“H-- Hey! Get your scaly hands off me!” I kicked and yelled at the strange turtle-like beings holding me prisoner, but they far outnumbered me. Alas, even if they did not, I didn’t feel very confident in my strength.

It was only yesterday that I’d been relaxing in a bath after a hard day at the office – my first full day in my new apartment in Brooklyn – when suddenly something pulled me under. I fought against it, but the water was too deep; it didn’t take very long at all for me to pass out from a lack of oxygen. When I came to, I was here in this strange land. Completely nude and still soaking wet, I very quickly realized that I was no longer human. My skin was a kind of pale green, or maybe even yellow, and every bit of hair – every bit, except for a small tuft on top of my head – had fallen out, leaving me even more exposed than I was used to. What replaced my skin held a soft sheen, and indeed there were very faint scales if I looked hard enough.

When I’d managed to stand, a few new problems made themselves known. First, either I was shorter than I used to be, or this world was that much bigger. Second, my center of gravity had shifted, likely due to the admittedly rather girthy-looking shell that had formed around my midsection; I reasoned to myself that I probably looked like a weird turtle, standing like this. Testing momentarily, I discovered that this shell was quite firm in the back, but soft in the front, almost like I’d just developed too much of a gut. Finally, I made the realization that, while my skeletal structure still seemed to support my standing on two limbs, those two limbs were completely unfit for said stance; within seconds, I had to sit down, my legs quaking from weakness. I wasn’t going to be able to move very quickly like this, I realized; I’d need to either strengthen up or find an alternative means of transportation.

It was about that time that I heard the footsteps that let me know I wasn’t alone in this world. Not wanting to be seen in my present state, I hid inside what looked like a bush bearing apples, behind a large green pipe. When I winced in preparation, expecting the branches to hurt my eyes, I realized there was something I hadn’t noticed; I was wearing a pair of goggles. Of course, at the time that was about the last thing on my mind; far more important was the fact that I was in some turtle-thing’s birthday suit and there were voices approaching rapidly.

As I watched, a pair of similar-looking turtle creatures approached. They kinda looked like me, but were far slimmer overall; their skin was much more yellow, and their shells seemed less attached to their forms than my own. Indeed, they almost seemed clothed by comparison. No goggles adorned their faces, and no hair graced their heads. What I couldn’t help but notice, however, was that they were both sporting erections in their shell. Don’t ask me why I looked; I’m really pretty straight.

The pair seemed to be patrolling the area, keeping each other company as they scanned the horizon for whatever they might be seeking. I made out a few words here and there, not knowing if I’d be able to recognize their language initially; something about a plumber, and I think there was mention of a Toadstool. There was one word in the mix that seemed to reverberate in my ears: “King.” I shivered a little as I recognized the word, something in me responding to it strangely, making me feel warm and tingly all over. The pair seemed to respond similarly, their members twitching visibly inside their shells at its utterance. Again, don’t ask me why I looked.

As I watched, I realized that I wasn’t the only one who had noticed the reaction; one of the two turned to the other and whispered in his ear, and to my surprise reached a stubby hand into one of the legholes of his companion’s shell, making the other blush a deep crimson. It didn’t take very long to find out what had been whispered – the propositioned turtle slipped its head into its shell, then began lifting it off from the bottom, leaving the carapace aside and his obvious arousal quite out in the open for the other to continue to molest. I let out a quiet gasp, immediately cupping my hands over my mouth – I wasn’t about to be discovered naked while watching two guys explore each other.

What I didn’t realize, however, is that I had already been discovered. A few seconds later, I felt something wrap around my ankle. Before I could react, I’d been lifted up out of the bush by my leg. I screamed in surprise, then screamed again as I looked to see what held me. From that large green pipe I was hiding behind, a monstrous plant had grown in what could have only been a few minutes. Its stems and vines a deep green, the tendril with which it had ensnared my leg was somewhat blunt and covered with nickel-sized nubs, almost like spikes. What truly frightened me, however, was the enormous gaping maw it was pulling me towards. Thick white lips surrounded a row of razor-sharp teeth, all of which only served to highlight the fact that the very center was most definitely throat-like in appearance.

Naturally, my shrieks of surprise and horror alerted the two other turtles to my presence. Not really making any sort of effort to cover himself up, the one that had been getting felt up grabbed his shell and chucked it at the plant’s “head.” This stunned the flower, and not a second later I fell on my head, the plant receding pretty much as quickly as I imagined it’d sprung up. Somewhat woozy from the fall, I could do little but watch as the pair approached my now obvious location. They seemed to size me up at first, though their eyes lingered a little uncomfortably long on my exposed groin.

“He’s a lakitu for sure, but how has he not received a blessing from our King?” There was that word again, fuzzy though it may have been; I could feel my face flush for just a brief moment as my eyes closed.

