Super Peach Sisters 3: Ghost Land

So this story is super fun and I always have trouble continuing it. It tends to run long and has some wild fight scenes with minions, maybe some power ups, and usually a few monstergirls. Also always liked Mario’s setting in general and the princesses especially. It’s a big weird world that nobody addresses and the staff HATES to explain or pin down anything. 

So played some Luigi’s Mansion and felt like this haunted house was in order. Most games since 3 had a haunted house. In hindsight, I could have introduced Mario’s sister Luise or something, but I’m toeing a weird line as it is on who and who isn’t genderswapped. Left out Bowsette’s scene this time around, but certain she’ll be back next time. I’ve been kind of itching to do the next chapter in Casino World, but wanted to finish this one to get some weird power-ups going.

Peach was still blushing now and then as they ran through the rest of the desert. Daisy lead the way as their Sarasaland expert and Waria was keeping pace. The blonde was stuck behind the dark-haired brute, and Daisy had lived up to her promise when an airship dropped off a set of booty shorts and a snug tank top for their newcomer. The yellow and purple clothes strained to contain Waria's bust and ass, and with little else around besides sand, Peach could barely bring herself to look away from all the jiggling.

The sand changed to a dark-colored grass within a couple steps. Peach immediately stopped to shake the sand out of her shoes as she walked down the road and Daisy looked ahead. The road had a wide but sparse forest around it, full of leafless trees and drifting fog. A dreary and run-down mansion waited on the other side, raised high enough on a hill for them to see even through the darkening sky. Far off in the distance she could see some sparkling lights of a city where Bowsette’s smoking airship was headed with Mario in tow.

“”What the heck is this?” Waria demanded. “It’s not even night time and it’s dark out?”

“Yea, the ghosts out here make for some crazy neighbors,” Daisy admitted as she shook out her hair. “We usually leave them alone and they leave us alone, but we have some kickass ghost parties once in a while.”

“So you can get us through here safely?” Peach asked hopefully. Daisy gave her an uncertain gesture, tilting her hand one way then the other rapidly.

“I mean… I can probably get us through. Just how fast and smooth, that I’m not so sure of.”

“I mean… I can probably get us through. Just how fast and smooth, that I’m not so sure of. Ghost Land can be pretty flakey.”

They walked along the path that cut clean through the woods. Apart from a bit of winding and some howling winds or cackling voices, they went through undisturbed. It led them straight to the gates of the clearly haunted manor where the gates to the courtyard creaked open.

“We really going in there?” Waria asked hesitantly.

“If we go through the house, we should come out the back of the grounds and it’s a straight shot to Casino City. It’s a lot safer than taking the woods,” Daisy assured them. She stepped up and knocked on the door. The sound echoed through the depths of the house, seeming to fill the place as a few more soft cackles and giggles sounded. With some soft humming noises, a trio of Boos floated out of the upper windows. They were pale women that trailed off into spectral little tails, but their upper bodies made up for it. Huge white breasts hung past where their waists would be, and their grinning faces flashed thick blue tongues and sharp fangs. Long, pale blue hair hung over their eyes.

“Well well! Looks like some living bitches dare to disturb our slumber,” one of them purred as they started to fly down towards the trio of heroines.

“Yup. You guys probably know me,” Daisy said dismissively. “Cuz we’re totally princesses.”

Daisy looked over at Waria.

“And whatever Waria is, I guess. But mostly princesses.”

“We know who you are!” one of the Boos hissed. “And Queen Boojob has made a pact with Queen Bowsette. We’re supposed to stop you from stopping her wedding before we stop… uh, wait...”

“Stop confusing yourself!” the other ghost girl snapped. “You won’t be passing through our mansion! The only thing you’ll be passing through is our booooobs!”

“Lame!” Waria shouted at them, but the three curvy specters divebombed after them. The girls split up and dodged out of the way, with Waria catching one by her wisp of a tail. The booette gasped as she was swung over her head, flattening her boobs into the ground behind her before Waria turned and sat her wide ass on her back, crushing her flat into a puff of smoke.

Daisy ran towards a rotted old tree, ducking under a branch and pulling it with her. She let it snap back towards her chasing booette, but she gasped and turned translucent at its approach. The branch flew right through her as the ghost phased over to Daisy’s head and reappeared, her pale white tits literally consuming Daisy’s head.

