The Inter-Dimensional Courtship of Bowser Koopa

Chapter Two:
Fox Swap


Bowser awoke that morning to find the items handed to him in his “dream” resting on the nightstand.

Getting over his shock, the koopa king spent the rest of the day getting his affairs in order. Things could run themselves for a few days, but he regretted forgetting to ask Pit just how long it he might be gone. Didn’t really matter, he concluded. The kid icarus had told him there would be five “tasks.” Surely he’d be done in a day. It was now a matter of waiting to see if this ordeal proved to be someone’s idea of a joke (for which they would pay dear), or if this was a real quest to catch a mate.

On the second morning after the dream what he only half expected happened. A door made of dark red wood and braced with iron appeared in the center of his bedroom. Bowser had been wiping the remains of a late breakfast off his lips when he meandered into his room and found it there, standing in sturdy doorframe, but with no hinges. He walked around it to found that it appeared the same on both sides. Twisting the doorknob in one claw he could not budge it. Oh yes. Need the key.

Placing the three treasures inside his shell's storage along with a few extra items, he placed himself before the portal and took a deep breath. Here he was, scrabbling about all morning getting ready to leave, and he hadn’t even made up his mind to go. Everything about this felt impulsive, but he couldn’t muster the will to turn back. One clawed hand reached out and twisted the doorknob. This time, with the Key on his person, the door swung open with ease, revealing a static rectangle of darkness beyond the frame. With another heavy sigh he stepped through.

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“I don’t really know what’s wrong with me. I have to admit, I’ve never pictured myself as a one-woman guy.” Fox McCloud, mercenary fighter pilot extraordinaire settled back onto the sheets. “Don’t get me wrong Krystal. I’m in love with you, and I don’t resent our monogamous relationship one bit. It’s just that I feel…”

“Restless?” Krystal finished. Her blue and purple hairs clashed against her mate’s orange and yellow hues as she snuggled up next to him.

“Yeah. That’s it. Like there’s something missing. Something fun and exciting we could be doing in bed, but we’re not.” His sharp eyes met hers evenly as his paw stroked her naked back. “I probably sound horribly ungrateful.”

“No. I feel it too. I think it’s time for a change of pace in our love life. Just not sure what that could be. Tell you what. Lets get dressed and go dancing.”

“A bit of the ol’ nightlife couldn’t hurt. Great idea. I’m getting turned on already.”

Krystal gripped her lover’s stiffening member. “Up for one more quickie before we head out?”

“Oh Hell yes.”

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Before, Bowser feared causing an alarm with his sudden appearance in a strange world. It was with great relief that he now found himself in a world of intelligent, non-human creatures. Except for the fact that they wore clothes and he wore nothing save for the quiver of arrows strapped to his shell, nobody gave him a second glance. Being at least over a foot taller than everyone else around him helped keep it that way. Behind him an empty lot betrayed no trace of his supernatural entrance.

For one second after walking over the threshold he had felt insubstantial, as if his mind had torn free from his body. Then he was standing on the sidewalk of some unknown metropolis like a decimal appearing in a miscalculated sum.

The impression of being in a city far in advance of any he had visited before impressed itself upon him immediately. Buildings shaped into perfect geometric shapes stood in clusters amongst wide-open fields of green. Sleek aircraft zipped overhead, power cells humming. Time slowed as he took it all in. Everything had a clean, antiseptic gleam. This was clearly a civilization based on technology instead of magic.

After checking himself for any sign of injury or tampering he lumbered down the path. The marvels around him remained unobserved for the most part, his brain filtering out what it found uncomfortable. As he traveled, the only strange wonders that would capture his attention would be the little things: an inventive toy on display here, a speedy hover bike decked in chrome there. Wandering the streets proved confusing. Everything looked mostly the same, and every sign was in a language he didn’t understand. He was amazed that he could understand the spoken language, however.

After spending an hour or three watching the bustling city throb with citizens rushing about to work or play, it finally occurred to Bower to check the Scroll of Distant Heralds, or the scroll as he called it. The fear abandonment in this world had filled him, and he now wished to know his task. Failure could mean banishment, or so Pit had claimed, so it was best to remain focused he felt.

No sooner did he open it than he found black letters in a flourishing hand appear on the paper. They seemed to be made of ink, but when he ran the tip of a claw over them, the “ink” would waiver and part around the nail only to settle back into place.

