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hey, ik you only rlly talk about scat and stuff, but if you’re interested, could you write an “x reader” scat fanfic or story or something? I see a lot of scat stories, but none of them are really that spicy or kinky, it’s mainly just the reader or character shitting and that’s it, but I want one where it’s actually like during sexy time and it’s on purpose if that makes sense?

It doesn’t have to be with a fem! Reader, but I would prefer if the reader at least had female parts… and maybe some scat pussy stuffing if it’s not too gross…

sorry if u don’t like doing fanfics, and I hope I haven’t bothered you in any way with this request.

I FINALLY WROTE A ONE SHOT!! So I took this and sort of ran with it lol I intended for it to be a xreader but then immediately got an idea and started writing in third person. But I hope you enjoy ! any and all Bowser + monster fuckers are always welcome here :)

BEFORE YOU READ: 18+ NSFW Bowser/Peach SMUT/SCAT FIC

CW: NONCON/DUBCON, s3x, bj, heavy/graphic scat, coprophagia mention, bondage, kidnapping, scatfucking, v@gin@l scat

Despite the thick pools of magma bubbling out of the dry cracks in the ground and in the moats surrounding the major components of the castle, the Koopa Kingdom was surprisingly cold. The castle itself was a desolate maze of dark stone walls only occasionally decorated by a haphazard portrait or kindergarten sculpture of the king himself. The heat of the lava didn’t seem to reach the hundreds of feet from the jagged cliffs in which Bowser’s castle overlooked. Peach shivered, her body confused by the cold gripe of the still castle air and the searing heat of Bowser’s heavy body resting atop her own.

She was chained to the bed, limbs spread at awkward, vulnerable angles that splayed her out like a star over the mattress; the only comfortable part of the king’s entire set-up. The king himself was laying nearly fully on top of her, desperately rutting his hips against her doughy inner thigh.

This was not exactly what Peach was expecting upon allowing herself to be ‘kidnapped’ from her castle. She could have easily denied Bowser’s incessant orders and destroyed his entire ship and crew, however, she had a duty to pacifism as a leader to the Toads and as secondary heir to the galaxy, so she went peacefully and with full faith in those silly humans that swore to protect her and her land. If she had known she would end up naked and strung out to the king’s bed as he humped her leg like an overgrown chihuahua she might have reconsidered her position.

The king’s bulge was very present as it began to peek out from between his legs, nestled perpendicular to his tail between his meaty thighs. It dragged along her inner leg as he grinded himself against her, letting out crisp gasps that scorched the air with flame. Meaty, scaled arms fell to either sides of her face, cornering her against the bed–as if she could get away anyway–and she was crushed against the mattress as his chest met hers, and he gradually mounted her. A thick claw curled around a strand of her hair, his throbbing bulge finally sliding up and tapping against the soft pink lips of her pussy. She squealed a little, shivering at the contact as well as the hot, musky turtle breath that gushed down the side of her neck when Bowser chuckled at her reaction.

“Oh, Princess… finally mine.” He growled mere inches from her ear, his breath still pooling down her collar. His voice was low, and close enough to reverberate in her chest. He bucked his hips, his thick cock poking against her tender flesh again, and he gently prodded at her entrance. She wasn’t nearly slick enough for him to fuck her yet, but they could both tell he was getting impatient. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment…” Though his words echoed through his tight erection, there was a hint of malice in it that made the princess afraid. She could have beaten him earlier, she could have avoided all this–but instead she gave up, and now she was completely defenseless; unsure if she would even want Mario or his jovial brother to step in and witness this scene.

Bowser dragged his cock up and down along the outside of the princess’ clit, relishing every involuntary twitch of pleasure from the woman bondaged below him, and how she fought valiantly to keep her face in a pointed scowl despite the pull of ecstasy on her lips and behind her eyes. She wanted to be revolted; she should be. The galaxy’s biggest loser had staged a coup so that he could manhandle and tie her up on his disgusting bed and rub his stocky hard-on against her clit–yet here she was, daring to conceive of even enjoying it. His size was impressive, though understandable for his physical proportions–nothing about this was as she could have ever imagined it. His cock dipped down towards her tight hole, only to slide back up again, and a droplet of gooey slick dripped down the lip of her labia. Bowser’s cock hungrily dipped into her arousal like it was ranch on a chicken wing, his tip finally poking inside of her. He bucked his hips, dipping back down to press deeper inside, and his mouth met her ear again, a jagged canine tooth nicking her earring.

