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The lighter barely lit up the room, everything else dark surrounding him other than the odd light that Polterpup produced naturally. It was nearing 11:30 and Luigi couldn’t find it in himself to figure out when he’d sleep. He often suffered from insomnia and nightmares and only one thing really helped. It wasn’t even something that he often got to do.
He held back a grin as he breathed in, the smoke pulling through the pipe and into the water, filtering it with rumbling bubbles in the glass bong he was holding. He could feel the warmth of the smoke and the pops of the smoke bubbles as he released the lighter and took an even deeper breath, continuing through the long pull as he lightly tugged out the bowl, the smoke trapped in the bong filling his lungs in a split second.
He held back from coughing for a good minute, breathing out and laughing as he choked on the smoke, managing to calm down and take a sip of his water nearby. He’d only smoked half the bowl and so he flicked the lighter and put the bowl back in place, doing the same thing once again.
It was easier the second time, his body remembering how to smoke after the first hit. It had been a while since he’d done this. He’d just come back from that stupid hotel that Hellen Gravely built to capture him and Mario, so Luigi knew he deserved to unwind and relax, hopefully keeping the nightmares at bay with the marijuana he was smoking.
It was a weird solution to Luigi’s anxiety. He knew it was commonly used for people with Autism and anxiety in the human world, but he didn’t think he’d ever be using it for his worries. It had started thanks to E. Gadd, who talked about finding a plant that he remembered reading about when he was a young lad living with the humans on earth. Of course, Luigi knew better than to believe E. Gadd at face value. The old coot probably smoked a shit ton of weed. He smelled like it more often than not; Luigi had realized after their first conversation about using it to help Luigi with his mental health. E. Gadd somehow had a huge supply of it that he’d kept to himself for years but was now sharing with the man he basically called a son.
Luigi started smoking just after the whole Dark Moon fiasco, glad that it really did help with the nightmares. Before this, when Luigi still lived with Mario, he’d just go into his brother’s room and curl up with his twin, but now, when they weren’t on adventures, Luigi smoked in his free time.
Luigi giggled softly as he let his mind wander, his eyes half-lidded as he thought about different things that he and Mario had faced. The scariest to Luigi would always be that first haunted Mansion, even more so than when he and Mario first came to the Mushroom Kingdom and Luigi had almost died thanks to Bowser…
Speaking of, Luigi felt heat pool between his legs as he thought about the Koopa King. Soon after Bowser’s Fury, the king had calmed down. Well, that’s not necessarily true. It was actually after the Odyssey that Bowser cooled off. Luigi had spoken to Bowser briefly on the moon, surprised at how dejected the king had been.
“She really doesn’t like me, does she?” Bowser had asked, a deep frown on his face.
“Well… No. Sh-She doesn’t.” Luigi answered, hesitantly. He didn’t want to make the king mad and risk getting hurt. His balloons kept his feet off the ground, mostly, but he bounced a little and pushed off the ground, floating over to the king and flying a bit in front of the large king. He kept his distance but continued to speak. “You’re b-brash and rude and yo-you always use violence to g-get your way. I-If you weren’t so… Mean… She might be friends with you.” Luigi had told the king, frowning. “You’re just g-going the wrong way about this a-all. Honestly, Peach d-doesn’t even like Mario like that… They’re just friends. Mario and DK on th-the other hand…” Luigi tried to joke, only getting a despondent chuckle from the king.
“I didn’t think Mario swung that way.” Bowser spoke, looking up at Luigi.
“Y’know, we’re twins for a reason.” Luigi shrugged. “I certainly swing that way.”
Bowser had laughed at his humor and sat back, sighing. “I’ll need some time.”
“And that’s o-okay. I hope you can a-apologize for everything… I know Peach really wa-wants to be friends. Sh-She enjoys when you join our competitions.” Luigi told the beast, humming. “I think it’s funny wa-watching you fit into those l-little carts.”
“Alright, now you’re just making fun of me. You’d better run off before I change my mind about letting you go.” Bowser huffed, shaking his head.