A page and a half of text scrolled over the parchment’s surface, words disappearing by the time they touched the top edge. Bowser re-read every word as they passed.

When the entire message had faded Bowser put the scroll back into his shell’s storage and started walking. Where, he didn’t know just yet, but he needed the time. The instructions were so simple yet so odd to the point where it became impossible to play out the scenario in his head without feeling like he was experiencing a cartoon character’s equivalent of a mental breakdown. There were two couples, a man and woman each. Ok, easy. But then comes the hard part. Not only are they not from the same world, but one couple is human, the other is an unnamed race of sentient fox. Seeing as humans usually find sex with beings such as these, and yes, he had to admit it, himself, a significant taboo, this meant they would have to be fooled into what came next. Bowser winced as he though of this. A vision popped into his head then, one that pushed out all his plans. In it, Peach smiled as she cupped her left breast and waved a disapproving finger in the air as if to say, this is not for you. He pushed it out of his mind.

Pit’s messaged specifically stated that each couple was in serious need of breaking the routine of their young love lives together. They were to swap girlfriends.

They were to meet at a nightclub called the FX Bar. Bowser would need to stand there with the key, the scroll had told, and then make use of the bow. Pit had given him no directions, he would have to ask.

He walked for an hour, watching the sky turn from faded blue to slate gray. Just as the first few stars switched on overhead, Bowser crossed paths with a short toad in a vest that strolled by with a confident stride. Looking over both shoulders, the koopa king noted the streets had emptied to a trickle of foot traffic. It was time to find out whether the people here spoke his language. Almost on reflex Bowser reached out and gripped the toad’s arm firmly. “Hey. Where’s the FX Bar located?”

The toad yelped and spun to face his harasser. “Hey! What’s the big idea?” he asked in a high-pitched voice. It was the kind of voice that begged to be put out of its misery. “Get away f-from me, c-c-creep! I have powerful f-f-friends.”

“I bet you do,” Bowser leaned in close, “but they’re not here right now. Are they? What’s your name?” His voice was low, yet soft.
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“S-S-S-Slippy. A-And don’t you forget it, you p-punk.”

“What a…fun little name you have. You know, some people would take a name like that for granted. The same kind of people who take the ability to eat solid food for granted. Or the ability to reproduce. Some people even fail to be thankful for not knowing how their own entrails taste. Can you believe there are such as them in this world of ours. Shocking. Now,” Bowser’s claw clamped snugly onto Slippy’s throat, “I’m going to carry you with me so you can point out the way to the FX Bar for me. Then you get to remain un-maimed. Sound agreeable?”

Slippy had only to feel his throat being squeezed and to look into Bowser’s eyes to find himself quite agreeable indeed. “Y-Y-Yes. Right this w-way.”

In no time at all, they were at the bar. A large, square sign made of what looked like bronze and gold hung above the front entrance. The letters “FX” were welded onto this, backlit with orange neon lights. The sidewalk and street were as clean and litter free as the rest of the city. No dried gum or broken bottles littered the small parking lot off to the left.

It was there that Bowser saw a large trash can. As we walked up to it Slippy squealed. “W-We’re here. Can you p-please let me go now?”

“Sure! As soon as you can it!“ He lifted the toad into the air and turned him upside down.

“What are you doing? Oh no no no no nooooooooo!”

With a huff of exertion the koopa king smashed Slippy head first into the garbage receptacle. He wanted to make sure the toad would be kissing the week-old crud lining the bottom. “Get it? Can it! Bwahh ha ha ha ha! Classic.” He lumbered back to the bar sidewall, leaving the whimpering toad to find his own way out from the trash.

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“Carlos, since our ship for France doesn’t leave until late tomorrow, we might as well do something to get my mind off of all that’s happened.” Carlos nodded in agreement. “After all that happened in Racoon city. After so much death,” Jill Valentine put her forehead into her right palm, “the only thing I can think of is taking out Umbrella at their headquarters.”

Carlos wrapped his arm around her slim shoulders. “That’s just it, Jill. You’ve hardly eaten in weeks. You’re tired and stressed most of the time. We try to make love; you get a headache. Your heart just isn’t into anything you do.” He watched as her hand moved from her forehead over to rub her temples.

