Steamed Peach

Being kidnapped is terrifying. You don't know where you are, what might happen, or how long-- Or IF-- You'll be freed! It's a truly scary experience!

At least, for the average person. But for someone who's been kidnapped as often as Peach? She was mad, more than anything else.

"Oh, that nasty turtle! If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was trying to cook me!" Peach huffed, leaning her head back against the bars.

She'd been kidnapped. Again. Waiting to be rescued. Again. And trapped inside a cage, dangling precariously over a pit of lava. AGAIN. It'd been ages since anyone, even Bowser, had come to see her. No food, no water, and no reprieve from the molten lava down below.

If she hadn't removed her dress, she'd almost certainly have melted into a peachy pink puddle by now!

She sat on the floor of her cage, clad in her white and pink undies, soaked with sweat. She was mad. Mad that she was made to suffer these indignities, again, and again. Mad that she had to wait to be rescued. With her frustration bubbling over like the lava below, Peach stood and gripped the bars.

"Hello? You can't just kidnap me and leave me alone! I'm a princess!" She shouted at nobody. Not that she was feeling like much of a princess. She sighed, leaning against the bars...

And paused.

Her dress was very big and thick-- Too thick for these bars. But without it, with her body slick with sweat... She pushed against the cage. Straining, slowly angling her body through the gaps! She groaned, her generous hips giving quite the fight, but after a few moments--

Pop!

Peach slipped through the bars, and made a mad leap over the lava, to the ground below! She landed hard, and was left panting... And beaming! She'd escaped! All on her own! Popping up, she looked toward the cage, and the hem of her dress.

"Come on..."

Peach jumped. Again, and again, trying to grasp her dress. Gosh, how does Mario manage to jump so high? She'd almost reached it... Only to squeak, as she nearly fell right into the lava pit! She scrambled back on her panty-clad butt...

Then huffed at the thick, pink garment, and turned toward the door.

"Hmph! Who needs you, anyway? That poofy thing has been holding me back for ages!"