Your Princess is in Another Koopa
One day, on a bright, sunny afternoon, Tristan stepped onto the sprawling, green lawn before Princess Peach's castle.
The young tod was clad in a pair of urban-camouflage BDU trousers, a black leather belt around his waist, and a pair of sturdy, black leather combat boots around his feet. On his hands were a pair of thick, black leather gloves.
His somewhat-muscular upper body was completely exposed; exposing his pierced, lime nipples to the cool summer breeze. The princess herself stood a small distance away, closer to the castle's entrance; exchanging smiles and nods with Tristan as the two established eye contact for a brief moment.
Having no particular business to attend to, the dark-furred fox elected to lay down on his back; kicking his boots off and wiggling his sweaty toes a bit as he rested both arms behind his head, revealing those bushy, lime-furred pits of his. A low, deep growl of satisfaction rumbled out from him as his Adam's Apple bobbed gently in Tristan's throat; his eyes sliding shut.
After but a few minutes of peaceful rest, the tod was roused by the sound of a high-pitched shriek. "SOMEONE HELP!" it called. Shortly after he heard a rather pointed 'SLAM', much like two doors being slammed shut. Tristan's tails poofed out as he heard this, immediately recognizing that voice and bolting to his feet.
'Princess Peach... I hope it's not too serious...' Tristan thought to himself, not even bothering to put his footgear back on as he dashed towards the castle's front doors. To his surprise, there was already a small group congregated in front of them; consisting entirely of three of the castle's guards.
"Why isn't anyone doing anything?!" the fox said, looking around indiscriminately at the various members of the group and trying to keep his cool as best he could. "Well, we tried... doors won't budge," the apparent leader of the group replied with a sigh, shrugging, "we reckon he barricaded himself in."
"WHO?!" Tristan said, growling and balling his strong forepaws into fists. His patience was being tested, especially with the Princess inside under uncertain circumstance. "Bowser..." the guard squeaked out, shrinking away from Tristan; a bit intimidated by the fox's outburst.
"I shoulda fucking known..." Tristan said, just standing there for a few seconds and pacing himself before lunging at the doors with a roar; managing to put all his strength into them and breaking through not only the doors but the barricading planks of wood as well, falling to the floor with a heavy pant and sending pieces of wood flying everywhere.
"Are you okay...?" the leader asked, approaching the prone fox cautiously. "Yeah, I'm okay..." Tristan replied, "but y'all should stay here... I'll take care of this on my own." The leader and his crew nodded quietly as Tristan got back on his feet, dashing into the castle.
Looking around and keeping his ears perked, Tristan began to look for Bowser. He followed the obvious signs of destruction (including carelessly-smashed wooden doors, knocked-down paintings, and even the rare traces of blood), eventually following them down to the castle's basement.
With a soft gulp he began to descend the stairs, keeping a constant vigilance as always so as not to be taken by surprise. A shiver ran down the vulp's spine as a low chuckle rumbled out from an unseen, male speaker. "Mmm... come closer, my boy," it spoke in a husky, masculine voice; a heavy concentration of strong-smelling smoke filling the air as Tristan nodded, coming closer to the voice.
As he finally came close enough to see the speaker, his heart sank a little. Bowser sat in a large, wooden chair, drawing on his cigar and blowing the smoke into Tristan's general direction. Tristan blushed a bit as he looked over the large, muscular koopa's rather attractive form... those large, yellow footpads, those rippling scaly muscles, and most of all, that thick, throbbing twelve-inch meat in between his legs.
As much as Tristan hated to admit it, he simply loved the koopa's body... there wasn't a single thing about him that he didn't like. Well, physically-speaking anyway. He crossed his legs a little and blushed even more furiously as his own nine-inch foxcock slid out of its sheath; tenting his trousers noticeably. Bowser chuckled softly at this and puffed on his 'gar some more; turning around in his seat to show off that toned, irresistible ass of his.
Wanting to avoid any further flirtation and get right down to things, Tristan finally blurted out what he had to say. "Where is the fucking princess?!" he demanded, sniffing the air lightly and moaning at the smell of the koopa's cigar. "You wanna know where Peach is?" Bowser asked teasingly, raising his tail a bit and teasing Tristan with that cute asshole of his. Tristan nodded without a sound.
"Then you're gonna have to do something for me..." the koopa responded simply, growling and puffing on that gar, "I think we both know where you can start." Tristan nodded softly at this and began to approach the studly koopa before him, falling to his knees and leaning in to press his muzzle past his toned cheeks; taking a deep sniff of his tailhole and murring.
