How did it even come to this, you wonder as you press your back to the wall, a feminine face full of teeth just half a foot from your own. You try to think of a way out, but you can't hear your thoughts over the overwhelmingly loud barking coming from the person - at least, it probably counts as a person, in that form - hovering inches from your face, keeping you trapped in the corner of the abandoned dungeon.

It is, without even a sliver of doubt, a chain chomp. It may not immediately resemble one in it's current form, but one look at its round, glassy eyes devoid of higher thought, or its large sharp teeth that glimmer like polished metal, or the fact that its chain-tethered by the neck to an old wooden stake in the cobblestone floor it so incessantly keeps trying to break free from, and one would know what it is.

Or rather, what *she* is.

A golden super crown, positively sparkling in the dimly lit dungeon, sits precariously on the top of her head. A thick steel collar is locked firmly around her neck, an equally thick chain keeping her in place. The crown and collar are easily the most well maintained part of her appearance - the black dress she is wearing, which you could imagine once resembled that of Princess Toadstool of the Mushroom Kingdom, is torn from the knees down, and an empty divot over the bosom calls attention to the missing gem pin that adorns all Princess' gowns. Black unkempt hair stretches down from her head to the floor, sweeping at the ground behind her. Through her torn dress you can see that one of her white royal stockings had gone missing, and she has no shoes at all.

Its not like she could have fixed herself up, assuming she had the mental capacity for that. A large, heavy looking block of solid brick encases her arms from the elbow down, keeping them bound behind her back, away from you. That is most certainly a good thing, as you are well within arms reach of her. Had she had access to her hands, she would've have pulled you in and taken a bite out of you with those sharp, metallic mouth-spikes some would call "teeth".

Every few seconds, she runs to the other side of the room, past the stake she's chained to, and barks at you. Really loudly. Then she stops, and rushes forward with her mouth wide open. Then, just short of your face, she reaches the end of her chain, and her jaws snap closed in the most unsettling way possible. In the echo of the dungeon, the sound of her teeth meeting with all that force sounds like the massive steel doors of Bowser Castle slamming shut. Then she bites the thin air for a few more seconds while struggling against her bonds. Then she gets tired, and fixes you with a glassy stare, smiling but panting, perfectly shined teeth gleaming. Then, only then, do her eyes light up, as if realizing she can't reach you. Then she runs to the other side of the room.

And tries again.

And again.

And again.

Now that you think about it, this is exactly how normal chain chomps act - like guard dogs. So why is she cooped up in a dusty old dungeon? Looking around you while moving as little of your body as possible, you observe your surroundings. The place is falling apart - the roof caved in just as you passed by, which is how you got here in the first place. So it's not being maintained, and it appears the chomp - or, chompette - was forgotten by whoever used this place last. There's no flags or banners around bearing the face of Queen Bowsette (formerly known as King Koopa), but you still wouldn't rule it out. So if she was here for a long time, how'd she get a crown?

Everything started getting weird throughout the kingdoms when King Koopa stole the super crown from Princess Toadstool and her loyal subject, Toadette, and used it on himself. You're not privy to royal drama, but everyone has heard some form of rumor about it. 'Bowser just wanted to get back at Peach for rejecting him one too many times.' 'Bowser is always kidnapping the princess because deep down he wants to be a princess.' 'The Mario brothers would never hit a princess, so Bowser turned himself into one so they can't foil his plans.' And of course, 'Bowser is making an army of cute princesses to take over the world with their cuteness.'

That one was always regarded as a joke for the first two or three days, to lighten the mood when people would worry too much about Bowser's antics. Since then you've heard rumors of countless other people, nefarious, benevolent, and civilian, use replica super crowns for their own purposes.

It's been ten days since the crown was stolen. You saw several enthusiastic goombettes watching the tennis semi-finals last week. You ordered a woohoo blend at Starbeans from a very shy booette the other day. You bumped into, and got lost for words trying to apologize to, a snarky bullet belle this morning. Everywhere you went, everywhere you looked, there was an -ette or two. These past few days, they were beginning to outnumber the normal toads at Toad Town.

And they are all adorable. Whether or not Bowsette's goal is to conquer the world with an army of cute girls, you don't doubt the effectiveness of such a plan.

Looking now at the chain chomp girl before you, the crown on her head still perfectly fine despite all her struggling, you realize she, too, is very cute. It's a bit hard to think that when she's trying to rip out your throat, but its the truth. Her round, empty eyes and dilated pupils, her crescent moon grin full of blades for teeth, her messy black hair, and her generally dishevelled appearance have a charm of their own. You find her whimpers and whines as she fails to reach you endearing, her blank unthinking stare positively heartwarming. You wouldn't mind freeing her if you weren't trapped.

