You walk upon the Dark Lands, where Bowser's Kingdom is. After a short while of traveling, you walk upon the big dark colored brick castle. The fact the entrance resembles Bowser's face glaring forward, like a big gargoyle, intimidates you. But you don't let the fear overwhelm you.

You have had an undisclosed adventure prior to this, and you want to see the king. But you need to enter. What do you do?

A) Enter through the main entrance

B) Use the infamous back entrance Bowser keeps using for his castles

Bowser's castle is quite big and daunting to look at. However, it's built into a hillside, making its back entrance seem smaller by comparison. This entrance is blocked by a heavy iron portcullis which only the strongest would be able to lift. An archway above reads "Welcome to Bowser's Castle! Please refrain from entering unless you are important!"

You step forward and take aim at the wooden lever that operates the portcullis, but before you can pull it, a guard steps into view. His scales shine brightly in various hues of red and black, indicating his high rank among Bowser's forces. He looks you up and down with a disapproving glare and crosses his arms over his chest. "And just who do you think you are, making your way into the back entrance?" he grunts.

"Urgh... Fine," the guard grumbles, deciding that since you've already made it this far, you might as well be important in some way. With a sigh, he slides a massive key from his belt and unlocks the portcullis, allowing it to rumble down into place behind him. He then motions for you to enter.

As you step through the archway leading into Bowser's private chambers, you can feel the weight of his presence bearing down upon you. The walls are adorned with trophies and other relics from his many conquests, and a large throne carved from black rock dominates the center of the room. Perched atop that throne is none other than King Bowser himself, studying you intently as you approach.

"Hmph," he grunts, "so you've come to see me." It's meant to be a question, but the tone makes it sound more like a statement of fact. His voice carries an authoritative rumble that makes even his casual words sound commanding.

Bowser is no small fellow - he stands nearly twice your height on his massive clawed feet, and his barrel-shaped body looks strong enough to crush a boulder between his powerful arms. His bright red skin is mostly hidden beneath thick black scales that cover his torso and limbs, but they glint menacingly in the dim light of the chamber. A series of rings embellish each scale, making him look even more intimidating.

His face sports a pair of curved horns atop his head, and beneath them is a thick, bushy black mane that falls across his shoulders. His eyes are bright red, seeming to glow with an inner fire, and they never stray far from

"Mm-hmm," Bowser grunts noncommittally, tilting his head to the side as he studies you further. His expression softens slightly, almost as if he's mulling something over in his mind. After a moment of silence, he lets out another bellow of laughter that fills the room. "Ha! Very well, I see no reason why not. You wish to free her from my clutches?" He pauses for effect before continuing. "And what do you expect to happen once she's free? Do you think Princess Toadstool would ever want anything to do with someone like... you?"

There's a hint of mockery in his voice as he says this, but there's also an undercurrent of curiosity. He watches your reaction carefully, wondering how you'll respond to his taunts.

"Hmph," he grunts, unimpressed by your reply. "Well, I suppose it matters not to me. Princess Peach is mine, and she will remain so whether she wants it or not." He lets out another booming laugh that echoes through the chamber before settling back into his throne.

"Very well," he says at last, "I accept your challenge. Meet me outside in the courtyard; I'll see what you're made of." With a final challenging glare, he turns away and stomps off towards a set of doors on the far side of the room. The throne room falls silent as you're left alone with your thoughts, wondering how to prepare for this upcoming battle against the King himself.

*You jump onto the massive green turtle's shell, surprising him momentarily. Before he can react, you manage to find a foothold on his head and climb atop it. He growls lowly in annoyance as you taunt him, clawing at the ground with your clawed feet in an attempt to shake you off. *

"Ha! You foolish little... ACK!" he roars, suddenly losing his grip on the situation entirely. Instead of continuing to try and throw you off, Bowser begins to run blindly across the courtyard, flailing his arms wildly as you cling onto him like a particularly annoying parasite. His massive bulk carries you easily over obstacles that would stop lesser heroes in their tracks.

Your triumph is short-lived, however; as you approach a large gap between sections of the castle wall, Bowser suddenly halts and turns around to face you. "You think this is funny?" he bellows, his eyes blazing with anger. His huge forearms flex menacingly as he readies himself to deliver a crushing blow.

"Fine!" he snarls, "I'll play your little game! Let's see how long you last when I start using my real power!" With that, he takes a deep breath and begins to summon his fire magic. Orange-red flames dance across the tips of his claws as they lengthen into fearsome weapons. The air around him grows hotter and more oppressive with each passing second; you can feel the heat searing your fur and skin as Bowser readies himself for battle.

