Super Peach Sisters: Bowsette Boss Battle

Did this one almost completely today. The idea came to mind of an OC Mario princess and while she’s not especially featured in this one, it was a good direction for me to go for. Originally I thought of adding some new, bigger villain to top Bowsette like a lot of the games tend to do, but couldn’t think of anyone satisfying enough. So I made her a first-encounter fight and escalated the story in some other ways.

Some more fun item/costume designs along the way with some quick-paced action and raunchy humiliation.

“Hey! Stop them!” a Hammer Sister barked, pointing at the intruding princesses. “Nobody ruins Queen Bowsette’s wedding night!”

“Well hate to rain on your wedding day, but too late for that!” Peach declared. She rushed in and threw a high kick to a koopa troopa’s chin, sending the armored woman flying out of her turtle shell armor and landing naked and unconscious. Daisy ran in past her and hit a few Shy Gals with swift jabs, pummeling their plump boobs before smacking their masked faces together to put them out. A short and muscled goomba girl grabbed her from behind, just for Daisy to thrust her hips back and sit on her face. She sat back and smothered her with her ass while her leg swung up to kick another incoming trooper in the crotch.

“Surround them!” the hammer-wielding leader ordered. “Strike together, you… AH! Forget the plan!”

The Hammer Sister suddenly fled as Waria lifted the lobby’s couch over her head and chucked it at her. The commander just avoided being crushed by the furniture, only to Waria to grab her in a headlock. Her beefy arm was a choking pressure as it was, but having her face stuffed into the husky woman’s sideboob made it even harder to breathe. The Hammer Sister thrashed and mumbled some muffled protests before her eyes rolled back and went limp in Waria’s grip.

Waria threw the leader aside before leaping into a cluster of fretting piranha plants. The fanged girls dressed in vines and leaves were quickly squashed beneath the heavy brawler as Bowsette’s troops were all left in a panic. They were torn between fleeing and fighting, making them easy pickings for the rescuing princesses. Daisy choked out a pair of goombas between her thighs while Peach slapped a larger Mouser girl silly. The ground floor was quickly picked clean of enemies as they scanned the room, ensuring only trembling hotel employees were left.

“We don’t know how many there are up there, do we?” Peach asked with a frown. “Because we’ll take forever if we have to keep doing this. Then we’ll be too late to stop her shotgun wedding.”

“We could burn down the whole building,” Waria offered. “That’s stop them, right?” Peach and Daisy gave her uncertain glances. “What? No bad ideas in a brainstorm, right?”

“I mean… come to think of it,” Daisy mused.

“Oh come on!” Peach blurted. “We’re not burning it down!”

“No! I mean, not really… just remember, we’ve got Pauline watching our backs now,” Daisy reminded her. “So we’re definitely not out of options.”

Peach remembered their offer and looked to Waria. The heavyset woman fished out the mushroom-shaped phone from her cleavage and held it out. A screen flashed on with a grid full of items and a price value left next to them.

“She works fast,” Peach noted. “So what are we thinking?”

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“Why am I always stuck with the animal ears?” Waria grumbled. “They tryin’ to say something?”

Despite her bulk, the chubby troublemaker scaled the side of the hotel with ease. Her fingernails sprouted sharp tips and soft pads grew on her palms and fingers, making her stick to the sleek steel and glass. She had grown a pair of cat ears and wore a black fur bikini with a flicking tail growing out from her wide ass. The Cat Suit had been a wise investment as she climbed to each floor, checking inside to check on the waiting guards.

She was at the second to last floor, hanging onto the window as she freed up a hand. She texted back to the group that they were all clear; any employees were either high up on the roof or evacuated, leaving them out of the line of fire. She had just sent it out when a bunch of voices started shouting from behind her.

“Woo! Nice ass!”

“This is the best promotional gimmick ever!”

“Love that pussy, baby!”

“Damn, that kitty’s thicc!”

A passing hot air balloon with a bunch of drunk Toads hooted and catcalled at the cat suited Waria. It wasn’t an alarm being raised, but it was enough to make her blush and glare at them.

