DISCLAIMER: The following story contains BDSM, noncon, F/f, genderbending, and related sexual content. All characters are 18+ at the time of the story, and belong to their respective copyright holders.
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“The heck do you mean, you can’t reverse it?!”
“Your Evilness, I - ack!” Kamek shrieked, diving to the side as an oversized hammer sailed past him and smashed a hole in the floor he’d been standing on. By this point in his career, the head Magikoopa was highly experienced at having to dodge projectiles while delivering bad news; King Bowser’s temper was legendary at the best of times, and he had little patience for minions who failed him. Honestly, having weapons thrown at his head was a step up from having to avoid fireballs.
Bowser wasn’t holding back the fire breath this time out of mercy, though. At the moment, he was completely unable to breathe fire.
Or, perhaps, it might be more accurate to say she was completely unable to breathe fire.
“Darn it, none of this was supposed to happen!” the tanned redhead sitting on the throne seethed. Despite her buxom, humanoid body, her true identity was obvious to anyone who could see the signs: the horns growing from her head; the spiked bands around her arms, wrists, and neck; and the tail poking out behind her through a hole in her flowing black dress. This was Bowser, the powerful, ruthless King of the Koopas, trapped in the form of a supple maiden.
“It was just supposed to be a quick joke!” she groaned, flopping back on the throne. “I’d wear the crown and hang out with Mario for a bit, mess with the Princess’ head, have a good laugh, then go back home and get back to business as usual! Except I still have this crown stuck to my head, I’m still stuck in this tiny, squishy body, and the guy who’s supposed to be able to fix this kind of thing says there’s nothing he can do!”
“I didn’t say there’s nothing,” Kamek explained hastily. “I just need to perform some more tests before we try anything! You have to understand, Your Malevolence, this situation is completely unlike anything we’ve ever seen before!”
“Usually these ‘power-ups’ wear off after a short period of time or after the user sustains severe damage,” Kamek continued, regaining a bit of courage now that “Bowsette” was out of nearby items to throw at him. “The former seems unlikely, as we’ve long passed the point where it should have worn off.”
“But I’ve already tried damaging myself, and that didn’t work either!” Bowsette protested. One of the first things she’d tried was to smash her head against a brick wall. Instead of returning to normal or destroying the wall, she merely knocked herself out and had to be force-fed a Drumstick to wake up.
“Yes, as far as I can tell, the problem seems to come from the sheer difference between your normal form and the one provided by the crown,” Kamek explained. “Your current body, much like the Princess’s, isn’t particularly strong, but the crown appears to be basing its ‘damage threshold’, so to speak, on your much more durable original body. In this state, the amount of damage it would take to deactivate the power-up would be enough to kill you several times over!”
“So you’re saying I’m stuck like this until I die?” Bowsette yelled, shocked. Sure, she’d died before and it hadn’t exactly stuck, but it definitely wasn’t her idea of a good time!
“There are other options we could try first, Your Badness!” Kamek hurriedly interjected. “For example, if we repeatedly damaged and healed you, it might be enough to drain the energy of the power-up and force a reversion!”
“Oh, that’s so much better!” Bowsette snorted. “I thought my only options were dying or staying like this forever, but glad to know torture’s on the table too! Here’s a better idea: I find another one of these ‘Super Crowns’, slap it on your head, and see how many times I have to whack you with a hammer before you change back!”
“Y-y-your Vileness, th-that wouldn’t - “
Kamek never got the chance to finish his sentence, as one of the throne room walls picked that moment to explode in a cloud of stone dust. Taking advantage of the two Koopas’ momentary surprise, a blurry figure shot from the debris toward Bowsette and buried a fist in her stomach. The transformed ruler slumped forward, and her attacker quickly slung her over their shoulder and crashed back outside through the opposite wall.
Recovering his wits, Kamek rushed over to the hole where the intruder had exited, only to be bowled over by an intense rush of wind and the deafening sound of an airplane taking off. The Magikoopa rolled to his feet, a spell flashing to life on the tip of his wand, but the kidnapper’s escape vehicle was already a yellow blur disappearing over the horizon.