“Eeheehee! Embrace your doom, princess!” the ghost gloated. The strangely soft flesh (or whatever ghosts had) started to ooze her breasts into Daisy’s nose and mouth. Her eyes went wide as a chill ran through her and she started to feel the breath being sucked out of her lungs rather than simply smothering.

Daisy’s vision started to blur before she threw a roughly estimated punch. It sank into the ghost’s midsection as she grunted and floated back.

“OOF! Right where my pussy would be!” the booette grunted. Daisy sucked in a fresh breath as it returned to her, scowling and pulling the branch back again. This time the boo was too pained to stop the branch from smacking her in the air and sending her flying off into the night sky.

Peach jogged a few yards before she spun around, throwing a high kick to face. The booette went spinning around in midair for the heavy hit, allowing Peach to grab her by her ghostly hair. She shoved the boo’s fanged face into the nearest tombstone, bouncing her roughly off the tough stone. The ghost moaned in dazed pain, but phased out of her material body when Peach tried it again. The princess winced as her hand smacked into the stone instead, allowing the booette to pounce and bite into her breast with her needly fangs. Peach gave a short wail before kneeing it in the crotch region and elbowing it back to the ground, letting it vanish in another poof.

“Well those were annoying,” Peach huffed as she looked to her successful comrades.

“Little worse than that,” Daisy coughed, rubbing at her chest as she finished steadying her breathing. “But if we take the woods, we’re 100% going to get lost.”

“So let’s invite ourselves in,” Waria said. She cracked her knuckles and punched the front doors in on the manor, facing a long, winding hallway of stone pillars and wooden walls. Strange portraits of spooky women in slutty Victorian wear and cabaret outfits line the walls alongside blue-flamed lanterns.

“You said you used to party here?” Peach asked skeptically.

“Heck yea. Haunted titty paintings and rave lighting. What’s not to like?” Daisy nodded as they walked ahead. “Just watch out for the ghosts. They don’t care about the walls, but we do. So we’ve got to keep an eye-”

“WAA!” Daisy turned to find Waria stuck halfway down a trapdoor, her boobs stuck on the edge of the opening.

“-out for traps. Come on, you big baby.” Daisy stepped back and caught Waria’s wrists, trying to pull her back up.

“I was just surprised! I wasn’t scared,” the chubby girl objected as she wriggled to try and get back out. Peach watched them from a safe distance, just for a glowing pair of hands to reach out from one of the paintings. They grabbed Peach by the breasts as the wall spun around, sucking her into her own trap door with a quick gasp and grinding wood. The painting of a busty woman in an outdated dress was replaced with the same woman bent over and flashing the lacey underwear beneath.

“Almost got ya,” Daisy grunted as she heaved Waria halfway out. “Peach can you…? Ah crap,” she sighed.

“What? What now?” Waria groaned.

“I think they got her. On the plus side, the secret tunnels all lead to the main hall, and that’s going to be our easiest exit. Even if Queen Boojob is there, I’m usually too wasted to find any other back exit here…”

Daisy was distracted with her pulling and anecdote to notice another pair of arms stretch out from the ceiling, grabbing her shorts and pulling up sharply. Daisy squealed as they wedgied up her ass and she was pulled through the ceiling like it was a liquid.

“Wait! You can’t leave me like this!” Waria shouted after her. She struggled to drag herself back up, just to find her wide hips stuck in the bottom. With a defeated sigh, she hung on with one hand. “That’s it. If I’m stuck in a haunted house, I’m not spending it halfway through for whoever wants to grab my ass.”

She smashed her fist down onto the floorboards. The old wood cracked and let her fall the rest of the way into the basement.

---

Waria crumbled into the damp stone cellar. She brushed some of the wood and dust off herself as she looked around. A few more boo girls were present, floating around and cackling when a new ghost entered. She was tall, dangerously thin and purple, her wispy hair floating around her head like it was caught in the wind. She wore a cocktail dress wrapped around her narrow body and showing some low but shallow cleavage around her breasts.

“Well well! Looks like we caught ourselves a whale, ladies!” the new ghost gloated. Waria just chucked a spare brick that pegged the mouthy ghost between the eyes.

“Ha. Like I’ve never heard that one before,” Waria snorted. “Now how do I get back out of this shithole and into that slightly better shithole?”

“The nerve!” the purple ghost huffed. “At least there will be plenty of room inside you for the great Possessia!” 

“The great what?” Waria demanded, but the purple ghost was already flying right at her. Waria threw a punch, but her skinny body wove around it like a snake and dove into her stomach, vanishing inside her.

“Well that can’t be good… OW!”