“Unfortunately, Umbrella will still be there to conquer when we get to Paris. Lets just do something to escape for a little while,” he added.

Jill sighed. “You’re right. A change of pace is what we need the most right now. Won’t do any good if I’m worn down. Say, isn’t this the place?”

“Yep. Luigi’s Seafood Palace. I’ve only been here once before, but it was great.”

Carlos yanked open the door. Even though the restaurant’s windows spilled plenty of light and sounds onto the street, the entrance remained pitch black and silent. “That’s funny. It sure looks open to me. Why’s it so dark in there?”

“Who cares? It’s probably just a blown light bulb. Go on in.”

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Bower perched on the skylight’s sill, bow in hand. The unnamed bow was so small and awkward that it took considerable time just to find a way to hold it so that his fingers stayed out of the way. The clear material that made up the skylight was lightweight and easy to keep propped open on his shoulders. But if Jill and Carlos didn’t come soon, someone was bound to notice the night’s draft leaking in from the ceiling.

There! Two humans, the tallest and thinnest humans he had ever seen strode into the FX like two cops busting a party. They were tense. Why, Bowser had no clue. He notched an arrow just a little longer than a pencil and took aim before noticing that it was a gold arrow and not a green one as Pit had specified on the Scroll.

He uttered an involuntary curse of rage and threw the arrow away. Precious seconds flew as he fumbled for a green arrow in the quiver. The two human’s eyes must’ve adjusted to the dim light of the bar because now their eyes darted quickly about, heads snapping from side to side. Found one. Bowser notched the emerald bolt and pulled the string back just far enough not to snap it. The bow, made of polished wood and metal, had become slippery. It began to move under his fingers and the pressure and so he let the arrow fly.

Bowser did not hit his target. The arrow caught Jill in the shin. Bower realized he needed a second arrow for Carlos, so his hand dived to his back, into the quiver. He found a second arrow of the correct color faster this time. He notched and aimed once more.

Jill was searching her leg for whatever had pricked her. Carlos had noticed this, and had bent down to help. Bowser let the string go. The bow sounded a single unsatisfying thiwp as it fired. The arrow sunk between the man’s shoulder blades and dissolved into a puff of vapor.

Carlos shot up strait, mouth open to shout “ouch!” But it never came. He blinked twice, and removed his hand from behind his back.

Bowser allowed himself a deep breath, then retreated from the skylight, setting the clear pane down without a sound.

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There was a brief flash of light as they both stumbled forward. Once inside they found themselves inside a long, rectangular room. The place was bathed in a rich, turquoise light giving the place a futuristic ambience. Stainless steel tables and bar stools reflected the gyrating lasers coming from a dance floor that took up the entire far right quadrant of the building. It was filled by people dancing with an almost animalistic agility. Which was funny, because for a few second there, Jill could’ve sworn they were animals. Animals that wore human clothing and danced and talked and stared back with wide eyes. The bar itself was to the left, a black marble counter top that seated about fourteen people. A mirror was lined with what seemed to be computer circuitry, adding to the advanced technological theme.

It brought a smile to Jill’s face. She was just about to ask Carlos what happened to his back, but the question had slipped from her mind, never to be seen again. This was supposed to be a rustic Italian seafood restaurant. The sheik nightclub before them was more her style.

Carlos’s mouth hung open slightly. “Since when did Luigi’s become a night club?”

“Places like this change all the time.” Jill grabbed his shirt by the shoulder and wrenched him toward the bar. “Com’on, buy me a drink already.”

“We haven’t even eaten yet. And this might not be the best time to get smashed.” She seemed not to hear him as they reached the counter and ordered two screwdrivers.

For a second the wan faced bartender cocked his head to one side and stared at her. It looked like he was about to ask her what a screwdriver was. Instead, he shrugged and began to pick up bottles for mixing. A few seconds later and both Jill and Carlos were sipping on what tasted more like stone sours than screwdrivers. The drink, what ever it was really called, tasted great, so they didn’t complain.

Jill scrutinized the crowd, seeing no familiar faces. The lively dance floor continued to surge with moving bodies and lights. The music sounded like a mix between 80’s pop music and classical. Must be the newest trend. How would I know, I’ve been taking work too seriously to go out much, she thought.

