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“The queen of the Koopa Kingdom, Bowsette, formerly known as Bowser, as once again broken into Peach’s Castle just two hours ago,” announced the peachette news caster. It’s strange, just last night, the nightly news anchor was a portly male toad. Weird.

“Sources say that Princess Toadstool and the famous Mario brothers were having tea at the time of the attack,” she continued in her professional voice. “Eye witness reports tell us that Mario and Luigi managed to fend off the attacking Queen Koopa, but Mario himself went missing after the attack. The princess was thankfully unharmed, but Mario has yet to be seen since the incident. Princess Toadstool denied comment. More news as events unfo--”

You turn the TV off and look down at Chompy resting her head on your lap. You’ve been stroking her hair for the better half of the afternoon now, and she not once stirred or moved off since you started. You assumed she was taking a nap, but now that you look at her you see she’s been making the sweetest face of puppy love at you.

You smile and place your hands on her cheeks, pulling her up to give her a kiss. She yips happily, nuzzling her head against your palms. You finally stand up and take her by the hand – she really enjoys holding hands, so she doesn’t complain – to the kitchen, where you heat ap another TV dinner for her. She blew right through Steak and Gravy, and now you’ll see if she likes Chicken and Potatoes. Attracted to the scent of cooking meat, Chompy kneels in front of the microwave and watches the tray inside spin for the next three minutes, as per the packaging instructed, and you pet her to while away the time. She angrily barks at the microwave when her food stops spinning and the machine starts beeping incessantly. You put a stop to it and pull her steaming food out, placing it on the small dining table.

You sit her down in front of the table, and tell her to eat up. She quite readily obeys, ignoring the utensils you prepared on the table in favor of bring her face down on the food tray. You laugh as she eats like an animal, and realize you’ll probably have to teach her how to eat like a princess if you ever decide to bring her out for lunch.

You grab a plate of leftover pizza from the fridge, and you place it on the table without heating it up. You sit across Chompy, who only stops eating momentarily to look at you and smile with gleaming teeth and messy cheeks. You smile back and eat your cold pizza, and Chompy returns to her food. Barring the chomping and slurping coming from the girl in front of you, you two eat in silence.

You always eat in silence, but this is the first time it wasn’t so lonely.

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You try to control your breathing as you rinse off Chompy in the cramped shower room. It would be fine if she could bathe herself, but you left her alone in there for a maximum of two minutes before started barking and whimpering and crying for you. When you opened the shower curtain she was so happy she tackled you to the bathroom floor and hugged you, still naked.

She’s naked. You didn’t realize it until you stripped her of her clothes earlier, but you hadn’t seen her naked until then. Even when you got intimate, she was wearing a dress. When you removed her clothes – slowly taking off her dress, sliding her underwear down her legs, and slipping off her stockings – and saw her naked, pale skin for the first time, it really struck you with how much of a princess she looks like. Her skin is perfect and unblemished, if a little pale. She’s a little cold to the touch, and you wonder if that has anything to do with her being made of metal prior to wearing the crown. You know personally that she is burning hot inside under the right circumstances, but given that she’s pressed up against you naked as you try to give her a bath, you try not to think about that. You also try not to think about her pert breasts and cute, pale nipples.

You stand behind her as you turn on the shower and let it run over both of you. You can’t help but notice how the water runs down her nape, down the length of her back. Chompy barks in surprise as the water gets in her hair and on her body, and you hold her in place to calm her down before continuing. You pour shampoo into your palm, and rub your hands until bubbly, and you massage it into her scalp, earning little yips of enjoyment from her. You just notice it now, but Chompy’s bangs resemble those of Princess Toadstool, despite having a very different hairstyle.

After you’ve rinsed the suds off, you get the body wash and repeat the process. You clench your teeth in an attempt to control yourself as you rub the lather all over her heaving chest and sensitive back. You try not to think about how her panting has sped up in response to your rubbing, or how her yips have turned to moans as you soap her back.

As you rinse her off, it becomes impossible to not notice her naked rump pressed against your crotch. The pressure is too much to bear as you feel all blood in your body rush to your groin. You reach full mast in seconds, and your erect shaft plops down on the crevice of her ass. Chompy turns her head and makes eye contact with you, and from the bedroom eyes and pleading grin of sharp teeth, you understand that she wants it.