Waria’s fist suddenly flew up and punched herself in the chin.

“What the hell was that?!”

“Oho! Clearly you weren’t paying attention! I am the great Possessia! Finest possessor among all ghosts!”

“I don’t follow. Is that like a pun or something? EEP!”

The chubby girl yelped as her hand suddenly grabbed and tore down her top. Her jugs came bobbing out as she tried to cover up.

“That’s not funny, you little shit! Get out of there!”

“Ha! Keep running that mouth of yours, you pathetic glutton!” the ghost’s voice laughed inside her. Waria suddenly turned and ran face-first into a wall, or she would have if her stomach and boobs didn’t get in the way. “For every action you take, I get to force one on you as well.”

“Well that’s stupid!” Waria objected. Her fist turned around and punched herself in the boob. “OW! That does it!”

Waria balled up her other fist and punched herself in the stomach. She huffed as it buried into her soft belly and the ghost laughed again. 

“Oh this is far too easy! I’m so lucky I got the idiotic one down here!” Possessia shoved Waria’s hand between her legs and grabbed her pussy, squeezing viciously until the chubby antiheroine’s eyes watered and she squealed in pain.

“You cannot hit what’s inside you, you fat fool!”

Waria snorted angrily. She finally realized she had to keep her mouth shut… or did she? Whenever something obnoxious was stuck in her, she knew a way to get it out. She gulped down some air and shook the walls as she released a deep and booming burp. She held it for a few seconds before the shrieking ghost came flying back out of her mouth.

“Gotcha, bitch!” Waria gloated. She threw a punch into Possessia’s face, sending her flying into a wall. She phased through it and came back looking annoyed.

“How dare you treat me like some common stomachache!”

“It worked, didn’t it?” Waria smirked. Possessia growled, but Waria came charging at her. The slippery ghost dodged aside and let her flying butt bump smash into a wall instead, knocking bricks aside.

“Don’t think that I’m some one-trick ponygeist,” Possessia boasted as she slithered out of the way of another punch. “You’ll have to give up sometime. And the longer I keep you away from your friends, the easier it will be for the queen to pick them off.”

“So all you can do is run away and run your mouth,” Waria grunted. “Fine by me, cuz you’re gonna pay once I get my hands on you!” Waria chased her with a few more sluggish power blows, smashing bricks and blocks until finally one didn’t turn to rubble. It just changed colors as a large carrot popped out with little blinking eyes.

“What the… wait, no!” the ghost gasped.

“What? Girl’s gotta eat,” Waria said with a grin. She grabbed the vegetable and took a large bit, suddenly glowing as her clothing changed in an instant. Instead of her loose top and booty shorts, she was suddenly in a Playboy bunny outfit. The snug one piece showed off her overflowing cleavage, fishnets hugged her thick legs, and a bunny’s ears and tail were clipped onto the costume. It looked a size too small for the overly curvy cutie, but she smirked confidently all the same. 

“Now let’s see just how slippery you are,” Waria gloated. She leapt at the ghost, suddenly moving twice as fast as before. Possessia dodged around it, but Waria caught her foot on the opposite wall and rebounded to shoulder check her in the back. The ghost gagged and writhed but Waria bounced back up and uppercutted her in the jaw. The scrawny ghost was pummeled from all directions until Waria appeared above her, smashing both fists down to knock her into the floor. The groaning ghost rolled over to her back, just in time for Waria to deliver a diving butt smash onto her face. The ghost flopped limply and collapsed to the ground before vanishing in a puff of smoke.

The remaining boos stared for a moment before they ran off through the walls, clearly wanting no part in this. Waria huffed to herself as she cracked her knuckles. “That’s one way to kill a dead bitch,” she quipped before tensing her legs and leaping back out the hole she came from with her newfound power-up.

---

“Get back here, you little bitches!” Daisy shouted. She ran after the fleeing, giggling ghosts that had grabbed her, her panties still wedgied up to her middle back. Another floated out from the floorboards, pulling her shorts down around her knees and letting her trip on them. Daisy fell on her face in the carpet as she growled and kicked the ghost away.

“You haunted shitheads! I’m going to rip your spooky tits off! OWW!” 

Another boo floated past and smacked her on the ass, vanishing into the wall as she went by. Daisy swung at her and just knocked a vase off the nearby table. With a frustrated growl and not sure which way to look, Daisy started to march on. She was trying to pull her shorts back up when a ghost from above pulled on her hair. Daisy screamed in pain, but grabbed her by the breast and slammed her into the ground to knock her out. They weren’t even especially strong monstergirls, but they were sneaky and obnoxious.

