparently!" the purple one shrugged.  "We got a message six days ago, you're always behind on the news!"
	"Well I'm busy, Yen," Yasker thumbed up.
	"Oh yeah, your head's in the clouds so often I'm amazed you still remember how to walk."
	"HAH, hahah," the yellow yoshi smirked, "Oh that's a good one, you should use that for stand-up night."
	"Thank youuuu, Yomey," she bowed to him, "anyways, yeah, koopa party's coming."
	"Are we expecting trouble?" Yasker approached.  "These are Bowser's folks, I mean we should watch them."
	"Now now," the chief waved his hand, "remember our creed, a friend is someone we have never met."
	"We did meet Bowser though," Yomey rubbed his neck, "and he's no friend."
	"I believe everyone is capable of change, and if the Koopa Kingdom offer their hand first for diplomacy, we should not cast it away.  Kindness only grows when given a chance to root."
	"Are you sure?" the meteorologist tapped his boot.  "Maybe have some some guards just in case?"
	"I know more than anyone about Bowser," the chieftain sat back, "who would have thought trying to reunite a child with his brother would lead to an uprising?  But we never attacked first, we defended our home, and should his forces never strike us first, I will not assume ill intent."
	"Despite, you know, it's Bowser?"
	"You know well as I do he doesn't manage everything, it's all his advisors nowadays keeping him busy whilst getting on with responsible duties.  Now, Yasker, how can I help?"
	"I got the latest patterns," the cyan yoshi waved his notes, "need to send them off to Toad Town."
	"Of course, go right ahead!"
He gestured towards a thin green pipe in the back of the room that stuck out like a sore thumb and was only wide enough for messages.  With a grass-vine knot, Yasker rolled up his papers and sent it down the tube where miles across the ocean, it would be picked up by the Mushroom Kingdom Meteorological Society.
The village began setting up the feast for their guests, with scouts on the docks awaiting them each day and a light infantry of the more muscular yoshis.  They never used weapons, rather relying on wrestling techniques and their legendary appetite to deal with threats, which nevertheless made most creatures hesitant.
Two days later, a small delegation of Koopas would arrive in a flying ship, a small galleon with sails and propellers.  The shudder of its engines sent sand across the shore, caused palm trees to bend and also lure a gaggle of naked yoshis from the bush.  Standing on the airship's bow, an armoured koopa in chrome-steel plates glared at the locals from his visored helm.
	"What do you see?" his voice fumed deep.  "Be honest, lieutenant."
	"A group of savages, sir," the red-shelled subordinate sneered, "flaunting their filthy bodies, about to realise their place in life."
	"Exactly.  Remember, Kamek wants us to play the long game of diplomacy, let them stew in their greed before we rein them in."
The drawbridge pulled down as the two stepped off, along with a small legion of unarmed koopas.  They marched across the sands before the leader in his cruel armour made a salute for them to stop.  The natives stared at his dark visage, where deep red eyes stared through their souls until he removed his helmet.  There they found the cutest buttery face, a winning smile from a turtle's beak with unblemished face.
	"Hi there!" his voice squeaked.  "I'm Karlos, thank you for seeing us, and on behalf of the Koopa Kingdom, we're honoured to be here!"
	"Hello!" Yen offered her hand.  "We're glad to have you, please come this way!  Welcome to Yoshi Village!"
	"Appreciate it, ma'am!" he shook back.  "Something smells good up there."
	"We're arranging a feast for you, not every day the Koopa Kingdom comes with open arms."
	"Hahah, yes, well, we had some change in management to decide on better means of diplomacy."
The dinos showed them the way into the village, as six koopas gazed around the splendid vista of a sweltering jungle.  Children zigzagged across the village square, adults waved and bowed courteously with a few others keeping a respectful distance.  Amongst the charming huts was a grand table and an enormous buffet of meat and fruits.
	"Welcome!" the chief greeted them at the banquet.  "We are honoured to have you.  I am Yoshi, Chief of the Yoshi Village."
	"I'm Karlos," the armoured turtle bowed, "I think this is my first time meeting you personally?  The legendary yoshi named Yoshi from the War of Six Forts?"
	"Hahaaah yes, that is me.  But those days are past, at least I hope they are."