“Would you all shut up! I’m being sneaky here!” she barked at them. It took her a moment to frown and turn back towards the hotel, seeing the guards staring out the window at her. She raised her phone and texted in “NOW would be nice.”

“Let’s heat this wedding up!” Daisy cheered from the ground floor. She had already used her Fire Flower, emanating an aura of yellow-orange flame. Her dress was largely burned off, barely hanging onto her body as her hair glowed with a similarly fiery light. She thrust up her hands and let out a massive beam of fire, piercing through each floor with the blazing blast. It caught some of the soldiers’ clothes on fire while others were simply blown away and knocked out from the blast.

“Our poor hotel!” one of the bellhops wailed.

“You built it on top of a volcano. This is a best case scenario, really,” Peach pointed out. She was dressed in a skintight brown leotard with a slightly thicker ass, easier to spot now that a wiggling raccoon tail was growing out of it. Peach looked up at the series of holes leading up to the hotel roof.

“Now we’ve go an updraft to catch,” she said, offering Daisy a hand. The brunette caught her wrist with a smirk.

“Let’s go get ‘em, girl. Let’s do it all for tanuki.”

“Don’t say it like that.” Peach rolled her eyes and flicked her tail, triggering the short-range flight of the suit. It whirled like a helicopter blade as the two of them shot up to the roof through the openings, landing on the rooftop. It was decorated for a wedding, white lace and streamers all over as well as a towering wedding cake. Waria smashed a meaty fist into the door leading up from the top floor, denting it out of shape to ensure they wouldn’t be pursued by any remaining troops any time soon.

“Yea, well… tough luck or whatever,” droned a bored voice from somewhere overhead. A bored-looking woman riding on a broomstick in some loose-fitting robes and pointed hat floated around into their line of sight. Her lazily kicking legs dangled over one side and her cleavage bobbed in time with the motion, showing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath the robes.

“The fire thing was pretty cool, but you’re too late. Say hello to the new Missus Mario.” The magikoopa waved a hand half-heartedly in her lazy delivery, floating aside to show Bowsette wearing a slutty lingerie-like version of a wedding dress and kissing Mario deeply on the mouth. The heroic plumber as being propped upright by a pair of goomba girls, still in a haze from his dost of lust shrooms, but the busty blonde had her lips locked in and her tongue shoved down his throat. He at least moaned in appreciation of the feeling on some level before Bowsette popped her mouth back off his lips, slurping up a trail of drool from her fangs.

“Oh, you made it for the afterparty!” Bowsette gloated, grinning at the arriving rescuers. “Better late than never, but me and moustache just tied the knot! He just might not have realized it yet.”

Bowsette extended a clawed hand to flash a black diamond ring on her finger. Peach gasped while Daisy stared in confusion. Waria just whistled.

“Nice rock,” she observed.

“Wait, how?” Daisy demanded. “He’s hopped up on shrooms or whatever. That can’t be legal.”

“Plenty legal. You’d be surprised how many marriages come from kidnappings in Koopa history. Very low divorce rate too,” Bowsette mused. “Besides, I’m sure he’ll love the fact once he’s fully conscious.”

Peach growled and launched herself at the altar where a tied up priest ducked for cover. Peach whirled in the air and swung her tail at Bowsette’s head, but the spikey blonde dodged around it.

“Always a bridesmaid, eh? I get that,” Bowsette scoffed. She grabbed Peach by her new tail and flung her with shocking strength over her shoulder. Peach went flying into the two-story tall cake, splatting her with icing as she was buried up to her waist in it.

“How’s this for a wedding gift?!” Daisy snapped, lunging in and swinging a flaming fist as Bowsette. She dodged around it and a few more before Daisy shot a hard jab right into her breast. Her jugs jiggled but apart from singing the edges of her dress, Bowsette didn’t even flinch.

“Was that supposed to be hot? I’m from a land whose chief export is lava, dumbass.” Bowsette palmed Daisy’s head and lifted her by the hair before slamming her back down, bouncing her off the floor as her flaming aura went out.

Waria was already on the move, bounding from pillar to streamer before pouncing down at Bowsette. She threw a heavy punch, but Bowsette turned and met her with a booming fist pound that shook the air around them.