She stormed off again just as one popped in beside her and whispered “Boo!” Daisy jumped in surprise, just to hit her head on something hard over her head. She squatted down and hissed as she rubbed her aching head, to the laughter of a number of ghosts.

“You fucking dumbass cocksucker… huh?”

She heard the chime of a bell ahead of her. She glanced upward to see she had hit an invisible block, sending a large cowbell with blinking, vacant eyes to the ground in front of her.

“Oh shit! Why did you do that?!” one of the ghosts scolded the other.

“It’s not my fault we keep that crap around here! Those power-up things just… happen!”

“Oh now you’re all in for it… I think. I forget what this thing does but I’m kicking your ass either way!”

Daisy grabbed the cowbell and in another flash, her outfit changed. She was in some cow-print leggings with suspenders going over her shoulders. A pair of short horns grew out of her hair, and while she had her athletic build, her tanned chest was now twice as big and exposed between the suspender straps. She had turned into a full fledged cowgirl.

“Well not what I was expecting, but… daym, am I right?” 

Daisy cupped her chest, jiggling her boobs curiously. She wasn’t tiny, but the least busty of the group as their tanned tomboy. When she groped them firmly enough, a shot of milk squirted out from her nipple. It blasted one of the boos right in the face, making it fly back puff out of existence.

“Wow. Well that makes this a lot easier!” Daisy smirked as the remaining ghosts panicked. They flew off down the hall as Daisy folded her arms together, squeezing her breasts to stray a beam of a stream of milk out of her nipples. A few poofed out of existence but another one popped out of the wall behind her. It tried to grab for her suspenders but Daisy spun around and caught her in a headlock.

“Oh you’re hungry for some yourself, spooky tits?” Daisy teased as the ghostly girl’s eyes went wide. She tried to squirm away but Daisy shoved her breast into her mouth. She flexed her chest and arm to get her milk pumping into her mouth, the startled boo sucking away instinctively before it popped like a soap bubble. Another pair of boos came soaring in after her, but Daisy suddenly swung her shoulders. Her tits slapped one across the face so hard and heavy that she vanished in a puff before she could even hit the wall.

“Moo, bitch! Get out the way!” Daisy laughed as she the last specter tried to fly away in a last-minute panic. Daisy caught the back of her hair and pulled her back, forcing her face between her newly overgrown tits.

“So you wanted a private show? You shoulda just asked!” Daisy crowed as she cupped and smushed her boobs together around the ghost’s face. The boo wailed and whined as he kicked and squirmed, but her breasts were powerful enough that she couldn’t even phase through them. Something about lifeblood or life-giving milk… who knew? Power-ups got weird.

When the ghost felt ready to pass out, Daisy pulled her back out and buried her face in her cleavage. She shook her shoulders rapidly, shaking her rack around as her fat tits smacked her head around in a rapid, milky motorboat. The splashed of milk hit the walls and flood as the ghost was pummeled silly, finally dropping to the ground as Daisy let her go. She melted into a puddle of ectoplasm that seeped through the floorboards.

“I could get used to these,” Daisy said, unable to keep from grinning as she cupped her inflated jugs. She lifted one up to kiss one milky orb. “I’m gonna miss you when you’re gone, little power-up.”

She took off running down the hall now that the ghosts had cleared out, just to find herself cupping her breasts to keep them from smacking her in the face while she jogged. “Okay, I won’t miss all of you…”

---

Peach found herself tumbling into the ballroom, but she quickly sprang to her feet. She was faring better than the others as the boos came springing out of walls or the floor. The spacious room gave her enough room to see them coming, so she spun and heel-kicked a pair of boos out of mid-air. Another slutty specter came out of the ground, but Peach sidestepped her and soccer kicked her in the breasts, sending her rocketing through the air and crashing into another of her haunting hoes.

“Is that really all you girls got?” Peach asked as she hopped from one foot to another. “I thought you sluts were supposed to be scary.”

There was a loud and sudden crack of wood as the room tilted slightly to one side. Peach’s eyes went wide as she looked in the direction it was tilting. The double doors as the end burst open as a fanged mouth filled it, shoving a purple tongue that was easily hundreds of yards long through the opening.

“There you are!” gloated a high and haughtily haunting voice. It sounded like the boos but much bigger and more ominous. “Finally my guests arrive to meet their queen!”

