The Inter-Dimensional Courtship of Bowser Koopa

Chapter Five:
Orders


The day was as humid as the last. If not for the armored personnel carrier the day’s journey would have been grueling. Even so, being stuffed into the back of an APC with five other humans proved miserable. There was little left to do but scan the countryside rolling by through thin openings on the sides of the carrier. They passed four small cities along the way, all with skyscrapers and little else. Bowser noted from what little detail he could make out from a distance that the level of technology was close to his own world’s. The architectural style was completely foreign, however. Buildings looked as if they might soon resemble the flat geometric perfection of Fox McCloud’s cities. That is, if civilization was allowed to progress. It occurred to him that a pattern was revealing itself before his eyes. Something tied these worlds together, something too vague to grasp in its entirety. Slumping back into his seat, the spikes on his shell failing to puncture the seat’s tough plastic, he waited for the ride to end.

There were no incoming messages from Pit on the Scroll since he had arrived on Warsworld. He knew because he had checked every hour since waking that morning. The others would give him curious stares every time he produced the rolled parchment from his shell’s storage and gaze into its blank surface. The koopa was grateful that no one bothered him with questions.

No, that wasn’t entirely true. He wanted Sami to ask. Hell, for Sami to say any thing to him. She had seated herself across from him and had remained silent for the entire trip. Her expression was almost nonexistent, eyes beady, mouth a tiny frown. Likely still weirded out or worse, he thought.

It became evening. Shadows grew long off the various trees and structures passing by. The taciturn group had taken their third bathroom brake for the day and had settled back into the same seats. It was three more hours of driving before they’d stop to make camp, seven hours of driving tomorrow to reach the capital. That didn’t worry Bowser; he would be gone by then, no matter what happened. Unless something went wrong on with the Key. That much he doubted.

As the day waned he felt more and more antsy, with every minute that dragged by a sense of loss carried within. It was a world of relief when the CO finally addressed him.

“The capital is bigger than all the cities you’ve spotted today. We’re efficient, don’t like to make things bigger or smaller than they have to be. That includes our urban areas. Are there many cities in your world?” She leaned forward, arms crossed and resting on her legs.

“There are a few cities. Mostly small towns and hamlets. Many of those do not belong to koopas.” A toothy smirk deformed his lips. “There are also a good number of castles.”

“I don’t suppose any of those castles are yours, are they?”

“You could suppose safely that a couple run under my care. My best is also the biggest in existence. On my world at least,” he said.

“I would love to see it. You wouldn’t even have to lock me up in a cell, turtle monster.” Her rounded features grew a little warmer, but the tone in her voice remained deliberate and slow.

“A captive after my own heart. Hope I don’t sound too fresh, but I’ll take you there first chance I get.”

“Sure.”

“My kids would love you. Not sure if it’d work the other way around…”

“Wait. You have kids? How many? Are you married?” she queried.

“Seven, bless the little brats. Don’t know how the world’s going to hold them all once they’re grown. They resulted from a mating that occurred twenty years ago. That’d make them about fourteen in human years.”

The CO rested her chin on one hand, eyebrows raised. “You’ve known about human’s before? I was under the impression that there were no humans on your world. Well, just an assumption really.”

“You’re almost correct. There are a few, don’t know how they arrived. I’ve heard from one of them, Professor Gadd I think, that Koopas only age at seventy percent the rate humans do. Which is an indirect way of saying we live longer and take longer to develop. My kind used to travel to different worlds all the time you see. Worlds that we owned. Over time each settled into kingdoms staked out all over existence, and grew unhesitant to leave. I have my own, and tending to it takes all my time. I wouldn’t abandon it for anything even if I had the chance,” his eyes gleamed, “it’s my kingdom. No one takes that from me.”

“I know something of how you feel. The Black Hole Army is, for the third time, attempting to occupy Orange Star. The chief reason I must return to capital is to report another province lost to their advance. And to plan what we are going to do about it. You spoke of a mate, where is she now?”

“The female who gave me my seven young told me she had no use for my kingdom or my progeny and left. She held no great place in my heart, so no matter. The last time the koopa race held a gathering was six years ago. At the time we knew there would never be another meeting. That belief has not changed. I shall not see my kind again aside from my own family.” Bowser found himself staring into the wall behind Sami and shook his head to snap out of the reverie.

“That’s sad. It must be terrible to be separated from your own kind,” she said.

Bower closed his eyes and shook his head again slowly. “It is the way of things. Besides, I have my children and that is more than enough.”

The conversation continued for the rest of the ride. Topics ranged over many aspects of each other’s world. Customs, technology, politics, history, and enemies beaten.

