Chapter 6: Waluigi Sticks His D*ck Where It Doesn’t Belong 2

And so, the game began with a roaring start. By roaring, I mean that everyone sat around staring at each other while they took turns rolling dice to see who went first. The order of turns was Shy Guy, Wario, Bowser, then Waluigi, who rolled 5, 3, 2, and 1 respectively. After this, the other contestants left the spawn one by one as their turns came and went. Eventually, Waluigi was left alone, waiting for an indication that it was his turn. His mind wandered once again to Daisy, and a warm feeling filled him. She really was the only one for him, and after this game, she’ll finally be able to see that he’s the only one for her.

A loud ding rang out signaling that the previous turn concluded. It was now Waluigi’s turn. He took his comically large dice block, hoisted it over his head, and threw it with all his might. The dice block impacted heavily the sand, sending particles spraying into the air. The disappointment at the number it displayed was palpable. A large yellow 1 was proudly facing towards the sky, irritating Waluigi with its smugness.

Wahtever. 

And so, Waluigi moved one space out of the spawn. Each space was about 1x1 kilometer and it was hot enough outside to make even that distance a struggle. After what felt like an eternity, Waluigi reached his new space. Once again, Waluigi had to wait for his turn.

This game sucks, was all that he could think to himself. What kind of masochist would enjoy a game like this? It’s nothing but luck, and it’s miserable the whole time! Waluigi definitely didn’t like it, that’s for sure.

Waluigi did this several times. He would throw a dice, look at where he could move, and then go there. There are very few good options that aren’t already ocupado, so he missed several items, and other good times. Instead, he was the first to reach the sandy bridge that would allow him to reach the other islands. As he crossed, he couldn’t help but notice the large chunks of sand falling off of the bottom. Somebody’s gonna have a bad time trying to cross this. Eventually, this shit’s going down. Luckily for Waluigi, it wasn’t gonna be him falling into the ocean.

And so he fell back into the pattern of rolling and moving, gradually moving through the game map. Eventually, Waluigi found himself on a particularly well-shaded portion of the map on the third island. Little did he know, there was someone else here. He was ready to sit down in the shade, and have a nice break from traversing the large, fruity landscape. Instead, Waluigi was met with something he was neither ready nor had ever expected to face. Princess Peach was chained to a post by her wrists, bent over, wearing her usual attire if perhaps a little more roughshod than normal. The moment Waluigi had seen her, she met his gaze. 

She spoke first – in her typical, grating, too effeminate tone of voice “Oh no! I’ve been found by a man prone to his baser instincts!” Waluigi was about to speak but before he could vocalize anything she continued, “Oh what am I to do, my purity is going to be sullied and the Mushroom Kingdom’s dignity will be forever tarnished! Please sir don’t lift my dress and ravage me while I’m restrained and helpless!”

 At this point she’d bent herself over at the waist and was shaking her hips seductively at Waluigi, looking back at him expectantly. Even through her frilly dress, it was apparent she had a wonderfully pert ass that caused Waluigi’s prick to swell in his overalls. 

“Please sir, if you were to take my purity you would not only damage our kingdom’s reputation but also think about how poor Mario would feel! Think about sad, little Mario. Think about his face twisting in agony as his lover is taken from him on live television~!” At the end of the sentence, her voice lilted in a way that belied the despairing statement that accompanied it. The face she was making was creased and the only way to describe it was purely sadistic. 

“Think about poor Mario and how much pain it would cause him if you avail yourself of my hindquarters in front of millions! Imagine the shame he would feel watching me moan on the dick of a stranger, making me feel better than he ever could!” At this point, she began to frustratedly thrust her hips upward in an attempt to entice poor Waluigi. The only thought that Waluigi could muster in this situation was a resounding Waahhhtt the fahk?

Waluigi had never been faced with this situation or anything even remotely similar before. There was only one thing he knew he had to do.

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He had to help Princess Peach out of those chains.

