Patreon Compilation – Fic#224 – Bowser/Luigi – kidnapping (usual Mario shenanigans); cross dressing; size difference – Your Princess Is In This Castle

Bowser/Luigi – Bowser got his paws on the real price and utilizes the precious time he has with him before big bro comes to the rescue. Blegh.

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“AAhh… finally home. Took us long enough. Capturin’ you over and over again.”

Bowser has his huge hand curled around Luigi, holding him like some kind of doll as he marches through the huge gates of his castle, preemptively opened by the Koopas working there.

Luigi’s teeth have been chattering together for the whole trip, their fast clack-clack-clack a backdrop that Bowser has completely zoned out at this point. He gestures with his free arm around.

“Look around, Greenie! Your new home! Not that you’ll see a lot of it.” He laughs loud and open mouthed. Once he stops, he notices that Luigi has gone even paler than before, staring at the huge teeth in Bowser’s mouth.

“B-B-B-” he stutters while Bowser carries him toward a side door and begins to descent flights upon flights of stone steps. “But why, Bowser? Why Luigi? The P-P-Princess was right-a there…”

Bowser laughs again, using one finger to flick off Luigi’s hat and then pet over his hair. “Sellin’ out Peach? My, my… if your brother only knew…”

Luigi stutters something again but it is intelligible and Bowser is not in a mood to ask him to repeat himself.

There’s nobody else in the Dungeon, of course. It is reserved for only three people, after all: Lovely Princess Peach, the annoying Red Hat, and Greenie here. He is shaking so hard bodily that Bowser has trouble keeping him still as he sits him down on a bench and starts to undress him like a doll.

Luigi squeaks, his cheeks and nose becoming an interesting – and frankly infuriating – shade of red.

“Arms up,” Bowser grunts once he got him sitting there naked, legs crossed and hands covering his little naughty bits.

Luigi does not look convinced, shivering despite the heat suffusing Bowser’s castle, sitting as it is on top of a volcano. When Greenie does not move fast enough, Bowser leans down and grabs a box from underneath the huge bench. It has been made in mind with Bowser’s dimensions, not those of the prisoners he might or might not have in the future, so it makes Luigi look diminutive despite being the lanky one.

Under Luigi’s panicked gaze, he opens the box and carefully plucks out the dress he got for him: in the same fashion of those of Princesses Peach and Daisy but this one lime green.

Luigi looks confused to the point of seemingly being on the verge of fainting. He slowly lifts his arms and lets the dress get pulled over his head, dazedly looking down at himself.

Bowser rubs his hands together and takes a step back to enjoy the view. He’s always liked those dresses… and he’s been thinking so long of Greenie in one of them that it feels surreal to finally have that.

“And… what-a now?” Luigi asks faintly once he got over the shock. He looks up at Bowser with those big blue eyes watering up quite a bit.

Bowser can’t help the grin, rows of sharp teeth flashing at Luigi who whimpers pathetically, grabbing the puffy skirt of his dress in tight, trembling fists.

“Now… we’re gonna have fun,” Bowser croons at him. “I’m sure your annoying big brother will be here soon enough.”

He grabs the confused looking Greenie by the shoulders and pushes him back to lie on the warm stone of the large bench he’s perched on.

Luigi tries to stutter something out but that peters out in a pathetic whimper once Bowser grabs the big skirt and throws it and the petticoat underneath up and over his head so he’ll have unhindered access to the naked body underneath.

Bowser leans down and blows his hot breath right against that long, slender cock in the thatch of dark brown pubes.

Greenie squeals, muffled by the dress, his limbs all flailing as he tries to both unearth himself from the skirt of his dress and also shield his cock from Bowser’s maw.

He doesn’t manage either before Bowser curls his paws about both of his kicking legs and holds them nice and still. They feel like twigs to him; it would be so easy to just… snap them. Not that he would. But maybe he says it out loud because Greenie makes a sound like he’s dying, and then apparently pretends to faint. At least he stops struggling and only whimpers intermittently while Bowser breathes nice and hot against his cock.

