The Princess bares (it) all!

The next room was a hallway with only two exits apart from the one from which someone entered, and Princess Peach appeared to be steeling herself in front of the door in the middle of the hallway. Mario didn’t know that much about Toadstool Castle as much as he’d like, but he think he knew roughly where he was: the last few rooms that he’d followed the Princess through had more or less lead them in a circuitous route. The door at the end led to the room from which they had first stepped off the landing of the stairwell. The door in the middle led to one of the castle’s four outside towers. Probably.

“It’s not too late to back out if you want, Princess,” Perry told her softly, “No one’s seen you yet.”

“No,” Princess Peach replied just as softly, “I must do this. I must.” With that, the Princess stripped off her semifinal garment, leaving her dress a heap on the floor. Unlike before, when she had her back to Mario, he could catch a good glimpse of her breasts now that they were in profile. Her lovely lady mounds were perfect, perky, and teardrop-shaped with a rose-tinted kiss of a nipple on each that stiffened upon contact with the cool castle air. Her chest was just as flushed as her face, muddled red with blood just under her skin.

Her eyes closed and head tilted to the side as her lips slowly parted to let loose a soft sigh of relief, as though all the stress that she’d built up in the last month were finally lifted from her shoulders and left her slumped over slightly. The sigh was undercut with an erotic noise that summoned something primal from deep within Mario that wanted nothing more than to rip off his overalls and tear open Peach’s virtue like a rack of tender, slow-smoked ribs. But he just barely managed to reign the feeling in. Breathe in, hold it, breathe out, repeat.

“Okay,” Peach finally announced, “I’m ready.” She then stepped forward out of her dress, and Mario caught a flash of light reflected off of most of her thigh. Stars, was she that wet? He also got to see her groin for even less of a fraction of a second before she stepped forward with her other leg, into the threshold of the tower. Where it wasn’t coated in small tuft of blond hair, Mario could see that it too was swollen red with increased blood-flow and coated in slick fluids, pubes damp with the promise of a good time.

Mario gave himself another deep breath before continuing on, not wanting to spoil the game before getting to the best bit. The last paragraph, eyes on the prize. Don’t be like Bowser and ruin your villainous plan at the last minute because you couldn’t be patient. Although, having heard what he had, Mario again had to ask if what he was doing was virtuous or villainous, because from the sounds of things, Princess Peach needed this just as much as he did. It was undoubtedly an evil act to make her do this by using a magic, reality-warping notebook, but on the other hand it seemed like what he had done was a heroic act for Princess Peach’s sake?

These were the thoughts that went round and round in Mario’s head as he climbed the tower’s spiral staircase, making sure that he wasn’t moving too fast for the individuals he was secretly following. Round and round it went; hero, villain, good, evil. Until he finally struck upon a different kind of thought: Maybe what he was doing wasn’t good nor evil, but more ambivalent. Morally neutral. Was such a concept even natural or normal? Mario supposed so. Carnivores ate only meat, not out of any kind of maliciousness, but because that was their nature. Although, to be fair, Mario had begun this whole adventure because he wanted to get back at Peach over his own selfish desires, but the way he had written his entry in the Grimoire Fantasia had apparently left enough wiggle room for Peach to freely approach the path he’d laid out for her on her own terms, her own ideas. That, most definitely, was not necessarily a bad thing.

Morally neutral. Yeah, Mario could be that. He definitely was no tyrant, killing whomever got in between him and his goals. Even Bowser, for all his faults, wasn’t that evil. Maybe the two were more alike than Mario had originally thought.

But then, Mario had to put a pin in that idea, because he had nearly reached the top of the spiral staircase. Peeking around the bend, he saw Princess Peach standing naked on the landing, once again frozen in place next to a vanity. She was looking at herself in a small mirror, hung on the wall, right at face level for her. Or rather, a few inches higher, as it had been hung at the perfect height if she had been in heels.

Her whole body was tense, the Vibe Scepter tucked under the arm that was holding Perry, with the other frozen reaching for her tiara. A war of emotions was roiling in her eyes, even Mario could tell as much from even as far away as he was. Her lips were parted in a grimace, teeth grinding. Maybe he was wrong, maybe this was pushing Peach too far – but then, in a sudden movement and almighty roar of defiance, Princess Peach snatched the tiara from her golden locks and slammed it great and terrible **** upon the vanity in front of her.

Again, it was although a great weight had been lifted from her. But instead of being calm and relaxed like before, she was panting and heaving like she’d just ran a triathlon. As wet, too, with all the fluids and sweat covering her body.

“I did it.” Mario almost didn’t hear her whisper. “I did it.” A little louder. “I did it, I did iiiiiiiit!!” Peach screamed joyfully, tears streaming down her face. She took Perry in both hands, “Perry, I did it! I! DID! IT!”

“Princess, I understand that you’re excited,” Perry smiled, “But I’m right here, you don’t have to shout.”

“I’m so happy!” Peach sobbed, wiping the tears from her face, “I won! Now I just need to go collect my prize!”

“Okay,” Perry said, “I’ll help you. You said you need to go down to the audience chamber right?”

“Yeah,” Peach sniffed, opening the door and stepping through, “You’ll always be with me forever, right, Perry? Even if everyone abandons me?”

“Of course,” Perry told her, “I’ve been with you since you were an infant, and I’m not about to forsake you now.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Peach said whimsically, wiping yet another tear from her flushed face, “Even on those nights I felt the most lonesome, you were there for me.”

“Hey, so long as you clean and polish my handle afterwards, I’ll never have any complaints!” Perry told her.

“Thanks, Perry,” Peach laughed heartily. Mario had to slap a hand over his mouth and bite down to keep himself from doing the same. But… wait. Didn’t that mean that a sentient parasol had struck a home run before Mario did? That even a magic umbrella wasn’t a virgin in this kingdom? Could Peach even be considered a virgin if the dildo she used was intelligent?!

A whole new line of philosophical thought had opened up in Mario’s mind, and he didn’t like the implications of the answers such questions might lead to.

The sound of a door opening brought Mario back to reality, and he rushed up the stairs just in time to see that Princess Peach had not only opened a door to a balcony, but had also clambered on top of the thick stone railing meant to keep people from falling off. If it weren’t for the fact that Peach had Perry, Mario would’ve been concerned for her safety. The parasol’s main purpose as a magical tool was to slow its user’s descent while in midair. Mario ducked around the threshold of the door, so as to not be accidentally seen by Perry when Peach opened him.

Having written the entry that had led Princess Peach thus far, Mario had a fair summation of what the Princess intended to do: She was going to take the most direct, but most heavily populated route to the audience chamber. The fastest route to the audience chamber from just about anywhere else in the castle was right through the front gates and up the grand staircase. What was the most heavily populated route in that case? From Toad Town Plaza.

Therefore, Princess Peach, face of the Mushroom Kingdom was going to float down from one of Toadstool Castle’s five towers straight into the most heavily populated part of Toad Town (Mario checked his watch), during the busiest time of the day, as naked as the day she was born, and then march straight from there back to Toadstool Castle and into the audience chamber, whereupon she will plop her royal buttocks. Only then, will she carry out the last paragraph that Mario had written in the Grimoire.

His hand went to it, but he didn’t need it to know what he had written. At the time it had been the perfect ****, but now? Maybe it was just what the Princess, and therefore the Mushroom Kingdom needed to break its endless cycle, and start anew.

There it was. The sound of Peach unfurling Perry. “Are you ready, my friend?”

“Forever and always, Your Highness!”

And with that, she was off.