Interrogation Gone... Fun?
{The Koopa King kidnaps a human and interrogates him about the other human messing up his plans with the Princess of The Mushroom Kingdom. He settles on quite a silly tactic which ends up being... fun. And this human is kind of cute- wait what?}
Bowser was scary..
But… mostly, he was just kind of dramatic.
“WHERE IS MARIO?!” Bowser roared for what had to be the fifteenth time that hour.
Luigi jumped anyway, tied tightly to a wooden chair in the middle of Bowser’s throne room, “I-I told you, I don’t know!”
Bowser narrowed his eyes.
Luigi stared back nervously.
“…You really don’t know?”
“No!”
Bowser groaned loudly, dragging a claw down his face, “ugh! This is impossible!”
Luigi blinked.
That was it?
No fire breathing? No torture dungeon? No dangling him over lava?
Bowser stomped in a frustrated circle, “Kamek said threatening you would work better…”
“Well, maybe you’re just bad at threatening people,” Luigi muttered before he could stop himself.
Silence.
Bowser slowly turned.
Luigi immediately regretted every life choice he’d ever made.
“Oh,” Bowser rumbled, stepping closer, “you got jokes now?”
“N-No? That wasn’t a joke-”
He was cut off by Bowser simply looming over him, smoke puffing lightly from his nostrils. Luigi shrank back as much as the ropes allowed.
The Koopa King suddenly grinned.
It was not a comforting grin.
“Maybe,” Bowser said slowly, “you just need… stronger motivation.”
Before Luigi could ask what that meant, Bowser grabbed the ropes around the chair and hauled both Luigi and the chair across the room effortlessly.
“HEY-!”
The chair thunked down again.
Luigi looked around frantically and realized that Bowser had dragged him beside the throne platform.
“…Why am I over here?”
Bowser ignored the question.
Instead, huge claws hooked beneath Luigi’s overalls and yanked it down below his butt in one swift motion.
“HEY!” Luigi squeaked, face burning red when he was exposed to just his green undershirt and briefs, “wh-what are you DOING?!”
Bowser tossed the shirt aside carelessly.
“Hm,” he hummed thoughtfully, “scrawnier than the Mario guy.”
“Thanks?!”
Bowser smirked.
He hooked a finger into the collar of his green shirt, and yanked. Buttons popped off scattering to the floor as Luigi’s bare upper body was exposed.
“OKAY! You can stop THERE!-“
Bowser hooked a claw into his the waist of his boxers.
Luigi only scowled despite his fear, “don’t you dare.”
Bowser pulled the waistband out and popped it back, chuckling as he stood back up.
Then he grabbed the ropes securing Luigi’s wrists and retied them higher against the back of the chair, stretching Luigi’s arms up helplessly above his head.
Luigi’s stomach dropped.
“Okaaaay, this officially feels evil now.”
Bowser flexed his claws slowly.
“You’ll talk eventually.”
Luigi swallowed hard.
“…Are you gonna burn me alive?”
Bowser blinked.
“What? No.”
“…Oh.”
“Too messy.”
“Then what sick game are you plann-ING-!”
Without warning, Bowser’s claws dug lightly into Luigi’s sides.
The claws scribbled again.
“WAHAHA! HEY!!”
Bowser paused.
Luigi froze too.
Both stared at each other.
“…Seriously?” Bowser asked.
Luigi’s face immediately turned bright red, “don’t look at me like that!”
Bowser’s grin returned twice as wide.
“Well, well…”
“No. No, absolutely not.”
Bowser wiggled his claws against Luigi’s ribs.
Luigi exploded into helpless laughter, “WAHAHAHAHAIT! NOHOHOHO!!”
“Oh, this is incredible! I didn’t think this would actually work,” Bowser said, sounding genuinely delighted.
Luigi twisted desperately against the chair as giant claws skittered all over his sides and stomach. Every touch sent sharp bursts of laughter pouring out of him.
“STAHAAHAHAHAP!”
“Tell me where Mario is.”
“I DOHOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW!”
Bowser leaned closer, eyes gleaming mischievously now, “you’re laughing too hard. I don’t believe you.”
“That doesn’t even make sense!”
Bowser dragged blunt claws lightly up Luigi’s underarms.
Luigi SHRIEKED.
“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOT THERE!”
“Aha!” Bowser pointed dramatically, “weak spot detected!”
“THATS NOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR!”
Bowser absolutely did not care.
The giant Koopa attacked both underarms now, claws scratching carefully without hurting him, and Luigi slammed his back on the chair so hard he nearly tipped it over.
Bowser caught the chair easily with one hand.