“Not bad for a fatass,” Bowsette grinned. “But I don’t need a cat suit to catfight!”

The monstrous blonde suddenly shifted her hands, grabbing Waria by her plump tits. She squealed as her claws dug in and spun around, hurling her through several tables and chairs. The trio dragged themselves back up unsteadily, their power-ups worn off and left in nothing but some tattered clothes.

“Gotta say,” Bowsette admitted. “This is kinda fun. Didn’t have time for a bachelorette party, so this is just as good. Now are you gonna help me enjoy the happiest day or my life or are you really gonna do this?”

“Get her!” Peach announced. The three ladies pounced on the scantily clad bride, who just grinned widely as she bared her fangs.

“Fine by me!” she boasted. Her large breasts puffed up even bigger for a moment before she opened wide and breathed fire around her, arcing it at each of the incoming ladies. They dodged under or leapt over it as Daisy grabbed a light wooden chair, swinging it as she got back to her feet. Bowsette raised an arm and let it smash into pieces against her powerful limb before grabbing Daisy by the neck.

Peach cut in by jabbing an elbow into the inside of Bowsette’s arm, managing to make her let go. She slammed a palm strike into the koopa queen’s face, but her head barely bucked before she caught Peach by the hair and headbutted her back. The princess reeled rom the hit as Waria threw herself bodily into Bowsette’s back, shoulder-checking her to send her skidding a few yards away. Bowsette whirled around to face them as all three ladies dove in and threw triple punch together. The blonde queen threw up her arms, blocking every blow at once but starting to skid back again.

“You three meddlers,” Bowsette seethed, flames flicking past her gritting teeth. “Are the WORST bride’s maids ever!”

Her arms flexed and shoved apart, knocking the girls off balance. She swiftly grabbed Waria’s head and bent her over as she kneed her in her tender belly. She huffed and doubled over as Bowsette slapped Peach hard across the face, spinning her completely around. Bowsette grabbed the back of Peach’s thong and lifted her an easy four feet into the air by it, leaving Peach screaming at the intruding wedgie. Bowsette swung it around her head like she was a human lasso, bashing her into Daisy on the way around. Daisy grunted and reeled but stayed on her feet as the underwear finally snapped after a few rotations, sending Peach tumbling limply away as she clutched her aching pussy. Bowsette turned away from Daisy, just to slam her spiked tail upward and smashing it in between Daisy’s legs. The brunette shrieked in agony as she grabbed at her crotch, just for Bowsette to flick her away with a flex of her tail. Waria was still bent over as Bowsette grabbed her around the middle, hoisting her up over her shoulder before suplexing her noisily into the cracking ceiling.

“There!” Bowsette declared decisively. “Mario deserves a strong woman for a strong hero. Don’t’ you agree, husband?”

“Uhh… huh….” Mario mumbled. “Wahoo…”

“EEEE! He’s so cute, isn’t he?” Bowsette gushed, prancing and skipping in place as her tail and breasts bobbed around. Peach stumbled to her feet, naked and battered alongside her teammates.

“Not going great,” she admitted.

“It’s like she’s made of stone. I doubt any items would help us much,” Daisy admitted. “Even if we could find the phone in… wherever our pants went.”

“We’re not doin’ nothin’ to her though,” Waria pointed out. “She’s hurtin’, but we’re not doing half as much as she does to us. Gotta wear down that thick skin of hers.”

“Or… get through it,” Peach decided. The others looked at her as she nodded, looking determined. “Cover me if you can. I’m going in.”

Peach rushed at Bowsette with a furious battle cry, grabbing a champagne bottle from a nearby table. She drew it back for a big swing as the brutal bride shook her head.

“Nice try, princess, but I’m already spoken for!” Bowsette sucked in a breath for more flames when Peach threw the bottle at her. The queen stopped short to catch it, keeping it from hitting her or even shattering. Peach used the opening to crouch low and slam an uppercut into Bowsette’s pussy. She yowled as her feet left the ground by a couple inches, dropping the bottle to hold her groin.