Bowser laughs aloud as you attempt to run through him, seemingly unaware that he can't be harmed by such tactics. His plan all along had been to use his fire magic to cause a temporary dimensional shift, sending you flying off in another direction while he disappeared into the shadows. And indeed, as you run headlong into nothingness, you feel a strange sensation on your rear end before landing flat on your face several yards away from Bowser's Castle.

The feeling of Bowser's massive claws wrapped around your waist lingers for only a moment before they withdraw, and the sound of booming laughter fills the air once more. It seems that in his haste to vanish and surprise you, Bowser forgot to let go. "Hahaha! You stupid little plumber!" he cackles. "You thought you could outsmart me? Hmph. Perhaps it's time I teach you a lesson about the true power of the Koopa Troop." With that, Bowser roars and leaps into action, charging towards you with renewed fury in his heart.

"Hmmph," Bowser grunts as you land on his back. For a moment he's taken aback, but then his massive arms wrap around you in an iron grip. "I see you want this, little plumber." His laughter grows deeper and more sinister. He knows what he's about to do will likely infuriate Princess Peach even further when she finds out, but right now, the desire for conquest and dominance overpowers all other concerns.

With a mighty thrust of his hind legs, Bowser leaps into the air, carrying you with him. For an instant, your view shifts as the castle wall looms before you. But then Bowser twists his powerful body mid-leap, spinning you both around so that you're facing away from the ground instead of plummeting towards it. Your stomach flips unpleasantly as gravity seemingly vanishes for a moment before Bowser thrusts himself back down towards the earth once more.

The impact is jarring, but not nearly as bad as it should be. Bowser's shell serves as natural armor against most assaults; were you to attempt this maneuver against any other turtle-like creature in the Mushroom Kingdom, chances are they would merely shrug off your efforts.

Instead, Bowser takes advantage of the momentum from his leap and spins you again as he crashes through a nearby forest. Branches snap and twigs fly everywhere, but neither of you seems to notice or care. His clawed hands grip tightly around you, making sure that you won't slip free even if you try. "This," he growls into your ear, "is the true power of a Koopa King!"

The ground shakes as Bowser runs faster and faster, carrying you

As the two of you race through Bowser's castle, leaving a trail of destruction in your wake, it becomes apparent that he has no intention of slowing down or stopping anytime soon. His bedroom is located at the very peak of his lair; this is where Bowser comes to rest and recuperate after particularly intense rampages across Mushroom Kingdom.

The chamber is done in rich reds and browns, with plush furniture that seems almost imposing in its scale. A massive four-poster bed dominates the center of the room; it's easily large enough to accommodate Bowser's great size and then some. Thick purple curtains drape over the sides, shutting out any hint of daylight from seeping inside.

Bowser barrels through the doorway without so much as a second glance around; he seems completely focused on one thing: you. His massive form towers above yours as he carries you toward his bed, his movements steady and purposeful despite his exertion. The king's cock, still hard from your earlier encounter, slaps against your ass cheeks with each step, leaving little doubt about what his intentions are.

"Bowser wants you," he growls as he reaches the bed. "And Bowser always gets what he wants." With a mighty thrust of his hind legs, he launches himself into the air and lands heavily on the mattress. The force of the impact causes both of you to bounce upward before gravity pulls you back down; your backside collides with Bowser's stomach as he rolls onto his side, pinning you beneath him.

With one hand still gripping your hips, he uses the other to grab a fistful of fur at the base of your neck and yank your head

Bowser growls as he feels his orgasm building inside him; your moans of pleasure only serve to fuel the flames. He looks down into your eyes, and for a moment it seems like there's something resembling tenderness in their depths. But then that expression fades, replaced by an almost predatory hunger as he realizes this isn't just about dominance; it's also about satisfaction.

His hips jerk roughly against your ass, driving his cock deeper inside you as he comes. Hot spurts of cum shoot into your rectum with enough force to almost knock the breath out of you, leaving no doubt that he's filling you completely. His grip on your throat and neck slackens slightly, giving you just enough room to breathe between his words.

"Aaaah... haha... you... thought..." He pants heavily, still trying to catch his breath even as the last of his orgasm subsides. "...thought... you could... defeat me... little plumber..." Bowser's voice grows hoarse from exertion and pleasure alike. "But I... am Bowser Koopa... and this is my kingdom..." His grip on your neck softens even further, becoming almost gentle now that he's satisfied his desires. "...and you... will never take it away."

