The doors closed behind us, and I felt just enough consciousness return to me to be aware of my surroundings again. The first thing I noticed was that I was still heavily aroused, my blood coursing throughout my body even as the two Troopas helped me – yes, they were helping me move now, not just dragging me – in the direction of-- wait, what had He told them? The hangar? Right, something about a cloud. I was having a lot of difficulty thinking still, but each step seemed to clear my head just a little. I could remember something about a blessing, a ritual that had involved Bowser for some reason... My eyes snapped open as though I was waking up from a dream, and I looked down – sure enough, I was definitely still a lakitu, but for some reason, I was completely dry save for a small rivulet of pre running down the underside of my erection. I remembered being blasted by His seed, completely coated even! I screwed my eyes shut, trying desperately to remember what had happened.

His magnificent length had just erupted all over my form, leaving me slathered in Koopa spunk. I had fallen backwards, sitting on my heals as I looked up to Him in admiration. I remembered him telling me about his blessing, and then ordering that I be taken to that hangar. But what was I doing while he was telling me this? I remembered...

I opened my eyes and looked down at my hands. The Troopas tried to pull me along, but I pulled free of their admittedly light grip and collapsed to the floor, bringing my hands to my face. The first thing I had done was use these hands to wipe the goo from my goggles so I could again see His form as He addressed me. It was the scent of it, though, the smell of that wonderful musk reminding me of its taste... I couldn’t help myself at that point. I licked my hands clean, then proceeded to consume the rest of His blessing, licking its savory goodness from every inch of my body before kneeling down to do the same with the floor...

“Whoa, whoa!” Snapping back to reality, the two Troopas were again grabbing my arms; I struggled at first, but as the full reality of the situation dawned on me, I stopped – there was pre on my fingers. I’d been pleasuring myself while fantasizing about what had just happened.

“Oh my, I-- I don’t know what came over me... I’m sorry you had to see that...”

The pair laughed. “Like we haven’t seen it a million times before. It’s pretty common for those who just received His blessing to lapse like that.”

I looked up at them, confused and still quite randy. “I-- I don’t understand then; why did you stop me?”

They looked at each other, a knowing twitch in each of their lengths. “He does not allow sexual contact in these halls, unless He has ordered it specifically.”

“O-- Oh...” I looked down in shame. “Well, thanks then.” We continued on our way to the hangar, my mind again clearing with each step.

“Umm, say...” I really wanted to break the tension, and questions were starting to pour into my head, almost like how His essence poured out all ov-- no no, must stop that. “I, uhh... I noticed in that crowd out there, there wasn’t, umm...” I didn’t really know how to breach the subject. “It’s weird, really; I-- I knew there weren’t any, um...”

“Females?”

I blushed a little, again looking down at myself in shame. “Err, yeah; I mean, I definitely used to be... do you guys know what ‘straight’ even is?”

The one who’d filled in the blank smirked. “We’re aware. The K-- King is actually pansexual; he’s actually attracted to all of us Koopas, if his kids are any proof.”

“Kids? Wait, that means that females actually exist? Are any Koopas straight?”

The other cocked an eyebrow. “What, aren’t you?”

I blushed hotly, biting my lip. “Err, well, that-- I mean, I-- I don’t--”

They both started laughing. “Fuck, I can’t believe you led him on like that!”

“I know, I know!” He looked back at me. “Sorry bud; it’s just a joke. There are straight Koopas – the females. All the males are gay, except for the K-- King.” We all stopped to try and calm ourselves down for a moment. “See, it’s in our nature to be absolutely obedient for Him; instinctively, deep down, we all crave His Koopa co-- cock...” We had to stop again, all three of us panting a little. “S-- Sorry, but you asked... Aaanyway, as a result, it’s sort of like projection; other males, to either gender, resemble Him in that one regard, so attraction naturally follows.”

I nodded, my blush much more one of desire than of embarrassment at this point. “But then, what of procreation? Surely there must be some genuine vaginal intercourse going on.” My head was still hanging, but at this point I was definitely staring at the other guys’ erections.

“Well sure, but think about it – it is to His benefit to have more troops whenever possible, and in that regard, those troops must be their peak physical condition. He can selectively breed; by His order, whoever He wants mated can and absolutely will do so, usually right in front of Him. This... oh cripes, I don’t know if I can continue like this.” Indeed, his length was drooling quite a bit.

“This usually gets those involved blessed by Him as well.” The other picked up almost seamlessly. “All in all, everything encourages us to work hard for His Snarliness.”

I nodded, trying not to think of was had really only transpired a few minutes ago. I wasn’t succeeding. “Guh, I-- I see... Uhh, actually, th-- there was another question, related to that somewhat – I, umm... I mean, I barely touched... touched His...” I trailed off, my gaze drifting as I completely lost concentration again. The pair shook me out of it.

“You’re asking about His quick release?” The one who was still functionally aware nodded. “He doesn’t have a hair trigger, believe me. I’ve witnessed His sexual prowess in a non-blessing scenario; it’s... a lovely sight...” He shook his head. “But, uhh, yeah, He is fully capable of lasting for hours even, if He wanted to; however, His umm... His virility is...” He stopped, panting rather harshly, and placed his free hand on his head. “Fuck... sorry...”

I looked back and forth between our three needy, dripping lengths, staring hungrily, my tongue lolling out as my eyes lidded. At this rate, we weren’t going to make it. “G-- Guys, tell you what: Let’s... let’s get to-- to the hangar, and... and I’ll...” I swallowed back my saliva, licking my lips. “I’ll take us elsewhere...”