	"We also hope that too, Chief Yoshi," Karlos swept his hand, "your island's just as beautiful as folks have said, and this banquet's incredible!"
	"We try our best to be good hosts," Yoshi bowed, "come, eat up and sit with me, we'll have you front and centre!"
They sat down to their allocated positions, the commander surprised at the lack of bananas or kumquats as he sighed in appreciation.  For such savages they had good manners as they shared food with each other and offered him all of their island's delicacies.  Seeing dozens of naked beasts cavort and play made the koopas grin with sinful thoughts, catching glances at their pussies and their dusty balls between stocky legs.
Sliced melons were rare in the Koopa Kingdom, so the visitors savoured the sweet watery juice and picked the rinds clean.  They also enjoyed tropical variants of apples and pears, the sweetest of oranges that made their eyes water, and the most incredible lemonade that sent them to the clouds.  But Yasker was hesitant, finding himself next to the red-shelled lieutenant who chewed through a mango.
	"Uhh, hi there," the sky-blue yoshi waved, "hope you're enjoying our home."
	"Oh yeah!" the koopa chomped away.  "Don't get fruits like this back home."
	"Yeah, I guess volcanoes don't make good for farming."
	"Actually the soil's amazing, it's just the lack of water and the burning heat but the soil itself's full of minerals.  That's kind of the reason we're doing this so we can get some hardy plants."
	"But how will you grow them without water?" Yasker sipped his juice.
	"We found some natural hot springs underground, the water'll work good for that."
	"Oooh, well, long as it's not above a hundred-and-twenty degrees cuz otherwise that'll damage the roots."
	"Yeah, we figured that out," the turtle offered his hand, "I'm Kengo, by the way."
	"Yasker," the yoshi shook back, "nice to meetcha, so what do you do?"
	"I'm an aerial lieutenant, which means I tell folks 'hey don't fly today, the clouds'll kill you' and they always go 'what, more than usual?' and I have to ground the flight."
	"Pffft hah, lemme guess, some folks don't know about burn clouds?"
	"Yyyyyep!" the koopa leaned back.  "Every damn week I gotta tell them about the tephra, you know what that does to engines?!  You ever put pebbles in a blender?!"
	"And they always say the same thing to you.  'But the cloud's so thick and heavy, it's not gonna come that high' and what happens?"
	"We lose another engine!" Kengo slapped his head.  "Folks need to know about clouds to avoid having a bad day!"
	"I know, right?!" the yoshi spread his arms.  "If folks just learned what clouds DO, they wouldn't be so mad all the time, you can just look!  It's going to rain, there's a hot front, don't make plans!"
	"Seriously!"  Kengo palmed his face.  "So you a skywatcher too?"
	"Yeah, I'm a meteorologist!"
	"Woah, for real?!"
	"Yeah I got my tools up on the hill, I can show you if you want!"
	"Oh that'd be sick actually, yeah!"
As Yasker made a new friend, he took Kengo up to his hut and showed him all his devices which, while were primitive to the koopa who hid his disgust, he admired the ingenuity with what was available.  The bark-vane showed the slightest breeze with its feathers, the moss blanket had a vague impression of humidity, and the hollow trunk warped depending on the air pressure.
Yasker let him make observations and measure the chart for today, after which he showed him the pipe to send findings to Toad Town.  Two hours of cloud-talk later, they returned to the village square where the chief brought out dancers in strange costumes of stripped bark, as well as a symphony of flutes and drums that regaled the koopas with songs of the Yoshi tribes.
Some of the koopas found it charming and simplistic, whilst others like Karlos seethed quietly at such degenerate ways.  Why shouldn't a superior nation better utilise this paradise for some resorts, instead of these rabid long-tongues digging around the dirt?  Regardless he kept on his winning smile, sitting beside the chieftain who clapped with his friends.
Then came the wrestling, where muscular yoshis grappled each other and threw themselves down with their balls and limp cocks swinging around.  Some of the koopas were encouraged to join, with sturdy yellow arms grabbing scaly green biceps and rolling on top of the naked beasts.  A few of the strongest soldiers managed to pin the natives, which gave immense satisfaction to their superiors.