Luigi had stiffened a little at the quiet threat, but turned tail… Not before some parting words.
“When you’re feeling b-better, write me a letter.” Luigi had told the king, waving as he left.
To his credit, Bowser had written to him. Told Luigi about how he never really thought about how his actions impacted people. Luigi had written back and started a correspondence between them, helping Bowser reach out to those he hurt to try and start to make amends.
And then that weird affliction took hold and Mario had to help Junior save Bowser.
When Mario came back, Bowser wrote about a peace treaty draft he sent to Peach for approval. It had taken a few months, but now they were in an era of calm. Bowser kept to his kingdom and new trade routes were established.
And once the treaty was in place, Bowser stopped sending letters to Luigi…. And eventually Luigi stopped trying to reach out to his… not quite friend.
Luigi hadn’t heard from Bowser in three months now. He’d heard the king had come down with some sickness and was confined to his castle, but… It would be an understatement if Luigi said he didn’t think about Bowser.
Even now, just thinking about the king kept that steady heat between his legs. He wasn’t even thinking of anything erotic! Just about the strong, big king who’d somehow taken Luigi’s heart and left him hanging.
Luigi could feel his high starting to leave him. He grabbed his grinder and packed another bowl, lighting up to try and escape his train of thought…. But the heat lingered, and he could feel his wetness in his boxers now.
With a groan, Luigi glanced around. Polterpup had left for the guest room a while ago to sleep and Luigi didn’t have to worry about neighbors or making too much noise…. He put the bong to the side once he was finished with his second bowl, his hands sliding under his clothes. Once hand slid up his stomach and up to where his nipples were, the little buds already starting to harden, while the other slid into his underwear, pressing at his hard clit. A little gasp left the human as he pinched one nipple, the little triangle scar under it dipping as his fingers brushed the soft skin. He started to massage at his sensitive bud between his legs, whining softly as he thought about Bowser. The tall Koopa’s strong body pressing against him, the way the king’s ruby eyes lit with fire when he was passionate or angry…. The way Luigi craved to be picked up and carried like a doll.
There was a knock at the door and Luigi yelped, pulling his hands from himself. He quickly used hand sanitizer as he hurried to the door nearby. “Coming!” he called, heart racing in his chest.
Who was there so late at night? It was… now 12:15 am and somehow Luigi had a guest at his door. Speaking of, the plumber opened said door and looked out, seeing a tall stranger at his doorstep.
“Uhm, h-hello?” Luigi asked, flicking on the porch light to see… Well… If he was any higher, he would have said Bowser, but the new bowl hadn’t fully hit him yet- wait, yup, there it was. Was that a human version of Bowser on his porch?
“Ah. Hi.” The man rumbled, voice making Luigi shiver. He even sounded like Bowser! “Can… Can I come in? I’ll explain everything inside.” The taller requested. Luigi had half the mind to say yes.
But he didn’t, some sanity poking through. “Uh, no? W-Who are you?” Luigi asked, frowning as he watched the man shuffle for a moment.
“I-… It’s me, Luigi… Bowser.” The man said, face scrunched like it was weird to say. “I don’t particularly like this form, but I’ve been cursed.” Bowser briefly explained, now trying to push past Luigi and into the house. Thankfully, Luigi stopped him, hand out to prevent the other from getting inside.
“You really e-expect me to believe that?” Luigi deadpanned, huffing and crossing his arms. “No one’s seen Bowser since the treaty was s-signed. I haven’t seen him for e-even longer than that, but I know he’s not human! You’d better come clean!”
“I’m telling the truth Greenie!” Bowser huffed, glaring for a moment. “Look, I’ve just- I was too embarrassed to tell you, Luigi. After I came back from being that giant monster, a little… I don’t know, God? Visited me and told me that since my soulmate is human, I should be human for part of the day too. So, now, at night, I turn human when the sun sets and turn back to normal at sunrise. I-I didn’t know who my soulmate was until recently though.” The man said sheepishly, fists at his side. “That’s why I’m here.”