“You have no idea how badly I want you…” Meaty claws came down to grasp at her hips, securing her even further in place as he lubed up his cock with her pooling slick. It slid down into her again, pushing even further this time, fully separating her doughy thighs around himself as he forced himself inside. Her walls clenched, squeezing the tip of his cock as he pulled back out, and they both let out a squeal. “Fuck, you’re so tight…” Peach didn’t have the heart nor the voice to tell him that she was a virgin, especially not when his tip hammered directly back into her, pushing even harder. Her walls constricted again, squeezing him back out, and he growled. The claws pinning her down by the waist and arm dug deeper into her skin, nearly deep enough to cut, and Peach flinched. “Just relax, princess.. I’m not gonna hurt you…” He readjusted her waist so it was bent up, giving him easier access to ram against her entrance again. “I’m gonna make you feel so good..” He growled into her ear again, nestling his cock directly in line to push inside of her, and rutting his hips again. His tip slipped in, and he gradually pushed the rest of his meaty cock inside of her, grunting and rutting his hips more violently when he felt her pussy clench and fight him. “Relax… don’t fight it..” By the time half of him was buried inside of her, her walls clenched, constricting around his fat dick like a cobra, and both of them let out a strangled groan of pleasure, Bowser’s twinged in flame. His mouth met her ear again, breath burning her neck and clouding her face with a twinge of smoke from his nostrils. “Relax…” She felt herself tremble around him, her walls clenching again as they were stretched out, and more gooey strings of slick dribbling out of her, coating her pussy lips and mixing with the pre-cum streaking Bowser’s scales. With the give in friction, Bowser’s rutting turned into full thrusting, his fat cock finally slipping in and out of her with ease and a sticky noise, stretching her hole out to its absolute max.

The princess let out a loud, wretched moan as the king’s cock split open her thighs, and he huffed a low laugh, gripping her hips even tighter.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” Peach couldn’t bring herself to speak, instead just giving a meek, pleased sound low in her throat, closing her eyes. The pleasure she was feeling was very unfortunately real, but the fact that it was Bowser doing it to her was ruining any prospect of pleasure she could possibly syphon from this. She tried to imagine someone else was fucking her, but the heat from his heavy body paired with the ribbed edges of the scale-pattern on his cock–let alone the sheer size of the member–was undeniable.

Spurts of flame and smoke billowed out of his nose as he nailed his hips against her repeatedly, his grunts overtaking the wet squelching sounds of his slick-covered cock sliding in and out of her tight pussy. He picked up his pace, letting out low moans against her neck. “Ohh, princess.. Mine… my Peaches…” His words broke into desperate whimpers, his thrusts speeding up, and for a moment Peach thought the king was already about to cum.

“I’m not yours.” Her voice finally came through; just as sharp and commanding as she had intended. Bowser’s desperate rutting came to a sudden halt. Then, he sank himself deep into her, pushing as far down as he could go; ignoring her squeals of pain and pleasure until the base of his cock was snugly nestled against her pelvis, spiky, fiery red fur tangled into the curly, blonde, heart-shaped matt pointing down to her gooey camel toe.

Peach felt like she was being split open; her cervix definitely bruising as it was crushed against the heavy weight of King Koopa cock stuffing itself inside her, his smoke clouding her face. Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to look up at him.

“I’ll never be yours.” If she wasn’t currently being sawed in half by a burned-out Godzilla knockoff she would have spat in his face, just to further prove the point, but her words seemed to stir him enough. The king growled, sliding himself out of her as sensually as possible and dragging his slippery cock down her clit. Her walls clenched around him as he pulled out, and she gasped in relief as her pelvis could finally relax when the hefty weight was lifted. Thick, slippery arousal dripped off the sides of the Bowser’s dick, and as soon as it popped out of her hole he slipped his chunky hand over his ribbed tip, giving it a few long strokes as he stood up off of her.

