The Inter-Dimensional Courtship of Bowser Koopa

Chapter 12
The Agreement


Bowser found Sami on the fore deck, lying just where he left her. Her face was ghost white; she did not breath.

Even though the return run left him with no breath in his lungs Bowser wanted to scream in anguish. She was dead. After all the doors, all the battles, she was dead. He wept, great salty tears that rolled from his snout off onto Sami’s shirt, stiff with dried blood. He had failed her.

Part of Bowser’s mind balked at this, and urged him to use the mushroom. She may let have enough life. She may yet be saved. It was a gruff voice, one of reason.

Bowser heeded it. Quickly and carefully, he laid the white and green mushroom over the bullet wound. With small push, the fungus dissipated into Sami’s body. A musical note chimed in the frosty air, the sound of magic at work. Then, all was silent except for the creaking wood of the airship and the whir of propellers. Sami remained still.

With Sami’s cold hand clasped by both of his own, Bowser lied prostrate on the ground, sobbing, mucus dripping from his nose. The sight of her firm but feminine body resting on the floorboards, pale as the ice covered mountain peaks around them, frail and somehow smaller in death pained him to the point of numbness. Bowser wept until his tears ran out and sleep claimed him from the day’s exhaustion.

It was a dreamless sleep, one that he did not wake from for the longest time.

A lifetime later, he awoke to soft caresses on his head and a calm voice in his ear.

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“Think she’s gonna be ok?” Iggy Koopa asked. “She’s been out of it for so long.”

Bowser responded with a grunt. Dishes and silverware clinked and rattled on the metal tray he carried. Normally, serving breakfast in bed was the servant’s duty. Bowser, however, had taken to waiting on Sami hand and foot over the last two weeks, nursing her back to health and rarely leaving her side. It was behavior his children and minions found puzzling and more than a little unsettling. Everyone, by now, had come to the same conclusion. Iggy, one of Bowser’s more loopy sons, decided this was the time to confirm it.

“Is she going to be our new mom?”

“That’s her decision. One she’ll not make until she’s settled.” It was the first thing Bowser had said all morning.

They reached the top of a spiraling staircase made of man-sized blocks of dark gray stone. Most of Bowser’s stronghold consisted of the same durable stone which kept the lower levels insulated with the heat of the molten rock that flowed beneath the structure, and chilly in the upper half. Sami’s room, however, held a large fireplace, well stocked and always kept burning.

Iggy parted ways with his father at the towering double doors that lead to the tower top suite that Sami had made her home. Bowser pushed his way past the doors, careful not to tip the tray too far and spill something. He also did his best to remain quiet, not wanting to wake her if she slept.

Sami had awakened back to life on the airship that day, the mushroom having completed its work slowly for she was very close to death. The joy at being alive and whole once more and in good company quickly faded in the all consuming realization of all that she had left behind. And lost.

The days crept by in a haze. On many, the once vibrant and athletic woman never left the bed. Others found her surveying the landscape from her lofty windows, as if awaiting a lost friend, or bracing herself to jump. This last possibility ate at Bowser every night, but he knew there was little he could do if she decided to leave. She seldom spoke, her face lined and haunted. Bowser had only to look in her eyes to see memories of a life lost, rushing by. Memories that once comforted or gave joy but now only brought hurt and grief. Bowser’s presence was often ignored altogether. There was nothing his big mouth could bare to say, so he would sit by her as she lay in bed, stroking one of her slender hands, or silently watched her watch the day go by.

This mourning he found her sitting upright in bed, her eyes bright and alert. As he scuttled across the red carpeted room with his rattling tray Sami shifted in bed to face him. She smiled. “All for me? How sweet.”

“You’re feeling better?” Bowser could hardly believe it, the same joyful disbelief that had seized him after killing Wart and finally grasping the 1-Up mushroom in his right hand.

Sami’s smile straightened a little as her eyes flicked once more to her favorite viewing window. “It was hard coming back. Leaving is one thing. Knowing everybody’s dead, that your home has been stolen. That’s worse. I couldn’t get it out of my head.” She accepted the tray across her lap. “I think I’m ready to start living again.”

Bowser grinned his toothy grin, and talked small talk about the goings on around the castle over the past two weeks. Sami listened, nodding and asking questions between bites.

When she had finished they cleared the tray and sat on the bed, looking at each other.

At last Sami said, “So, I’m being kept prisoner by my own private monster.”

“That was the agreed upon deal,” Bowser answered.

“You’re not quite the dragon I imagined when I was young, but you’ll have to do.”

Bowser pretended to look hurt. “Oh come on,” Sami continued, slapping him on the arm. “There are some things you can do for me a dragon can’t. Staying with me and holding my hand is one of them.”

“It was about the only thing I could do. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I think having you around kept reminding me of all that I still have. Without you, I would’ve jumped for sure.”

At this Bowser reached across and pulled her close, his eyes watering up. Sami closed her eyes and nestled close.

Afterwards Sami gave Bowser a sultry, come-hither look, a new experience for him. “There’s something else a dragon can’t do for me.” Sami pulled up her sleeping gown to reveal that she wore no underwear. “It’s been too damn long.” The look in Bowser’s eyes and the way his breathing grew ragged told her he agreed. “Just playing around this time. My energy’s not up for the full frontal assault just yet.” She took one of Bowser’s hands in hers and placed it between her legs. His middle finger immediately found her vulva, sliding into lip’s groove but not pushing inside.

Sami sighed. “Like the way your scales feel on it.” Bowser stroked her with the middle finger, speeding up until he was moving his entire arm up and down. His free hand and mouth explored the rest of her body, musty from staying in bed all yesterday. Bowser didn’t care, he couldn’t stop tasting her, breathing in her smells. Sami sensed his hunger for her and fed it by moaning encouragement and swirling her hips in rhythm to his stokes.

Pleasure filled her like a tickling slow burn, gathering in her clitoris and inner thighs. Bowser slowed the frantic pace and pressed harder. Muscles rippled inside her, releasing the gathered burning pleasure in waves of delight. Sami shouted out happily, and at last bent over Bowser’s arm, spent.

Bowser thought of asking her to get him off, but kept his mouth shut, an act made easier by all the recent practice.

“Thanks,” she said at last, “I needed that.” She glanced at his bulging member. “Sorry about that, I still feel pretty weak. After I’ve recovered, I’ll make it up to you. Two for one.”

The koopa king couldn’t help but to smile at that. “Need anything else, my would be Princess?”

“Take me to my window.” Bowser did so.

They stared out at the world, sharing their third intimate moment of the morning, making up for lost time. Each rolled over unspoken thoughts about the future inside their heads, plans for the future only just beginning to form. The brown, rocky land before them shone in the sunlight. Pools of magma case a red glimmer on the thick clouds that roiled in the gray sky above.

Bowser’s usual directness compelled him to ask what he most needed to know without further pussyfooting. “Will you be my mate? My queen?”

Sami did not hesitate. “Yes. As long as we’re equals in this.”

“It will be so for the first time in my life,” Bowser said. He faced her and cupped her upturned face in his hands. “In other words, you’ll have to be patient with me. But I’m still the King, and a King takes orders from no one.”

“And neither does a Queen,” Sami finished.

Bowser nodded. “You and me, kid. Against the world in a new war. Life and death.” Sami stared once more out at the new world. The amorphous shadows of the smog like clouds crept across the sunlit plains like ghosts. It was beautiful. A world, she knew, that she would take with Bowser at her side. She would have all of it.


The End.