	"WONDERFUL!" Chief Yoshi clapped.  "You train your troops well, they're much stronger than they were in my youth."
	"We try to improve," Karlos nodded, "and that's why we're here to set up a future trade."
	"Ahhh yes, the gruelling business.  Very well, let us open negotiations, what have you to offer?"
	"As you know, our region has problems with farming, but our finest bootanists have managed to perfect a crossbreed of a new fruit, and for our future partnership, we'd love to share it with you in exchange for supplies."
	"A new fruit?" the portly chief rubbed his large chin.  "We are connoisseurs of those, but what do you wish from us?"
	"Fruit for fruit!" the commander rolled his hand.  "We've set up some safe gardens underground with sun lamps, but we need a lot of seeds for planting.  Our soldiers need better diets, see, too much meat is not good for you!"
	"Fruit for fruit, eh?  That's a marvellous idea, do you have some of this fruit to taste?"
	"We do!"
The armoured koopa whistled to his troops to bring forth a box, marked with Bowser's sneering face that was wrenched off to show a glut of orange eggplants.  They were strangely flat and rubbery in texture, and while the yoshis oohed at the unusual fruits, Karlos took a small tube from his suit and bit down to swallow a blue chemical.
	"May I share this fruit with you, chief?" he took one up and split it open.  "Let's feast on our new relationship, together."
	"I would be glad to," the sallow green Yoshi took the other half, "I hope our new trade brings life to your people, and the best of health."
They swapped their halves and chomped down on the succulent gourd that had honeycomb textures through its inside.  To the koopa, it was the sweetest orange slathered in nectar, with the tonic he took subjugating its true power over him.  It was no more delicious than the juiciest pear, but to the yoshi, it was heaven itself.
The eyes of the chief watered with a strange memory that bled over his tongue.  It was a song that spun through his eyes, it was golden tongues caressing his face, it was euphoria dancing down into his stomach.  All yoshis had dreamt of this in their ancestral mind, the Perfect Fruit said to have gone extinct many centuries ago.  Now, he held it in his hands, as he fell to his knees and wept, much to the shock of his people.
	"Th-this...this," he whispered, "by the stars, this is...beautiful."
	"Really?" the koopa kept eating his.  "You like it that much?"
	"E-everyone, EVERYONE!  Please, take one, share them with the village, you must try it!"
	"W-wow, alright," Yen stepped up and took one, "can't be that good, surely."
	"Yeah I dunno," Yomey rubbed his yellow arm, "it smells really nice but I'm pretty full from the-"
	"O-OHHH!" the purple yoshi chomped one down.  "O-ohhhh...oh my, M-MMMMPH!"
	"What, what's wrong?!" Yasker hurried to her.  "Is it sour?"
	"N-n-no...no it...oh you gotta try this, you have to, PLEASE!"
	"Wow okay, jeez is it that good?!"
The yoshis gathered round to sample the new fruit, with each and every one of them experiencing the same joy.  Their eyes widened and their tongues salivated, panting with tears from the depths of their heart as if rediscovering a childhood meal.  The entire village cried in bliss as they ate up the fruit, with every koopa encouraged taking their antidotes secretly before feasting.
	"H-how did they," whimpered Yasker, "I-i-i never had fruit this...GOOD!"
	"It's a miracle," Kengo shrugged, "I didn't think you folks would enjoy it that much but hey, glad you do!"
	"N-no, no it...this is much more than that.  This is...this..."
The cyan yoshi devoured the rest and turned sleepy all of a sudden.  The tribe slumped over on the ground with happy faces including the chief, who struggled to keep awake and called for his assistant.
	"We will, haaah...we will arrange a shipment of seeds, we just need the uh...s-soil contents of your home to make certain."
	"We have them right here," Karlos pulled out a slip of paper, "just sign here and we can get things sorted."
	"Yes, I...of course.  Your kingdom truly has changed, sir Karlos."
The commander grinned as the chieftain scribbled his name on the document.  A second document was underneath that he would not see, but imprinted his signature upon as the koopas brought in the rest of their gifts.  The yoshis soon provided boxes full of seeds, which were sent to the airship and put in storage.  In his private quarters, Karlos put his helm back on as his voice deepened once more, and he activated a crystal orb where Kamek's face shone through.