Bowser hadn't bathed in quite some time, evident by his overall musky odour and the sweaty, dirty smell of his tailhole. He began to lap at that greasy hole and gagged a bit at the repugnant flavour of it, soon becoming accustomed to it and wrapping his lips firmly around the koopa's rim; eliciting growls and groans of pleasure from him, his thick koopa meat throbbing firmly and spraying pre onto the chair.
After taking a deep breath, the fox thrust his long, wet tongue into the older koopa's bowels. Bowser gasped lightly and groaned, puffing on his gar and pressing back against the dog's muzzle; gasping happily as that slick tongue penetrated his tight rim, feeling his inner muscles relaxing a little.
Tristan slid his tongue deep into the koopa's bowels, teasing his prostate a little with a flick of his lithe tongue. Bowser gave a masculine grunt at this, moaning happily as his bowels relaxed fully; a long, thick log of his hot, smelly shit starting to slide out, the tip pressing up against the tod's tongue. Tristan blushed deeply at this and slowly pulled his tongue back, keeping his lips wrapped around the massive koopa's rump and moaning as that big meaty log slid into his throat; gagging him a bit.
Nevertheless, the vulpine persevered; figuring it more than worth it if it meant freeing the princess... not to mention that he was secretly loving this entire situation, despite the obvious peril that Peach was in. He eagerly swallowed that log down as well as a couple more of them, as well as a few smaller pieces; the koopa emptying his bowels fully into the young fox's maw, Tristan licking both Bowser's tailhole and his own lips fully clean once he was done. With a soft moan, he pulled back; looking up to Bowser as he rested on his knees, the massive koopa turning around in his seat to match his gaze.
"What next sir?" the fox asked, murring and watching as the big koopa growled in satisfaction. Bowser took his still-hard malehood into his right hand and stroked it lightly, bringing the tip up to Tristan's open lips. "Drink," he ordered simply. Tristan nodded, understanding instantly what the koopa had meant and sliding his eyes shut; simply keeping his maw open and moaning as a steady stream of Bowser's golden, warm piss flowed forth from his tip, filling the dog's maw.
Tristan gulped at the appropriate times and gave a soft sigh of satisfaction as the stream finally trickled down to a stop, licking his lips clean as he gave a final soft gulp. The young vulp used all of his willpower to keep himself from coming in his trousers; his knot already fully-formed and his jockstrap stained in his thick, musky precum as he pulled back yet again.
This time, the koopa needed no further prompting before speaking; dropping his mostly-smoked gar onto the cold stone of the basement floor as he stood up. "Up, boy," he commanded, pulling Tristan up by his headfur and eliciting a wince from the fox; yanking him up before he even had a chance to stand up by himself. "Strip."
Tristan's face was, at this point, beet red; the ebony-furred fox giving a silent nod before moving to remove the few items of clothing remaining on his body. He started with his gloves, taking them off one-by-one before tossing them aside; then unfastening his belt and trousers and kicking them down along with his pre-stained jock, revealing his throbbing, aching cock. "Hnnnghh..." Tristan whined, blushing still deeper.
"Mmm... certainly looks like somebody's been enjoying themselves, ay...?" Bowser asked, teasingly rubbing a single claw against Tristan's cock; just barely penetrating his urethra and eliciting a soft gasp from the kitsune's lips. "Y...yes, sir..." Tristan said, nodding, "...I love serving you," he added.
"Then I reckon my little slaveboy should get a reward for his good works, mmm...?" Bowser said, looking up into Tristan's eyes and grinning. The fox merely nodded, the koopa chuckling softly and beginning to stroke up and down the young tod's shaft. Before long, the kitsune was driven over the edge, draining his balls as Bowser pawed him relentlessly.
"Nnn! NNNNNFFFFFF! Oh..." Tristan groaned and moaned, pumping rope after rope of his thick vulpine ejaculate into the air; a decent amount splattering onto the stroking koopa's strong forepaw and getting spread back onto his lime-green length as a result. The rest landed either on Bowser's face, his muscular chest, his tummy, or the cold stone of the basement floor; the fox panting happily as he was milked. As his orgasm finally came to a close, the koopa twirled a finger in the air a little; speaking with a coy grin as he looked gently into the captive fox's eyes. "Turn for me boy..." he said.
Nodding softly, Tristan complied; turning his back to the well-muscled koopa. "O-okay sir... and after this... will you show me where Peach is...?" he asked, his voice quivering. Bowser chuckled deeply and nodded, leaning in to breath warmly into the fox's ear; lapping gently against it before replying. "But of course I will, boy... you and her will be together forever when I'm done with you," he added, the fox gulping at the koopa's ominous addition. "Now get down..." Bowser ordered, again not giving the dog a chance to react as he pressed forth against his back; forcing him onto all fours. Tristan panted softly, wondering what would happen next.