“...Of all the ironic…” Kamek grumbled. He hobbled to the throne Bowsette had been sitting on mere moments prior and flipped up a hidden latch on the armrest, revealing a concealed microphone.
“EVERYONE, BATTLE STATIONS IMMEDIATELY!” The intercom blared to life as Kamek shouted into it, filling the castle with his echoing voice. “KING BOWS- I mean, QUEEN BOWSET- I mean, um.. OUR RULER HAS BEEN KIDNAPPED!”
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“...Urrgh, did anyone get the number on that train?” Bowsette mumbled, her stomach aching as she awoke. She knew she was weaker in this body, but being knocked out with a single punch was just embarrassing!
At least she had a soft place to rest. She wasn’t sure what had happened while she was out, but she was lying on her back on a padded bench, her arms and legs dangling off the edges. It even had a hole cut out for her tail to fit through, so she could let it swing freely instead of having it bunched up uncomfortable under her.
Or at least it would be able to swing freely it someone hadn’t chained it to the underside of the bench.
“Wait, what?” Bowsette gasped. She tried to stand up and quickly discovered her tail wasn’t the only part of her tied down. Thick iron bands protruded from the legs of the bench, pinning her arms and legs to them in three places. Chains ensnared her body, the cold metal pressing into her naked flesh (whoever did this to her had evidently stolen her dress) and keeping her from rising. She couldn’t even turn her head; a smaller set of chains had been wrapped around her horns and looped under the bench, forcing her to stare up at the dungeon ceiling.
“About time you woke up,” a strangely familiar female voice said. “I didn’t think the crown would make you that much of a pushover!”
“Oh, big talk from someone who needed a sneak attack to beat me!” Bowsette snarled, even as she tried to figure out why she was getting such a strong sense of deja-vu. “Get your kicks in now, because the second this crown stops working, I’m gonna stomp you into next week!”
Judging by the laughter she got in response, the unseen woman wasn’t exactly cowed by Bowsette’s threat.
“You, beat me?” she scoffed, sounding like she was on the verge of bursting into giggles all over again. “That’s just… you really don’t remember what happened last time you picked a fight with me, do you?”
“I don’t even know who you - wait,” Bowsette interrupted herself, recalling distant memories of one of those insane parties her nemesis organized from time to time. “Now I remember you! You’re Princess… uhh… Tulip?”
The woman’s response was a furious slap that made Bowsette’s head rattle.
“It’s Daisy, darn it! Daisy!” she ranted. “Is my name really that hard to remember, or did I punch something loose upstairs?”
“Hey, it’s not my fault no one ever invites you to anything important!” Bowsette retorted, trying to mask her growing fear with bravado. Truth be told, she did remember Daisy - and the beatdown she’d received the first and only time they’d clashed. There was a reason the Koopas had never tried invading Sarasaland.
“Nothing important?” Daisy seethed. “I made it into the new Smash Bros. tournament!”
“So what? They’ll let anyone in there! I heard they’re even talking about letting one of my Piranha Plants join!”
“Why, you - urrgh!” Daisy grunted. “Okay, let’s see you wisecrack with this in your mouth!
Bowsette heard Daisy grab something off a nearby table. She quickly clamped her lips shut, but it wasn’t enough to stop Daisy’s deceptively-strong hands from forcing her jaws open and wedging a metal ring between her teeth. Before she could spit it out, Daisy buckled the connecting straps of the ring gag tightly behind her head.
“So I bet you’re wondering why I kidnapped you, huh?” Daisy said over Bowsette’s distorted grunts. “You see, Peach and I keep in touch, and she told me all about your little crown prank and how it backfired on you. And that got me thinking: after all the times you’ve kidnapped my friend, isn’t it about time someone showed you how it feels to be a damsel in distress?”
Suddenly, Bowette squealed as Daisy seized her boobs with both hands, roughly squeezing the sensitive flesh.
