A meeting with divinity

In Mario’s bedroom, there is a part of the flooring where two of the wooden panels don’t quite touch, almost big enough to stick a whole finger through. Normally this stretch of paneling is covered by a throw rug, but Mario could see that as he walked in that it had been uncovered. Mario took hold of the paneling from underneath and lifted the perfectly balanced trap door. It opened silently, revealing a dimly lit room below, most of which was taken up by boxes, stacked floor to ceiling. Mario hopped down the aperture, taking the single story jump like one might take hopping off of a staircase three steps early.

Mario followed the light to its source, into a back room with a writing desk set along the back wall. The light was coming from a lamp on the desk, casting harsh shadows upon the surrounding environs. Sitting before it was a very familiar green-capped individual. His head was slumped backwards into the chair, and he was… snoring?

Mario walked up to his brother Luigi, frowning slightly. Surely he wasn’t actually asleep and this was some sort of prank? But upon closer examination, Mario could verify the truth for himself. His younger, yet taller brother was indeed asleep. That wasn’t the only thing that was weird about this situation either: Luigi’s penis was out, pulled out along with his balls out of the zipper of his overalls, curled up into a small mound of flesh. Mario wasn’t too put off by the sight: it wasn’t anything that he hadn’t seen before.

Turing his attention to the desk, Mario saw the package that he’d given Parakarry. The Grimoire Fantasia peeked out of a small part of the envelope where Luigi had evidently begun opening it.

“You should really be more careful with that,” a voice intoned, prompting a yelp from Mario, who turned to Luigi, only to see that his bro was still out for the count. Wait, of course that wasn’t Luigi. That was a woman’s voice! But there was no one else in here apart from them.

“Who’s there?” Mario called out, flexing his hand in preparation to conjure a fireball.

“Now, now,” the disembodied voice laughed, a rich and dignified sound, so different from Peach’s childlike giggles, “I promise you, little man, that I am not here to hurt you. I’m here to help you.”

“Then why are you hiding?” Mario continued to scan what little of the room there was. He didn’t like this one bit. The walls of boxes were too close. Any Boo could come streaking out at him and Mario would have no time to react. Not to mention he couldn’t actually use fire here, this was his house!

“Put your mind at ease, my friend,” she said again, her deep voice soothing the air between them, “I simply did not wish to startle you with my appearance. I’m going to approach from the trap door, alright?”

Cutting off his only means of egress, Mario gritted his teeth, not that he could’ve ran off without his bro, who was still dead asleep even with all this noise going off right in his ear, like someone had used a spell or a Sleepy Sheep on him.

Finally, the voice’s owner appeared, phasing through the ceiling above him. She was humanoid in appearance, twice as tall as Mario and made of nothing but soft, elegant curves. Her vase-shaped body was accentuated by her large assets, which were veiled behind thin white garments that hung from her body, trimmed in gold. Gold was also her color of choice for the myriad chains and jewelry that adorned her body. From her hip hung a large sparkly-pink tome that looked as though it were too heavy for the fine metal chain that held it. Two sets of pearl-white wings spread from her back and hips, and a much smaller set from her head, which was crowned in long dark hair that flowed in an unseen breeze, and shimmered like stars in the cosmos. On her forehead was a tattoo that resembled a crest somewhere between a symbolic shape for a heart and a tribal design resembling a uterus. But what stood out most to Mario was her skin. It was blue; a very rich blue that you would only seen replicated in precious stones or spilled ink. And then he saw her eyes, they were the same shade of pink as her tome, which also sparkled mischievously. But there also was untold age in those eyes Mario noted as the individual before looked him down then up like she would a snack. The kind of age that he’d only seen twice before: in Queen Jaydes and Grambi, the immortal rulers of the Underwhere and Overthere, respectfully. There was no question in Mario’s mind as to what this woman was.

“You’re a goddess,” Mario stated, putting his hand down. He knew that there was nothing that he could say or do that could harm her. He’d fought beings whose powers bordered on divinity before, but never an actual deity. Well, except for Galeem, but Mario wasn’t alone in that fight.

She clapped once excitedly and smiled, “Oh, I’m so glad you caught on quickly! That’ll save us a lot of time.”

Considering current events, Mario didn’t need to ask why she was here either. Once you’ve gone around the adventuring bend a few times, you start getting good at guessing motives, “And you’re either here because you’re bored or you’re here to have me return the Grimoire.”

“Right on both counts,” she nodded once, “But there’s no rush on that second part. You can just hand it back when you’re done with it.”

“So you’re some kind of sex goddess who’s gotten bored,” Mario said aloud more for his own benefit than for hers, “So you dropped one of your reality-warping artifacts on an unsuspecting world in the hopes that it’ll conjure up some kind of entertainment for you.”