“Ha! Knew you weren’t so tough all over,” Peach boasted with a smirk. Bowsette just snarled and backhanded the smaller blonde, stunning her long enough to grab her hair and pull her head into a knee to the face. Peach grunted and stumbled back, but Daisy quickly arrived behind her to catch and hold her steady.

“You can’t do that you goody two shoes!” Bowsette seethed, rubbing her white panties beneath her open skirt. “But it’ll take more than just some cheap shot to stop me.”

“We’ll see how many it takes then,” Waria announced. She charged at Bowsette from behind, swinging a pillar at her with streamers trailing behind. Bowsette turned just as it connected with her face, only for it to shatter as she clenched her powerful jaws shut. She bit right through the marble that went flying as she threw a massive punch into Waria’s face. The heavy bruiser stumbled, something she wasn’t used to from her usual lighter and weaker opponents, but she came back with a heavy blow of her own to Bowsette’s jaw.

The two started trading powerful punches, but it was clear Waria was taking the worst of it. She stumbled and groaned longer while Bowsette kept dishing out the damage.

“She won’t last long,” Daisy decided. “Time for some princess teamwork!”

Peach nodded and held out her hand. Daisy squeezed it before turning in a sharp circle, flinging Peach by the wrist soaring over Bowsette’s head. The pink princess flew acrobatically before Bowsette spotted her.

“Oh no you don’t,” she growled, sucking up another mouthful of fire. She was about to let it loose on the gently soaring Peach when Daisy slid in behind her and smashed another low blow between her legs. Bowsette’s eyes went wide before breaking into a shrill scream, streaming the fire out in a short and harmless burst as she hopped into the air.

“Ow ow OWWWW! My coochie! Think of the honeymoon!” she bellowed. She was still in midair when Waria recovered from her last haymaker and lunged in, swinging a heavy uppercut of her own. Her thick fist crunched into Bowsette’s twat, knocking her even higher into the air. She squealed as her panties all but vanished in between her pussy lips, knocking her several feet into the air. Her eyes were watering as she reached the peak of her ascent, just to realize that Peach was already up there with her. She turned and swung her foot in an arcing swing like she was going for a goal in a Strikers game. Peach’s bare foot hit hard enough into Bowsette’s crotch that she felt her toes dip into her wet folds before she was sent flying all the way up into her nearby hovering airship, flying like a wailing meteor before crashing in a fetal position.

“Owww! Freakin’ wedding crashers,” Bowsette moaned as she rubbed her aching twat. “That’s it! I don’t need this! Kemmy!”

The bored magikoopa from before flew into view and waved her wand. Mario glowed with a pink light before levitating up to the ship.

“On it, ma’am,” she droned, but Waria charged after her. She hunched down so Daisy could jump onto her shoulders and springboard off, flying up at the airborne witch. Kemmy’s eyes went wide as Daisy landed on the tip of her broomstick, stomping down to snap it up into her crotch as well. Kemmy gasped and dropped out of the sky with her broom’s middle stuck in her folds, twitching as Daisy reached the rising airship. She grabbed onto one of the lower planks but couldn’t hold on for long.

“Daisy! Let go!” Peach called in concern. “We’ll catch you!”

“Hang… on. Almost…” Daisy swung from her handhold and kicked a small lever near a port hole. With a loud clattering, the anchor on the airship dropped back down and crashed into the rooftop. The flying ship jerked as it struggled with the sudden drag, but Daisy’s grip finally gave way.

“Grab the anchor and climb on!” Daisy shouted as she went falling from the airship. She bit her lip as she dropped but Peach looked between her and the anchor… before rushing towards Daisy. She dove and threw out her arms as she caught her like an incoming football, their naked bodies tumbling over the rooftop before coming to a rough but safe stop at the edge of the roof.

Daisy blinked slowly, realizing where she was as Peach hugged her face between her bare breasts. She sighed softly, in relief at first before just appreciating her position pressed naked up against her fellow princess. There was a clanking and grinding as the anchor tore free from the roof, fleeing the hotel while tearing out a chunk of it.

“They’re getting away!” Waria warned.

“Not much we can do about that,” Peach sighed.

“But I gave you your shot,” Daisy reminded her. “You could have gone up and grabbed Mario.”

