Peach strips off even more!

Mario stepped out of the stairwell once he figured that the coast was clear. On the floor, next to a chair that had been knocked over was a piece of sheer fabric that resembled a… tutu? Was that a petticoat? Whatever, Mario would look into it later. He scuffled over to the next chamber, and peeked his head in.

He saw Peach’s profile, sitting on a chair with her skirt hiked up. Stars, did she have legs for days! Long and delicate, but Mario knew the truth: those legs could kick a football so hard, it’d make two more of them and then make the goalie explode. Mario wondered if the Princess knew just how much physical prowess she really had. But why was her skirt hiked up? Surely she wasn’t taking off her panties already?

“Wowee, Princess!” Perry said from where she had leaned him against the chair she was sitting on, “That’s certainly and exciting ending! When we get to the throne room, please make sure to hang me in a spot to where I can see all the action!”

“Okay,” Peach smiled as she took off her garter belt. Oh, yeah. Mario had forgotten she had been wearing one for a minute, “Hot-CHA!” She yelled out, jumping and sending the garter far above her head… so that it hung from the chandelier. Good thing the Castle stopped using candles a while back.

“Hm-mm!” Peach hummed, clearly pleased with herself. Mario again had to wonder how the Grimoire defined “absentmindedly”, because Peach clearly minded how she took off her garments. Maybe she just wasn’t giving it as a great of a deal of thought as she had before, when this started? Just going with the flow? That could be it. “What should be next, I wonder?” She hummed to herself, “What would preserve my modesty the longest?”

She picked up the scepter and Perry, who replied, “Probably the dress. I bet no one would know that you weren’t wearing underwear so long as you still had the dress covering you up.”

“That’s true,” Peach mused, as she entered the next chamber and Mario followed after, “I was thinking it’d be more fun to take off the dress next, but that would go against the rules, wouldn’t it?” She giggled, “I’m glad I brought you along, Perry, I’m afraid I might not be thinking with my brain anymore.”

“Well, what else could you be thinking with, Peach?” Perry asked, confused and then gasped, “Gosh! Princess, are you magic like me?”

“Hee hee, I wonder,” Peach replied coyly as she set Perry down again, “Hmm, I think I might have to backtrack at least once. Or should I just go all in?”

“You’ve almost won, Princess! Just go for it!”

“Okay, you’re the boss!” Peach said as she hiked up her skirt and slipped off her panties. By the great Star Spirits, that was an image that Mario would never forget! Peach was turned away from him, so when she hiked up her skirt, he got a perfect view of her perfectly sculpted ass, but when she slipped that piece of fabric off, mamamia! There was a line of fluid that remained unbroken from her swollen pussy to the inside of her panties until they fell past her knees. Peach then brought her legs closer together and simply let them fall to the floor. Mario could’ve sworn they made a splat sound as they did so.

Peach then let her skirt fall, keeping some gathered in her hand so that the skirt didn’t touch the floor as she stepped out of her damp underwear. “N, next room,” Peach swayed, breathing heavily.

“P-Princess? Don’t forget about me!” Perry called out, and Peach apologized, “That’s right. Can’t win...without you.”

After Peach disappeared into the next room, Mario slipped in and, after making sure she couldn’t see him from the next room, stepped over to where Peach’s soaked underwear lay on the floor. He took off his gloves and picked them up. Excess fluid was squeezed out of them and onto his hand, still warm and sticky. He took them up to his face and breathed in deep her scent. Mario then left the panties roughly where he had found them and licked the evidence off of his hand, savoring her taste. It was salty, but also very sweet. Almost like sea salt caramel ice cream. It was a taste that Mario could definitely see himself enjoying more of in the future.

In the next chamber, Princess Peach set down the Vibe Scepter, but kept holding onto Perry, “I’m going to need your help with this one, Perry.”

“Glad to be of service, Your Majesty!”

“This is it, the reason why I thought I might need to backtrack,” Peach told him, “I can’t take my bra off without first undoing my dress.”

Oh. Mario hadn’t thought of that.

“But you don’t need to take it off all the way, right?” Perry suggested, “You can still keep the dress, um, mostly on? But just take off the bra once the dress is undone enough, and then take off the dress in the next room!”

