The Inter-Dimensional Courtship of Bowser Koopa

Epilogue


Rouge came to at night, sprawled out on a bed of soft grass. She was in a glen, nestled between great rolling hills, great black shapes that hunched in the darkness. A small stream burbled nearby.

The bat explored her surroundings with a mounting sense of dread. She tried to tell herself that she was near Azure Lake, that just over the rise there would be the forest and then familiar ground. But the more time she spent in this place, the less likely that seemed. It was a similar scene of natural beauty, but everything looked different in subtle ways she could not yet discern. The air and plants smelled foreign.

As she approached the stream banks to wash her face, the sound of heavy footfalls approached from around the bend of the nearest hill. There was no time to hide before what made the noise rounded the pass and came for her. She was caught in the open, and what approached was so strange that she could only stand dumbstruck and watch.

It was a great green reptile of some sort, with a large rounded snout and a white belly. On its back was a small leather saddle, and upon the saddle sat the oddest human Rouge had ever seen. He wore dungarees and a green shirt, the same green as his steed’s hide. A matching billed cap with a black L embroidered on the front sat over a mop of semi-curly black hair. His nose was large, with a black mustache to match, eyes blue tinged with kindness.

“Are you lost?” he asked in a strange accent. He hopped from his ride and walking close. The reptile waited patiently as the man in green looked her over. “You need some help?”

Rouge realized her mouth was slightly ajar. The master thief collected herself in a rush, looking down at herself and saw that her clothes were ruined. One pale breast hung free in the night air, and in her crotch the fabric was bunched tight enough to show her camel toe. She considered blushing, but decided to skip it.

“I don’t think there’s anything you’re gonna be able to do for me, fella,” she said. “Just what is it you do around here, anyways? Where am I?”

“The Mushroom Kingdom! I and my brother protect this land, and we look after the princess,” he answered in a voice almost singsong.

Rouge’s large pointed ears perked at this bit of fine news. It was the habit of princesses to be wealthy, and naturally had the best connections. And here was one of her best knights, if the storybooks of Mobius were correct, a powerful man. She looked the man up and down, this time taking note of a sizeable bulge in his jeans.

“Maybe you can do something for me after all,” and she slipped the leotard down off her shoulder to free her other breast. “What’s your name, big boy?”

The man’s eyes had grown distant. His voice came out slow and thick. “Luigi. You look very nice…”

“Bet you say that to all the women you rescue,” Rouge said. With a deft slither she was out of everything except her boots and gloves. She marched up to Luigi and kissed him full on the lips, breathing heavily the whole time. It was an old trick—using the sound of one’s voice to set the pace of things.

Luigi responded immediately with a hunger that revealed itself in every touch, rubbing her back and ass with hands that remained gloved. Their mouths took turns swallowing each other, the kissing noisy and wet.

The dungarees were off in no time. The spicy salty smell of Luigi’s sex assured her that this first impression was best made fast. She could almost see the blue tint of the poor man’s balls.

With all the effortless grace that her profession had bestowed to her hands, Rouge pulled back the foreskin and slurped the shaft into her mouth. Within seconds, precum formed a coating inside her mouth that tasted something like gauze. The saliva flowed freely; she endeavored to make a grand show of it as she withdrew Luigi’s penis from her mouth, pausing artfully to left the glistening strands of spit form a sagging robe bridge between them, then back down she went, greeting his moist crimson head with a few swirling flourishes of the tongue.

Both of Luigi’s hands came down to wrap around her head, just behind the ears. He was gentle, but insistent as he pushed her farther in. He was doing all the thrusting now, brining the coarse black pubic hair of his crotch close enough to ticker her nostrils. He made ridiculous “Oooh oooh oooh,” sounds that brought the bat close to laughter.

Then it was over. Luigi sprayed what must have been years of celibacy into her mouth and over her face. She couldn’t say that it tasted bad.

The knight in green cloth helped her clean up. When they were through, Luigi offered her a ride on his animal back to the palace he served. “We’ll-a figure out how best to help you there,” he assured. “You have my word.”

Rouge grinned, not for the first time that night, and certainly not the last. “Oh, I’m not worried. In fact, I think this is the start of something wonderful.” She did not say what else she thought.