Peach could barely control her movement at the tilted angle, so the tongue easily circled and squeezed around her. Peach grunted as it made her breasts pop out over the tightly coiled appendage. A gleaming purple eye peered through a crack in the wall as the giant face of Queen Boojob glared at her covetously.

“I think I’ll have this sleazy little morsel for an appetizer…” the fanged woman purred as she started to drag Peach down the angled floor with her tongue.

“Yes, my queen!” one of the distant ghosts cheered.

“Destroy her, your highness!”

“Vore! Vore! Vore! Vore!”

“Stop that!” Queen Boojob snapped at the last one. “You’re making it weird!” She lashed her tongue and swept it across the room, smashing Peach through a few tables and chairs. She winced as the debris went flying past her, everything sliding down the tilted ballroom past her to smash to bits on the wall. Fortunately, “everything” included a pure white mushroom with a halo and feathered wings.

“Can’t get any worse!” Peach hissed as she reached out and grabbed it as it went floating by. Her body flashed with light like the other girls, but it was much wider than theirs. It filled the room and threw Boojob’s tongue off of her, smoking and burning as the giant ghostess recoiled in pain.

“AHH! How dare you bring that blessed light into my manor!? I should…!”

The giant queen’s voice was cut off as Peach suddenly slammed into her. It knocked her back as Peach’s suddenly giant body smashed the wall down, landing both of them in the next room. Peach levitated halfway to the floor. Broad angel wings spread out of her shoulders as her eyes glowed with a golden light. Her 30 foot tall, naked body illuminated the space around her, only a single strip of cloth drifting across her front to make a token effort at modesty just to quit halfway through. A golden halo hovered over her head.

“Oh,” she said, her voice coming out gentle but booming. “Angel Shroom. Should have known.”

Queen Boojob snarled as she pushed herself out of the debris of her throne room. Her crash landing had torn down a number of decorations and furnishings, leaving some busted thrones and lounge chairs shoved against the corners. The regal curtains and paintings were torn down, draped across them to form a crude square shape around the two giant fighters. The queen herself resembled a more tall and ferocious version of her minions; chalk white skin, a regal gown that her breasts nearly fell out of in all their jiggling, glowing purple eyes and a tall crow atop her head. Despite her attempt to swallow Peach earlier, they were suddenly on even footing.

“You haunted homewrecker!” Boojob snapped. She raised her dainty fists and a pair of purple boxing gloves appeared around her fists. “You want to go? Let’s go!”

Peach looked around blankly to realize her situation. She raised her fists as well and they gave off a radiant aura as she met her boxing stance. With a mad shriek, Boojob floated a few inches off the ground to lunge at her. Peach held her ground and with a swift backhand, she knocked the ghostly queen’s gloves aside and bashed her in the nose. Boojob’s narrow eyes crossed from the direct hit, just to eat a few more as Peach unleashed a rapid combo to either of her cheeks. A hard hook sent her head spinning, in the sense that it rotated a full 360 degrees on her neck.

“Ugh… not fair!” Boojob snarled. She threw a few jabs at the angelic Peach, but she floated aside to dodge it and threw a hard straight at Boo’s face. The undead queen bobbed her head out of the way and opened her mouth, snapping her sharp fangs onto Peach’s forearm.

The transformed angel winced, but she was more stuck than hurt. The fanged grip kept her from pulling back her glove, so Boojob unleashed a flurry of blows into Peach’s stomach. She grunted and groaned rapidly as her belly was beaten in, trapped in place by the ghost’s bite.

Boojob flashed a wicked grin around her mouthful of angel arm, just for a loud cracking to sound overhead. Waria had been ramming through walls rather than figure out the maze of doors, finally coming flying into the throne room.

“Who moved the damn floor!?” the pudgy bunnygirl demanded as she fell through the air. Her eyes locked onto the confusing battle and she leaned into her fall. Peach spotted her and shifted her weight to one side, moving to catch Waria by landing her in her naked rack.

“Thanks for the catch,” Waria called quickly. She stood up on Peach’s right boob as Boojob gave her a puzzled look. She braced her strong legs against Peach’s chest and sprang off, landing a flying double kick to Boojob’s jugs. The pale jiggly flesh flattened briefly against the ghost’s chest, winding her as she went flying off Peach’s arm.