Camp was made within a wooded area once again, this time part of a larger forest. Bower got a tent of his own like last time. Even knowing it was out of the question, he couldn’t help feel a bit of disappointment at not getting to share a tent with Sami. She seemed to be warming up to him, and he to her.

He lay in his tarp hovel, alone with his own thoughts. A guard no longer waited outside the entrance. He had an appointment to meet her at twenty hundred hours that night after her work was finished. The koopa felt like spending the rest of his time with her, drinking up every last motion and spoken word. The koopa knew he was quickly coming to love this human female, and he was afraid. Fearful of any further rejection, and that he might be falling for someone he could not stay with. There was also a fear that she would replace Princess Peace as his object of desire, but part of him was glad for the opportunity. Why keep reaching for something you can’t attain when something of equal, nay, greater worth offers itself to you, the voice inside advised. Let go, be done with it.

“But I’ve waited for so long, worked so hard for her,” he said under his breath to no one but himself. He brought out the Scroll and checked it. No messages.

He wandered about camp for another hour, ate more rations, drank some water, and napped. When he awoke, it was to a voice calling him. “Turtle monster. Your snoring is horrible. Get up. I want to talk to you, and it’s time for our meeting.”

Bowser snorted, about to shove the offending voice away when he recognized the owner.

+++

Bowser stumbled into her tent, rubbing sleep from his eyes, fifteen minutes after she woke him. Sami continued to lean over the world map spread over a table, looking at it but no longer reading the details. “Color coded. Nice.”

The koopa stood by her now, studying the map in silence. It’s dawning on him how little of the map is orange, she thought.

A large central continent sprawled across the center, a patch of orange remained in the northwest, its back to the ocean. The rest of the land was colored black.

“Who’s the green color?” he asked. His voice lowered.

“Green Earth. They’re in shambles, their trade routes with the rest of the world blockaded. Still, they fight viciously enough. This black archipelago was once Yellow Comet, and this,” she fingered the pitch lands of central Warsworld, “was Blue Moon.”

Bower stared at the map and then at the CO, not saying a word.

“Come on. I didn’t call you in here to discuss this crap. I still have a few questions. You said why you were here last time. I want you to repeat it and tell me the motive behind it. We won’t have many opportunities for privacy after this, so get to the point.”

He played with one of his metal bracers, rotating it over his wrist. The gesture seemed shy to Sami, in sharp contrast to the bold proclamation made the last time he answered the same question. “A…Higher Power has sent me on a series of quests. It doesn’t matter who, and what its purpose is. It would accomplish nothing to go into further detail. I am to fix things that would otherwise be wrong, in exchange for a reward. I was told that you needed someone passionate and helpful for your first time mating. I never expected to be fighting any battles-“

“And I’m your mission objective? That’s all?”

“At first I would have said ‘yes.’ It was the missions that mattered over all else. I was a bit lustful, but not overly concerned otherwise.”

“So, that’s all.” She closed her eyes. “Nothing more than a target, even to you.”

Bowser lurched forward and clutched her arms. His hot breath washed over her face, a jungle’s wind.

“No! That’s not all. In the short time I’ve gotten to know you, I’ve come to appreciate who you are. I want to be your first because it’s what I want to do. Not because someone ordered it. Sami, it’s not for pleasure anymore. I could care less if it’s what my boss wants or not.”

She looked him in the eyes.

“Sami. Will I be your first? Do you want to side with the best? Don’t say no.”

The part of her that mourned the death of her childhood dragons spoke out once again. It wanted to know if there was a single good reason to not follow her childhood dreams once again. Sami looked within and could find none.

The CO stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Bowser as far as they would go. Tears streaked down her smooth cheeks. His scaly, segmented chest felt warm and smelled of musk. “Even though I’m crazy for doing this, yes. Take me away and teach me.”

With trembling hands the koopa picked her off her feet, pressing her close to him. “Where can we go that they won’t see us?”

Face still pressed into his skin, she murmured, “Slip out the rear flap. Head along the far tree line to the left until you come to the creek. There’ll be some large stones. Hurry.”

Stooping quickly, Bowser unzipped the rear entrance and barreled into the night with Sami in his arms. His plodding made little noise, no more than a raccoon’s. They soon reached the edge of the groove, and followed it west. There was no sign of pursuit. After about half a mile he found the creek, resplendent in the moonlight. Tracing it back into the small forest he soon found the spot she had mentioned. One oval boulder rested on the bank, the top smooth and three feet off the ground. Other sizeable rocks littered the area, ferns sprouting up in the spaces between. The half moon was still visible in the sparse canopy above.