	"Phase one is complete," he bowed, "the savages devoured the fruit gladly."
	"Excellent," the wizard cackled, "keep up the trade and remember your script, do you have the contract?"
	"I do," Karlos showed the papers, "that should prevent any further complications."
	"Such fortune that I discovered a root of the long-lost Thana Sota plant...the foolish savages don't even realise the urges it will bring upon them.  Good work, commander."
	"Thank you, sir," he gave a salute with a dark grin, "I shall await their extinction with the greatest of pleasure."

Over the course of next month, Yasker's mind grew more addled along with the rest of his tribe.  His calculations became off, his eyes turned more dim and he found himself standing on the edge of a cliff that overlooked the village.  Other yoshis would do the same, sitting on trees and staring towards the ground or out beyond the sea.
An odd malaise grew over the village, as well as other tribes of yoshis who ate the fruit.  Something was missing all of a sudden, a longing they could not perceive when all they ate was the Thana Sota.  They did not know its true name, instead calling them "kooporans" and growing more addicted to them each day.
	"Yomey?" Yasker approached the yellow yoshi on the beach.  "Have you uh, seen my notebook?"
	"Nope," Yomey shook his head, "I been watching the sea...thinking what water in my lungs feels like."
	"Really?  Yen said she had a dream of falling into a big monster's mouth, getting all crunched up between its teeth."
	"Mmmmhhh, sounds great," he turned to his friend, "what about you?  What dream you had?"
	"Well...heh, dunno why I'm saying this, but I had this thought of falling into a pit of spikes and feeling my body just split open.  Head on a spike, pulled right off, cold spear through my brain."
	"Ohhhh yeah," Yomey panted with a grin, "did you hear what happened to Yagwa?  Took his family through the jungle, walked right into a piranha plant and fed themselves to it."
	"Wait, really?" the blue yoshi gasped.  "Even the kids?"
	"Yeah, we found their bones picked clean, skulls glistening with spit.  Wish I could do that."
	"Well what's stopping you?  Actually, what's stopping me?"
	"I dunno...there's just...I'm so tired lately and I never wanna wake up again."
	"I feel that.  Are the koopas coming back today?"
	"Yeah, maybe get more seeds if they give us more kooporans."
	"Good, great...can't even remember the last time I ate anything else."
They walked back to the village and waited for the airship to come.  The chief sat in a stupor, barely talking to anyone and staring at his navel in deep, dark thoughts.  With each day passing there was one less yoshi, and yet nobody minded, simply moving on and becoming wistful for the end.  Then they heard it, the shuddering of propellers and the creaking of engines.
	"OH, they're here!" Chief Yoshi lifted himself.  "E-everyone, EVERYONE!  Come quick, the koopas are here!"
They marched to the shore in a gaggling squeal, ready to embrace their suppliers with a whooping holler.  The ship landed but did not turn off its thrusters, as the Yoshis saw more frigates flying down to cover the ocean shore with a full fleet.  Karlos returned with his assistant Kengo, who marched down the bridge without taking off his helm.
	"Greetings, chief," he bowed with dooming voice, "how is the new fruit?"
	"It's incredible," the leader rubbed his belly, "I think I've gotten fatter despite only eating that!  Your voice sounds different."
	"Part of the acoustics," Karlos tapped his helmet, "has there been any unusual developments since?"
	"Well...not really, no.  Why do you ask?"
	"You seem somewhat adrift.  Have you not been sleeping well?"
	"A-actually...something strange did happen," the chief tapped his fingers, "for some reason, my tribe has been having odd dreams concerning our future.  But you need not concern with that-"
	"Tell me, please."  The koopa bowed.  "If something troubles you, we are here to help."
	"Really?" Yasker stepped forth.  "How can you do that?"
	"Well, we are partners in trade, it is our duty to assist you with anything you desire.  Anything."
	"E-even," Yen licked her snout, "even if...I asked you to do something?"
	"It would be our honour," Kengo swept his hand, "what can we do to make you happy?"