“But then I might have lost you. And I can’t risk that,” Peach admitted. Daisy’s eyes went wide as she took in this information, just to nod between her partner’s boobs.

“Oh… well, thanks. A lot. I’m not used to jumping from that high without an umbrella or at least a skirt to catch me. You really…” Daisy squeezed her breasts gently. “Cushioned my fall.”

“Great. So now how do we catch them?” Waria grunted. “We don’t even know where they’re going.”

“We don’t have to,” Peach pointed out. She gently helped Daisy back up before sitting up herself. “With their anchor loose and the damage we did to the ship earlier, they shouldn’t be able to go very high or fast. We’d have to pick up speed ourselves but we should be able to keep up with them if…”

The nearly naked blonde looked back at Daisy. “Do you have any outfits that are good for driving?”

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Another wardrobe airdrop later, the trio came bursting out of the hotel. They were dressed in skintight bodysuits in their fitting colors as they ran down the road. They reached a kart dealer and Daisy immediately leapt inside one, starting up the engine.

“Hey! Wait a second!” the crab-like monster shouted as he scuttled over.

“Sorry. Emergency,” Peach explained as she and Waria took her own go-karts. She dug into her pockets and threw the sack of poker chips they’d stolen before. “These should cover it. Got to go.”

The three of them raced off down the road, fleeing Casino City and tearing back into the desert. The dragging anchor was still kicking up a lot of dust clouds, making it easy to spot and catch up to it. Especially when they reached a long stretch of paved road, pulling onto it to make their driving even smoother. Their small but speedy vehicles were gaining ground on it when they heard a deafening roar behind them.

“Oh what now?” Waria groaned. “Some kind of desert monster?”

The revving and roaring got louder, as well as some booming rock music and squealing guitar accompanying it.

“Nnnnot quite…” Daisy said warily. “Did we just…?”

She looked at a sign that went speeding past them reading “Road Land.”

“Yea, we just crossed into Princess Venus’ territory.”

“Who?” Peach asked. She thought she was quite familiar with neighboring royalty.

“YO, SHITHEADS!” boomed a voice over all the ruckus, heard despite the several hundred yards and roaring engines between them. Peach looked back to see a large swarm of various monsters and rough-looking toads on motorcycles chasing after them. Most of them were scarred or carrying makeshift weapons, but one stood out clearly above the rest.

Standing upright on her motorcycle was a skinny human woman in a regal, dark green dress and a silver crown in front of some thick black hair. Any regality seemed to end there as the dress was well worn out with dust, sand and tears. The crowd was heavily dented and faded, many of its tips coming out at odd angles. Her hair was tangled and full of twigs and more dust and engine oil, and her thick, squared eyebrows were bent in a permanent scowl. A length of green pipe with a spiny shell on the head was gripped in one fist as a readied weapon, a sword and other weapons strapped to her back. A huge banner sporting a huge, flaming Bullet Bill flew behind her souped up motorcycle.

“You got some balls bringin’ your gang into my turf! Bazai Bills! Drive ‘em off my road!” the almost feral-looking princess ordered.

“Is she actually a princess?” Peach asked, staring in surprise.

“Yea, technically. Princess of her Banzai Bill gang of raiders. The stories say that they kidnapped her once and she just took them over before they could bother getting a ransom. Now she likes it better out here than in a castle.”

“So is she here to help us or…?” Waria asked. A goomba on a bike near Princess Venus passed her a larger pipe that she propped on her shoulder. She furrowed her brows before firing it like a bazooka, blowing up a chunk of road not far from the three pursuing heroines.

“She’s… temperamental,” Daisy admitted. “And territorial. And does a lot of illegal kart racing out here in Road Land. So we probably wanna keep driving…”

Princess Venus

Dark green dress. Bushy, wild black hair. Very skinny. Dented crown, thick square eyebrows.

Princess of a bandit clan/biker gang, the Banzai Bills

Does not take well to being kidnapped. Temperamental but mostly good.

Much weaker than she looks but carries many weapons (coin knuckles, pipe bazooka, spiney club).

“Are we sure she’s a princess?” “Are we sure she’s not evil?”