“You already are~.. I have you… you’re mine.” The heavy metal shackles clinked around Peach’s limbs, pulling her tight to the bed. Bowser stood over her, his eyes roaming over her nude body in its intimate position. “Do you think you’re better than me?? You think that you’re out of my league–what, because you’re a princess!? I’m a king! The fearsome and terrible ruler of the Koopa Kingdom!!” The king’s tail flicked upwards, curling at an awkward angle that Peach hadn’t seen it at before, and he slowly spun around so his back was facing her. “I’m gonna show you what you are to me…” As Peach opened her mouth to offer a retort or buy some time before Bowser did whatever he planned to do, the Koopa’s stance widened, feet turned out, and he squatted over Peach’s face, his tail still hitched upwards, twitching back and forth slightly. His puffy, yellow asshole puckered, gaping open around a thick, hard turd nestled deep within him. A hot jet of stink puffed out into the princess’ face, uncomfortably warm against the cool air that once again enveloped her now that the huge boulder of heat had gone. Peach held her breath as the musky fart attacked her senses.

“What are you do–” She began to question him, but was silenced by another muggy fart rumbling out from between his fat asscheeks. His squat deepened, nearly smearing his juicy hole onto her face.

“Shut up!” He barked at her, and to her own surprise she actually did. “Be a good princess, open wide for your king.” His hole opened even wider around his monster-sized turd; wet, spluttering farts helping to force the dump along its way, and Peach screwed her mouth firmly shut. Bowser grunted, wiggling his chubby ass in front of her face as his unending barrage of messy farts slowly forced his fat log to turtlehead. “Ngghn… open your mouth, Peaches.” The princess didn’t dare to even breathe. Bowser would have forced her to open her mouth and swallow every last drop of his mess had he not gotten trapped in his low squat, bent over as his chunky turd dangled over her face.

Peach couldn’t believe this was happening; Bowser was squatted over her face, tail hitched, legs shaking, grunting as his puffy asshole cranked out this unbelievably thick turd that hung menacingly over her, swinging idly as gravity gently pulled it out of his asshole. He fucked her, and now he was going to shit on her?! Mushy, greasy farts bubbled out of the king’s strained hole, continuously restricting Peach’s ability to breathe. His grunts were loud and animalistic, nearly in pain as his hole flexed out more thick poop, dangling closer and closer to making contact with her skin.

It hit her like a rock; the hard, fat log broke off and slapped down onto her face; slapping her right across the mouth. It was nearly the size of Bowser’s forearm, stretching from her left shoulder all the way across to the other side of her clavicle, and with a creamy tail of mush where it broke off from the rest of his dump. She made no movement, and Bowser let out a satisfied groan of relief as the second glob of his chunky shit plopped down onto her face, balancing between the bridge of her nose and where the first turd lay.

His hole was still puckered, and Peach could distantly see the soft, jagged edges of another turd sitting deep inside him, though his tail fell back down. He looked back at her where she lay, a fat steamy log laying across her face, mouth still firmly closed. His tail hitched around a spluttering shart that sent a spurt of creamy shit blasting across her face, and he grunted dramatically.

“Do you know what happens when princesses disobey their king?” He asked simply. Peach felt the weight of his fat poop shift on her face with the slightest motion. She remained as still as possible. Bowser growled. “I told you to open your mouth.”

The weight of the load was lifted off of her face, and she opened her eyes again to see the king still standing before her, now holding the massive turd in his large claw–to which it almost looked to-scale with. Falling down to his knees, Bowser gently parted Peach’s thighs once more, lifting the log up to where his cock previously rested tucked tight inside her pussy. He poked it against the slick, pink flesh, earning the same jolt from the princess that he’d gotten with his cock. Not needing much more lubrication, he only swiped the load back and forth twice before pressing it snugly into her. She was looser now, and with the turd being only slightly thicker than the king’s own member, it slid in with little resistance; only a snug pull that made Peach squeal. Tears streamed down her face as she heaved for breath in between desperate, whiny, pornstar moans. She hated this–not the experience; but the fact that it was happening. Bowser had kidnapped her, fucked her, and now he was fucking her with the dump he just pushed out–and worst of all, it felt incredible. With the same girth and weight as his cock, the firm turd served as a dutiful dildo, leaving her even slicker as the slimy residue scraped off and smeared itself all over her insides. Bowser continued working the turd in and out of her sopping pussy, his actual cock throbbing in rhythm with the motion.