The yoshis all muttered to themselves with growing anticipation, partly-nervous for how silly it was, yet strangely-excited to imagine their fate in the hands of another species.  It only took five minutes for all the yoshis to agree, their desires too strong and their urges trembling.  Without a single fight, they marched onto the airships with no need for chains or shackles.  Every single yoshi was rounded up from the island keys, numbering to tens of thousands from every age.
Few of the yoshis had ever seen the Koopa Kingdom, and even less had travelled there themselves with the exception of the Chief.  A stark memory rippled through him at the sulfurous fumes and the bubbling magma, a wrathful smouldering heat that crept over his skin.  The ships landed in the courtyard of ancient stone, a grand square where the natives filed out amongst hundreds of koopas armed with spears.
	"Stars above," the Chief muttered, "I haven't been here since...since-"
	"Since we last met."  A blue-robed sorcerer shuffled forth.  "Hello, Yoshi."
	"Oh!  Kamek!"  The pudgy green dino waved.  "What a surprise, well not really since you work here but, thank you for seeing us!"
	"It will be my pleasure," the wizard clasped his hands, "His Majesty was most eager to see you after so long, he has plenty of things to show you."
	"Such as?  Is he happy with our trade agreement?"
	"More than happy, yes.  Come, bring your heathens to serve beneath our king."
	"Serve?" Yasker squinted.  "I thought he was going to kill us, I don't want to serve."
	"Your deaths will serve him," Karlos shoved him forth, "now march, savage.  Your extinction will grace our kingdom."
	"OH, r-right, that kind of serving, haha!"
The yoshis marched together in a mass drove, keeping in step with the guards who escorted them to the great Bowser.  Sitting on his throne with heavy dick and heaving balls, his eyes widened at the living rainbow that filled his castle, the great unwashed whose innocent eyes and cheerful grins showed complete obedience.  Thousands of smiles awaited their true end.
	"Your Vileness," Kamek swept his hand, "as promised, after twenty long years, I have brought you the greatest gift of my servitude to you.  The great genocide of the Yoshis, of which you shall be singlehandedly responsible for."
	"You...hah...hahah...hhhhahahahahaa, HARHARHARHARHAR!"  He shot up his seat and rubbed his hands.  "THIS IS AWESOME!  KAMEK, HOW DID YOU-I MEAN, what part of my brilliance inspired you?!"
	"Since you ask, I was thinking of your inventive usage of skulls in your architectural design.  I thought this place could do with more...inferior ones."
	"Hmhmhm, ohhh yeah," his snout fumed with gleeful smoke, "alright, you maggots!  You fruit-sucking mudcrawlers have been pestering me for too long, and you owe me an island!"
	"Is that so, your Majesty?" the Chief bowed to him.  "We came for a different reason, but I suppose if none of us are left, there's no reason for you not to have it."
	"Damn straight!"
He marched up to Yoshi who watched in awe at how tall he had grown.  The King of the Koopas was now twice the height of him, leaving the chieftain's head at a perfect level to his huge swinging balls and twitching foreskin.
	"Remember me, horsey?" said Bowser, leaning down.  "You still owe me a ride."
	"O-o-ohhh!" the green scaly blushed.  "I think you're much bigger than I can manage, sir."
	"Oh I'll make sure I can fit in you.  But I guess you came here to ask me something so c'mon, let's hear you say it.  I wanna hear it nice and clear."
	"I...hah, hahah, th-this is silly to come out and say but...we want to die."
	"What was that?!" the beastly regent fingered his ear.  "C'MON, let's have the whole kingdom hear ya!"
	"WE, W-WE WANT TO DIE!"  The chief thumped his tail.  "We want, want to be stomped and crushed and impaled and eviscerated!  It's been the only thing we can think of for weeks, but we couldn't muster ourselves!"
	"So you come to me," the king crunched his knuckles, "that what all of you filthy savages need?"
	"YES, ABSOLUTELY!"  Yoshi turned to his tribe.  "EVERYONE, WHAT DO YOU WANT?!"
	"TO DIE, YOUR MAJESTY!" the hall shrieked with a thousand voices.  "KILL US PLEASE, OH KILL US YOUR MAJESTY!"
	"HAH, HAHAHA!" Bowser clapped like thunder.  "Alright then, line up and we'll get to snuffing ya!"
