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Peach was distraught. King Boo had loved her hadn’t he? She would be his queen and he would be her king and they would rule the Mushroom and Blossom kingdoms together.
Peach tore through the halls of Mushroom castle, rushing past servants who stared at her, puzzled at the normally perfect wife of the youngest prince. Her dress twisted around her legs and tears streamed down her cheeks, surely ruining her makeup. She was distantly aware that she looked nothing like the perfect princess image she maintained but at that moment she couldn’t bring herself to care what the servants thought.
Her eyes blurry with tears, she didn’t see the man in front of her until she crashed into his chest. She stumbled, almost falling to the ornate rug that covered the stone below but he caught her arm and pulled her back to her feet.
“Peach, what’s wrong my darling?” A deep voice snaps her out of her misery for a few short moments.
Peach gazed up at him, her long eyelashes speckled with tears. “Oh Bowser, I-“ she cut off her sentence, bursting into tears again and burying her face in his chest. He smelled like a forest, pine and river moss mixing together into a calming and familiar scent.
“Peach, just breathe for a moment.” His voice was strong yet gentle, like an ocean wave pounding against the shore and sweeping her to safety.
“I can’t. I don’t know where to go. King Boo-“
“Hey, wait a second, what does this have to do with my brother?” Bowser’s previously comforting voice has turned sour at the mention of his older brother.
“Did I say something about Boo? I must have misspoke. I simply ran into him in the hallway and he didn’t even greet me. I fear he may have had a difficult night yesterday at the party.” Peach bites her lip, trying to deescalate the situation as her heart pounds in her chest.
“That’s odd,” Bowser says, tilting his head slightly in confusion. “My brother swore to me that he would make an attempt to stay away from his… ah… unfortunate habit last night but this morning he’s wasted out of his mind.” Bowser sighs, “I shouldn’t have believed him. It’s not the first time he’s said he’d change and it certainly won’t be the last”.
“Oh really?” Peach batts her eyelashes slightly. “He wasn’t drinking at the party last night.” She shifts slightly, her bubblegum pink dress rustling softly.
When Peach looks up again, Bowser is staring at her intently, his hand reaching down to her chest. Peaches heart flutters. Would Bowser really attempt something like this in such a public space? Her heart sinks a little as he pulls back, pinching something between two fingers.
“What is this?” Bowser growls. His horns and fangs seem to lengthen as he holds out his hand, a small chunk of snow white hair sitting in his palm.
Peach can almost feel time slow. The hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she slowly backs away. “That? Oh, that’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. I was visiting the stables earlier and met the most beautiful horse. His coat was simply-“ Peach starts babbling, trying to come up with a believable excuse.
“Don’t bullshit me Peach. This isn’t animal hair and we both know it. Where did this come from?” He looms over her and Peach suddenly realizes how much taller and stronger he is than her.
“I-“
There’s a brief moment and then something clicks into place in Bowser’s head. “That’s why you smell like that. I thought you just went overboard at the party but I’ve witnessed my brother’s drinking problem long enough to recognize the smell of his favorite wine. The wine he keeps in his private rooms.”
Peach decides there’s only one viable way out of this. She bites her lip hard and tucks a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “No, Bow, it’s not-“
“No.” Bowser grabs her arm in a vice grip, preventing her from running. “How could I have been so stupid. I should have known you would never love a monster like me, you just wanted more power and the best way you saw to get that was sleeping with my brother, the king!” Bowser laughs but there’s nothing comforting about it. “And he didn’t even sleep with you willingly, did he?”
A spark of anger flickers in Peach’s chest. “Don’t try and act like you know anything about us. Boo loves me and I love him!”
“No, he loves the alcohol and we both know he can’t stop. He’s always being taken advantage of by women who want his power, I just never thought one of them would be Peach, the sweet princess of the Blossom kingdom I met two years ago. I never thought that sweet princess would drug and rape my brother.”
“It wasn’t rape, he said he wanted it! He kissed me!” Peach tries to protest but is cut off by the Koopa prince in front of her.
“But it was. Being drunk doesn’t equal consent because no one can properly consent with an addled mind.” He suddenly drops Peach’s wrist, which she immediately clutches to her chest. “You know what, just get out of my sight. Get out of this castle. I don’t care where you go, I just know I don’t want to see you anymore.”
Peach stares up at him, wide eyed. A strand of hair slips from behind her ear but she doesn’t push it back.
“I SAID GET OUT!” Bowser thunders.
The noise snaps Peach back into the real world and she makes a break for the nearest door to the outside gardens.
Peach feels hot tears pouring down her face as she runs, anywhere away from here and the two men she can’t help but love. Her footsteps pound on cobblestone and then rock as she runs.
She doesn’t know how long she runs before coming to a halt, her lungs burning with strain. Peach looks up to see she’s made her way to a cliff on the edge of the Mushroom Kingdom. It gives a perfect view of the surrounding ocean and on a perfectly clear day you could sometimes see the turrets of her own kingdom in the distance, tens of miles away.
