Queen Toadstool arrives at her Castle

Meanwhile, back at Toadstool Castle, the staff were in uproar over the apparent disappearance of Princess Peach. Mere minutes after her final appearance from her bedchambers, a handler was dispatched to check in on Peach’s whereabouts. When the handler couldn’t locate her, and worse when he found her royal garments strewn about the West Hall, a silent alarm was sounded. At first, (Star Spirits bless the innocent minds of the Toads) the assumption was that she must have been getting ready for a bath, but then they found her garter belt hanging from the chandelier…, and her wet panties laying on the floor in a small puddle of vaginal fluids. Also, the Hall of Ablution was in a completely different part of the castle.

Needless to say, Toadsworth was quite beside himself with worry and concern. He immediately ordered the entire guard to scour the castle for any sign of the Princess, apart from those stationed on the ramparts whom he placed on high alert.

As all of this was going on, a bemused Mario stood leaning against the wall in the castle’s Foyer with his arms crossed, watching the Toads scurrying back and forth frantically. They never handled panic well, did they? Mario thought as he witnessed two Toads run headlong into each other, almost knocking each other out.

“Master Mario!” Toadsworth finally took notice of the red-clad plumber leaning nonchalantly against the sky-blue wall, “It’s terrible! Princess Peach has gone missing!”

“Do you know where she went?” Mario asked calmly.

“No,” Toadsworth responded, “That’s why I said she’s missing!”

“Well, I’ve seen no sign of Bowser,” Mario mused, trying to appear that he was being helpful, “So I highly doubt she’s been kidnapped. Maybe she got lost in one of the castle’s secret passages? Or…,”

“Or?” Toadsworth asked.

“Did you check the paintings?” Mario suggested, “Maybe King Boo’s using them as portals again.”

“That’s a good idea!” Toadsworth replied, then turned around to command the guard, “Search the paintings, if a Boo is possessing one, report back to me immediately!” Toadsworth then turned back to Mario, “We could really use your help in this endeavor, Master Mario.”

“I think I’m doing the best thing by staying here,” Mario replied, “With everyone searching the castle, odds are they’ll find her or whoever kidnapped her before I would. This way, they can find me and report back as swiftly as possible.”

“That’s… true,” Toadsworth relented reluctantly, “It’s just that you’re normally more gung-ho about finding her than this.”

“With age comes wisdom,” Mario said sagely, “I’d rather reserve my energy for when it’s needed most.”

Toadsworth was about to reply when a Toad ran on over to where the two were standing and stood at attention, “West Barricade reporting, sir!”

“What is it?” Toadsworth pivoted on the spot to speak to the guard like he were offering the steward a lifeline, “Report!”

“Sir, we spotted movement coming from Toad Town,” the guard replied, “A large number of townsfolk are marching towards Toadstool Castle, being led by Princess Peach, sir!”

“What?” Toadsworth harrumphed while Mario tried to hide a laugh. Thankfully, the old steward had no way of knowing that Mario was actually laughing at him, “That’s impossible! No one reported the Princess’s departure from the castle! This is no time for pranks, private!”

“This is no prank, sir!” the Toad replied.

“B, but…,” Toadsworth for once in his life appeared to be at a loss for words, “The Princess, how was she?”

The guard’s face reddened somewhat, but he continued his report without hesitation, “Princess Peach appeared unharmed, sir. She appears to be in the company of her parasol, Perry, and she’s currently in possession of the Vibe Scepter.”

“That tracks with what the Elite Squadron reported,” Toadsworth muttered, his brow furled in confusion, “Is there anything else?”

“Well, sir,” the guard for the first time seemed hesitant, and the color on his face turned even redder, “She, among with some others in the crowd, appear to be, well…, naked. Sir.”

It took Toadsworth a full minute to digest that information. It didn’t take Mario as long, as he’d already seen the Princess naked, but she got some of the townspeople to join in, too? How’d she manage that? “It would have been better if she had simply been kidnapped,” Toadsworth finally muttered.

“Sir?”