He gently set Sami down on the flat stone, her perky breasts leveled out. Bowser untied her boot strings and freed her feet, moving on to her pants. She pulled her top off, swiftly removing the sports bra underneath. Lying naked in the forest with just her panties on she felt odd, but somehow not out of place. He stared at her reclining form for a minute. She breathed deep and slow, a trained reflex for stressful situations. Bowser joined her on the stone and lowered himself onto her, stopping well short of crushing her, leaving her to feel pleasantly smothered by his mass. Not sure of any other way to go about it, Sami puckered her mouth and pressed it to the koopa’s maw dead center. He parted his lips a fraction, kissing her back with a hunger. Open mouth kissing, as the CO now learned, involved suction, as if attempting to drain the other person’s mouth of air. Their breaths remained became shallow, huffing through nostrils in unison. She began to grind her hips into his belly, feeling an urgent need to be rubbed down there.

Everything seemed to speed up and blur to her. She would concentrate on how good the kissing felt, only to be paying mind to her tingling crotch, then on how Bowser’s hair felt in her clutching hands. The whole experience came to her at once, feeling it with her entire body, unable to keep her attention on any one spot for too long.

In an attempt at something that would feel deeper, she levered the koopa’s jaws open. “Please be careful,” she said, and put her face into Bowser’s mouth. She could hear his huffing accelerate, his lower belly now counter-thrusting to meet with her hip’s rhythm. His tongue was like a snake’s, forked and pointy, thin near the tip, round and supple at the base. It became hard to breath, but she made no effort to stop the tongue bath and dry humping. Bower, seeming to sense this, backed off of her, returning to his standing position to study her form.

The CO reached out with one bare foot and rubbed it gently over the small bulge where she hoped his genitals were located. He seemed to take the hint. With a clicking sigh he let his genitals poke out into the muggy night air. Sami’s eyes widened at the pair of testicles, bronze like the nearby scales. “I didn’t think reptiles had balls.”

“I told you. I’m a koopa. Not some lesser form of life to be crushed underfoot.” His broad toothy grin returned. “We koopas defy classification.”

“Well,” heat flooded her face, “I guess learning how to suck on it would be a good first step.” The CO sat up and scooted closer to him. She placed a hand on the growing penis. It was smoother than she had dared to hope, and warm enough to tell her that koopas held hot blood. She leaned in, a funky smell like that of sweat and copper, mixed with the musky odor she noticed back in the tent. She began by running her tongue along the shaft, tracing bulging veins back to the head. A droplet of misty fluid appeared at the urethra opening. Sami licked it up using her whole tongue, a maneuver that made Bowser shiver. It tasted like salted lemon drops without the sugar.

She stopped a moment to milk his penis with one hand. The thickness of it impressed her more than the length. Wasn’t that the more important measurement? She wasn’t sure, but vaguely remembered overhearing other female soldiers saying as much.

Dropping her jaw, the CO crammed the penis into her salivating mouth. More copper and salt followed by a bland tang filled her palette. She thrust the penis in and out of her mouth, stroking the other half with her thin fingers. Her tongue tip danced frantically over the underside. The skin on his penis seemed to absorb all the moisture in her mouth. Sucking hard, she hoped it would complete the deal. Looking up she noticed the koopa’s eyes watching her closely. He did not seem to be heaving with pleasure. Sami pulled off and waited for him to say something.

“Great start babe. But there are a couple of things you’ve gotta know if you’re gonna eat dick. One. Don’t suck on it much. I don’t feel most of it, and you’re teeth are gonna cut into your cheeks if you keep at it. Two. Use your whole tongue on it, especially on that little space just under the slit. Great spot. Use the middle part of your tongue the most, it’s the strongest.”

“Oh.” She glanced down, as if staring through the ground.

“Don’t feel bad. No one knows this kinda stuff as a virgin. Your lips felt just right on the first try.”

“You sound like you’ve done this with a human before. Have…Have you?”

It was Bowser’s turn to stare off into nowhere. “Once, long ago. And not with the person I really wanted.” He placed a claw under her chin and lifted her face upwards. “Does that make you feel cheated? I can assure you-“

“What ever you did a long while ago doesn’t really matter now. Let’s do what we want and forget the past. You never know when life will end on Warsworld. We enjoy it while we can.”

Sami returned to his cock, utilizing her lessons immediately. The koopa took the opportunity to cup and fondle her breasts in both hands, titillating each nipple between his fingers.