That was more than enough motivation. All talking ceased, the pair hefting me back over their shoulders, their straining lengths swaying back and forth as they ran down the corridor, spreading their pre in a small arc across the floor with each step. It didn’t take very long at all after that, really, all three of our minds completely focused on our King’s glorious, throbbing, dribbling maleness and how He needed us to do this.

The hangar was a very large room at the edge of the castle. As He had indicated, there were indeed plenty of clouds lined up; however, one thing I hadn’t even considered was also there in abundance – other lakitus.  And as my eyes darted around to every crotch in sight, I noticed a few were even female; however, as the two Troopas now heaving me into a cloud had indicated earlier, I was most definitely more interested in the cocks I saw. Every last one of them was erect, just like before; I hadn’t honestly expected otherwise, but what little was left of my formerly-human rationale did think it unusual that there wasn’t a single even slightly-flaccid length.

The pair of Troopas quite unceremoniously dumped me in the nearest cloud, bringing me back to our current situation. I sat up and looked down, suddenly feeling almost like I belonged in this world for the first time since I’d arrived. It felt so natural, so correct. Barely thinking, I grabbed onto the two Troopas, heaved them in, and took off, blazing out the hangar doors as swiftly as I possibly could.

The moment we were outside, my hand was on my cock, as were theirs. All three of us began stroking vigorously, so absolutely worked up we had to get off as soon as possible. My eyes, however, continued to linger on their crotches, and I could feel theirs on mine. We needed more than manual stimulation, I knew – at that moment, we needed each other.

My mind barely on-board with my body, I bent over and engulfed the cock to my left in my maw, immediately drawing a vacuum as I lowered the cloud safely to the ground. The Troopa it was attached to stopped touching himself, crying out in surprise and lust. Without wasting a second, I hiked my ass into the air, lifting what little tail I had, and wiggled desperately, my shaft dribbling all over the inside of the vehicle. The other Troopa needed no further enticement, standing up and steadying himself with his hands on my hips; he ground against my cleft several times, his maw hanging open as his pre smeared more than enough to lube me up before lining himself up and driving his shaft right in.

I clenched my eyes and cried out around the member drooling against my tongue, a shrinking part of me wondering why I was doing this; I’d never had anything in my rear before, but in that instant I just knew I needed it. His forceful thrust was far more than I’d expected, but my ass stretched to take it all in. As he pulled back, the sudden emptiness – not to mention a lack of pressure in a spot I hadn’t even noticed while he was in all the way – made me want it that much more.

The second drive was every bit as forceful, but I concentrated my attention on that spot I’d felt before; completely caught by surprise again, my vocalization was much more lustful, a hungry moan escaping my lips as tears gathered in my eyes. I bobbed on the koopa cock in front of me, my arms wrapping around his hips to hold myself steady even as his own hands pressed me down harder against his aching shaft, my tongue slurping up every ounce of fluid it could find along it.

I cried out a third time as the one behind me shoved himself in once again, my eyes shooting open from the intense new sensations I was experiencing back there; I felt him lean forward against my back, then felt a much more familiar touch – he’d wrapped his hand around my cock and was tugging at it even as he drew back for another push.

My head was swimming with pleasure and desire, the tastes and touches and smells and sounds all, every last bit of everything in that instant pushing my libido to full and past. The pre in my throat wasn’t nearly as strong as His, but the taste was there; the cock wasn’t nearly as warm or virile, but it was most certainly something of both. That stiff length deep in my backside certainly wasn’t helping, that little nub of pleasure having blossomed into a wonderful fountain of lust, sending spikes of ecstasy throughout my body with each drive against it. I almost didn’t care about that scaled hand on my own twitching member, my body entirely devoted to driving itself back and forth between the two males spit-roasting me.

Finally, after what had felt simultaneously like the longest and shortest times I’d ever experienced, I felt that familiar pressure building right in front of that hot button in my rear. I looked up, and the expression on the Troopa in front of me told me he was feeling it as well. I clenched, the Troopa behind yelping before again thrusting hard against my ass, his balls lewdly slapping into my own. We were all three about to blow, but I wanted to hold back, to let this wonderful feeling last as long as it could.

The one in front was first, his fingers digging into my scalp as he thrust up into my maw, his cock pulsing before firing its load deep into my throat; the initial blast almost gagged me, but my body was prepared after His blessing, taking the rope in stride. I was next, unable to hold back any longer; my balls drew up – I could feel them against the ones behind me – and began depositing their load eagerly all over the floor of the cloud. Finally, the guy behind me grunted, making one last hump into my ass as his shaft lurched within me; I felt its warm, sticky seed shoot deep into me, a sensation so blissful I found myself rising onto my toes in anticipation of the next.

The three of us groaned and gyrated as our orgasms wracked our bodies, all our loads comparable – we each had just climaxed before our King mere minutes ago, after all – and all our lengths remaining as twitching erections even as our sexual high began to fade. As the final few dribbles of cum left my tip, I slumped forward against the Troopa still in my maw, who finally pulled out, his remnants smearing against my mouth and nose. The male behind me paused for a moment, catching his breath before slowly, almost agonizingly, pulling his stiff length from my depths, his seed following as it dripped down my taint.

We remained in this position for some time, each of us recovering from such an intense session; in this afterglow, I realized I was still amazed at how absolutely amazing it had all felt. Every bit of it – the cock-sucking, the ass-fucking, all of it – had left me wanting more, craving such sex again. My body knew, too, that this was practically nothing compared to what His would feel like; threatening to break my jaw, spreading my rear to its max, Bowser’s alluring genitals were still, deep down, truly what I most craved.

As I nuzzled the still-erect cock in front of me, I smiled, my own twitching in agreement – I was definitely going to like it here.