Oh right, you're trapped. If only you were an Italian plumber. Those guys are deceptively acrobatic. No doubt you would've triple jumped out of here by now had you the agility of a portly mustached maintenance man. But you, sadly, are you, and will have to use your brains to find a way home with your head still on your shoulders.

A sickening crunch of cobblestone snaps you out of your thoughts. A weight barrels into you, and all you can see is messy black hair as the chompette tackles you to the ground. Her barks are louder than ever before, echoing in the chamber and ringing in your ears.

You didn't think you'd die like this - eaten alive by a surprisingly cute girl. There are worse ways to go, you think, but you would've preferred living. You close your eyes and accept your fate.

You wait for metal teeth to dig into you, but a few seconds pass with nothing, the barking having died down into excited pants. You force one eyelid open, and then another, to find the chompette straddling your hips, staring at you with heavy breaths.

This is a life or death situation. Don't get a boner.

But there is a disheveled girl stradling you. She's breathing heavily.

Just then, she bends down, practically laying on top of you, and sniffs at your neck.

This is it, she's decided to bite you now. Don't get a boner.

You can't help but feel her hot breaths on your neck as her natural, unwashed feminine scent fills your nostrils.

Don't get a boner.

You get a boner.

At this point you'd rather just die quickly, but any hopes for that are dashed away as the chompette straightens up on top of you. She looks down inquisitively at your groin for a few seconds, still panting.

When she shimmies down, now effectively sitting on your knees, and brings her face down to your crotch, it makes you full mast. She sniffs and pants and whimpers at the stiffening tent in your pants, struggling against the block of bricks encasing her arms.

You take a second to sit up - carefully, so as not to startle the girl with deadly sharp teeth that's investigating your groin - and look to the center of the abandoned chamber. It seems she managed to pull the stake out of the ground with sheer force alone, but her hands are still bound by the brick block.

With a bark, the chompette shoves her head into your chest, forcing you back to the floor. She attempts to crawl back on top of you, her face nuzzled in your shirt, but her lower body seems to have other plans.

She's humping your right leg. Soft whimpers and coos loosen from her lips as she continues slapping her hips against yours. You begin to feel a moist spot on your right thigh.

It is much, much too late to say 'don't get a boner'. If you thought you were at full mast earlier, you are surprised to find yourself even harder than that. It's beginning to hurt.

Throwing caution to the wind, you throw your arms around the chompette, earning a small yelp of surprise. With all your might, and a few gutteral grunts, you manage to flip yourselves over, and now you find yourself on your hands and knees, looking down at empty black eyes. Looking down on a chompette on heat.

Your hands find themselves on your pants as you kiss and suck at the chained girl's neck, danger be damned. Her lewd whines and occasional throaty groans echo all around as you undo your bottoms, freeing your impossibly erect length. You paw at her ruined dress, managing to pull up the remains of the skirt to find her naked, sopping wet sex. You straighten up to admire her slit, and she seems to return the favor by looking between her legs and lighting up at your exposed shaft. She lets out a happy bark.

Are you really about to do it with a chain chomp? One that might not have been a girl prior to wearing the crown? Here, in the dusty ruins of an old dungeon?

Yes.

You plunge yourself into her, and have your breath taken away by the pure heat. It's so, so hot inside of her, it almost stings. You try to take a few seconds to reel in your senses, but the chompette underneath you has other ideas. She wraps her legs around your waist tightly, and begins wildly bucking her hips upward to meet yours. It seems you are forced to just take it as she fucks herself silly on your dick. You throw your head back and moan as the girl under you pants and howls and yips with every movement. You feel a familiar tightening in your loins, and suddenly all senses come back to you.

In just a split second, your mind formulates a bevy of questions. Can chain chomps get pregnant with human sperm? How do chain chomps reproduce anyway? Since she's wearing a crown, and she obviously has a human vagina, she must have a human reproductive system. What happens if she gets pregnant, and the crown comes off? Are you the kind of guy who nuts and bolts? Are you really okay with leaving a girl you shared a tender moment with trapped in a dungeon, possibly carrying your child? By god, what would your possible child look like? What happens when this is over?