“It’s much worse than anything than I could have feared,” Toadsworth continued, not appearing to hear the dutiful Toad, “This isn’t a threat, it’s a scandal. Years of careful planning…,”

“Sir!”

Toadsworth was snapped out of his reverie, looking at the guard as if seeing him for the first time.

“Your orders?” the guard asked.

“My orders. Yes, yes, of course,” Toadsworth muttered. Mario, for one, was taking great pleasure in seeing the old steward squirm for the first time since they met, “We must recover from this scandal as best we can.”

Toadsworth turned to the guard, back to himself for the most part, “Call off both the search and the alert, all guards are to man their stations until recalled. All castle staff are to be made ready to receive the Princess at once, and tell the maidservants to hasten quickly to the front gates with a fresh dress. And a privacy screen!” he added hastily before dismissing the guard.

As Toadsworth continued to busy himself with Peach’s arrival, Mario continued to watch on from his position near the wall until he heard the flapping of wings, accompanied by a familiar voice, “Wow, sure is busy around here. What’s with all the ruckus?”

Mario looked up to see one of his old adventuring partners, Parakarry the Koopa Paratroopa. “Oh nothing much,” Mario told him, “Princess Peach went missing for a few minutes, that’s all.”

“Oh, that explains it,” Parakarry nodded, not needing any more information than that. The castle getting like this over one of Peach’s secret excursions was nothing new. Although, her being nude this time around was, but Parakarry would find out about that soon enough.

“By the way, Parakarry,” Mario said, pulling out a bulging envelope from his overalls pocket, “I need you to do something for me. Can you deliver this to my house as quickly as possible?”

Parakarry nodded, “Of course I can! Anything for an old partner!”

“Thank you,” Mario smiled at him. The genuine expression felt almost foreign to him, having been in a funk for so long, “After you’re done, you might want to hurry back. Something tells me that whatever’s about to happen, you’re not going to want to miss it.”

“That was the plan!” Parakarry replied as he took the envelope, “I still have to pick up mail from here anyways!” With that, the flying Koopa was off, flying out an open west-facing window, no doubt getting an eyeful of Peach on his way to Mario’s house.

Normally, Mario wouldn’t have used Parakarry to deliver his postage, and definitely not when said postage contained something as important as the Grimoire Fantasia, since the Paratroopa was not only notoriously slow but also had a habit of losing mail as he flew about the Kingdom. But Mario had used the Note to ensure that it would arrive at its destination swiftly, and he didn’t want incriminating evidence on his person in the main event to come.

“Parakarry
“Will arrive at Toadstool Castle for Mail Call and will deliver an unmarked envelope given to him by Mario to Mario’s house without delay and without losing any mail and then travel back to the Castle in time to witness and/or take part in the events described prior.”

Mario was glad to see that he could reference prior entries in the Sex Note. It would certainly open up more avenues of approach for future uses. Speaking of which, it would seem that the Princess had arrived at the West Checkpoint for the castle.

“Good, good,” Toadsworth muttered, “Anything else?”

The Toad giving the report shook his head, “Shortly after reporting the Princess’s arrival, all communication with the checkpoint ceased, sir!”

Another came running up, “Scouts on the Castle Wall are reporting that the Checkpoint Guards are currently escorting the Princess!”

“Well, that’s good,” Toadsworth nodded, “At least she has an armed guard now.”

“They’ve also stripped off their garments, sir.”

Again, Toadsworth seemed to be at a loss for words, and Mario had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing. “I see. Well, then. Keep me apprised of the situation,” Toadsworth eventually replied, dismissing the guards before mumbling, “Just what is going on? Why is everyone stripping?”

Soon enough, Princess Peach would be appearing over the crest of the hill leading to the West Gate’s entrance, so the guards opened up the double doors leading outside. The Princess was leading the citizens of Toad Town around the circuitous path leading up to the castle proper. Mario knew it well, it was the same path he had trudged up during the time Bowser and King Boo had teamed up to secretly invade Toadstool Castle, something that Mario would’ve been completely unaware of if it weren’t for a timely invitation from Peach for lunch. It felt very odd that their positions were now reversed: that he were waiting for her to show up. Then again, there was that one time that she saved him for once…

Everyone and everything that Toadsworth had called for was now waiting for Peach’s arrival in the Foyer, even a privacy screen tucked away in a corner of the room near the entrance where a spare dress and a team of Toadette handmaidens stood waiting. Mario had picked out the best seat in the house: not immediately obvious from the front doors, but with an uninterrupted view of the outside.