His big tongue slides out, easily cradling Luigi’s cock and balls on it. His long, slim thighs that had been shaking hard and fast even in Bowser’s grip suddenly just stop moving in general. Had he fainted?

Bowser moves his tongue in a rolling motion, dragging it against just about everything and laving it in warm, silky saliva.

Greenie’s legs spasm again and he makes a choked whimpering sound. Ah… so he didn’t faint after all. Bowser settles down on the ground  a bit more comfortably and licks nice and slow. Once he is sure everything is warm and slick with his saliva, he pulls back to watch that glistening cock and blow his hot breath on it.

As he watches, Luigi’s dick twitches desperately and filling out for him. Just as he wants to dive back down to carefully lap at it, he hears Greenie’s voice from above, so faint it sounds like barely more than a breath: “B-B-B-Bowser… what-a are you doing to L-L-Luigi?”

Bowser lightly squeezes his hands tighter around his thin legs, nowhere near enough to hurt, then lets slowly go to see what he’ll do with the new freedom.

“I’m stakin’ my claim. Want me to stop?” he asks in a growl, more hot breath flowing from his nostrils and hitting Luigi’s sensitive skin.

Luigi’s legs tremble but he does neither try to kick nor to close them. Instead, he just restlessly shifts his tight little ass against the stone of the large bench and breathes: “A-no…”

Bowser grunts, pleasantly surprised, and leans over Luigi to peer into his face. He is furiously red but his eyes are already looking blitzed out. And Bowser has barely even begun to show him a good time.

He chuckles and after a brief, almost cursory swipe of his big tongue over Greenie’s face, he goes back down to where his cock has filled out nicely. It hasn’t really grown in length but it’s gotten a nice playful curve to it and the middle of the shaft is fatter than the crown. It looks absolutely delicious.

So Bowser opens nice and wide again and shimmies his tongue once more beneath Greenie’s balls, easily encompassing his whole junk in his maw. Holding him nice and secure on the juicy carpet of his tongue, Bowser starts to lightly suckle.

He has to be so very careful with Greenie… he’s so damn delicate everywhere. Wouldn’t want to hurt him now that he finally got him stretched out and hyper sensitive.

Luigi isn’t loud at first… but the more Bowser suckles and generously drools everywhere, the more he seems to relax and get into that new lot in his life. Of being a kept little doll that gets serviced by a humongous beast like the Koopa King.

His cock sure is definitely on board, twitching up against the roof of Bowser’s mouth and squirting out spurts of pre-cum whenever he gets his balls tickled by one large, sharp claw. It would be so very easy to hurt him… but Bowser can’t say that he’s out to make him piss himself in fear. There is something just so adorable about Greenie.

Bowser never had fantasies of torturing him so sweetly until he’s howling. Not like he’s had of his idiot big brother, the annoying twerp.

No, Luigi he wants to… treat.

He carefully nudges his tight, hairy sac with the thick tip of one finger, manipulating his balls while rubbing his tongue with more and more insistence against his crown.

“Oh Bows-ah…ah… ah-” Luigi’s voice had climbed a few octaves, the fine muscles in his thighs trembling once again, though this time not from fear. Far from it, if the salty squirts of pre-cum are anything to go by.

Bowser keeps swallowing them down, quite pleased with the outcome of his scheme. Every now and then his tongue will push between the cheeks of Luigi’s ass while keeping his junk nice and warm in his mouth. He can’t be too sure but he thinks he’s hitting that tight little furl of muscle.

Oh, it’d feel so damn good to push in there, he’s sure of it. Maybe even hotter than one of the lava baths he likes to take at the end of an annoying day dealing with the Red Hat.

And maybe it is the feeling of getting his sensitive muscle generously laved that finally pushes Luigi over the edge, because he comes basically just seconds after in hot, salty squirts that are nowhere near enough for Bowser’s rumbling tummy. He wants more. So, so much more…

Looking into Greenie’s slack, blissed-out face, he feels like he’ll have to wait for round two, though…