Small Smut: Princess Peach

Author’s note: This story was directly inspired by Crisisbeat’s pictures at https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2948749 and https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=2948748.

It had been a stupid promise to make. It hadn’t even been a real promise. She hadn’t said that the words “I promise.” Nonetheless, she had to follow through, which is why she was standing near the gate of her castle, waiting for the drawbridge to lower so she could leave. She was dreading it.

It had started with a treasury shortfall. Reluctant to tax the populace even more, she’d instituted a voluntary donation. Sure that it would never be crossed, she’d flippantly promised to parade through the streets naked if they’d manage to raise 10 million coins. A goal that drastically overshadowed the treasury shortfall. Apparently, she hadn’t counted on the generosity or lust of the people, and now she was out of options.

She had on a simple gown with no undergarments underneath. She already felt more exposed that she’d ever felt in her life. She was so nervous she was literally shaking. Gathering her courage, she grabbed the hem of her robe and quickly doffed it, nodding at the gate attendant on her left. As he started cranking the drawbridge down, one of the guards on her right wolf-whistled at her. Her head whipped around, but all the guards were stock still, acting professional even as their monarch undressed before them.

Her gaze slowly returned to the front, where the drawbridge was nearing the ground. She grabbed a sign on a post that said “10M coins!” on it, and slowly started forwards.

It looked like the entire kingdom was lining the street, most with faces leering at her. She quickly locked her eyes on the horizon, trying to stride forwards on shaking legs. At least they were happy, given the massive amounts of cheering. Plenty of whistles from the men, but the women were also getting into it. If nothing else, this would be good for her ego.

Her strides became more confident. She took one hand off the sign to wave to the crowd, eliciting a bigger cheer. She looked around while walking forwards, beginning to take in the faces of the crowd. Sure, most were ogling her, but she started liking the effect she had on them. She gave a wink to the owner of a massive erection as she strutted down the street. She wondered if he’d cum right in his pants.

That thought was the start of her body betraying her. Her legs were still firm, but her pussy started to get wet. She hoped she could get to her destination before it started dripping down her legs and the audience would know how incredibly turned on she was. She decided against speeding up, hoping that a clenched pussy would be enough to prevent any of her juices from leaking down her leg.

The end was in sight. It was a throne set up on a small stage in a plaza not far from the castle. She strode up to it, turned around, and plopped herself down onto it with a wave to the crowd. They cheered in response.

Feeling even more adventurous, she flung her legs over the chair’s arms, exposing her soaking pussy to everyone present. The crowd whooped and hollered, delighted in her lewd display. She slid her right hand down her body. The crowd held its breath, then exploded when she stuffed two fingers into her snatch. She stroked her pussy a few times, then brought her fingers to her mouth. As she licked them sensually, the crowd roared its approval. She could swear she heard some grunts of orgasm coming from the crowd. Well, it was about time they joined in.

She returned her fingers to her snatch, using the heel of her hand to rub her clit at the same time. Her other hand rubbed her breast when another naughty thought entered her head. Quickly, she licked the fingers of her other hand while scooting forwards on the throne. Then she jammed two fingers into her virginal butt hole. The cheers were the loudest yet, even though she was sure that no more than a few rows could actually see what was going on. Next time, she would have to get a Lakitu to broadcast it for all the adoring throngs. Wait a minute, next time? She couldn’t believe she was already thinking of doing this again.

Those naughty thoughts sped along her fingers and her orgasm. She could feel it approach as her fingers slammed into her tight holes. Suddenly it was too much, and her orgasm crashed into her. A fountain of juice erupted from her pussy, raining down on the pavement before her as she cried out in ecstasy. The crowd cheering was not quite as loud, as several of them were getting into it themselves, either masturbating openly or taking each other right there on the street.

As she slumped down back on her chair, exhausted from the massive orgasm, a squad of guards came forwards. They picked up the stage by some conveniently placed bars, palanquin-like, and carried her back to the palace. She mustered the energy to lift her arm and wave to the crowd, though only weak cheers responded. The audience had given themselves over to a full-city orgy. Well, with enough time to recover, she and guards might have to join in.