One couple had been watching them since her arrival. Attractive and bright eyed, they sat a few yards away at their own table. They didn’t stare so much as steal a good number of sidelong glances at her and Carlos. Jill couldn’t convince herself that they were Umbrella or government agents. She tried hard to dismiss the anxious knot that now grew fresh inside her stomach and ordered another drink.

A huge man with hunched shoulders can up to the two of them just as Jill received her refill. He had bushy reddish orange hair, and huge eyebrows sitting atop a slab-like face. The mystery man looked both overweight and muscle bound. “Excuse me,” he said loudly and pointed, “but that couple over there seems to think you might be good friends of theirs. They told me to ask for the privilege of your company on their behalf.” Jill could see large muscles shifting below his skin like stones. He was pointing out the same cute couple that made her nervous. “Have a word or two with them one way or another. They’re pretty keen on you.”

“I can see that,” Jill said. Her brow knitted and the knot grew bigger.

“Do you know any of these people?” Carlos asked, tilting close to her ear. “Do you think they’re agents?”

“I don’t know, but I think we had better find out. Hey, what is-“ she cut off as the ponderous mountain of a man wandered off into the crowd, disappearing easily despite his size. “Damn, didn’t catch his name. Well, you ready?”

“Whenever you are, love.” Carlos wrapped an arm around Jill’s waist and they walked over to the occupied table.

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Fox and Krystal had been peeking the attractive pair of wolves since they stepped inside FX. It was a pleasant surprise that they now came to their table and sat down. The male wolf, slender and well toned with brown and bronze fur, spoke first. “We heard from your friend that you wanted to have a word with us.”

“Friend?” Krystal asked. “Who would that be?”

“Well, he kinda wandered off before we could get his name. I can’t even see him now.” The female wolf was mostly white with some light brown coloring along her back. She also had a trim but strong frame.

“Well I’m Fox, and this is Krystal, my girlfriend. We honestly don’t know anybody else here, so he must have been mistaken.”

“Oh. Really? Damn, I’m sorry. We’ll stop bothering you now.” Jill began to get up.

“No, that isn’t necessary. We’re glad for the company. I was just saying to Fox here how nice it would be to have some one else to spend the night with,” Krystal cooed.

“Well, I’m Jill. This is Carlos. Nice to meet you two.”

“The pleasure is all ours,” Fox said, smiling broadly.

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Over the next hour or so, Jill, Fox, Carlos, and Krystal made pleasant small talk, mostly about their jobs and past experiences with nightclubs and bars. When one person said something the other didn’t quite understand, it was attributed to the speaker being new to the area and was soon forgotten. Throughout the conversation the foxes took every chance they could to flirt with the wolves. A double entendre here, the brush of a hind paw against a leg there. It wasn’t long before Krystal suggested they all dance. Even Carlos’s inhibitions were loose by this point thanks to the charismatic Fox and the liquor. All four of them found their own little space among the crowd. Neither of the humans could dance at all. After a while Fox and Krystal were grinding against each other, heedless of who might notice. Fox’s hands rested on her belly and collarbone as she reached around to press his belly closer to her. Jill and Carlos giggled aloud at the sight without even thinking about it, before doing their best to dance close together without tripping over the other’s feet.

The night was still young when Krystal asked the wolves if they would like to spend the night at their place. Despite having a cheap motel room already reserved, Jill and Carlos agreed heartily. The night was dark, and the wolves were too distracted to observe their surroundings as they clamored into the taxi. No one looked back to see the cab that pulled out right behind them and followed to their hotel.

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Carlos and Jill sat in separate chairs, sharing the wine they had picked up along with the takeout stir-fry. Now that the food had been eaten, topics for chitchat had also dried up. The four partiers looked restlessly from one person to another. They could all sense that another step was about to be taken. But what would it be? Who would make the first move? Anticipation saturated the air like humidity, pulling blood into everyone’s cheeks until they were blushing openly.

Krystal, who had been leading the charge all evening, felt it was her duty to start. “Fox and I, well, we had an idea about what we could do for the rest of the night. And I’m not talking about playing cards.”

“We both feel our love life could use a little variety. I now this is going to sound wild, but,” Fox shared an anxious glance with Krystal, “we thought, since you’re both such enjoyable people to be around, that, well…”

“Would you like to switch mates?” Krystal finished. It had felt like stepping off a cliff and now she was free falling in the air, waiting for Jill and Carlos’s response. The wolves’ faces went lax with surprise.