“Of course, I’m probably a lot more ‘hands-on’ than you are, but I’ve got lots of kidnappings to make up for!”
“GEH AFF!” Bowsette roared, straining against her chains. “DUNN HUCH MH!”
“Not gonna happen!” Daisy teased. “Damsels don’t get to decide what the villain does to them! They just get to sit there, look pretty, and wait for a hero to come rescue them!”
Her hands trailed up Bowsette’s breasts, and she began to tease the redhead’s nipples, pinching and rolling them between satin-gloved fingers.
“Not that a hero’s coming for you, though! No one knows where you are, and there’s no reason they’d come looking around here. You aren’t getting out of here until I decide I’m done with you!”
“AHM NAH A DMMHLL!” Bowsette screamed in outrage, trying to hide just how much Daisy’s groping was beginning to affect her. Even in this new body, she recognized the signs of her own arousal.
“You’re not fooling anyone, you know?” Daisy said idly as she shifted back from gentle teasing to rough groping. “I’ve messed around with Peach and Rosie before, so I know my way around a girl’s body. And I know exactly how horny this is making you!”
Her right hand released Bowsette’s chest, and a moan escaped the Koopa’s lips as she felt two fingers rubbing against her moist slit.
“See? You’re already gushing down here!” Daisy said with a smug grin, the tips of her fingers tracing the edges of Bowsette’s entrance. “I bet I could just slide whatever I want right in here, couldn’t I?”
“DHNN YUU - AAAAAH!” Bowsette shrieked, her protest interrupted when Daisy’s gloved fingers entered her.
“Wow, you’re tighter than I thought you’d be!” Daisy laughed, her fingers pumping in and out of Bowsette’s pussy. “And pretty sensitive too, from the volume of that scream! Guess your new body’s a lot more like Peach than I thought!”
Bowsette couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “It has to be a lie, right? There’s no way she and Peach would be… would be…” Images of the two princesses together flooded her mind, and she couldn’t resist letting out a loud moan at the thought. That moan would prove to be the first of many, as Daisy abruptly switched from two fingers to four, stretching out Bowsette’s pussy to its limits.
“You really are obsessed, you know that?” Daisy taunted. “All I have to do is mention Peach a few times, and you’re wetter than a water slide! I bet if she were here watching you, you’d beg for her to take a strapon and screw your brains out!”
“AHH HUUDD NAHH!” Bowsette insisted, but something about the idea of Peach taking advantage of her stuck in her mind, heightening her arousal even more.
“What’s wrong with me? Normally I wouldn’t even think of letting someone tie me up, so why can’t I stop thinking about it? This new body has to be messing with my head somehow!”
“Well sorry, but Peach isn’t here right now!” Daisy said, her fingers pumping faster and faster. “But between you and me, you probably wouldn’t like her much anyway. I’m a lot more fun to be around!”
Unfamiliar as it was, Bowsette recognized the sensation building within her feminine body for what it was. The Koopa queen strained against the manacles with newfound intensity, desperate to escape the humiliation she knew was about to come, but the skilled hands of the princess were beyond her power to resist. With a heaving moan, Bowsette experienced her first orgasm as a woman, her pussy walls clenching around the probing fingers.
A triumphantly-grinning Daisy pulled her hand from the redhead’s trembling snatch. Delicately, she removed the dripping wet glove and laid it flat across Bowsette’s face, watching in amusement as her captive tried and failed to break the chains around her horns and shake the glove off.
“Come on, what are you so upset about?” Daisy teased. “A girl’s first time is supposed to be special, so I figured I’d let you get a good look at the glove that took your virginity! Hmm… maybe I should ball it up and stick it in that loud mouth of yours so you can see how it tastes!”
“Hreeff… reh me guh…” Bowsette begged, her pride in tatters from the forced orgasm. She couldn’t see what Daisy was doing, but the sounds of rustling cloth and a zipper being undone painted an ominous picture. “Is she... taking her clothes off?”