“Perry, that’s…,” Peach paused, “Actually, that’s kind of brilliant. Why didn’t I think of that?” Mario silently agreed. Could Perry drink? Because he really wanted to take that parasol out for some for being such a bro.

“Because, well,” Was Perry blushing? “Do I really have to say it, Princess?”

“No, Perry dear,” Peach tittered, “It was rhetorical. Now then, there’s a small zipper on the back of my dress. I need your help undoing it.”

“Um, okay,” Perry said doubtfully, “How do I do that with no hands?”

“Use your mouth, silly!” Peach announced cheerfully, “I’ll move you into position, and you use that wonderful mouth of yours to grab it, and then I’ll use you to pull it down!”

“Oh,” Perry said simply, “Well that makes sense.”

“Okay, you ready?” Peach continued in the same cheerful tone as she lowered Perry behind her back. Mario ducked behind the wall just in case.

“Oh! I see it!” Perry announced, “Oh, there’s a button up top fastening it closed.”

“I’m sorry, I forgot all about that!” Peach reached her other hand behind her neck, skillfully unbuttoning the fastener with a single hand, “There! You should be able to get at it now!”

“Okay, lift me higher,” Perry directed, “Little higher…, too high! Good good, right there. Bring me in closer…, m’kay I god id!”

Princess Peach then moved Perry down, moving her arms into different positions when the angle got to be too awkward for her. Mario couldn’t see the zipper coming undone from where he was standing, Perry was in the way, but he did see the top of the dress slacken somewhat. After a few more moments, Peach had successfully unzipped her dress, “That should be the bottom, thank you Perry.”

“No problem, Princess!”

Mario ducked behind the wall again as Princess Peach once again lifted Perry up and over her back. When he shifted back, he saw that she had leaned him against a nearby table and she had already slipped both of her arms out of her dress and began fiddling with the clasp of her bra, a minor obstacle for her dexterous fingers. In mere moments, Princess Peach’s breasts had been freed from their silken prison. Mario wished he could’ve seen them as they were released, bouncing slightly as gravity took hold on her lovely mounds, but for now he’d have to settle for the image in his head.

Not that the sight before him was any less lovely. Mario imagined many people would kill to see Peach’s back, fully bare and exposed. Her flawless, milky white skin looked so smooth, it took all Mario had to not rush in there and feel her up. After depositing her bra on top of the table, Peach brushed her hair back into place and slipped her arms back into the sleeves of the dress. She then made a pleasant, humming noise along the lines of “mmfph,” and did a cute little squirm as she pulled the dress back into place.

“Are you okay, Princess?” Perry asked.

“Yeah,” Peach replied breathlessly, “It’s just…, when I think about what I’m about to do, I can’t help but feel a little excited.”

“I’m excited, too!” Perry announced as Peach picked him up again, “Do you need me to zip you back up?”

“Oh, Perry, you’re such a gentleman!” Peach giggled, “But, no thank you. It’s about to come off anyways.”

“Then why not now?”

“Because of the game!” Peach told him, “I already cheated on the stairwell. If I do it again, I won’t have enough clothes to make it to the finish line!”

“Aren’t you down to your last piece of clothing, anyways?”

“No…,” Peach touched her tiara, “There’s one more thing afterwards.”

“Wait, the crown counts?” Perry asked, confused, “Then why haven’t you taken it off, before… well, just about anything else?”

That was a good point, Mario thought. One of the very first things she took off was her signet ring, one of the symbols of her royal station and absolutely necessary for her to perform her duties. It was definitely odd how she hadn’t removed it yet.

Peach was silent for some time before speaking, “It’s just… It’s silly, really, but it was something I overheard my father say once. That a monarch is always fully clothed, even if the only thing he’s wearing is his crown.”

“He said that?”

“He was…,” Peach hesitated, “A very proud man. A merchant had tricked him into buying, ahem, ‘invisible’ fabric.”

It was Perry’s turn to be quiet, “Would it be mean if I laughed?”

“Not at all,” Peach laughed, “I never let him live it down!” And with that, she marched into the next chamber. Mario, meanwhile, needed a minute to come down from a bout of silent laughter.