The Abductable Princess Pear (Patreon)

This was another fun one! I’ve dabbled in OC Mario princesses, but I was more into writing alts of the existing princesses. This was the first time I really zeroed in on the idea, combining it with an older idea of a princess who’s jealous and dying to get kidnapped cuz that’s her kink.

I think she really kicked off for me when the name came up. I did all I could to make her look unique while still just fitting the mold of every Mario princess as a whole, and making her quirky enough to stand out in the same way. Building up her kingdom and all was fun too, making her into just a super background and forgettable NPC that made her kind of crazy about it. My fiance made up the idea of her making all the Pear puns, and I think a lot of people I talked about her with clung to that too.

I definitely had a pause in the middle when I ran into the issue of how to write a sexless character in a sexy way. As fun as the gross creep girls can be, it’s a lot easier for an artist to depict them in a cutely sexy way than writing them wishing they could fuck. Pear’s need to be banged by a villain and having to compromise, or getting into sexy embarrassing situations. I sprinkled in a few other minor princesses along the way that may or may not get any use, but I was real pleased with the Applebotom joke.

I'll drop some art I got of her along the way before long, but definitely need to nab some sexier pics of her since I have some design for her done.

The Question Kingdom was in a lesser known corner of the map, built on a peninsula far to the south of the Mushroom Kingdom, Sarasaland, and the more traveled regions. While more isolated, its people lived comfortably thanks to a rich vein of minerals they mined for resources. Those that knew about them knew that they were the primary source of question-mark blocks that were used around the worlds.

The sturdy citizens happily worked under Princess Pear. She was lovely like any other princess in the land, with a dark complexion and pale green dress. She had long, dark green hair that curled around her waist with a stem-like curl poking out of the top. She had a curvy figure, wearing a tight, low-cut dress to compliment the full booty and plump, round tits of her appropriately pear-shaped body. She tended to live up to the usual formality of a princess, if slightly more desperate for attention than the others…

She was hosting a tea party with every royal she knew invited to attend. Many attended the gathering, with Pear showing to be a generous hostess. Light but tasty food, assorted cakes, and an assortment of fruity wines and teas. The noble ladies of other kingdoms enjoyed their stay, chatting amongst themselves and enjoying the view of the spacious palace.

“Peachy! Daisy! Good to see the pear of you having fun!” Princess Pear chimed happily.

She was making her rounds and had finally gotten around to her old penpals. They were often busy with their own adventures in the mainlands, but they kept in touch and had made the time to catch a warp pipe out to visit for the party.

“Hi, Pear. Thank you so much for having us,” Peach replied with a fond little wave.

“Yea, girl. How you been?!” Daisy asked, raising a fist for her to bump. Pear quickly obliged.

“Oh, you know me! The kingdom kind of takes care of itself while I’m… y’know. Tryin’ to get kidnapped by a big burly monsterman that’ll make one happy lady out of me!”

Peach and Daisy just nodded stiffly out of politeness. It was never subtle how frequently she fantasized about the kind of dangers they tried to avoid. Pear flashed a quick, giddy smile just to be able to mention it to someone.

“Riiiight. No luck with that?” Daisy asked before she sipped some of her tea.

“Oh man. Not at ALL! I’ve tried everything!”

---

About a month ago, Princess Pear was walking through her castle before bed. She walked out wearing a comfortable robe onto her balcony, admiring the moonlight casting over her kingdom. It was a lot of sturdy buildings of steel and stone with roads and minecart tracks running between them. She sighed and leaned on the railing as she looked up at the sky.

“Such a lovely night… and here I am all exposed and vulnerable for any kind of creature that might swoop down and abduct me to violate my sweet, sweet kidnap-ussy.”

Princess Pear waited a moment to see if she had tempted fate enough to trigger anything. She looked around, hopefully checking for kidnappers, monsters, aliens, genies or whatever random evildoers might be afoot.

When nothing happened, she grabbed her robe and flung it open, flashing and round brown orbs. She cupped and bounced them around at anything that might be watching.

“YEP! Feeling reaaaaally hot and kidnappable right now! Totally wouldn’t resist ANYthing that wanted to ravish me back at their lair~!”

Still nothing. Pear huffed and tied her robe back shut.

“Well you’re all no fun,” she sniffed before trotting back in. “If you need me, I’ll be walking out on the trails unguarded and wearing high heels tomorrow.”

---

“I still can’t believe how lucky you ladies are,” Pear sighed, rolling her eyes.

“I don’t know, Peary… I never had to try for it myself, and it’s never anything fun,” Peach said with a wince.

“Eh, I got caught once,” Daisy shrugged. “Doesn’t live up to the hype. But maybe you come on a little strong. Could that be it?”

“Well we are a strong kingdom!” Pear insisted proudly.

“If I’m going to be knocked up with hybrids from an evil beast, I should hope they’re able to handle a woman who knows what she wants without falling into dis-pear!”