“Let you go?” Daisy repeated, sounding incredulous. “Why would I let you go already? Adding up all the times you’ve kidnapped her, Peach has probably spent years locked up in your castle! Believe me, I haven’t even started paying you back!”
Another sound echoed through the dungeon: wheels squeaking, moving toward Bowsette before stopping at the foot of the bench. She yelped as something unseen pressed into her labia, just barely resting against her clit.
“Don’t worry, by the way! I won’t really make you chew on my glove,” Daisy said, plucking the cum-soaked garment off Bowsette’s face. “I’ve got a much better way to keep you quiet!”
That was all the warning Bowsette got before Daisy straddled the bench and seated herself on Bowsette’s face.
Daisy listened to Bowsette’s muffled outcries for a few moments before sighing. “Really? You aren’t licking yet? Even a dumb damsel like you should know what to do here! Well, good thing I set up something to motivate you before I climbed up here!”
With her face buried in Daisy’s snatch, Bowsette couldn’t see the princess press a button on a remote in her hand. She could, however, feel the vibrating wand against her pussy buzz to life, as well as the lubed-up dildo that began to prod into her asshole.
“NNNNHHHH!”
“And just think, there’s four more settings above this one!” Daisy said, raising her voice to make sure Bowsette could hear her over her gagged screams. “Right now, it’s just the head of the dildo teasing your ass. Can you imagine how deep it’d go on the highest setting?”
Even as panicked as she was, Bowsette got the message almost immediately. Swallowing the remains of her shredded pride, her tongue began to delve into Daisy’s folds.
“Ohhh, there we go!” Daisy hissed, sucking in a deep breath of air through her teeth as Bowsette serviced her. “Looks like you got a few of Peach’s skills, too! I should know, she’s practiced on me often enough!”
Bowsette faltered at the thought of her longtime crush eating out her captor, momentarily losing herself in a fantasy. That cost her dearly, as Daisy frowned and pressed another button on the remote, causing the “motivator” to pick up speed and thrust deeper into her ass. With a pained cry of shock, Bowsette quickly resumed licking, now even more vigorously than before.
“That’s what you get for slowing down!” Daisy scolded her, emphasizing her disapproval with a hard swat to Bowsette’s breasts. “And don’t think I’ll even consider turning that machine off until you’ve gotten me off!”
With a sad moan, Bowsette continued to pleasure Daisy’s pussy as best she could through the metal ring in her mouth. Judging by Daisy’s heavy breathing, she was doing a surprisingly good job.
“You’re already a natural at this!” Daisy moaned. “It almost makes me wonder: is this all Peach’s skill, or were you just a submissive slut already? Well, I can think of one way to find out!”
Suddenly, Bowsette found herself screaming in pain as Daisy’s palm came down on her breasts with incredible force. She didn’t have time to catch her breath, as Daisy swiftly followed up with another slap. Then another. And another.
To Bowsette’s surprise, though, her screams didn’t sound quite the same as they did before. They almost sounded like… moans?
“That settles it!” Daisy laughed. “Peach is into some kinky stuff, but even she wouldn’t get off on a hit like that! Congratulations, Bowsette! You’re a natural-born painslut!”
“What? No!” Bowsette thought, horrified. “That can’t be right! There has to just be something wrong with this stupid crown that’s making me like thiIIIIISSSS!”
Her train of thought was derailed as the vibrator intensified once more and the dildo pounded into her almost to the hilt.
“Oh, and just because I smacked your boobies around a bit doesn’t mean you get to stop licking!” Daisy reminded her. “You may be a painslut, but that just means I have to train you harder to make sure you can keep eating pussy no matter what, even if I do something like this!”
She grabbed the redhead’s nipples and twisted cruelly, making her shriek once again. Unlike last time, Bowsette managed to maintain her focus and keep licking, her fear of incurring another punishment overcoming her pain.