When I came to for the second time – well, that’s where we are now, me kicking and screaming as these creatures – Koopa Troopas, as strange as it must seem – dragged me before their Ki-- their ruler.

Just being within the walls of this massive castle, I could feel it. It was as though somewhere within these walls, something was radiating a strange sort of heat. As it sank in, my struggling weakened; I could feel myself getting almost drunk from it, my blood coursing through my body, my nethers tingling in anticipation of something I myself was beginning to worry. As we continued however, I found myself not really caring anymore that I was completely exposed to this growing crowd of entirely male Troopas.

Once the final doors opened, I knew. The scent of brimstone was mild compared to His, the warmth of the lava only barely rivaling the heat we all felt. In this massive room, where the faint red glow outlined hundreds of Troopas, Hammer Brothers, Goombas, and Buzzy Beetles, is where I knew His throne must sit. My genitals sprang to life in my lap, shaft achingly hard as I was carried through the throng towards its center.

“Sorry to disturb you, Your Gnarliness, but this Lakitu was found within Mushroom Kingdom.”

I was thrown forward onto my hands and knees, my nose stopping mere inches from a pair of huge, yellow-scaled feet. I cowered as my gaze rose, taking in every inch of the magnificent being in front of me. Even from the back, I could not deny His greatness. Though they were short, his legs were thick, built for holding up His massive frame. His wonderfully muscular tail swayed slowly from side to side as He listened to the Troopas’ tale, driving me crazy with its teasing. His shell was every bit as massive as the rest of Him, a brilliant healthy green and adorned with white spikes, overall just big enough to obscure His clearly bulging shoulders. Brilliant red hair flowed from His head like a mane, and just past that was a pair of white horns. Of course I knew who He was – He was my new King, my absolute. Bowser.

“You were right to bring him here.” Oh, the shivers through my body at His voice, as though every word was being spoken through a subwoofer on my crotch. “Everyone in my army must receive my blessing, after all.” And that was when He turned around.

Words cannot describe what I felt as I stared straight at His glorious erection. The heat radiating from it made me pant with desire, the bead of pre at its tip drawing my tongue out to lick my lips in want. His testicles bulged obscenely below, clearly weighty with His magnificent load. Before I could get the chance to do anything with His package however, he pulled back, bending forward. My eyes remained glued to His rod as it jutted lewdly below Him.

“New recruit, from where do you hail? Why have you not been before my court before?”

Like an expert angler, He drew my response out with His words. “B-- Brooklyn, sire... I did not know of Your Greatness...”

“Brooklyn? Isn’t that where those two plumbers came from?” He wasn’t asking me, because I did not answer Him. “Strange that you would take the form of one of ours. Well, no matter; your loins speak volumes about where you belong, little lakitu.”

“Yes, of course, sire...”

He stood back up, and once again I was nose-to-tip with His cock. “And where do you belong?”

“In your service, my King!” The word coming from my mouth triggered several of the nearest Troopas into orgasm, their forms collapsing to the floor as their bodies pumped their seed beneath them. I myself could not cum from it, I knew; I had not received His blessing.

“Good boy.” Ohh, I could have climaxed right there; words of praise from His Raunchiness! “Now, kiss my tip; receive my blessing.”

I leaned forward my body no longer my own to command; everything was His now. My lips puckered, and I gave his ragingly-hard glans a deep, sensuous kiss. The taste of his pre on my tongue was heavenly; I would have jumped off a cliff to experience the flavor again, but it was water compared to what came next. The King Koopa grunted, and without further warning my mouth was flooded with the most intensely masculine fluid I could have ever conceived. The moment that semen connected with my tongue, I lost it; my own rock-hard shaft twitched beneath me, firing round after round of my new lakitu seed shamelessly for all in attendance to see.

His first rope was too much for my small form to handle; I pulled off and immediately received my baptism in His precious fluid. The second rope was more than enough to coat my body, above and below, in magnificent Koopa spunk. Oh, how lucky I was, to be receiving such a font from the King of Nasty Himself! Indeed, the sheer sight of His glorious climactic essence sent the entire court into fits of ecstasy, every penis present erupting in orgasm.

Though I could sense their deep want, the Troopas who brought me in kept their distance, knowing His blessing was only meant for one at a time. This didn’t stop them from taking in the intense scent of the stuff, however, the looks on their faces a mask of absolute drunkenness. As His release slowly waned, the King spoke once more.

“Lakitu, with my blessing, your loins will remain at attention as a member of the Koopa Troop. Bear them with pride as one of mine.”

I stood before him, giddy with arousal. “Yes, sire!”

“You are now dismissed.” He took a seat, His erection remaining as he said mine would. “Oh yes, Troopas?”

The two who had initially brought me in rushed to His audience. “Yes, your Ghastlyness?”

He waved an arm in dismissal. “Take him to the hangar. Lakitus are nothing without a cloud.”