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The doors to King Bowser’s throne room slam open. An overjoyed Bowser Jr. comes hopping in towards his father, sat on his throne chair. “Dad! Dad!” Bowser Jr. shouts. “What is it, son?” Bowser observes the smile spread across cheek to cheek on Bowser Jr., “You seem very pleased,” Bowser says.

“I am! Because you won’t believe whose butt I kicked all by myself!” Bowser Jr. says to his dad before shouting to a couple of guards standing outside the throne room with a captive, “Hey, minions! Get that loser in here!” A couple of Koopa Troopas clad in silver armor drag in Mario with his hands, and feet chained together in cuffs. Mario displays an expression of anger.

Bowser’s eyes open wide as he sees the captured Mario dragged in. “Wow, son! You managed to beat Mario on your own!” Bowser cheers, “I’m very proud of you!” Bowser Jr. hops up, and down pumping his little fists in the air in excitement from his dad’s praise, “Yeah! I’m da’ best!”

Kammy overhears the conversation from outside the hallway of the castle, and comes flying into the throne room. “Actually, your awfulness! I helped him out with a spell that grew him to four times his size,” Kammy snorts in laughter, “without my spell he would have got his butt kicked!” Bowser Jr. holds his head, and feigns a headache while starting an argument with Kammy, “SHUT UP! I could have won without your help!” “Not likely, your smallness!” Kammy argues back.

“None the less!” Bowser interrupts the bickering between the two, “Mario is a captive of ours now, and that’s all that matters in the end.” Bowser smirks, “I know just what to do to this pathetic hero!” Bowser stands to his feet, “He’ll be my royal cushion!” Bowser Jr. cheers, and hops up, and down. “Yeah! Right where he belongs! Under daddy’s big butt!”

“I assume you want to do to him as you did his cowardly brother long ago,” Kammy says, “I’ll fetch you snacks.” Kammy flies off on her broom to the kitchen to gather munchies for the king. “Say, Mario,” Bowser directed himself towards the chained Mario, “Did your brother ever tell you want I did to him?” Bowser asks.

Mario shakes his head, an expression of anger still showing. Bowser chuckles in a menacing soft tone, “It’s why he hasn’t tried anything heroic around me since.” Bowser directs his attention towards the two guards still holding onto each arm of Mario, “Dismissed minions!”

The two armor cladded Koopa Troopas salute their king, and release their grip on Mario, leaving the throne room. “Now, son,” Bowser asks Bowser Jr., “do you remember how I dealt with that green brother of Mario’s?” Bowser Jr. nods, “Yep! You made him part of your throne chair!”

“Do the same to Mario for me,” Bowser roars out a dull laugh. Bowser Jr. cackles, and pulls off the cushion to the big throne chair. He picks up the chain bound Mario, and plops him into place where the cushion was. Bowser Jr. takes the cushion, and re-tears a hole with his little claws where it had clearly been sewn up once before. He places it over Mario’s head. Now the throne chair had Mario’s head poking straight up from the cushion with his body hidden below. “Good,” Bowser says. “Have fun with your new cushion, Dad!” Bowser Jr. cackles, and high fives Bowser before leaving the throne room. “Oh, I will,” Bowser smirks, and turns his backside to the throne chair trapped Mario.

Mario continues to express anger even while he looks up at Bowser’s looming fat butt cheeks. Suddenly, blackness overcomes Mario as Bowser’s once looming butt had swiftly sat down on him. Mario’s head had become wedged between the crack of Bowser’s large scaled butt cheeks. The rough texture of Bowser’s skin stung Mario as it rubbed against him during the seating.

Though, Mario found the stench of musk that he sucked up his nostrils with each inhale for oxygen to be worse than the rug like burn Bowser’s skin gave him earlier. Mario began breathing exclusively through his mouth instead to avoid smelling the strong musk, but then the taste of it brushed over his tongue, and he found it far worse in this manner. So he opted for the lesser evil, and began huffing in the musky air that surrounded him through his nostrils again.