Jill stuttered. “W-Wow. Well, Carlos and me have only just started. You know. And, uhmmm, I’ve just never pictured doing something like this before.” She stared down at her touching knees and remembered to breath. “I guess I see no reason not to.” Jill raised the face towards the couple on the queen-sized bed and broke a small smile. “Carlos, is this cool with you?”

“I can’t lie, love. Me and the other boys had always fantasized about this kind of stuff. As long as you don’t feel as if I’m not entirely yours anymore.”

“We’ve saved each other’s life. I don’t think experimenting is going to change what we share.” Jill’s words waved a green flag. It was time to begin.

The wolves shared a brief hug and kiss. Jill sat down on the end of the hotel mattress while Carlos approached Krystal. At the same time Fox came to her on all fours. He moved uncannily like his namesake, Jill thought as she folded her legs beneath her. One of Fox’s paws grasped her left knee and began rubbing. The other found its way to caressing her side. Their lips meet lightly at first, kissing, then drawing away making little noise. The pecks grew wetting and more intense. Jill wrapped her arms around Fox’s shoulders. In response he found the zipper for her green tube top and pulled it down smoothly but quickly.

By now Jill could feel her body warming up. Fox broke away just long enough to draw the unlatched bra over her head and off her arms. She quickly drew him close again, delighted at the feel of his chest hair on her exposed breasts. Fox’s body heat was lavish, like lying under a fur coat. Already the nerves in her skin had grown sensitive to Fox’s every touch. His heavy breathing told her it was mutual.

They both stretched out onto the bed, with Jill on her back and Fox on top. The she ran her tongue over his unusually sharp teeth as they continued to kiss. With insisting hands she guided his muzzle down to her neck, shivering as he sucked on the tender skin. He worked his way down to her nipples, already erect from the foreplay. Fox suckled each breast in turn, taking care to roll the other nipple between two fingers. Jill felt herself moisten in response to his adept caressing. She continued to stare up at a ceiling she no longer saw and allowed a few short moans escape her lips.

Jill unzipped her black skirt and squirmed till it was down to her knees. “Please put that tongue of yours to better use. Start kissing me down there?” she asked, dropping her standard shyness about cunnilingus. Fox pulled the underwear down to her knees to join the skirt and worked his head between her thighs. The vulva was still mostly closed, lips still growing fuller with blood. The fighter pilot soon found the clitoris hood and began licking, resting his nose above the small triangle of brown pubic hair. His incessant lapping created a sweet tickling sensation Jill knew would soon turn into a static storm of pleasure.

She glanced over Fox’s head and hunched shoulders to see Krystal giving her lover the same treatment. The former mercenary was completely naked. The blue haired woman worked her curled fingers over the middle part of his penis while she tongued the narrow purple head. It throbbed with each heartbeat, stretching to its limits in response to Krystal’s urgings. He would glance down at Krystal’s hard work only to look back to the sight of his girlfriend being eaten out with a lazy grin spackled on his face. His new partner had only her bikini top on, the bottom piece on the floor by the bed. Carlos bent over and stroked the dark lips between Krystal’s legs during the brief lulls of tongue activity. Jill saw that the folds of Krystal’s sex sometimes swallowed his questing digits entirely.

Fox increased pressure on Jill’s clit, using the strong middle part of this tongue. Her breathing became rapid and shallow. Sweat glistened on her shoulders. Her moaning gave way to a series of “oh’s” as the fighter pilot moved in for the kill. Her back arched and the licking switched to a tight circular formation of rubbing. It was more than enough. “Arrgghhh! Oh Jesus, yes,” her hands pushed his head down. She ground her crotch into Fox’s face, riding the best orgasm she could remember for the past three years.

When the hands on his head finally let go, Fox inserted his lengthy tongue into her vagina and rotated it in still more circles. The muscles gave up, utterly fatigued. It was time for another piece of his body to deploy.

Carlos finished his own tongue exercises and looked into Krystal’s dancing eyes. “What position is your favorite?” he asked.

Krystal thought a moment, index finger resting seductively on her lower lip. “The one where we both sit upright, and I face them as you pump me from behind. That way we can both watch them.”