“Then tell me something only Bowser would know.” The green clad human demanded, watching the taller carefully. He was still high, swaying a little bit before catching himself on the doorframe.
“I… Ugh, you call me Kookie Koopa when I start… When I write some crazy shit.” Bowser said, blushing deeply. “Usually when I talk about conquering stuff or kidnapping.”
Luigi didn’t bother to stop his high self from cooing at hearing the nickname, suddenly believing that this was Bowser. The only person in the world who knew that information was the man himself. “So… You’re really Bowser?” Luigi found himself asking anyway. At the nod, he sighed and moved from the door to let Bowser in.
The taller still had to duck to get inside, but he actually fit in Luigi’s little mansion. He closed and locked the door behind him, not wanting anyone else to bother them so late into the night.
“Why are you here then?” Luigi asked as he started to pack another bowl. He wasn’t high enough for this.
“For you.” Bowser rumbled, watching Luigi for a moment before sitting down on the couch next to the table and armchair Luigi was currently using.
“For me?” Luigi asked, pausing his actions to look at the taller.
“For you.” Bowser repeated.
“Why?”
“Because you’re my soulmate.” Bowser grinned, a little shy, but sure of his words.
“What?”
Luigi was either too high or not high enough, he couldn’t tell anymore.
The smaller human let out a nervous chuckle, in disbelief. “I doubt that.” Luigi told Bowser, shaking his head as he finished packing the weed into the glass pipe, putting the bong back together and picking up his lighter. “I don’t think I’m anyone’s soulmate, l-let alone yours.”
“You’re definitely my soulmate.” Bowser spoke, moving from his seat to stop Luigi from lighting up again, getting the younger to put the items down. “I can’t… I can’t really prove it right now, but I will. I just need you to trust me and listen to my request. Its… It’s okay if you don’t want to do it, but I need your help.” Bowser told Luigi, frowning as he stared at where their hands touched. Luigi’s hands were so cold compared to his. He wondered if Luigi had always been this cold. Mario was always warm with his own fire, but Luigi only had electricity, and that wasn’t always a heating energy.
“Wh-What’s your request?” Luigi asked after a minute of staring at their hands.
“I… This is going to sound insane, but I need to mate with you.” Bowser said, red covering his tanned cheeks. “The only way to break the curse is to, uh, to get you pregnant.” Bowser confessed, looking into Luigi’s eyes, sincere.
“WHAT?” Luigi gaped, pulling his hands back and holding them to his chest. “Woah, woah, no, wait, what?” He stumbled, staring at Bowser in disbelief. “Wha-What if I couldn’t get pregnant?”
“You can?” Bowser asked, perking up some.
“Th-That’s not important!” Luigi sputtered, pushing Bowser gently so he could stand, pacing. He was definitely not high enough for this, finally coming off his last hit. “Why do I have to get pregnant?”
“I mean… Well, I wasn’t sure you could, you are a man. But I knew something was weird about you. You have a body like the princess even though you look like Mario.” Bowser spoke, standing and stopping Luigi by his shoulders. “I think that God, or whatever it was, just wanted us to get together or have sex or something. His exact words were mate with you, but I don’t… Mating is essentially marriage between Koopas.” Bowser spoke, frowning. “It’s very different to what I’d been trying to do with Peach. Mating is more intimate, shows that you’re solely devoted to your partner. I was just marrying Peach for political reasons. I still planned on mating someone outside of her and letting her be with Mario, but after the whole moon thing, I realized marriage for humans is like mating for Koopas.” Bowser said, watching Luigi. “And I thought a lot about what I wanted… About what you said… I thought a lot about you and realized that for some time, I’d been looking for you before Peach… Before anyone. Even before our talk on the moon. When I asked if Peach didn’t like me, I already knew. Maybe not the real reasons, but I knew that I didn’t like her either… And you were there, showing me compassion, even though I was your enemy. I didn’t… I didn’t understand why I wasn’t irritated that you were bothering me, and I was sad that you left, even with you telling me to write to you. And when we wrote letters, I just… I found myself longing for you.”