He let her mouth his penis for as long as he could stand it before climaxing. She was doing well, and it had been a long second virginity. Near his release he pulled from her mouth. He hunched down to kiss her some more, first the mouth, then her neck. He moved to her ears, letting his tongue explore their innermost crevices. Sami laughed at this, the intensity of wet tickling taking her by surprise. Bower continued to her nipples, stiffening them further with his teasing, coiling tongue. She placed one hand inside her panties and rubbed her clit. In this she had experience since the age of sixteen. The koopa didn’t remain at her breasts for too long, kissing and licking down her belly to the northern borders of her white underwear.

Bowser looked up at her sweating face, “What comes next you should expect from any and all future partners.” With no sign of strain, he ripped her panties in two, and tossed them away.

The koopa placed his mouth over her vulva and began to lick feverishly. He would trace out the alphabet, letter-by-letter, on her clit, and stop only to penetrate her inner lips with his tongue. Sami loved the sound of slurping spit as he worked over her genitals. Pleasure spread like flaming napalm through her groin and inner thighs, causing her back to arch and toes to curl. Not caring if his fangs would poke into her skin, she wound both hands into his lush mane and pressed his face into her. The koopa managed to keep his teeth behind his lips.

The CO felt herself tumbling towards her first orgasm. It was on her before she could think. Muscle spasms created pleasure more intense that even her first self-administered orgasm. She bleated and yelled as quietly as she could manage, riding his tongue the whole way. “Stop licking me down there. I want to feel what it’s like to be fucked,” she said, finished.

Bowser at once stood up and held his penis at her entrance. “You’re hymen is already gone.”

“I’ve used dildos before. Fake dicks. None of them were as thick as you, though.”

“I should say not. Bwa ha ha ha! I’ll be careful. If you feel any pain, tell me.”

He pushed his fat dick into her, the entrance giving enough resistance to cause his shaft to bend. Then, as if on a signal, it straightened, popping inside. It felt filling at first, then a small amount of sharp pain traced around the passage. Sami winced and held up her hand. “Stop a second so I can get used to it.” Bowser pulled back a centimeter and waited. “Okay. Put it all in.” The penetration continued with a small pain she hoped would disappear.

Bower soon found himself in to the hilt. He took hold of both her legs and let it say inside for a few seconds. Gingerly he pulled out till his head met the entrance and pushed back inside. After several strokes Bowser picked up the pace, pumping at a fair rate. Sami shouted and screamed, tossing her head about, overwhelmed with the feeling of being filled and emptied repeatedly. A little pain mixed with a wild, scratching pleasure on every beat. It didn’t take long for the pain to either go away or become lost in a sea of sensation. Her face grimaced with exertion.

They had been at it for several minutes when Bowser let out a series of growls between breaths. “Don’t come. Inside me. Wanna watch you,” she said.

The koopa nodded, his mouth open, drool dripping off his wagging tongue. He pulled out and milked his penis with his right hand. Semen jetted out, splattering on her stomach and breasts. One of the higher arcs landed on her face. She reached up and pulled away fingers sticky with ropy cum.

Seeing her embellished with his seed brought back his best alligator smile. Placing his cock on her belly, he swirled it around, working cum into her skin. When it was covered with fluid he motioned for Sami to come off the rock. “Get down on all fours. There’s some moss here to rest on.” She did as she was asked, jutting her ass into the air at an angle. The CO playfully spread her cheeks with both hands. Her anus was purplish brown, and seemed to wink at him as she waited for her final entrance to be shed of its virginity.

The koopa placed his mouth into her crack and bathed her asshole just as he had her vulva. Twice the tip of his tongue pushed inside, causing her to gasp. Wiping some spare semen off of her breasts he slathered it onto her ass. “Same deal as before. As I’m going in, if you feel pain, tell me.” He entered.

Sami stopped him three times on the first entry, braking for a half a minute before telling him to continue. Once again Bowser sheathed himself fully before retreating. “This time, things will feel a little rough at first. Give it time and hang in there. You’ll love it.”

“Alright.”

“You might want to masturbate while I’m doing it. It’ll complete the effect, and I don’t want to accidentally claw you in the rush.”

“Gotcha.”

Bowser rammed into her ass in one swift motion.

The pain and discomfort was harrowing. She screamed, wanting to tell him to stop. Words wouldn’t come, only pained gasping. The koopa was moving faster than he had with her vagina, and soon the pain numbed. Letting her head rest on one hand, she reached down and massaged her clit. For it a minute nothing came. Then the familiar pleasure returned, stronger than before. It felt like the massaging of her colon, the vibration of it, strengthened the feelings of her clit. As the gratification built, her ass stopped trying to resist the foreign object, and began to crave being filled.