	"OH, thank you sire!" the chief bowed deep.  "Thank you, let us be cleansed from the world please, I don't know why but we're DESPERATE to be slaughtered!"
	"Well first...you gotta get me going."  The tyrant sat back in his throne and spread his legs.  "I want you to be responsible, for the death of your entire race.  Only fair after you screwed me over all them years back, right?"
	"Of course!  I-i'd be more than honoured to help you slaughter my race, oh great Majesty!"
All of the yoshis babbled in throngs of excitement, watching their leader kneel before the king and grasp his royal meat.  The plump sack heaved at Yoshi's touch, the powerful aroma of pure masculinity swarming his nostrils and making the chief achingly hard.  He nuzzled his snout against the swelling shaft, then came his tongue which slipped round the girth and felt it pulse with sweat.
Yoshi had never felt like this in all his life, the idea that this once-young-and-arrogant boy had grown into such a splendid beast.  The cock pulsed with glee at his touch, that warm slippery tongue stroking his sceptre to a beautiful swell, the fat glans puffing against his snout to make his nostrils flare from the thick koopa scent, a raw hot leather that fogged Yoshi's eyes.
	"Mmmmhhhh...h-how did I not see this before?" he muttered.  "I-i...all these years I thought to defy you."
	"Lesson learned huh, you filthy little savage?" the king smiled.  "Alright, line up your mutts and say goodbye to your species.  I'll make sure they die tonight."
	"Y-y-yes...thank you, my king."
The yoshi kissed his master's cock, almost tempted to swallow it but he resisted the urge and stepped back at Bowser's behest to admire the beautiful shaft.  A gorged length of 13 inches awaited its first victim, as Yen stepped up with a panting shudder.
	"Alright mudcrawler," the king motioned, "turn your head and show me that earhole."
	"Um...o-okay," she presented the side of her purple head, "I'm...I-i'm really glad to be here, your Majesty, I've never wanted to die so badly!"
	"Glad you fruitsuckers know your place," he gripped her head and put his cock beside it, "you been alive too long so it's time to fix that."
	"Y-yes, YES!  Kill me, sir, kill my filthy race-U-URRRK!"
One thrust was all he needed to crack through her skull like an egg.  The sound of her bone breaking apart made every yoshi flinch and moan, as all of them dripped from their cocks and pussies at once.  The tyrant's spear drooled down Yen's other cheek, her eyes turned blank and a shuddering gurgle escaped her throat when Bowser pulled back and shoved her corpse away.
	"Next."
A red yoshi stepped up and offered his earhole, as Bowser slammed through and punched a thick hole from which everyone saw thick blobs of grey smeared across his dick.  One by one, the yoshis lined up for extinction, their heads grabbed and pumped through once, and only once, to rip their brains in half.  Bodies fell every six seconds, a fresh brain slaughtered with one cleave of his meaty sword that ripped apart memories and erased identities.  Every yoshi would die forgetting their names, their homes and their worthless culture.  And they had never been more happy.
The king was prodigious in his one-and-done thrusts, each skull feeling like the freshest hole.  The sounds of cracking skulls turned wetter with each slam of his mighty balls, and a hill of corpses would form next to Bowser's throne.  Throughout all this, the chieftain pumped his cock in rapture, panting excited at the dead staring eyes and glory-holed skulls of his tribe.
	"Ohhhh yeah," Bowser panted, "wonder which one of you degenerates is gonna make me shoot."
	"OH, ME!" squeaked one yoshi.
	"NO NO, ME!" Yasker cried.  "I-I GOT A JUICY BRAIN FULL OF METEOROLOGY!"
	"HAH, smart boy are ya?!" the king snapped his fingers.  "Get over 'ere and say goodbye then!"
	"Thank you, master!"  The sky-blue yoshi marched up with beaming smile.  "I'm so happy you're exterminating us, plea-GRRRKH!"
The lord gripped Yasker's skull and smashed his dick through, a burst of fleshy-grey mulch splattering on the ground before Bowser tossed him aside.  His lance was now covered in yoshi brains, and it would be smothered after the next 40, 90, 100 skulls that he fucked once and dumped.