“S-So, let me get this straight, you’re in love with me?” Luigi asked, seeing Bowser nod.
“Very.” The taller agreed, his arms slipping down to Luigi’s waist, pulling him closer. “I have for a while… I was… I didn’t want to scare you off by being so forward and unkind. I thought that I should just stay away… And then that God came and did this.” Bowser sighed, watching Luigi’s face switch from disbelief to surprise to… Something else. He wasn’t sure what, but it seemed good. Luigi’s hands came to rest on Bowser’s chest as the taller continued to speak. “It forced me to have to actively seek you out, and I confirmed with Kamek and Kammy that although my soulmate is human, it wasn’t any of the princesses… It certainly wasn’t Mario either, so that leaves you.” Bowser rumbled, Luigi’s fingers twitching on his pecs as he spoke.
“I mean, th-there’s Professor E. Gadd.” Luigi mindlessly joked.
“Who? Oh, that little old man? No way. You’re much more appealing. Plus, I think you’re more attractive than Peach.” Bowser chuckled, tugging Luigi a little closer. “So? What do you say? Can I spend the night?” Bowser asked, leaning in closer to the little human.
Luigi’s cheeks were bright red, and the plumber bit his lip. Bowser had to hold back from kissing Luigi to free his poor trapped lip. Finally, after a few moments of consideration, Luigi nodded. “Okay, but no funny business.”
“That’s no fair, the only way to break this curse is to sleep with you.” Bowser huffed, “I could make you feel good… I know that’s what you were trying to do before I knocked. I could hear you through the door and I can smell it now…” Bowser teased, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Luigi’s cheek.
“Wh-Wha- No! I-I wasn’t!” Luigi tried to argue, attempting to push away from Bowser. The taller kept his arms tight around Luigi and pulled him even closer.
“You’re still trying to run? Does that mean you were thinking about me?” Bowser questioned, getting bolder thanks to the way Luigi’s cheeks lit up and he began trying to stutter out excuses.
Seeing his opportunity, Bowser swept Luigi off his feet and into a bridal carry. The king grinned at Luigi; brow raised. “Where’s the bedroom?” he asked nonchalantly, the only response he got was Luigi pointing down the hall and covering his face after.
A small trek brought Bowser into Luigi’s bedroom, closing the door behind him before plopping Luigi onto the mattress. The squeak that left Luigi brought the king much joy as he climbed over the small human, wanting to hear more of those sweet, sweet noises.
“B-Bowser…” Luigi managed, voice barely a whisper.
“Can I kiss you?” Bowser asked, hand cupping the younger’s cheek as he stared into Luigi’s baby blue eyes. At the nodded response, Bowser leaned down and caught Luigi’s lips on his own, groaning at the delicious taste Luigi brought to his mouth when he licked into the plumber’s warm cavern.
Luigi’s arms shakily reached up to wrap around Bowser’s neck while the king’s hands slid under his shirt, pushing it up to his neck. Bowser pulled back enough to study Luigi’s lithe body; the pale skin bright in the moonlight pouring into the room. “What are these?” Bowser asked, tracing both little triangles that were under Luigi’s dusty nipples.
“O-Oh, that’s, uhm, some humans, uh… Well…” Luigi stuttered, trying to figure out how to explain it. “You remember y-you said I had a body like Peach b-but looked like Mario?” Luigi started, earning a nod. “That’s because I-I’m a bit different. My mind is more l-like Mario’s, like a man. But my body is wrong to my brain.” He got out, sitting up a little and tugging off his shirt fully, mostly to get it out of the way. “Well, I got my body fixed when M-Mario and I still lived in Brooklyn. Sort of at least. My bottom half doesn’t match, but I f-feel better now that I don’t have breasts like Peach does. They were a-annoying and now I don’t feel so wrong in my body.” Luigi told the taller. “I also take something c-called Testosterone, it’s what makes my voice d-deeper and lets me have facial hair.”