“Push it in more!” she grunted

In reply he spanked her rippling cheeks several times, and leaned fully into his thrusting.

They lost themselves in each other’s rhythm. Sami let her whole body shake, acting out the pleasure her climax granted. “Oooouuu, damn! It feels like being boned in two places at once. Ooouuaaahh Bowser!” she cried. She called his name several times, urging him on. The koopa kept going. It took Bowser a while longer to reach a second orgasm so soon after the first. Sami stopped touching herself and waited for him to finish. It didn’t feel as sensual now that her vagina wasn’t at work, but her ass didn’t complain.

All at once he sucked in his breath and slowed. Sami looked over her shoulder and cooed. “Show me what a big, bad monster you are. Fill it. I wanna feel it fly into me.”

The dirty talk did its trick. Bowser threw back his head and said her name. Sami felt heat splattering against her insides. Overflow seeped out of her as he removed his penis, driveling onto her inner thighs.

Bowser waddled to the quite stream and picked out a pool the bank separated from the mainstream. Squatting, he opened his mouth and unleashed a jet of fire. Within fifteen seconds tendrils of steam rose from the water. He took Sami into his arms and washed away the mess of their sex in the heated water.

+++

“You’re not really going to leave are you?” Sami asked.

“I don’t have a choice. Now that I’ve finished the job, I have to leave for my next assignment.” Bowser kissed her forehead and stared at the tent ceiling. An hour after they had finished a message had arrived, telling Bowser that he should be gone before the sun rose. He would be leaving alone, no exceptions. “I will find a way to get back to you. No world will separate us for long.” In his own heart, he doubted it. It was beyond his capacity to cross worlds as his ancestors had before him. He held her closer and tried to forget his fear.

“Will you have sex with other people?”

“You’re the first so far. All the other missions involved third parties, not me. I will do so if the mission calls for it. I have to finish this, even if don’t like it.”

Sami nodded, face calm. She understood that very well.

“It won’t be long before Black Hole takes everything. The first two wars went well enough. There were losses, but nothing Orange Star and the others could not bounce back from. This time…it’s different. Now we lose far more battles than win. I can feel the end coming closer with every defeat, my efforts are useless against it.” She wept. “Don’t leave me.”

The koopa said nothing. Clenching his fists in rage, he cursed Pit for his ultimatum. No conversation. No chance to argue for Sami’s continued company. Just a curt note stating that he would leave before sunrise. And alone.

“You’ll see me again. I give you my word. Now, please sleep. You’ll need your strength tomorrow,” he said.

Sami, saying nothing, closed her eyes. Bowser watched the CO, eyelids becoming harder to open with each blink. He did not notice when he went under. He awoke with a start, it felt like pulling his waking mind from a pool of water. Sami snored, only a little more noisily than heavy breathing. Gently removing her one arm from his chest, he stood. Beyond the tent’s entrance was the door. He had hoped not to find one, that just once Pit and his Key had slipped in their vigilance. Bowser beheld Sami one last time and was gone.

+++

“Suck on my tits, soldier. Suck them while I fuck you.”

“Yes commander.”

“Damnit! You’re not even trying!”

“Sorry Sir.”

Nell pulled the strap-on dildo from Sami and placed her hands on her hips. “So. After all this time, all that flirting on your part you come into my bed and insult me? What’s the matter with you?”

“Guess my heart isn’t in it any more, Sir. It doesn’t matter anymore, not to me.”

Nell, the grand commander of Orange Star’s armed forces twisted her face. “You disgust me. This was your one last chance to move up, away from active duty. And you were so promising before.”

“And you’ve let this war change you for the worse, sir.”

Sami sat up and turned her back to the Head CO, hugging her own legs. Nell’s glass penis wagged, useless and dry, as she got out of bed. “I should’ve known you were better as an attack dog than a true leader of the pack. You could’ve been my replacement. Fine. You can lie dead on the field of battle instead of playing dead in my arms. Back to the front lines, Commanding Officer Sami, where maybe you can still be of some use.”

“Yes, commander.” Sami pulled her clothes back on, shoulders hunched, face down turned. “I’ll take F Company and be at the Landi Hills by noon tomorrow.”

“Good. Hold those hills, or don’t bother coming back. There’ll be nothing to come back to. Go. And do not disgrace Orange Star further.”

Author's note: For those worrying about whether or not I'll be finishing this, don't. The rough draft's been done a long while now, all I'm doing is revising it and throwing it up here when I get the free time. And yes, we get to see more of Bowser in the last half here.