You stifle your heated breathing and place your hands on Chompy’s slim waist, pulling her to your thick pole. You take a moment to guide your rod to her hot entrance, dripping wet with both the shower water and with her natural lubricant. Teasing the head over her slit prompts a small cry and a shiver from Chompy, who stands on her tip toes to reach your hips. She places both hands on the shower wall and turns again to face you, her face soft and vulnerable like a puppy begging for love.

You thrust forward and give her want she wants. The cold water of the running shower contrasts with the melting heat of Chompy’s insides; it’s a strange feeling, but you definitely like it. You start moving your hips, and every inch of you that pistons in and out of her feels the sensation of cold water changing to her warm love juices. It sends shiver down your spine, and you wrap your arms around her torso in a hug as you continue taking her from behind.

Chompy, of course, loves it. Constant panting and moaning, along with the sound of running water and wet skin colliding, echoes in your small bathroom. Her arms seemed to have given out in her lust, as she now barely holds the wall as her face squishes against the tiles, her mouth open and tongue lolling out. You move one hand over to her clit, massaging and flicking and fondling, and your other hands to her breast, groping and squeezing and rubbing. Your attempts to bring her even more pleasure seem to work, as Chompy lets out ever louder and ever lewder noises.

It takes you by surprise when Chompy reaches up behind her and places a hand on your nape, pulling your head down to her shoulder. The look she gives you, a mix of unconditional love and extreme lust, sends you to orgasm. You hug her tight again as you slam your hips into hers, and kiss her shoulders as your prick spurts out glob after glob of your hot cum into her.

You both hold position until you’re completely spent. You pull out of her and let your jizz drip out, splashing on the shower room tiles. You keep hugging her, and you turn her head to place a loving kiss on her lips what she eagerly returns.

You’re both sweaty and sticky now, of course, and you take a real bath this time.

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You can’t resist laughing at how cute Chompy looks in your spare pajamas. They’re way too big for her, and they droop at the sleeves and the ends of the pants. Chompy doesn’t seem to mind though, and she happily stuffs her face into your hand-me-downs, sniffing at your old clothes.

You only have one bed, as you’ve ever only needed one until today. The bed itself is fit for one person, but that doesn’t stop you from sharing it with Chompy. You hold her close under the covers, cuddling and planting little kisses on her. She returns your affections by pressing her body against yours, basking in the love you show her. She makes soft barks and yips as you two snuggle in the small bed.

It shouldn’t surprise you when feel her press her butt against your groin again. Is she always horny or something? Of course, you’re certainly not complaining. Not when she nibbles your chin and sucks at your lips. You let your hands wander down to her warm and moist slit.

You throw the blanket off of you both to find her bottoms stained with her wetness. You attack immediately, pulling her pants down and kissing and licking at her box. She barks and moans in the darkness, and you see her throw her head up in pleasure as you eat her out. She doesn’t seem to know what to do with her hands, and she alternates between curling her fingers in your hair to holding the bedframe to tugging at the sheets.

She tastes delicious. The heavy scent of her sex draws you in, making you think of animals in heat with their pheromones. You could easily get addicted to this – her begging you to take her, and you so enthusiastically indulging her. It’s intoxicating to think about. Maybe you’ll mix it up a bit sometimes. When she begs, you’ll let her beg. See how far before she presents herself to you shamelessly. Or would she start taking charge when you don’t cooperate? To what lengths will she go just to have you?

These thoughts float in your head lightly as you continue servicing your princess. You momentarily look up to see her with a look of ecstasy, eyes rolled back and mouth open and drooling, little ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ escaping her parted lips every few seconds, her back arching off the mattress every now and again. You place your hands on her pristine thighs and continue your feverish licking, much to her apparent enjoyment.

You’re taken by surprise when her thighs press against your ears, locking your face in between her legs as she reaches a sudden orgasm. A very loud orgasm, mind you. Her whole body spasms and goes tense, and you ride through it, sucking and slurping at her quivering cunt. When she’s finally through that ordeal, she collapses limp on the bed, looking at you all starry eyed.