“Look at you.. You belong to me.” He growled as he twisted the turd deep inside of her, scraping along her G spot and breaking apart as he pulled it back out, only to shove it back in. Mushy poo gurgled, dribbling idly out of her used puss, and she screamed in pleasure. It was wrong, it was terrible and disgusting, but it felt so fucking good. A claw gripped at Peach’s jaw, holding her face directly to Bowser’s own. “Say it.” She groaned, her hole filling with soft pressure as he worked it in and out of her again. Even if she wanted to say it she didn’t think she’d be able to at the moment, her brain was pulsing with too much pleasure all at the same time. “Say it. You know what happens when you disobey..” To mark his point, he jammed the turd back up inside her pussy again, and Peach let out a yelp.

“I’m yours, I’m all yours..” She whimpered, so clouded in her pleasure that she barely registered the overbearing weight of the Koopa on top of her again, quickly jutting the fat log in and out of her, practically sitting on her lap. His tail hitched again, and just as he continued fucking her with his poop, Bowser’s hole puckered open again with a loud, wet hiss, squirting out a wet stream of thick, chunky, curry-like diarrhea down Peach’s naked lap, completely coating her pussy and Bowser’s own claw where he gripped onto his Koopa-made dildo. The feeling of the consistent pressure of the king’s thick turd sliding in and out of her fat pussy combined with the warm, mushy slop pouring over the rest of her clit with a wet, sloppy fart was enough to send Peach over the edge; and she gasped, head falling back and eyes rolling into the back of her head as she gasped and twitched, a thick puddle of her slick spurting out and mixing with the runny poop filling her up, creating a soup of ass and pussy juices that gurgled out as she gave gentle pushes.

Bowser continued fucking her until her twitches became torpid, and she relaxed back completely against the bed, still restrained in the same star-fished position. Her stomach, ass, and pussy were absolutely gushing with runny shit, and the thick turd that had filled her up had degraded into a pile of slop dripping out of the king’s tight clutches. She looked absolutely exhausted as he finally pulled out of her; panting and sweating and lost in her post-orgasm daze. Bowser gave her a moment before wiping his messy asshole off with an equally messy claw, and stood again to face her. His cock was standing at full attention; rock-solid and throbbing visibly, and he pressed it to her pink, nimble lips.

“Do you want to make the King cum?” He asked it as if he were offering her a rare delicacy, but Peach sat up nonetheless; cringing at the way the mushy poop squelched as it leaked out of her gaping pussy, and obediently leaning towards where the Koopa’s dick hung down in front of her waiting lips. She gave a tentative nod, and Bowser took the same claw that he had smeared with his runny shit to lift his cock to her mouth. “Open your mouth.” Her compliance came without question this time; lips popping open with a wet smack and clamping down around the base of his ribbed cock. The animalistic growl that came from him next could only be described as a primal lust. His clean claw reached out, curling his talons into fluffy, golden locks and pressing her down until the back of her throat hit the broad tip of his cock. She gasped, gagged, and spit pooled from her plump, rosy lips onto the bridge of his member, pooling in the ridges between his bulging veins.

The blowjob didn’t last nearly as long as Peach had expected based on Bowser’s performance so far; he seemed extra sensitive about his tip and would even spurt a bit of flame from his nostrils upon the perfect stroke up the bottom of its head, and he came with surprising nonchalance. With a loud groan, a flick of his tail, and a thick spurt of salty magma into Peach’s mouth that she swallowed before she could have a second though, the Koopa King crashed back down onto his captive, both of them now completely soaked in shit and cum, fucked out, and utterly spent after their… adventurous day together. As the two of them lay there, somewhat flopped on top of one another, Bowser reached out his clean claw, taking Peach’s nimble hand with unmatched gentleness; she didn’t flinch, nor pull away.

“What are you?” Peach thought for a long moment. Her thumb twitched across Bowser’s scaled claw for a moment before she replied,

“I’m yours.”

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