“I’m sure it smells unpleasant under there,” Bowser smirks, “But this isn’t the whole reason for having you trapped between my dirty cheeks.” Bowser lets out a dull roar of a chuckle under his breath. “Kammy! Where are my snacks?” Bowser shouted out having become impatient now that Mario is all set up for his gassing.

Kammy returns with a roller tray filled with all kinds of food. Spaghetti, and meatballs, chili with beans, roast with veggies, and sweets like cobbler pie, doughnuts, and chocolate pudding.

Bowser claps, and rubs his claws together, “This all looks delicious as always, Kammy!”

“Thanks, your soon to be gassiness. Now allow me to leave. I do not want to be in the room for this.” Kammy flies out of the throne room on her broom, and using her powerful magic, slams the throne doors shut. Leaving King Bowser with his throne cushion, Mario.

After some time, Bowser finishes off the last of his food, and belches.

The sound echos around the throne room off of the walls. Bowser roars out laughter under his breath, “This throne room provides great reverberation. Here’s another example of that.”

Bowser clenches his claws against the arm rests of his throne chair, and rips a fart. The hot gassy wind blows Mario’s mustache, and hair about making it all frizz up. He squints his eyes as the gas begins to make him tear up.

The ripe digested scent of roast, and veggies encased with the scent of feces surrounded, and filled the trapped space between Bowser’s cheeks.

Mario began holding his breath. But couldn’t do so forever, and would soon have to sniff it all.

“Amazing, right?” Bowser says. Mario then felt one of the tyrant king’s cheek press against the side of his head. Bowser had leaned his weight to the side. “Here comes another one. Enjoy,” Bowser roared with laughter while his butt hole expanded open, and roared with a fart.

It rose, and fell in pitch, and stuttered for a moment before finishing. This one had a strong vinegar after smell to it that made Mario muffle a scream for the first time since he had became Bowser’s royal fart cushion. Mario had exhaled, and took in deep breaths of air to get oxygen, and the new fart smell, coupled with the old lingering one, sucked straight up his mouth causing him to taste it. He shut his mouth, but then breathed all of the gas stench up his flaring nostrils.

Not even a minute later, Bowser deeply roared a sigh, and ripped a third fart.
It softly squeezed out, and filled the space between Bowser’s butt cheeks with a salty sweet smell do to a combo of pie, and smoked ribs. Mario could feel the vibration of the gassy kings cheeks against his head during the flatulent release. His screams had an angry tone to them.

“Isn’t this delightful?” Bowser mocked a question to Mario knowing full well what the answer was. “Ah~ It’s delightful for me anyway.” Bowser smirked, and rubbed his claws in a circular motion against his full, and rumbling belly.

With a groan, the gassy king let another go. And another, and another. Three rancid farts exploded out of his widening hole only seconds apart from each other. The last one came out sloppy compared to the first two loud, but dry ones. The heat from all the farts had made the deep crack of Bowser’s immensely sweaty. It was all the sweat blowing against Mario that made the last fart so juicy.

Bowser cackled at Mario’s increasingly louder groans, and screams as big puffs of flatulence flowed through his nostrils. Bowser sniffed, and couldn’t smell any of his gas. It had all stayed contained between the cheeks of his fat butt, just as planned.

Half an hour passed, and gas was still flowing free. The smell of fried, and grilled meats, steamed veggies, sweets, and sauces became too much and Mario had passed out long ago, but the gassy king had no idea as he continued relieving his gas aches that all the food had brought him.

“I think I’ve just about exhausted all my gas,” Bowser said, but was then proven wrong as a thunderous blast vibrated under him. He patted his belly as the fart kept storming its’ way out. Afterwards, he patted his belly, and waited for a few minutes, but no more gas released. “Siiiigh... now to let Mario stew in my gassy filth,” Bowser smirked, “maybe I’ll even let him live.” The once gassy king leaned back in his throne chair continuing to suffocate Mario in farts, musk, and sweat. “Maybe.”