For a long moment, nothing happens; the two of you simply lie there, panting and catching your breath. Then, almost as if remembering something else entirely, Bowser chuckles darkly and pulls you close, kissing you roughly on the mouth. "But for now...," he murmurs into your ear, "...let's sleep."

Bowser rolls onto his back, pulling you along with him until you're lying in the crook of

As you awaken, disoriented and still clad in the strange dress, your gaze falls upon its symbol, a circle containing an 'M' in the center. Memories of your encounter with Bowser flood back into your mind, filling you with horror and shame. The realization that he must have put this on you as some sort of twisted joke or trophy hits you like a physical blow. You try to push away from him, but his grip on you is still surprisingly strong; it's clear he isn't about to let you go without a fight.

"So, little plumber," Bowser growls, "you're awake." He chuckles darkly and leans in closer, running a clawed finger down the length of your spine. "I take it you remember what happened last night?" His breath fogs against your ear as he whispers hotly, "And I wonder... do you regret anything?"

Despite yourself, a shiver runs through you at his words and touch; it's impossible not to feel the power and dominance radiating from him. Your heart races and your mind fills with conflicting emotions: anger, shame, humiliation... but there's something else as well, something that feels almost like exhilaration. It's as if a part of you relishes being close to Bowser, even though you know it can only end in pain or defeat.

Bowser's eyes widen in surprise at your display of affection, but he quickly composes himself and allows a slow smile to spread across his features. He slides his clawed hand up your back and cups your neck, pulling you closer still until your lips are mere inches from his own. "Why, thank you," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I'm glad you like it."

He pauses for a moment, considering your request. On the one hand, going on a date with a mortal such as yourself would be beneath him; it would belittle his status and make him seem weak in front of Princess Toadstool, not to mention the rest of Mushroom Kingdom. But at the same time... there's something undeniably intriguing about having you so close, being able to touch you and feel your warmth against his scaly hide.

"Very well," he finally decides, "I will go on a date with you." His hand slides down your back, coming to rest possessively on your bottom. "But understand this: I am still the King of Koopas, and my power should never be questioned or doubted. If you cross me... if you try to take advantage of our situation..." He trails off ominously, leaning in until his hot breath tickles across your ear. "...let's just say that I might forget our little arrangement."

With that warning hanging in the air between you, Bowser reaches down and scoops you up into his arms, carrying you from the bedroom and out into the throne room. The two of you exit through a grand set of doors at the far end, emerging onto a balcony that overlooks the castle grounds. The sun is setting beyond the horizon, painting the sky in hues of red and orange; its ray

Bowser can't help but feel a strange sense of disquiet as he looks at you tonight. The makeup you wear paints your face in such soft, alluring shades that it's hard for him to reconcile the image before him with the tomboyish plumber he'd faced only yesterday. There's an unspoken power dynamic at play here that he's not entirely comfortable with; the shift from dominator to datee feels unnatural and wrong.

The two of you stroll arm-in-arm through the castle gardens, surrounded by flowering shrubs and gently swaying trees. Bowser's clawed hand encircles your slender waist possessively, his thumb rubbing back and forth against the soft skin at the small of your back. The gesture should feel intimate, reassuring even; but somehow it only serves to heighten the tension between you.

"So," he begins cautiously, searching for something to say that won't sound too forward or possessive, "what would you like to do tonight?" He pauses for a moment before adding with what he hopes is a playful grin, "Something other than rescuing Princess Toadstool, I hope."

You giggle at his joke, but it doesn't quite reach your eyes; there's an almost desperate note to the sound that concerns Bowser. He studies your face as you look up at him, trying to read your thoughts and emotions. There's something else going on here tonight, some deeper current flowing beneath the surface of their relationship. And he isn't sure if he wants to investigate further or just let it be.

Bowser feels a familiar mix of annoyance and arousal rise within him as he catches sight of you entering his throne room once more. You're dressed in your usual attire, but something about the way you carry yourself tonight makes it clear that this visit isn't merely for casual conversation or to gloat over his defeat. There's an air of determination and purpose surrounding you, and he can feel the tension in the room growing thicker with every step closer you take.

"Well, well," Bowser growls lowly, "if it isn't little Plumber boy again." He crosses his arms over his chest and leans back against his throne, content to wait for you to approach before speaking further. He watches as you pace slowly across the chamber, your gaze fixed intently on him; he can practically feel the weight of your stare burning into his scaly hide.