“OOF! You little shit!” Boojob hissed, but Peach was back on the offensive. She cracked her across the jaw with another hard hook, just to smash another in the opposite direction right to her tits. Boojob stumbled as her wobbly rack threw off her balance, sending her toppling over in the other direction. Boojob’s ghastly tits flopped out of her dress as she caught onto the curtains like a set of ropes to steady herself. She growled and fumed as red in the face as a ghostly pale queen could get.

“You think I’m that easy, you glow in the dark Barbie!?” Boojob hissed as Waria speedily bunny hopped off some pillars and walls to land on a nearby chandelier.

Queen Boojob glowed with a purple aura before she suddenly sank into the ground. Peach raised an eyebrow just before Boojob popped up behind her and punched her in the back of the head. The floating blonde gasped and jerked forward, turning and swinging behind her. Boojob sank into the floor and continued teleporting around the naked angel, punching Peach in the ribs and kidney wherever she wasn’t looking. With a mocking cackle she vanished under the floorboards once again. Peach looked around tensely with her glowing knuckles ready, just for Boojob to shoot out of the ground beneath her and uppercut her in her bare pussy.

Peach gasped and howled in a musically angelic voice, cupping her groin as she hopping awkwardly backwards. Boojob cackled gleefully as she licked the glove that had just connected with her groin, hopping back in a jiggling and mocking little dance… until she slipped.

With a loud wail, Boojob stepped into a milky puddle. She flew tits over teakettle backward, smacking her head on the floor and knocking her silly.

“Watch your step! I sprung a leak!” Daisy laughed from beside her ear. Boojob groaned and tried to reach for the girl a fraction of her size, but Peach charged at her and leapt into the air, spreading her angelic wings. She beat them hard to launch herself back down and stomping both her bare feet down on Boojob’s tits. The shrill ghost’s voice screeched as her boobs were pressed flat, the fat orbs spreading out in every other direction.

“OWWW owie owie! I forget how heavy you mortals are!” Boojob whined as Peach finally floated back. The pale queen floated up after her and dove in, both of them breaking into a wild barrage of blows. They tore into each other’s face and chests, pummeling with their fists and gloves as fast as they could throw them. Their heads were knocked around but Boojob’s eyes started to roll while Peach only seemed more focused in her righteous fury. When the ghost finally wavered, Peach threw an uppercut into one of her pasty tits. It flew up and slapped Boojob in the head, sending her flying through the air towards a busted bed that formed one of their makeshift turnbuckles. Her skirt flew up just enough for the invading princesses to see one of the large bedposts ram right up her twat, getting the groggy ghost to suddenly screech in pain.

“NOOO! FUCK! My afterlife virginity!” she wailed as the girls snickered at her expense. The ghostly queen looked furious and opened her fanged mouth again, lashing out her giant tongue at loudly laughing Waria. Boojob reached for it to wrap around her neck but Peach saw it coming, reacting with her angelic speed. She charged in and intercepted the tongue, opening her mouth to catch it in her own. Boojob’s eyes went wide as Peach sealed her lips around the tip of her ghastly tongue, puckering up and sucking on it like a long-range tongue kiss. Booete’s eyes went wide as her tongue started to smoke again as Peach sucked more and more of it down.

“Wab?! No! Shtop it! Lemme go! The good! It burnsh!” Boojob wailed and whined. Peach just reeled her in, sucking down her tongue until they were nearly face to face. Peach suddenly spread her arms and wings, releasing a holy blast that consumed Boojob in her light. Her clothes blew off her body, torn to shreds as Boojob and the wall behind her went blasted to bits. The dead queen groaned on her back in the messy yard behind the manor, eyes rolling as the sun peaked out over the treeline. The sunlight traced across her body, causing her to vanish now that she was beyond the safety of her haunted manor.

“Are you alright down there?” Peach asked, lifting her bare foot to check on the others. Her wings cast a shadow over them as they waved back to her from below.

“Hot damn that’s a good upgrade! I gotta get me one of those. Once I’m done with these sweet tits anyway,” Daisy said.

“Ah crap. You got bigger boobs? Jelly,” Waria groaned.

“Girl, you already have giant boobs. Let some of us dream.”

“Well I’ve got about a minute left of this,” Peach’s booming voice warned politely. “How about we skip these woods and catch up.”

“Huh? Oh right. Mario,” Daisy recalled lazily. “Yea, let’s ride.”

Peach scooped up her friends and flew over the forest, carrying them in her hands as they crossed the haunted woods. By the time her wings and size wore off, they were touching down not far out of Casino City; home of every casino, strip club, dive bar or shotgun wedding chapel you could hope to find in one place.