You smile reassuringly and whip out your engorged manhood. As you ready yourself at her entrance, she surprises you again by hopping off the bed, and running off to the couch.

You wait dumbfounded on the bed, watching her vault over the couch. Well, half a vault. Her naked butt hangs over the backrest, making you chuckle as it wiggles midair, her upper body lost behind the sofa. Finally, she hops back to her feet and runs back to you on all fours. You can’t see from this distance in the dark, but you see she’s got something in her mouth.

As she reaches the bed, you realize it’s her collar. That’s right, you left it behind on the sofa when you first freed her. She presents it to you with a pleading look.

Oh. Okay.

As if possessed by a boner demon, you throw her with surprising strength on to the bed, and she yips in excitement as you push her down on the mattress, clasping the collar in place on her neck. She starts breathing heavily, wiggling her bum at you despite the position she’s in. You give her slutty ass cheek a slap, eliciting a surprised yelp from the horny chompette. You place a heavy hand on her head and push it down face-first into the pillow, and she raises her ass the further down you push. Deciding that she’s had enough teasing, you jam your dick into her waiting pussy, and she moans like a little hussy.

You rock your hips against hers, tugging her chain with every movement. Chompy hugs the pillow and buries her face in it further, drooling into the cotton and attempting to muffle her erotic moans. You give her rump another slap for her valiant efforts to have some shame, and she only moans louder as the sting sets in. The creaking of your bed, the rattling of chains, the slapping of skin against red skin, and the incessant panting and groaning form a cacophony of sex around you.

Finally, a wave of pleasure crashes over you. You fit as much of you can inside of her before shooting your biggest load yet. You yank her chain as hard as you can, and Chompy loses all sense of control as she lets out a long, drawn out moan, toes curling, hands twitching, and womb milking. You let her massage your seed out of your dick a little while longer before you both collapse onto the bed, worn out and numb everywhere.

You manage to get a last look at her – she's so content in your arms, filled to the brim with your love – before drifting off to sleep.

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You wake up with a jolt, but remain laying on the bed. You felt an oppressive presence just now. A cold bead of sweat forms on your brow. Something’s not right.

You try to look at Chompy beside you, but you can’t move your neck. You can’t move. At all. The cold is biting at you, the air is so heavy, and you feel like you’re being crushed. Are you frozen out of fear? Is this nightmare?

You don’t feel Chompy beside you. Where did she go?

You hear a titillating giggle a little too close to your ear, ripping you from your thoughts. You scream, but no sound comes out of your open mouth. The unseen force giggles again in the unnaturally dark room.

“Do you enjoy fucking your dog like that, you freak?" asks an ethereal feminine voice mockingly.

That voice, seductive yet terrifying, sends goosebumps all over your skin. Especially when it starts giggling again.

Especially when the giggling becomes moans accompanied by a soft wet sound. The wet sound gets more frantic, as do the disembodied moans.

“Don’t be shy now,” continues the voice, managing to fit the sentence between ragged breathing and lusty groans. “Do you like it when she--”

All sounds are interrupted by a loud barking on your other side. Chompy!

The terrifying darkness fades into the more natural dark of the night. The weighted air holding you down disappears, and you look beside you to see Chompy angrily barking at something on your other side.

You shoot up and face the owner of the voice, and are stunned to see a young woman, skin as pale as snow and long, messy hair just as white, dressed in a white gown and a super crown. She shakes in fear as Chompy and you make eye contact with her, a hand stuck between her bare legs ending in hazy mist.

You’re looking at a booette.

You’re looking at a booette who was jilling off in your room while talking about how hard you fucked Chompy into the mattress.

“I-I’m sorry for intruding!!” she yells, throwing her hands over her face as she blushes profusely. “I-I’ll see myself o-out!” she continues, floating off at top speed to the far end of the room before disappearing behind the wall, in the direction of the abandoned room down the hall.

Chompy stops barking and gives you a hug before collapsing into the bed, snoring already. You take a few seconds to process what just happened before joining her under the covers, though you find it much harder to fall back asleep now.