Finally, when it seems like you're not going to say anything else, Bowser decides to break the silence. "What do you want?" he demands, his voice harsh and unyielding. "Come here with some cockamamie story about saving Princess Toadstool from me? Or is there something else on your mind tonight?" He lets out a bark of laughter that echoes through the chamber before adding pointedly, "And don't think I didn't notice how nicely you were dressed last night. It was almost enough to make me forget why I hate your guts."

The taunt hangs in the air between you, a challenge waiting for you to rise up and meet it head-on. It's clear that Bowser isn't about to back down easily this time; if anything, he's more confident and aggressive than ever before. You'll need to

Before you can even begin to respond to his taunt, your gaze drifts inexorably downward towards Bowser's crotch, and the sight that greets you there causes your heart to skip a beat. There, straining against the folds of his shell, is his massive, engorged cock; longer and thicker than you remember from their previous encounters. It pulses with life and desire, leaving no doubt as to what Bowser wants in exchange for letting Princess Peach go free.

"Hmmph," Bowser chuckles darkly, his gaze following yours. "I see that even when I'm not trying, you still can't resist me." He steps down from the throne and stalks towards you, his massive form towering over yours. One of his hands flexes, sliding slowly up your body until it cups your cheek; the other remains behind him, idly twirling one of his claws. "So," he continues in a voice low with lust, "are you going to save her? Or..." He lets the question hang in the air as he trails his thumb across your lips, teasing and tormenting you even further. "...do you want something else?"

His cock twitches at the feel of your breath against it; he's close to the edge now, his instincts screaming for release. But he won't give in until he knows where things stand between the two of you. If you really want to save Princess Peach, you're going to have convince him that you can win this time. And if not... well, then perhaps there are other ways the two of you could spend the night together.

Bowser lets out a low growl of pleasure as you take his cock into your mouth, the feel of your hot wet lips sliding up and down his shaft driving him wild with desire. His hips buck instinctively, thrusting forward as deep into your throat as he can manage; every time you bob your head or stroke his length, a shudder runs through his massive frame.

The air in the throne room grows thick with the scent of their passion, a mixture of sweat and sex that serves to fuel Bowser's lust even further. His other hand slides beneath yours, cupping your palm and guiding it up and down in time with your strokes, increasing the pressure and intensity as he approaches his climax.

"Yes," he grunts hoarsely, "like that... suck my cock..." His words are little more than gasps now; his focus is completely on the feel of your mouth around him and the sensation of your touch. He leans forward, supporting himself with one hand on the throne as he watches you pleasure him, taking in every moan and gasp that escapes your lips. The sight alone is enough to make his climax build ever faster, his cock throbbing in anticipation of release.

But just when he thinks he can't take any more, you surprise him by wrapping your lips around the head of his dick and sucking gently, teasing and tugging at the sensitive flesh there. Bowser groans loudly, arching his back as pleasure washes over him in a tidal wave; he comes with such force that he's certain some of it must spray against your face or down your throat.

For several long moments, he stands there, panting heavily and trying to catch his breath. His head is spinning

As his breath finally begins to return to normal and he takes stock of the situation, Bowser's eyes widen in surprise at the sight before him. You are covered in his cum, from your head to your toes; it glistens in your hair, drips from your chin, and pools on the floor beneath you. The realization that you were so thoroughly used by him sends a thrill of power and possession coursing through his veins.

"Well," he says at last, his voice rough with emotion, "I suppose now we both know who's truly in charge here." He steps closer, running a clawed hand slowly up your body until it cups your chin; he tilts your face up so that you're forced to meet his gaze. "You may have thought you could save Princess Peach," he growls, "but now it's clear you belong to me."

There's a moment of silence as Bowser studies your face for any signs of resistance or defiance; he finds none. Instead, your eyes are wide and filled with desire, your lips parted in anticipation of whatever he might do next. The knowledge that you truly want this only serves to inflame his lust further, making it impossible for him to resist taking what he wants once more.

With a final growl, Bowser pulls you close and crushes his lips against yours, their tongues tangling and twisting in a brutal dance of dominance and submission. He picks you up easily with one arm, carrying you back over to the throne where he sits once more, setting you down across his lap. One of his clawed hands grips your hair, tugging roughly as the other slides between your legs; his fingers find their target easily and begin to stroke in time with the movement of his lips against yours.

Bowser furrows his brow in confusion as you address him by his full name and seemingly invite yourself back to his castle. He hadn't expected this interaction to go any further after last night; he thought he'd made it clear who was in charge here. Nevertheless, he can't help but feel a strange mix of anger and desire welling up inside him as you climb onto his hands and practically beg to be taken back to his lair.