“Careful,” he said casually, “wouldn’t want you getting hurt.”
“YOU’RE LITERALLY TIHIHICKLING ME!”
“And? It’s not hurting you, is it?”
Luigi had no response other than shaking his head because he was too busy dissolving into cackles.
Bowser, meanwhile, was becoming increasingly fascinated.
At first this had just been another intimidation tactic. A weird one, sure, but Kamek had suggested “creative approaches.”
But Luigi’s laugh..
It was ridiculous.
Bright and helpless and completely contagious.
And annoyingly cute.
Bowser blinked at the realization.
Cute?
The Koopa King stared at Luigi as the plumber wheezed through laughter, squirming helplessly in the chair.
“…Huh.”
Luigi noticed immediately, “-w-whahahat?”
Bowser almost looked embarrassed, but covered it up quickly with a grin again, “oh nothing.. just thinking about how sensitive you are to… a little air on your belly..”
“Oh NO NO-!,” Luigi said instantly, despite smiling in a way that seemed genuine.
“Oh yes.”
Bowser suddenly shoved his snout against Luigi’s stomach and blew a loud raspberry against his bare belly.
Luigi SCREAMED with laughter.
“WAHAHAHAHAHAHA BOWSEHEHEHER!!”
Bowser actually laughed too now, deep booming chuckles filling the throne room.
Luigi was practically crying laughing at this point, kicking helplessly as Bowser alternated between clawing at his ribs and blowing obnoxious raspberries against his stomach.
“PLEHEHEHEASE!”
“Still not talking?”
“I DOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW WHERE HE IS!”
Bowser paused.
Luigi panted hard, exhausted giggles slipping out every few seconds.
The Koopa King studied him carefully for a moment.
Then he sighed.
“…You really don’t know.”
Luigi blinked, “I told you that from the beginning!”
Bowser shrugged. “Yeah, but this was more fun.”
Luigi stared at him in disbelief.
“You are unbelievably weird,” he tried to sound grossed out but his giggles failed him.
Bowser smirked proudly, “thank you.”
“…That wasn’t a compliment.”
Bowser ignored that too.
Instead, one giant claw lightly poked Luigi’s side again, making him squeak and jerk in the chair.
Bowser’s grin softened strangely.
“…Your laugh is cute.”
Luigi went completely still.
“…Excuse me?”
Bowser immediately looked away with a grunt, “forget I said anything.”
“Oh my god,” Luigi stared at him, “you think I’m cute!” he exclaimed while blushing himself.
“I do NOT.”
“You totally do!”
Bowser crossed his arms stubbornly, “quiet!”
Luigi burst into disbelieving laughter.
Unfortunately for him, Bowser seemed to decide that meant round two.
Bowser stepped closer again, a sinister smile on his muzzle and wiggling his fingers.
“Wait, c-c’mon, you can’t seriously still be doing this-”
Bowser cracked his knuckles dramatically.
Luigi’s eyes widened, “oh no.”
“Oh yes.”
The giant Koopa leaned casually against the chair, one claw tracing slowly up Luigi’s side without quite tickling yet.
Luigi immediately squirmed, “d- don’t do that.”
“Do what?” Bowser asked innocently.
“That weird anticipatory thing!”
“The weird anticipatory thing?” Bowser echoed with a grin, “little guy using big words there… you mean this?”
His claw suddenly scribbled into Luigi’s side.
Luigi burst into startled cackles, “WAHAHAHA- BOWSER!”
“There’s that laugh again,” Bowser teased, “you sound ridiculous.”
“YOU-! YOU’RE RIDIHIHIHICULOUS!! K-KIDNAPPING ME AND DOHOHOING THIHIHIHIS?!”
“Kidnapping is serious business. This?” Bowser fluttered his claws against Luigi’s stomach rapidly, “this is entertainment.”
Luigi dissolved into cackles again, twisting helplessly against the ropes.
“NOHOHOHOHO!”
Bowser seemed far too pleased with himself.
“You know,” he said thoughtfully, “for someone who’s acted nervous this whole time, you sure laugh loud and confidently.”
Luigi kicked helplessly, “I CAHAHAN’T HELP IT!”
“Oh, I know.”
Bowser’s claws climbed back under Luigi’s arms.
Luigi squealed before he even reached his armpits, “NOHOHOHOHO WAIT WAIT!”
Too late.
Bowser attacked both underarms mercilessly.
Luigi’s laughter shot up an octave immediately.
“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOHOHOHOP!”
Bowser laughed right along with him now, tail thumping once against the floor, “wow, that spot is unbelievable.”