“See, you’re already learning!” Daisy panted, her own arousal building from Bowsette’s service. “Man, if I’d known you’d be such a great plaything, I’d have kidnapped you years ago! It’s not like you’re strong enough to stop me even in your normal body, after all! Now, be a good painslut and keep… keep… AAAHHHHH!”
As Daisy came, she wrapped her hands around Bowsette’s breasts once again, squeezing and mashing them together as she coated the bound queen’s face with her juices. Even as tears formed in her eyes, Bowsette forced herself to keep eating Daisy out until the princess came down from her orgasm and climbed off of her.
“I’ve had better, but that was really good for your first time!” Daisy praised Bowsette, leaning in and kissing her on the forehead. “I think you deserve a reward for that…”
“Yehh…” Bowsette panted. She heard another button click on the remote, and sighed in relief. However, instead of the respite she was hoping for, the vibrator rattled into overdrive and the dildo sped up, pounding its full length into her with mind-shattering force!
“MMMMMHHHHH! NNNNNNHHH! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!”
“What’re you acting so surprised for?” Daisy said with a cruel laugh. “For a painslut like you, getting fucked by that machine until you can’t stand for a week is the best reward I can give you! And I hope you weren’t expecting your tits to get off lightly, because I’ve got a flogger with your name on-”
A new voice cut Daisy off, one that both her and Bowsette recognized all too well. “I think that’s quite enough!”
“Peach!” Daisy gasped, surprised by the other princess’s unexpected arrival in the dungeon. “How did you- I mean, I can explain!”
“Oh, I think I already know what’s happening here,” Peach said, not sounding very happy. “You heard about what happened to Bowser - well, I suppose it’s Bowsette at the moment - and decided to take matters into your own hands. Really, Daisy, you should know I don’t need you protecting me!”
Even with the “motivator” working her over, Bowsette could barely hide her relief. She was saved! And just in the nick of time - this stupid machine was about to make her cum all over again!
“Now, give me that remote!” Peach ordered.
“F-fine…” Daisy mumbled, handing it over. One click of a button later, the vibrator and dildo were slowing to a stop.
Except they didn’t stop. Instead, they merely slowed down to the first setting, teasing Bowsette instead of outright fucking her.
“Whahh? NNHHH!” Bowsette groaned, trying to grind her hips into the device and achieve the climax that was just out of her grasp.
“Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was when I showed up at Bowsette’s castle ready to kidnap her myself, only to find out you already took her without telling me?” Peach scolded Daisy, ignoring the struggling Koopa girl.
“I was going to invite you later,” Daisy protested, “but I wanted to take my turn with her first! You know I love you, Peach, but you’re way too cruel when it’s your turn to be the domme!”
“Oh, I don’t think I’m that bad,” Peach giggled, sounding like even she didn’t believe what she was saying. “Very well, I’ll forgive you for now, but you’ll be making it up to me later. Now, how many times has she cum so far?”
“Just one, but I think she was almost to a second when you came in,” Daisy admitted.
“Well, I hope that one was enough to satisfy her,” Peach said with a smile, looming over Bowsette. “You know my opinion on letting naughty girls cum when they’re being punished, and she’s kidnapped me enough to earn a lot of punishment.”
Daisy moved to Bowsette’s other side, making sure she saw both the flogger in her hand and the crop she passed to Peach. “You might have to make some adjustments, because she’s the biggest masochist I’ve ever seen! She might just wind up cumming from us whipping her tits!”
Peach giggled again. “Daisy, you of all people should know just how good I am at keeping girls on the brink. But I think we’ve ignored our new playmate long enough. Why don’t we see if I can make her beg even louder than you?”
“Hey, don’t bring that up in front of her!”
Daisy’s flogger and Peach’s crop came crashing down on Bowsette’s breasts in unison, and she cried out in pain and shameful pleasure. In the back of her mind, she recalled one of Kamek’s suggestions, and hoped that this torture would be enough to drain the crown’s power. From the look in the princess’s eyes, they had no intentions of letting her go as long as she was in this body, nor would they give her a moment of mercy before then...
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