You feel a sharp pain as the chompette sinks her teeth into your shoulder, taking you from your thoughts again. You'd think that would be a deal breaker, but good lord, it sends you over the edge, and you spill your seed into her. The chompette tightens her leg-grip on your waist, digging her heels into your back. She slams her hips with a mighty force into yours, taking your prick up to the hilt in her fiery womb. She absolutely milks your balls for your cum, and you let out an embarrasingly feminine cry as you empty yourself - or rather, get emptied - into the chompette's box.

For a few seconds, you two hold this position, and when the last drop is spent, you finally collapse on top of her. Both of you are breatheless, panting, gasping for air. With post-coitus clarity you pull out of her, and you're astonished at how cool the air of the is around you now. You slowly get back up and --

You are thrown onto your back with ease. The chompette straddles you once more, seemingly determined for a second round. She sinks your meat back into her, and begins bouncing on it, panting wildly. Her eyes are even more glazed than usual, and with frantic movements she rides your rod. It takes a second for you to realize she's looking at your other shoulder, licking her lips.

In an effort to protect yourself from another 'love bite' you reach up at her collar- you tell yourself it's because it hurts and it's unpleasant, but honestly it's because you're afraid you'd develop a fetish for being bitten if she does it again. Thinking fast, you pull at her chain away from you, and she knocks her head back from the force.

Her knees give out, and falls off of you, onto her shoulder with a considerable 'thud'. Were you too strong with the chain? Is she hurt?

She gets on her knees before you, and turns her head to make eye contact with you. You can practically see the hearts in her eyes as she sways your hips seductively at you, a mixture of her love juice and your cum dripping out. She whimpers softly, waiting for you.

You shiver a little at how aroused you are. You place a tentative hand on the chain, and give it another tug - this time more gentle. She yelps in pleasure. Your throat is suddenly very dry, and you swallow your spit as you give her chain another testing yamk - a little harder now. An extremely shameless, erotic moan escapes her, and her upper body gives out. Her face hits the floor, drool pookling at her cheeks. There's definitely hearts in her eyes now.

That's all the provocation you need. You slam your dick into her, and are welcomed back into her molten core. You pull her chain with just enough force to elicit a response, and are pleased to see the chompette's eyes roll up in ecstasy, a whimper of joy on her mouth. With one hand on her ass cheeks and one hand on the chain, you fuck her like a wild animal. The sound of wet skin colliding with wet skin, and panicked lewd yelps, yips, and moans fill the dungeon. You're sure you're audible even outside the sunken ruins, but you just don't care. You keep going and going, and you don't even need to check if your partner is enjoying herself - she's happy to let you know in the form of loving looks and groans of pleasure.

You feel a heat boiling in you again, and you keep going, not a care in the world for consequences. Finally, when you're at your peak, you let out a herculean roar and slam your hips into her own. You press your face into the chompette's shoulders and yank with all the force you can muster. The chompette seems to like it, given that she lets out a long shriek and explodes on your dick, her whole body tensing up and spasming, her inner walls milking you again for what you so readily give her. You shoot your hot cum as deep in her as you can, and for a few seconds, you both know nothing but bliss.

After taking a moment to catch your breath, the sweet chompette beneath you panting like a happy puppy, you finally release yourself from her, unplugging her hole. Dollops of cum - yours and hers - come pouring out, pooling on the dungeon floor. She gives you another loving look and cheerful bark before fluttering into a deep sleep.

...

Now what?

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"Oh, she's your pet?" asks the Toad Town tailor, an older female toad. One of the last toads to not wear a super crown, you note - her assistants have already made the change.

You nod shyly in response. Technically you shouldn't be so sheepish - lots of people have chain chomps for pets. But then again, you are the first one to have a princess chomp as a pet. You got an uncomfortable amount of glances and stares as you led a very obedient Chompy through town.

"Don't worry dear, we'll fix her right up," the tailor assures you.

You give Chompy a pet, tousling her already tousled hair, and hand her leash to an assistant. To her credit, the assistant doesn't seem hesistant at all. She leads Chompy to a back room where they'll measure her and fit new clothes to replace her rags from the dungeon.

"Poor dear, who knows how long she's been trapped in that dungeon," the tailor sighs. "She's lucky you found her, you know! Say, how about I'll contact the salon, have her cleaned up while we make a dress for her? She could use a hair cut, and a proper bath," she adds. "Then she'll look like a real princess!"

You nod enthusiastically. You have the coins for it, and you'd rather spend it on Chompy then anything else.

You look over at the back room, and see toad assistants taking the chompette's measurements. Chompy seems to notice you looking, and gives you her signature adorable grin, full of sharp metallic teeth, and gives you a happy bark.