# In Another Castle

In 30+ years of rescuing princesses, Mario had seen a lot of shit — swarms of ghosts, giant floating eyeballs, even sentient hats. He thought he was prepared to enter yet another dimly-lit, lava-filled castle. But he had never encountered anything like this.

“M-m-mamma [i]MIA![/i]” the plumber squealed, barely clinging to consciousness as several hundred pounds of Koopa queen bounced up and down on his dick. His testicles ached to their very core, wrung dry by a dozen rounds of fornication and repeatedly pounded flat beneath the female’s thick ass. He gripped her bare thighs with an exhausted desperation, struggling to fight back as her pussy tried to coax yet another churning load from his overworked meatballs.

“MUAhahaha!!!” Bowsette grinned down at her victim, raising her hips before impaling herself again on the full length of his cock. There was a wet [i]squelch[/i] each time her groin met his. Half of the sound came from the sticky mess of juices that had accumulated between their bodies. The other half of the sound came from the warping shells of Mario’s gonads, as the contents of his testicles were rearranged by each of her thunderous thrusts.

“Y-y-you’re gonna break-a my BALLS!” Mario screeched. He scrabbled at her legs. “P-p-[i]please[/i], Bowser!”

The busty redhead paused. “…Uh, do I [i]look[/i] like Bowser?” She rolled her eyes, then slammed her hips down with another audible [i]SQUELCH[/i], this time earning a soprano mewl from the Italian pinned beneath her. Ignoring his cries, she reached up to heft one of her breasts in a clawed hand. “Last time I checked, Bowser doesn’t have bomb-ass tits like these.”

“WHOEVER YOU ARE,” Mario pleaded, “Y-YOU’RE-A CRUSHING MY BALLS!!”

She let her tit slip from her claws. “The name’s Bowsette.” [i]SQUELCH.[/i]

“B-B-BOWSETTE!” Mario cried. [i]SQUELCH.[/i] “PLEASE!!!”

The Koopa queen scoffed. “Oh come on, I’m just having a little fun!” [i]SQUELCH.[/i] “We ALL know that Peach doesn’t let you empty your sac very often.” [i]SQUELCH.[/i] ”I mean, what’d she give you for rescuing her from the moon — a sympathy handjob?” [i]SQUELCH.[/i] “And besides, even if I [i]do[/i] pop something, I’m sure you’ve got some extra lives or a mushroom or something.”

Mario was starting to foam at the mouth. “MY…M-M-MY—”

The sturdy female reached behind herself, peeling the plumber’s flattened plums off of her ass and instead wrapping them tightly in her claws. She gave each orb a rough squeeze, checking that they remained intact and causing Mario’s whole body to twitch in response. “Your nuts are fine,” she confirmed. She smiled down at him, her sharp teeth glistening in the dim light. “Now use ‘em or lose ‘em.”

Stars exploded in Mario’s vision as Bowsette clamped down on his tortured spunk-makers, the twin spheres bulging grossly between her uncaring claws. Deep inside the horny female, his cock twitched and spat out another sticky string of cum, crushed out forcefully from his mangled marbles.

Bowsette purred, grinding her clit against the base of his cock as he filled her yet again. “Mmph. See, I [i]told[/i] you these things weren’t empty yet…”