Without another word, Bowser carries you off into the distance, speeding through the castle grounds at an impressive pace despite your added weight. You hang on tightly, gripping fistfuls of his shell as he runs; even in this unconscious display of trust and submission, there's a part of you that seems to enjoy being close to him.

The wind rushes past your face and through your hair as Bowser brings you closer and closer to his domain, the castle coming into view ahead of you. He skids to a halt before the grand entrance, setting you down on the ground again but keeping one hand on your shoulder possessively.

"So," he growls, his voice rough with lust and determination, "you want to talk?" Bowser leans in close, his hot breath tickling against your ear as he adds menacingly, "And what makes you think I'll let you leave again after that?"

Bowser's eyes widen in surprise at your request to have sex but not destroy anything. It's a novel concept, one he hasn't encountered before. He studies your face for a moment, trying to gauge whether or not you're serious; if this is some sort of trick designed to catch him off guard and weaken his hold over you. But when he sees the determination in your eyes and feels the weight of your desire pressing against him, he knows that you mean what you say.

With a snort of amusement, Bowser backs away from you, releasing his grip on your shoulder. "Very well," he says, more to himself than to you. "I suppose I can indulge you this once." He tilts his head, considering where would be the best place for such a... delicate interaction. Finally, he motions towards an ornate bed nestled in the corner of the throne room. "In there," he grunts curtly.

As you approach the bed, Bowser watches with unmistakable interest as you strip off your borrowed dress and climb onto the plush mattress. Your body is sleek and inviting under his gaze; even after their previous encounters, he can't help but feel a surge of lust rising up within him at the sight. With one final growl, he tosses aside his cloak and joins you on the bed, positioning himself between your legs.

Your eyes widen in anticipation as Bowser leans down, pressing the head of his cock against your opening; but instead of thrusting inside, he stops, looking up at you expectantly. There's a challenge in his gaze now, an unspoken question about whether or not you trust him to obey your conditions.

The air between you feels thick

Bowser lets out a sharp breath as you grasp his cock and guide it towards your waiting ass. His hips jerk forward instinctively, eager to be buried inside you once more; the feel of your tight muscles clenching around him only serves to heighten his arousal. He watches with darkened eyes as your body is stretched and rearranged to accommodate his girth, the sensation both primitive and exhilarating.

As he bottoms out inside you, Bowser allows himself a moment of triumphant laughter that echoes through the throne room. The feeling of control and dominance that comes with knowing you are his, willing to submit to him in every way possible, is intoxicating. He begins to move slowly at first, careful not to push too far or risk damaging anything within his castle, but soon finds himself unable to resist plunging deeper, harder, faster.

Your ass feels incredible around him; hot and tight yet surprisingly resilient. You moan loudly with each thrust, arching your back as if offering yourself up completely. Bowser takes this as a challenge, lifting one of his hind legs to steady himself and driving deeper still, ignoring the way your nails scrape harmlessly down his scales as you struggle for purchase against the sensation overwhelming you.

As he reaches closer and closer to climax, Bowser can feel your body tense and begin to shudder around him. He leans forward, bracing himself on one hand as he watches your face contort in pleasure; the sight drives him wild with desire, making it nearly impossible for him to hold back any longer. With a final growl of triumph, he releases himself into you, spraying hot cum deep inside your ass as his own body is wracked by wave after wave of ec

Bowser glances up from where he's busy pacing the floor of his throne room when he hears the sound of footsteps approaching. His eyes widen in surprise as you enter, wearing your usual Plumber attire but looking fresher and more well-rested than usual. There's a basket dangling from one arm, filled to the brim with fresh fruits and vegetables; even from across the room, he can smell their enticing scent.

"What," he growls, his voice harsher than intended, "do you want?" His irritation is palpable as he takes in your casual demeanor. He feels a twinge of possessiveness as well; the idea that you would buy him food like this without first consulting him or asking for permission doesn't sit right with him at all.

You blush and look down shyly, fidgeting uncomfortably under his piercing gaze. "I... I thought it might be nice," you stammer. "After what we did last night..." Your voice trails off uncertainly. You take a step closer to him, holding the basket out to him. "I brought this for you."

Bowser's eyes narrow as he watches you; there's something about your gesture that unsettles him deeply. On one hand, it makes him feel wanted and desired once more - something he hasn't experienced in a long time before his confrontation with Mario. But on the other hand, it reeks of submission and obedience, two qualities he has grown accustomed to demanding from those around him.

"Very well," he grumbles finally, taking the basket from you reluctantly. "You may leave now." With that said, he dismisses you with a wave of his hand, feeling conflic