Bowser used to bring her here for picnics and to watch the sunset together. He had sworn that it was extremely romantic but Peach had been skeptical. Now she would give anything for a cheesy picnic with the Koopa prince.
Peach sinks to the ground, too busy wallowing in her own dispair to notice the unstable ground beneath her. The rock cracks and crumbles and too late, Peach notices the grinding of stone before she starts to plummet.
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Peach blinks groggily up at the sky. The sun is much lower in the sky so it must be late afternoon at this point. Wait, but how? It was just noon a few minutes ago, wasn’t it?
Peach squints at the sky. Her head pounds like a herd of elephants ran over it and every sunbeam sends a wave of agony into her skull.
She makes an attempt to sit up but something prevents her from doing so fully. She blinks, trying to get her vision to clear enough to make out the interference.
What she sees makes her sick to her stomach, or well it would if it was still attached to her body. Instead, she sees what she is mostly certain is her stomach, impaled on a splintered tree branch as big around as her thigh. The horror only deepens when she sees that the tree branch is impaled through her torso, the jagged, splintered point tearing through her body.
Peach screams, a blood curdling sound. Small birds take to the sky, squawking in distress.
She slowly takes in her surroundings. The smell of salt and metal is heavy in the air and she can feel something soaking through her tights, warm and wet. Peach manages to get a glance at her lower body and she can feel bile rising in her throat.
Blood flows from her leg, mixing with the salt water crashing against her legs. There’s a very wrong bend a few inches above her right knee. A flicker of white appears every time the water rushes up and away.
Peach slowly rolls onto her side, an agonizing process. More blood leaks from her wounds, staining her already ruined dress and tights.
The sun is beginning to set by the time she finishes her task. Her eyes are red and swollen from crying. Blood leaks from a reopened cut on her forehead and she wipes it away, every movement hell on earth.
“I-I can do this.”
Blood bubbles in her throat and she coughs at the acrid taste. Blood splatters from her lips and she wipes it away, red smearing across her cheek like a gruesome painting.
Peach slowly stands up, leaning on a rock for support. The branch bumps against the stone and her vision blacks out for a minute and she clutches to the rock.
When her vision returns, she sees blood trickling between her fingers. She wipes it on her dress, the fresh red mixing with the pink and copper already there.
Taking a deep breath, Peach slams her torso against the rock. She hears a crunch and then her entire body explodes in pain, a fire racing through every atom and nerve in her body.
The world goes dark for a few moments and when she regains consciousness, she’s on the ground again. The broken branch - and her stomach, best on to think about that part - lying on the ground next to her. The sand is soaked with her blood, tinging it a pink color that would have been beautiful in different circumstances.
Peach gets to her feet again, too much adrenaline and shock coursing through her veins to feel her femur grinding against itself.
She takes a few stumbling steps before grasping the broken branch, still slick with her blood and body fluids.
Peach leans heavily against the stick as she stumbles forward, in the direction of far off boats - tiny specs in the distance.
Hope is beginning to sprout in her chest (or maybe that’s just the blood leaving her body) as she slowly makes her way towards salvation.
Bowser has enough money to get the best doctors on the entire continent if she can just-
Her torn dress catches on something and Peach falls to the ground, pain exploding in her mouth as her chin smacks into the rocky ground.
The princess’s scream is muffled by blood, the hot, metallic liquid gurgling in her throat. She tries to spit it out but something solid and squishy smacks against her lip.
She lifts a hand to her mouth and feels a solid object hanging half out of her mouth. She tries to run her tongue along it but her tongue refuses to move and she is suddenly and horrifically aware of what it is.
Bile rises in her throat and she vomits, blood splashing on the ground. The object detaches and thumps against the stone with a wet splatter as it hits the pool of blood and bile.
Peach grasps her tongue, its smoothness pressing against her palm as she removes it from the puddle.
Blood still gushes in her mouth and she spits it out, the taste still sour against her throat and remaining tongue.
Something slimy and warm presses into her chest. Peach rolls onto her back as she tries to see what it is. More blood covers the things but she can still make out the tube-like shape of her intestines, hanging out of her body, slipped from the hole in her body.
Peach stares up at the sky. Birds have begun to circle the sky, some smaller ones already landing to peck at her discarded stomach.
Blood pools around her body, flowing into the grooves of the rocks and towards the ocean waves, crashing against the shore, pounding in rhythm with her head.
The sky begins to darken but Peach realizes with a muted fear that it’s her vision growing fainter.
Wouldn’t it just be easier to close your eyes and let the darkness take you? Bowser hates your guts now - hah, not that they’re still inside you - and Boo could never be yours, even if you both desired it. Not that Boo would have ever chosen to bed with you without a little… assistance.
So Peach does give in to the darkness and fades away, her body to become food for the animals of Mushroom Kingdom and sire more citizens for her lovers,