“NO! THAT’S NOT WHAT I WANT YOU IMBECILE!” Princess Peach had raised her voice to a frustrated yell that Waluigi had never heard before in their admittedly rather limited previous interactions. “IS EVERYONE IN THE MUSHROOM KINGDOM SO SPINELESS!?”

It’s not that Waluigi didn’t get that she was trying to entice him, nor that he was completely uninterested, it was that he was still trying to get with Daisy. Fucking Daisy’s sister didn’t seem like the best move at this point in time, especially since he was still holding out (pointlessly, I might add) that Daisy might have feelings for him. He had no intention of giving Peach’s masochistic ass what she wanted. At least, he didn’t until she said the following words in a mocking tone. “I bet Luigi wouldn’t be so spineless”. 

Waluigi grabbed her dress and pulled her face to face with him so their bodies were mere inches apart “Wahhhht was that?” he said angrily. She looked at him smugly, her beautiful face mocking him, and said “I bet Luigi is twice the man you are. That’s why Daisy won’t fuck you.”. The mere mention of Luigi’s name caused hatred to swell within him. Less of a man than Luigi? That wasn’t gonna slide.

Waluigi turned her around and used one hand to harshly cling to her still-clothed breasts and pull her top-half flush with him, and the other to rip through her dress and undergarments, exposing her white, delicate-looking butt to the world. She squealed with pure joy as he pulled his cock out of his overalls. She couldn’t see it as she was facing the other direction, but she could feel it as it slapped meatily on her buttocks. “Is that how big they’re supposed to be!? Mario’s is barely half that size!” 

Waluigi responded, “I don’t waaahhnt to hear you.” using the torn cloth from her dress he plugged her mouth. 

Peach’s pussy was a beautiful shade of pink, which would go along wonderfully with the bright red her ass would be when Waluigi was done. He wasted no time sliding himself into her. The half-moan half-scream she let out gradually grew louder until he was completely inside of her. Despite there having been no foreplay or anything of the sort she was so wet there was no trouble completely hilting himself. Waluigi hesitated for a moment before finally, his resolve was in place. He was going to fuck her until either she apologized (Her mouth is stuffed with cloth, so that wasn’t happening), or she could no longer stand. Whichever came first. He was handling her roughly, just as she’d wanted, but he was sure he could far outstretch her desire until she was begging for forgiveness.

He tore open the fabric holding her breasts back from the world, causing them to spill out into plain sight. He harshly grabbed at them causing her to let out a loud moan as he began to furiously thrust into her depths. 

It was at this moment that Peach realized she may have overestimated her desire. Waluigi’s dick was about 8” as a conservative estimate and her only other sexual experience was really vanilla sex with Mario, whose penis was distinctly average. She’d had dreams of being taken by “a real man” but now that it was happening she found herself second-guessing that decision. The problem wasn’t that she didn’t like it; it was the opposite in fact. She liked it so much that she realized she couldn’t care about anything else after this. As she stood there, chained to a post, wearing freshly torn clothing while a lanky, ugly man smashed her ass so hard that she wasn’t confident she would ever walk again she realized she didn’t care about being a princess, about politics, about Bowser, about potential kidnappings, about Mario, or about anything really. The only thing she cared about was this tall, greasy, nasally-voiced Italian who could make her cum so hard that her brain might melt. 

And he did make her cum. She orgasmed an uncountable amount of times over the next few hours, each more earth-shattering than the last.

As she lay on the ground post-coitus, covered in semen and vaginal fluid, her eyes unfocused, staring at the blue sky, she realized that she would never be able to go back to before this Harem Party. Her eyes stopped wandering to focus on Waluigi, sitting in the sand, panting after the strenuous workout. She’d found something worth clinging onto, and even after the Harem Party was over, and she had no obligation to stay with him, she knew she would. Was this love? Maybe. More than likely it would eventually become that, but for now, it was much closer to a gap in her soul. Her sexuality had been long neglected and Waluigi was more than capable of filling that gap. That’s right my dear readers, Peach had a hole that needed filling, and Waluigi was more than happy to oblige.

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