It wasn’t long until Mario saw Peach slowly come over the crest of the hill just past the cobblestone bridge directly outside the doors. First was her golden hair, a little messy but it still shone beautifully in the bright afternoon sun. Then her face, makeup still immaculate despite her tears from earlier; either she’d taken time to clean up, or that was some damn good sealer. But it was the next reveal that came over that hill that made Mario’s dick twitch: her supple bosom, bouncing with each step she took, nipples hardened from the cool springtime breeze. Both her face and chest were flushed red, but not from embarrassment. The expression on her face was one full of determination, eyes dead set on her goal past Toadsworth, and above Mario: the doors to the Audience Chamber and the Throne set within it.

As Peach’s swaying hips came into view, so did the nubile guards flanking her on either side, spears in hand. Mario ignored them and their engorged members, trying to get a look at Peach’s crotch as he had been unable to get a good look before. Under a crown of golden pubes, it was red and swollen with arousal, and the vulva parted slightly to expose her clit. Fluids flowed from it, clear and glistening, clinging to her legs. A breeze blew into the castle, and Mario could almost smell her sex again. His mouth watered, wanting to taste it. A tent formed in his overalls, tight and painful, begging release into the world. But the rational part of Mario’s mind knew he had to wait, too early and he’d ruin the best possible ending: that last paragraph.

As she came into full view, the rest of the castle staff began to gasp and whisper among themselves. Mario couldn’t hear what they were saying, nor could he tell if they were aroused or scandalized by what they saw. He also couldn’t see Toadsworth’s face from where he was, the steward’s back was facing him, but Mario didn’t need to see it to know that all of the color must’ve drained from it.

Princess Peach continued her march, and the mob she rallied followed behind her, all in various states of undress. It was like all the people of Toad Town had come with her: Mario saw Toads, Yoshi, Goombas, Koopas, Brocks, and even some Hoohooligans and Beanish folk traveled in her wake. Some of them had got out either their wing or cape power-ups for the occasion, making the large blanket-like garments the only thing they were wearing as they hovered over the crowd, sporting stiffies or dripping fluids… or both in some cases.

As they began to cross the bridge, one of the guards flanking the Princess said something to the other, who then nodded and rushed forward, his hard-on bouncing with every step. He crossed the threshold into the castle and stood at attention, “Announcing the arrival of Her Majesty, Queen Peach Toadstool of the Mushroom Kingdom!” The Toad then stood to one side and knelt, awaiting the entry of Queen Toadstool.

That’s when Mario blinked. Wait what? Queen Toadstool? That Toad misspoke, right? Mario’s sentiments appeared to be echoed throughout the Foyer, as the staff began to whisper frantically to each other, quelled only when Toadsworth cleared his throat and tapped his cane on the ground.

Finally, Peach had arrived, crossing the threshold into the castle with the nude mob filing in after her. Toadsworth didn’t waste any time putting on the simpering grandpa routine, “Welcome back, Your Highness. Your absence was felt terribly throughout the castle. We became aware of your current plight and have prepared a new dress for…”

“No.” The statement was quiet, but it reverberated throughout the room nonetheless. The tone of Peach’s voice was commanding, determined, and (dare Mario think it?) queen-like.

“I’m sorry?” Toadsworth asked, flabbergasted.

“I refuse to put on that ridiculous costume ever again,” there it was again. Not once did Peach raise her voice or yell at Toadsworth, but her words were undercut by commanding tone as though she were the one in command here and she knew it. So cool and matter-of-fact, it damn near gave Mario the chills. He had to stop and wonder, just how much of this behavior was actually Peach and how much was the Grimoire? Would this stop the moment she finished fulfilling what Mario had written down? Somehow he doubted it, but he was oddly okay with that.