“That’s very interesting… I didn’t know that there were differences in humans like that. So, you’re a man trapped in a woman’s body?” Bowser asked, humming at the nod he received. “So, men like Mario can’t have children, but because you’re not in the right body, you have sire children?”
“I mean… Yeah. It’s, uhm, it’s a little lucky, your timing….” Luigi managed, clearing his throat. “I recently stopped taking Testosterone because I ran out and E. Gadd still hasn’t found anything to make more. I’d been living off a dwindling supply for a few years now. After the pipe t-to Brooklyn was broken two years ago. I-If I had been on it, there… Well, there isn’t really a-any research into pregnancy while on T-Testosterone. I’ve been off it for a-about six months… I don’t really need it anymore either.” Luigi told Bowser, letting the taller press against his nipples, gasping softly at the feeling.
“Can you still produce milk? Koopas usually use formula, so if you can’t that’s not a problem. I just remember Kammy telling me about human anatomy as a teen.” Bowser hummed.
“I… I can. I think. I still, uhm, I still have m-milk glands.” Luigi stuttered, cheeks bright red as Bowser gently pushed him back onto the bed. His body felt hot, even with all the questions he had to answer. He could feel himself dripping as Bowser pinched his bud, making Luigi gasp and moan, arching his back up.
“You enjoy this, don’t you?” Bowser growled seductively, leaning down and taking a rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking on the bud. Luigi moaned again, hand tangling and pulling at Bowser’s hair, earning a groan in reply.
“S-Stop teasing me…” Luigi huffed, pulling Bowser up for a kiss. “You’re the one wh-who’s desperate, no?” Luigi taunted, earning a darker growl.
“Just for that attitude, I should punish you.” Bowser rumbled, flipping Luigi onto his stomach, earning a little yelp. “You need lubrication, right? Where is it?” Bowser asked, leaning over to the bedside table when Luigi pointed.
In the drawer was a bottle of lube, already half empty, and a rather large toy that looked… not quite like his own, but similar enough. With a growl, Bowser picked both items up, showing Luigi the toy. “Just how long have you been using this to pleasure yourself?” Bowser asked, lifting Luigi’s hips and placing a pillow under them. He tugged down Luigi’s sweats, using them to pin Luigi’s legs together a bit.
“B-Bowser- Please.” Luigi begged, hiding his face to keep from answering. When Bowser pulled his head up by the back of his hair, he relented. “Si-Since we started writing b-back and forth a-and I realized I liked you.” Luigi confessed, moaning at the feeling of Bowser pulling his hair.
It earned him a slap on his ass, making the green clad human moan, his ass cheek turning a light red. “Good to know you want this as much as I do. When I turn back to normal, I’ll give you exactly what you want. For now, you’ll have to suffice with my human dick.” Bowser hummed, leaning down and using his thumbs to press open Luigi’s folds, the liquid glistening on Luigi’s heat looked sweet, and when he lapped some up, he grinned at the truth. It was better than he thought it could be.
Luigi moaned as Bowser delved back in, shivering as he was eaten out. He buried his face into his pillows, his legs pinned in place by Bowser’s body over him. It wasn’t long before he was gasping for air, begging for more. “B-Bowser please! S-So close!” he whimpered, Bowser’s thick tongue licking inside of him once again, barely brushing his sweet spot. When the taller did it again, Luigi couldn’t hold back, crying out in pleasure as he came, more sweet fluids leaking from him. Bowser drank it all up, pulling away and wiping his mouth on his shirt as he took it off.
He pressed kisses to Luigi’s back as he undressed them both fully, his own hard length bouncing once it was free from his confines. He took a moment to appreciate how Luigi looked back at him with stars in his eyes, flushing when he saw Bowser’s thick cock.
“E-Even as a human, I’m not sure th-that’ll fit.” Luigi choked out, gasping when Bowser spanked him again.
“I’m sure it will if you’ve been using that toy to satisfy you. You’ll really like my normal form.” Bowser promised, pouring the cold lube on his dick. He held back a shiver and stroked himself a few times to relieve the pressure, then lined up with Luigi, slowly pushing in. “When’s the last time you used that toy?” Bowser wondered, marveling at how tight Luigi was.