Luigi buried his face against his shoulder uselessly, giggling helplessly between louder bursts of laughter.
“YOHOHOU’RE AWFUHUHUHUL!”
“And you’re ticklish.”
“THATS NONE OF YOUR B- BUSINEHEHEHESS!”
“It became my business the second you started shrieking.”
Luigi groaned through his laughter.
Bowser leaned closer again, eyes glinting mischievously, “I bet that Mario knows about this.”
Luigi’s face turned bright red. He still wasn’t going to reveal anything.
Bowser gasped dramatically, “HE DOES.”
“SHUT UHUHUHUP!”
“Oh, this just keeps getting better.”
Bowser suddenly switched tactics, scribbling rapidly over Luigi’s ribs instead.
Luigi nearly choked laughing, “WAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”
“That bad, huh?”
Bowser deliberately repeated the motion.
Luigi howled.
Bowser looked absurdly delighted now, “you’re seriously this ticklish everywhere?”
“Nohohoho!”
“That’s sounds like lying..”
Bowser’s claws danced across Luigi’s stomach again, lighter this time, making the plumber squirm and snort helplessly.
“There’s no way Mario hasn’t tickled you before,” Bowser continued smugly.
Luigi immediately avoided eye contact.
Bowser barked out a victorious laugh, “OH, HE DEFINITELY HAS.”
“I swear to gohohod..-”
“What? Did he pin you down too?” Bowser teased, “did you laugh like this for him?~”
Luigi made an absolutely mortified noise, “EW, HE IS MY BROTHER-.”
He would’ve covered his mouth if he could.
“Oh IS HE?” Bowser looked thrilled.
“NO I- I DIDN’T MEAN THAT-“
“Oooh but you said it.. so he’s your brother, hm? Well tell me then, is he as ticklish as you?” he chuckled, gently scratching a claw under Luigi’s chin.
“I-hehehe-! S-stop! I’m not t-telling you thahahat, you freak.-“
“Freak?!” Bowser looked pissed.
Luigi suddenly became scared again.
“Well, yeah I am kinda freaky,~” Bowser waggled his eyebrows.
“Ew! Stop it, you weirdo!” Luigi involuntarily blushed, but kicked Bowser’s shin which didn’t even phase him.
“Hey! No kicking! And, you call me a weirdo, but somehow this is what’s making you blush.”
Luigi couldn’t even argue because Bowser was unfortunately correct.
The Koopa King grinned mischievously before suddenly lowering his head again.
Luigi recognized the look instantly.
“Oh no no no-!”
PPFFBBBBBBT.
The raspberry against his stomach was so loud Luigi practically folded in half.
Bowser prevented this by easily holding his knees down.
Luigi never felt so restrained before, it made it tickle twenty times more.
“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO MOHOHORE!!” he began snorting repeatedly, unable to stop.
Bowser laughed harder at that reaction than anything else so far.
“That is the funniest sound I’ve ever heard.”
Luigi was laughing too hard to form words anymore, reduced to helpless wheezing giggles as Bowser alternated between raspberries and scribbling claws over his stomach and sides.
Finally, after another minute of relentless tickling, Bowser stopped.
Luigi slumped against the chair panting, hair a mess, face burning red.
Bowser crouched in front of him smugly, “ready to talk more?”
Luigi glared weakly.
“…Still… don’t know… where Mario is.”
Bowser stared at him for a beat then he sighed dramatically.
“You know, usually this part of kidnapping is way less fun.”
Luigi snorted tiredly despite himself.
Bowser pointed immediately, “see? You like me.”
“I absolutely do not.”
“Mmhm.”
“You tied me to a chair and tickled me for twenty minutes!”
Bowser considered this, “and yet you’re still smiling and blushing.”
Luigi froze.
Bowser grinned triumphantly.
“…I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
“…Maybe a little.”
“Well… since you still don’t wanna say anything..” Bowser dramatically huffed, though he grinned genuinely.
Luigi blushed more, feeling butterflies in his stomach.
Bowser grabbed hold of Luigi’s ankles, taking his shoes off in one swoop.
Luigi didn’t even protest.. he only giggled in anticipation. He’d tried to hide it this whole time, but goddamnit did he like this..
He loved being tickled, but the fear of Bowser made his brain confused since he liked what was happening but scared of the person- er- creature? doing it. Now he was too worn out to care..
“No protests? Hm.. I think I may have broken the poor guy..” Bowser chuckled to himself.
His claws descended onto Luigi’s helpless feet, relishing in the squeal that came from behind him. Something else he noticed was that he was barely pulling his feet back..
Oh.. they were gonna be there for a long while..