Almost as if on cue, the koopa bucked his hips forward; not waiting a single moment before pushing his long, fat cock past the fox's slightly-pudgy, squishy cheeks and penetrating him. The fox squeaked and groaned deeply in a mixture of both pleasure and pain as he did his best to relax around Bowser's massive cock, bleeding a little bit from his force nonetheless as the invading koopa began to slam deeply into him; shortly after pulling back out only to slam back in, quickly developing a pattern. Some tears formed in Tristan's eyes, but the fox persevered and grit his teeth all the same; his face pressing against the floor as he was knocked down by Bowser's sheer force. He simply slid his eyes shut and grunted in time as Bowser had his way with him. "Hmmmfff... you're so fuckin' tight..." the koopa remarked.
Before too long, Bowser was unable to hold back any longer; groaning long and deep as he finally hit his peak and starting to come deep inside of Tristan's aching tailhole, filling him to the brim with his thick sperm and slowly beginning to pull out; the creamy white of the koopa's seed tinted with the dark-red of Tristan's rectal blood. As Bowser finally began to go limp, he gave his cum-soaked cock a few final strokes; chuckling and stepping in front of Tristan, looking back down to him and beginning to lower his rump over the captive vulp's face.
'You and Peach will be together... forever...' Bowser's voice replayed in Tristan's head as he looked up to the hulking koopa's still-musky tailhole. "Get in there..." he ordered, growling, "...then you'll finally meet your precious princess."
Tristan blushed deeply and paused, apprehensive at first. The koopa pressed down, starting to take his head into his tailhole as he continued to speak. "That wasn't an order... get in there now," he said in a more stern tone, the thick scent of Bowser's shit-stained inner walls overloading Tristan's senses as he slid his eyes back shut; simply allowing himself to get sucked up deeper and deeper into the koopa's colon, his fur accumulating vast amounts of filth from Bowser's scat-covered rectal walls as he progressed forth.
Eventually, after what seemed like about an hour, Tristan arrived in Bowser's stomach. The bulky koopa sat down in his chair and leaned back, rubbing his now-bulging gut and chuckling softly. "Mmm, yeah... and just for that little act of disobedience? I'm not gonna let you out... alive that is."
At this, the young fox's eyes shot open. The first thing he saw was Princess Peach. Elated, he gave a small, happy cry. "Peach!" he said, his enthusiasm winding down quickly as he realized that she wasn't responding or even moving. Giving her a small poke, Tristan gasped slightly.
Not only was the princess not breathing, but she was in fact already half-digested; part of her skull and various other bones exposed to a shocked Tristan, who squirmed a bit as Bowser chuckled. "Get a good, long look while you still can foxboy... you're next," he said, Tristan blushing deeply and looking around as Bowser's gut quickly began to fill up with stomach acids. He braced himself and held his breath; to no avail as he quickly drowned underneath the encroaching acid.
Before too long, the rest of the princess's body was devoured by Bowser's stomach acids before Tristan's very eyes while the very last traces of life were choked from him; soon succumbing to the stomach acids as well and lying limp as the acids ate away as his flesh and fur, leaving only bone.
Bowser gave a soft, low murr of approval as his gut rumbled and shrunk back to its original size; knowing that his victims were now taken care of and chuckling to himself as he began to stand back up. He walked over to a corner of the room and squatted down, groaning pleasurably as a long; thick log of his scat started to slide out from his tailhole, stretching it a little from its sheer girth. Moans of delight rung forth from the king's throat as he pushed out one thick log of fecal waste right after the other; grinning a little as he looked down at his creations. After a while he had shat out the remains of both Peach and Tristan, growling happily and stepping away from the scene of the crime.
The koopa began to advance up the staircases and re-entered the castle's main lobby; taking a moment here and there to admire the destruction he had caused in the kidnapping of the Mushroom Kingdom's dearest Princess. Before he could take a single step further, he was confronted by the gang of mushroom guards that Tristan had encountered earlier that day.
"Where is she?! Where's Peach?!?!" one of them demanded. "Yeah, and where's Tristan for that matter?!" the leader said, stepping up to Bowser and glaring up into the koopa's eyes. Bowser gave a small grin and licked his lips hungrily, grabbing the leader by the scruff of his neck and opening his maw nice and wide; fear striking the heart of the leader as the koopa popped him into his maw, swallowing him whole with a resounding gulp. The others scattered, not wanting to suffer a similar fate.
Bowser gave a small grin and chuckled darkly, stomping out of the castle and entering the greens. "Mmm... does that answer yer question?" he quipped, smirking a little bit and continuing to walk away from the castle; his tail swinging back and forth amusedly behind him.
The End