“A-A few days ago!” The small human squeaked, moaning as he pushed his face into the pillows before him.
“Really? And you’re this tight?” Bowser asked, earning a nod in reply. With a grin, Bowser pushed forwards more, knocking the air from Luigi’s lungs for a moment. When he bottomed out, he noticed a second entrance and let his thumb press against it. “Hmm, do you get pleasure from this entrance too?” he curiously wondered as he let his still lubed thumb gently press in.
“W-Wait! N-Not there!” Luigi gasped, both holes tightening around the intrusions.
“Oh? You seem to like it.” Bowser teased, switching his thumb out for his pointer finger, pushing in slowly. He could feel his length inside Luigi’s heat when he crooked his finger down, making Luigi moan loudly. “Your body isn’t protesting; do you pleasure yourself with this hole too?”
“I- S-Sometimes.” Luigi stuttered, embarrassed. “N-Not as often though… Just- Just when I need to relieve more s-stress.”
“I’ll remember that for when you’re having a bad day.” Bowser grinned, pushing a second finger in as he started to slowly thrust his hips. The moan Luigi let out was loud and needy, his hips pushing back into the feeling of Bowser’s cock pressing against his insides on every thrust in.
“O-Oh- Please! B-Bowser, more!” Luigi begged, yelping as Bowser pulled his fingers from his ass and slapped his red cheek. The taller gripped his hips suddenly, sharp nails digging into his skin as Bowser held him in place and began hammering into the small plumber.
“Bet this feels great, huh?” Bowser grunted, biting Luigi’s neck and leaving love bites along Luigi’s back and neck. “I can’t wait to take you in my true form, I bet you’ll feel even better than you do now… I’m curious to see how big your stomach will get with all that cum inside you.” Bowser growled, nipping at Luigi’s cheek as the younger mewled underneath him.
Bowser sped up his pace, Luigi drooling and lost in pleasure under him, the only sounds escaping were those of pleasure and need, still mindlessly begging Bowser for more. The taller pulled Luigi up into his arms as he pounded into the other, scratching down his chest and sides as he gripped for more leverage, Luigi’s head tipping back over his shoulder. Bowser used the position to reach down, lightly pinching and massaging the hard red clit just above Luigi’s pussy, making the younger cry out and cum, tightening his hold on Bowser’s length.
And seeing Luigi lose himself in the pleasure of orgasm brought Bowser past his own edge, biting down hard on Luigi’s shoulder as he came inside the little human. He kept rolling his hips through their ends, Luigi shuddering hard when he came down and felt Bowser still moving inside him. He had to stop the taller, afraid of being overstimulated and losing himself again.
Finally, Bowser pulled out and the two flopped onto the bed on their side, Luigi whining as he turned over, his hips already aching. The smaller human moved into Bowser’s arms; face pressed against the taller’s shoulder.
“Was it good?” Bowser asked, suddenly nervous with post-nut clarity.
“Very.” Luigi huffed, peeking up at the taller. “Are you going to be awake in time to get out of the house before you turn back?” The smaller asked, curiously.
“I should. I- I wasn’t originally planning on staying since I didn’t want to risk anything happening to your house, but… But I don’t want to leave you like this, after having such a good time… Will… Will you come back to the castle with me tomorrow? You don’t have to, like, move in with me right away, but I’d like if you could stay for a week until we- until we figure all this out…?” Bowser spoke, a bit nervous.
“I’d like that… It’s been a while since I saw the kids… M-Maybe we should get donuts on the way back?” Luigi suggested. “There’s a really good bakery just before the castle in the Darklands…”
“I’d enjoy that.” Bowser smiled, leaning down to kiss Luigi. “You should get some sleep. I’ll be outside in the morning waiting for you.” Bowser assured, pressing another kiss to Luigi’s forehead this time.
“Okay….” Luigi yawned, settling into Bowser’s arms.
Somehow, Luigi thought, this was the best night he’d ever had.