Carlos nodded. Pulling his sight back down to her crotch he could see she was ready. The purplish bush of pubic hair looked like it had never been shaved. The vulva remained spread, deep violet lips framing a bright pink vaginal entrance. “Make it feel good,” she cooed. He reached out and slipped two fingers into it just to be sure. She voiced no discomfort.

In a matter of seconds the female fox was lowering herself onto him. He remained squatting on bent knees, steadying her descent with an arm wrapped around the belly to keep her steady. Krystal slung an arm back over his head and took a firm grip. Her vagina accepted him tenderly, without resistance.

The pace was even at first. Neither wished to go too fast, sensing the other close to climax. Already the rubbing, electric tickling had both lovers murmuring each other’s name aloud. Every so, one would often skip a beat and Carlos would slip out. Krystal was quick to readjust the angle and hold his cock in place as she sat back down. Carlos found the sensation of moist flesh trailing up and down his member exquisite, as if he were feeling it for the first time all over again. It was all the more titillating to watch Fox fuck his wife at that moment.

The fighter pilot had instructed Jill to get on all fours. He now pushed in and out of her doggy style. The foxes would have called it “nature’s position,” if asked.

At first Jill’s vagina had been tight. His penis would bend a little to one side before sinking in all the way. She had grunted but told him to keep moving. Now they moved at a nice clip, watching their counterparts bob up and down.

Fox’s thrusting sounded muted thawp noises as his waist collided with Jill’s small, toned ass. There was hardly a ripple in her rear end, but Fox enjoyed seeing his penis travel in and out of her stretching vulva whenever he peeked downward.

The room filled with the tangy scent of sex. Krystal panted heavily. She rotated her hips, masturbating with her free hand. Carlos clenched an ass cheek in one hand, keeping an arm around her belly humped vigorously. Fox’s blue furred girlfriend was the second one to come that night. “Ugghhh! Carlos!” Her vagina squeezed and coaxed, pushing her partner over the edge.

Carlos growled back, releasing into her.

After a few more moans, Carlos disengaged from Krystal’s sex, sagging into her open arms. Snuggling close, both watched the other couple finish.

“I want it harder,” Jill said over her shoulder. “I want to really feel it.”

Fox pounded harder than he though possible. The woman’s vagina still held a little snug, but not tight enough to push him out at the beginning of each thrust. Placing both hands on her slim shoulders, he leaned over her. She stopped thrusting back and let him hump as fast as he could, resting on her back for support. “Like an animal. Oh god!” Her lips pulled back, teeth clenched.

The sight of his lover juking and coming on another man’s penis proved as strong a turn on as Fox had hoped for. He barked once, ejaculating a tablespoon’s worth into Jill. With her partner still pressing hard into her crotch, Jill reached down and brought herself to orgasm with a few quick finger jerks. He was polite enough to stay inside her as she finished, the fullness of his lingering penis making it all the more satisfying.

“Was that hard enough for you?” he asked.

Jill laughed. “Hard enough to have trouble walking. Thanks.”

A pair of red eyes disappear from the hotel room window.

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It had been enjoyable to watch the lovemaking on display. Pornography was scarce in the Mushroom Kingdom, and live performances rarer still. The fact that it was work had not diminished his surging arousal. Yet, even as the swingers rocked and swayed in the throes of bliss right before his eyes, the Koopa King could not bring himself to masturbate to the display. Maybe it had been how exposed he felt, perched on the metal ledge below the windows like an inverse gargoyle. It could’ve been that the passion and lust was not directed at him in anyway, that being a voyeur made him feel alone.

Slipping from the hotel’s ledge, he rounded the building and came back to the front door. He had no idea what time Jill and Carlos would leave, so it was all he could do rent a room on the floor closest to the ground, above the front entrance. He hoped it would be close enough for the Key to work its magic because he didn’t fancy waiting up while somebody else had fun.

The money he had stolen from the squealing toad was more than enough to pay for the room. It came in the form of a red plastic card. It had been easy to spot slipping from its former owner’s pocket during the dumping.

The room itself was sparse, but the koopa king cared less than he thought he would. Bowser lied down on his belly and was amazed at how heavy his eyelids felt.

Cast thus far--
Fox McCloud: Star Fox series
Krystal: Star Fox Adventures
Slippy: Star Fox series
Jill Valentine: Resident Evil series
Carlos: Resident Evil 3