“You really could do so much better,” a voice said, low and seductive.
She looked almost identical to Peach as she casually strolled right into your hiding place. Her make-up was a lot more subtle than Peach’s, assuming she was wearing make-up at all and that wasn’t just her natural glow. Instead of an ornate pink gown, she was wearing a skintight black dress with a daringly low neckline to show off the tops of her full breasts and a short skirt to show off her long legs in dark thigh-high socks. She wore a leather choker and leather bracelets studded with long spikes. Her ears were slightly longer and pointier than Peach’s. Long horns protruded from each side of her crown, and she had a small turtle shell on her back that was also covered in spikes.
She didn’t just look like Peach in different clothes and make-up, though. She carried herself completely differently. While Peach was demure, this woman carried herself with an air of absolute confidence, like that of a much larger creature. Where Peach’s voice was soft and airy, hers was a little bit lower and more husky. She looked at you like she wanted to ride you like a bike.
“I’m Bowsette,” she said. “And anything Peach can do, I can do better.”
She smiled, showing off a set of teeth that was as pearly and pristine as Peach’s, but noticeably sharper. She buried her nose deep into your neck and inhaled, fascinated by your scent.
“Don’t be so afraid,” she said. “I don’t bite. Actually, that’s a lie. I do.”
And she bit you, gently and flirtatiously, on the neck.
Peach pulled you away from her.
“Back off and get your own man!” she said, crossing her arms and pouting even more than usual. “He and I were already kissing!”
Bowsette grabbed you and pulled you back.
“You don’t need some goody-two-shoes pampered princess,” Bowsette said. “You need someone naughty.”
And with that, she grabbed you and pulled you into her, kissing you the way good girls don’t even on the second date, let alone someone they’ve only just met.
She’d barely got her tongue all the way out of your mouth before Peach grabbed you.
“What you need is someone who can take good care of you,” Peach said. “And by take good care of you, I mean . . .”
Before you’d even caught your breath, Peach pulled you in for another kiss. It was even deeper and more passionate than before, now that it was a competition.
“Little miss perfect here is strictly vanilla, if anything,” Bowsette said, grabbing you again. “I’ll do things to you you’ve never even heard of.”
With that, she kissed you longer, shoved her tongue into your mouth further, and pressed her lips against yours harder than ever.
Peach grabbed your right arm and pulled hard.
“I . . . can . . . do . . . other . . . things . . . besides . . . vanilla!” she said, grunting between each tug.
“I’m . . . not . . . talking . . . about . . . cake!” Bowsette said, tugging on your left arm.
“Neither . . . am . . . I!”
You were starting to worry their tug-o-war over you was going to pull your arms right out of the sockets. But then, instead of pulling further apart, they got closer together, so each of your arms was snuggled in between a separate pair of heaving breasts.
Peach covered the right side of your face and neck with sweet, gentle kisses, marking you with her lipstick.
Bowsette covered the left side of your face and neck with kisses, licks, and tiny bites, marking you with her teeth.
“Come with me to my castle,” Peach whispered into your right ear. “We have everything we need to have fun. A putting range, a tennis court, a go-kart track, board games, and, most importantly, a big, soft bed.”
She kissed your earlobe and then the spot on your cheek right below your ear and ran her hand down your back.
“Come back to my dungeon instead,” Bowsette whispered into your left ear. “I’ve got whips and chains and leather straps. If you’re into that. If not, I’ve got tickling feathers and dessert toppings. I’m normally not gentle, but for you I could at least try.”
She kissed your chin and then the spot on your neck right below your chin and ran her hand down your front.
You could barely even move, caught between the two of them, as they both continued to kiss you all over all at once.
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