“Wow,” she said, visibly impressed, “I wish all my exposition dumps were this easy. I don’t have to explain a thing!”

“Well, at least this isn’t a trap by one of my enemies,” Mario sighed, “That’s a huge weight off of my chest.” He took a moment to grab the Tome off of the desk, tearing open the envelope and sticking it back into his overalls pocket.

“Wow, you got it to fit in there?” the goddess asked, floating over to him her body clipping into the environment as she did so, “Is it a pocket of holding?”

“Er, yeah, actually,” Mario scratched the back of his head, “Each one of my pockets has about five feet of cubic space in it, I think?”

“Interesting,” she said floating with her body perpendicular to him, giving Mario the perfect view of her cleavage. He could also see with her being this close, that the thin fabric of her dress did very little to hide her dark areola, “Sorry. You have no idea how rare it is to see spatial magic performed on such a casual scale. Normally, people make incredibly ornate backpacks for this kind of magic. The closest I ever saw of this was when I dropped the Tome in a world and it was picked up by an Amazonian princess who was wearing a Brassier of Holding. Boy, was that a surprise when she took it off!”

Mario thought of some of the women he had met that sometimes complained about their large breasts. Maybe there was a market to be had there. Mario put that thought away for later, he had more pressing issues.

“Well, enough about me, let’s talk about you,” Mario told her, trying to ignore how her bare foot and the chain jewelry hanging from it was clipping into his box of old PlayToad magazines, “Let’s start with a name. I’m Mario Jumpman, Royal Plumber and Hero of the Mushroom Kingdom.”

“Oh, yes, I do suppose introductions are in order,” the blue-skinned woman replied as she flipped her feet around and crossed her legs as though she were now sitting in an invisible chair, “My name is Vidyhyne, Goddess of Sex, specifically of Voyeurism and Exhibitionism. Although, I think we all are on some level by sheer necessity. Sex deities, that is.”

“There are more of you?” Mario raised his eyebrows.

“Oh, honey, there’s only one of me,” Vidyhyne laughed, “And I’m the only one ‘dumb’ enough to keep dropping her Sex Note.”

“‘Your’ Sex Note?” Mario blinked, and then pointed to one on her hip, “Then what’s that?”

“Let’s just call it my spare Sex Note,” Vidyhyne suggested in a tone that said that this topic was over.

“Okay, none of my business anyways,” Mario held his hands up in the universal gesture of ‘no offense’. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, uh, sorry how do you pronounce your name again?”

“Vii-deh-hiin-neh,” she sounded it out to him slowly, “But you may call me Vide for short. And it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.”

Latin for “I see”? How very appropriate for a goddess of voyeurism, Mario thought as he shook the her hand. Her palms were very soft, like Peach’s, but her grip was much firmer. He noted silently that her fingernails were cut into sharp points and painted pink. Actually, no they were naturally pink. Weird.

“You said something about your appearance?” Mario was curious.

“Oh. Yes, this is the most humanoid that I can make my form,” she smiled, almost apologetically, “I simply cannot imagine myself as being more attractive without wings than with, no matter how hard I try.”

“And the skin? Why blue?”

“I’ve been told that it’s a very calming color for humans,” she explained, examining the back of her hand, “And I must admit, the color looks quite good on me. I used to be a very deep red, the color of dark, passionate feelings. But it, along with my original form freaked out most of the people who found my book. Some of them were admitted to asylums, poor things.”

“What did your original form look like?” Mario asked before he could stop himself.

Vide’s smile didn’t reach her eyes as she laughed, an almost menacing sound, “I don’t think you’re ready for that yet. I’ve learned my lessons about showing my true form too early.”

“R, right,” Mario cleared his throat, swiftly changing the topic, “So what did you do to my brother, then?”

“Nothing that he’ll remember,” Vide laughed softly, her expressions and mood changing as swiftly as the wind, “He was about to find out your secret and after seeing what you did with your first entry, I had a vested interest in making sure that book stays in your hands for at least a while longer. That, and I needed to pound one out. I apologize if I took his first time.”

“No, I think you did him a favor,” Mario looked sideways at his brother, “Unlike me, Luigi’s always had the ladies crawling all over him, but he was always too oblivious or not confident enough to enter a relationship with any of them. Although, Daisy, bless her soul, keeps trying for some reason.”

“Such a shame,” Vide licked her lips, “He wasn’t a bad kisser.”

“So, back to the other thing you mentioned,” Mario said, “Was my first entry really all that grand?”

“Oh, was it?!” Vide gushed excitedly, “Ohmidaddy, do you have any idea what a rare breed you are?”