“W, well, I’m sure we can find another dress…,” but Toadsworth’s words were interrupted by a derisive giggle from Peach.

“Another? Are you serious?” Peach laughed again, “My entire wardrobe is full of nothing but carbon copies of that exact dress!”

She had a point, Mario was hard-pressed to recall her ever wearing anything else unless she were participating in a sporting event or being temporarily possessed or mind-controlled by someone else.

Toadsworth was taken aback, clearly not used to getting this much push-back from Peach, “B-but it’s not becoming of a Princess to…,” again, Toadsworth was interrupted, this time by Peach clicking her tongue with a loud “tsch!” as she turned her head sharply.

“Were you not listening, old man?” She sneered, an expression not often seen on the demure Peach’s face. It was a foreign expression to everyone in the room, “Or perhaps you’ve become hard-of-hearing? Or worse, senile?”

Toadsworth sputtered, unable to get a word out before Peach indicated the still-kneeling guard, “I’m not your precious little Princess anymore. I am your Queen, and I’m here for my coronation.”

Half of the Foyer went quiet while the other erupted into cheers of “Long live the Queen!” Mario was in shock, this was the last thing he expected from what he had written down. Sure, he’d heard Peach complaining about it only a short while ago, but he didn’t think she’d actually act on it. Using the power of horny, no less! But Mario had to admit, there was something alluring in Peach standing there, calm, commanding, and confident even though she wore nothing but the smile on her face. It aroused him much more than the ditsy Princess he had known for so long.

Toadsworth was the first to recover, “B-but you father…!”

“Would’ve wanted me to move on a long time ago,” Peach wasted no time in countering, emphasizing her point by tapping Perry on the ground, “You were the one who stood in my way, and I let you. No more!”

“And before you say anything else,” Princess Peach continued, “I have the love and support of my people! They have stripped themselves to join me in solidarity, in order to present a united front! They want me to have that crown almost more than I do myself! Are you about to refuse the will of the Mushroom People, Toadsworth?”

“I, y-you, w, well…!” Toadsworth searched for words as he scanned the room, looking for support from the castle staff and finding none. The Toadette handmaidens had taken away the mannequin bearing Peach’s dress and the privacy screen before joining their fellow Toads and Toadettes from Toad Town and stripping themselves of their restrictive garments. The guards had also followed suit, stripping off their clothes, but not disarming themselves.

Mario noted with some interest that there were hardly any clothes to be seen in the crowd now. When the mob had been marching up, the plumber had at least seen the odd article of clothing, but now everyone was completely stripped of all textiles, hiding nothing from the world. There was a power in that, Mario mused.

Toadsworth was losing the battle and he knew it. He then spotted Mario and almost lunged at him like a drowning man would at a life preserver, “M, Mario! Surely, you can talk sense into the Princess!”

“Mario?” For the first time since she’d entered the room, Peach’s voice faltered. She followed Toadsworth’s gaze to wear Mario had tucked himself away, just out of view. Mario straightened up from where he’d been leaning against the wall and walked casually into Peach’s line of sight and smirked.

A hush had settled on the castle as everybody waited with baited breath, and for the first time Mario had become keenly aware of how much political sway he held in the Kingdom. The Toads loved their Princess, that much was for certain, why else would they willingly bare it all for her sake? But they also loved him, the Hero of the Mushroom Kingdom. Mario had no doubt in his mind that he could doom the entire Kingdom, right here and now, and start a civil war by backing Toadsworth. But the adventure-weary plumber had seen enough of war.

And so, the red-clad plumber from Brooklyn told the steward, “I believe the Queen has made up her mind.”

As the Toads erupted into cheers and Queen Toadstool gave Mario a look of gratitude, Toadsworth’s face fell and sighed, “Very well, I know when I’ve beaten,

“Prepare for the coronation of Queen Peach Toadstool!” Toadsworth commanded. He then turned to proceed in the direction of the Treasury, only to find a member of the Elite Squadron already rushing towards him with an ornate crown resting upon a purple velvet cushion. “Well, that saves me some time,” the old steward muttered.