The corpse-hill became a mountain, to the point that guards had to drag the bodies away to not interfere with their master.  Kamek only approached to give food and water to his beloved king who would finally cum in Yoshi #2678.  The rest of them opened their mouths to receive his blessing, magnificent shots of white spraying them before he tossed the mongrel aside, and ordered the next one up.
600 yoshis died in an hour.  Then 1200, then 4800 as the king never stopped his fuck-crusade or ever leaving his throne.  It did not matter how vast the horde remained for Bowser never stopped slaughtering, no matter how many times he came per every 2700 corpses.  Chief Yoshi was astonished as he jacked away and climaxed more than a few times, but the Thana Sota kept him immensely horny.
Kamek then made plans for their aerial squadron to clean up the islands.  Unbeknownst to the yoshis, their homes were razed down in a mass sea of flames, as cannons blasted every village to a scorched cinder, reducing their history to ashes.  Not that they cared now, entranced by His Majesty's pillar that pumped their brains in half, with the sweat and cum of Bowser's balls staining their cheeks each time.
Bowser had never felt such pure power, the slaughtering of disposable masses as he felt their squishing groans and popping synapses, the creak of leathery gristle when he violated their hopes and wore their dreams upon his shaft.  By the end of the first day, 15,000 yoshis had been disposed of, and Bowser finally needed to sleep.
But the yoshis waited eagerly in his hall, as they watched the guards skin their friends and family and take the skulls for decoration.  The next day, Bowser woke up, had breakfast, and went back to fucking them dead.  All of Yoshikind was reduced to nothing, after four long days of cum-dumping, brain-mushing fun, to the point the guards would cheer for each 1000 yoshis that were exterminated.
On the fifth day of the Great Yoshicide, Bowser pounded through the last 20 yoshis left alive.  The former chief was a sobbing mess, covered in his own jizz and whimpering for the end as he watched the numbers dwindle down.  13.  7.  4.  2.  Yomey was drilled through the skull screeched, his eyes rolled up as a fat wad of grey meat slumped off of Bowser's dick from his other ear, and splatted onto the floor.
	"Nnnnngh,"  the king sighed, "just...perfect."
He tossed the corpse aside and turned towards Yoshi.  Hundreds of corpses laid all around them, whilst hundreds more had their skulls hollowed, polished, and fixed onto the throne's ceiling.
	"Your turn, little horsey."  The king throbbed.  "Ready to join the rest of your filthy vermin in the gutter?"
	"Y-yes, YES!" Yoshi crawled forwards with a jiggling belly.  "K-kill me, oh kill your little horsey, forgive me sire, forgive me for insulting you with my wretched disgusting kind!"
	"Damn straight," his claws wrapped round the dirt-green head, "no one'll miss your worthless race."
For the last of the savages, Bowser took his time and pushed slowly inside, feeling the horrible creak of bone separating the scalp.  Yoshi trembled with a soft squeak before the crunching stab of a hot dick would plow through his cerebellum, and rip apart his senses.  His motor functions collapsed with slumping arms, his sense of smell shut off completely and he forgot how to breathe.
His eyes turned glassy as heard the sounds of the ocean, the soft waves and the cawing of goonies overhead.  The yoshi embraced eternity, as his memories were wiped clean and his last breath came rattling out his throat.  Bowser groaned with his last orgasm for the day, as he came inside Yoshi's skull to fill it to the brim with the hot, fertile, superior seed of the Koopa race.
The chief dripped from every orifice with a gurgling moan, his body left hanging upon the mighty spear while jizz gushed from the other ear.  A few last strokes of the brain-mush helped the king ride out his climax, before he sat down on his throne with the chief still hanging from his spear.
	"Hooooo," he breathed deep, "damn...my balls hurt like crazy."
	"A magnificent display," Kamek bowed, "long live the Koopa Kingdom!  Shall I begin plans for building our forts on the Koopa Keys?"
	"Yeah, sure," the tyrant laid back, "gonna need to...sit here a few hours and...haaaah."
He smiled peacefully as his guards took the last of the yoshis away.  Their bodies would be violated then burned to ashes, and their skulls would line the entirety of Bowser's ceiling, a hundred-thousand faces all staring down upon his greatness, as if their souls were thanking him, and the word "Yoshi" itself would be finally erased.