“Uh…, n, no?” Mario stuttered, but he had a feeling she was about to tell him anyway.

“Almost every single world I’ve dropped my Tome in, the first entries are always the same,” Vide explained anyway, “‘This person will kiss me’, ‘That person will give me a blowie’, ‘All people of the opposite sex are attracted to me’, which doesn’t even work anyway, so don’t even try it!” Mario smiled and nodded as she continued, “I usually disappear for about a week to wait for a person’s moral sense to corrode from the power that quite literally fell into their laps, but you!” Vide punctuated this point by flying inches from Mario’s face and booping him on the nose energetically, “You not only got a member of royalty to strip naked in front of her subjects and perform lewd actions in front of them, but as byproduct of that, you got her crowned queen, incited an orgy, and took her virginity while they watched. Do you have any idea how hard that is to pull off, let alone on the first try?”

“No,” Mario replied.

“Of course you wouldn’t!” Vide exclaimed floating away from him and throwing her hands into the air, the action making her supple bosom jiggle, “And that’s the most awesome thing about you!”

She giggled like a madwoman, biting her thumb and rubbing her thighs together, “You have so much imagination, Mario! I can’t wait to see what wild shenanigans you pull off next, and even if you don’t I at least know that you’re pretty daring and aren’t shy about performing some really kinky stuff in front of an audience.”

Mario patted his pocket, “Oh, don’t you worry about that. I’m only getting started.”

Suddenly there was a noise beside him and Luigi snorted awake with a loud, “A-wha?” He blinked weary and looked around, and then looked at where Mario was standing with Vide floating next to them both. He yelped, and would’ve fallen out of the chair if he wasn’t stopped by a sturdy stack of boxes.

“Oh, it’s just you, Mario,” Luigi relaxed with a sigh. Mario looked sidelong at Vide, who replied by holding her finger up to her mouth in a “hush” gesture, “How did you know I was down here?”

“Tiptron told me,” Mario replied, turning his attention back to his brother, “And the rug was moved out of the way. It wasn’t that hard to guess.”

“Oh, that makes sense,” Luigi yawned, “I wanted to surprise you, but I guess the trip took more out of me than I thought. I came down here to…, what was it again?”

“Beat one out?” Mario pointed at Luigi’s open fly. The younger brother blushed and quickly packed it away, “Yeah, but I couldn’t find the PlayToads.”

Mario indicated the box right next to Vide’s head, “It’s right up here.” Mario’s heart pounded in his chest, how did his bro not see the voluptuous azure goddess before him?

But Luigi looked right through her, it seemed, “Oh, right. Sorry bro, things have been rough recently, and…, why are you dressed like a stripper?”

Vide laughed like she were doing a spit take. Mario looked down at himself for a quick moment. He was still in nothing but a pair of his overalls, with only one of the fasteners on. He didn’t even put on shoes when he left, “Oh, I was just at Castle Toadstool. Me and Peach finally got together.”

Luigi looked at him doubtfully, “Just admit it bro, you were down here to rub one out, too.”

Mario opened his mouth to protest, but then decided the better of it. Luigi would learn the truth eventually, “You got me. I just wanted to see if I could pull a fast one on ya.”

“Right,” Luigi got up, “I’ll leave you to it, then. I’m going to bed.” Luigi got about halfway to the exit when he stopped, “Say, bro, you haven’t had any Boo problems around here, right?”

“No,” Mario confirmed, “Why do you ask?”

“Just a dream I had,” Luigi scratched his head, “The most beautiful woman drifted through the desk, and…,” Luigi trailed off, “Never mind, it was just a dream.”

Luigi climbed up the ladder back upstairs, calling out, “Night, bro!” before letting the trap door shut.

Mario waited for the sounds of Luigi’s snores to start drifting down from above before saying anything, “So I take it from that interaction that I’m the only one who can see you?”

“You got it!” Vide replied. Mario thought of Luigi’s “dream”. A Boo, huh? There were probably quite a few cute Boos out there who’d love to do it with Luigi. Maybe Lady Bow would be interested? But so long as Luigi had such little confidence in himself, he’d never get it with a girl. Maybe he could do his bro a favor?

“You’re going to follow me around everywhere, aren’t you?” Mario asked her.

“More or less,” Vide admitted with a shrug, “But even if I’m away, don’t feel as though you have to stop whatever you’re doing for my account.”

“You’re clairvoyant,” Mario guessed.

“Oh, you’re good!” Vide’s eyes lit up again.

Mario checked the time on an old clock that he’d stuck down here. It was getting late, and the Queen was probably wondering where he was. Luckily Mario now had an alibi thanks to his brother. If he hurried, he might be able to squeeze in a few things into the Grimoire before leaving.