“Yea, but bad guys might not like somebody so… thirsty?” Daisy offered delicately.

“I really think you should find a nice hero to settle down with anyway,” Peach added.

“OH my god. Totes. Luigi is so fuckin’ adorkable. Can’t underestimate the little guys, I tell ya. Total sweethearts.”

“But I don’t WANT a sweetheart! I want a big beefy beast with spikes or tentacles or something and a cock so big it’ll rip my-”

“Yo, what are we talkin’ about over here now?”

Mayor Pauline from New Donk City approached with a half-emptied wineglass in hand.

“Oh! Uh, Princess Pear here was sharing her taste in men…” Peach started to explain, though she was relieved from the change in topic judging by her blush.

“Ah. Let me tell ya, the big hairy types are fun for a fling but the schmucks ain’t worth keepin’... ‘sides, if you want a big fella, why not one of these brick shithouses? Refill, by the way.”

Pauline held out her glass as a passing server poured her more of the pear wine. Given that her kingdom was primarily working class miners and sailors who lived out in the isolated territory, the distant relatives of the Toads were two feet taller than most of the princesses and another half a body wide. Their thick, brownish-gray skin gave them a somewhat stoney look besides their floppy mushroom caps. The chunky chads of Toads were sometimes referred to as Choads.

The formally dressed big man smiled at the guests warmly before going on his way.

“Ugh. No way,” Pear groaned. “Getting fucked by my Choad servants? That ruins the whole dubcon, monsterphelia taboo from it. They’re way too subby for that. Watch this. Hey, Kako!”

“Yo, boss?!” the buff mushroom head called back. He whipped around fast enough that he slammed a shoulder into one of his coworkers. The brawny Choads barely budged from the dense impact, but traded a few quick and jovial shoulder punches.

“Okay okay. Pay attention, guys. Either of you want to bend me over a table and pound me in the other room?”

Peach almost spat out some of her tea.

“If ya want. Hell yea, boss!” the musclebound mushroom man agreed happily.

“Okay nevermind. SEE?!” Pear blurted to her guests.

“Where’s the excitement if I have to actually ask for it? I just need somebody to break and or sneak into my kingdom, whisk me away and ravish me while using me for their vague plans. Now that? As soon as they undid my shackles, THAT’S when I’d put a ring on it.”

Her girlfriends gave her variously troubled looks. Princess Pear sighed and folded her arms.

“I mean I don’t always say no…”

---

Earlier that week, the princess found her bedroom door opened. On the large, green, literally pear-shaped bed, she was handcuffed with her skirts flipped up to reveal she was bottomless beneath them. Her plump, tan-colored ass shook invitingly behind her. She had heard some trotting around the castle and wanted to be ready.

“Oh noooo~! I’m completely vulnerable! I hope some intruder doesn’t find me and have their way with me~! Why, I’d have to pay them a small fortune just to keep quiet about it!”

“Sup, boss!” one of the Chodes greeted instead.

“We totes got that intruder. The guys are stompin’ into goomba goop out back. You need anythin’?”

Pear gave an annoyed groan. Curse her surprisingly effective and beefy guards.

“That’s fine. Could you wreck my pussy for me while you’re here though?”

“For sure, boss!”

The oversized guard flexed his armor off. His muscles bulged hard enough to fling the bits of metal and leather off of him and break his clothes to shreds. He took and lifted Pear’s legs off the bed, slamming a hammer-hard dick into her pussy. Pear gasped sharply as she was lifted off the bed, her back bent like a bow in the strong mushroom man’s grip. The meaty dick ground around inside her, quickly hitting the base of her pelvis and crushing her clit there. The green-haired princess was absurdly sturdy herself, but even she had to let out a grunt at the rough and abrupt intrusion.

“Nghh… good enough for now,” she groaned as she gyrated her hips, bouncing her brown booty against the Chode’s hard abs.

The slab of a guard jackhammered into her pussy, until she was moaning in slowly growing intensity. She braced her hands on the bed and gasped a few deep breaths.

“You know I hate to ask,” she groaned, genuinely disliking that she had to request anything in bed.

“But can you at least pull my hair so that it feels like you’re actually being rough with me?”

“You got it, chief!”

The Chode got a large fistful of her fluffy green hair and pulled hard enough to sting at the roots. She bit her pink-painted lip and squeezed the sheets, trying to picture some hunky dragon man or buff devil using her for his pleasure. The chode pushed her face into the sheets and shook the bed with the force of his thrusting.

“Howzat, bro?”

Pear sighed at the bed-shaking sex. It was a start, anyway.

---

“Well… good thing you’ve got an outlet then,” Peach said with an optimistic smile.

Daisy pointed at Pear. “I’m telling you, girl: date a hero. Especially if he’s a tall and unlikely hero! All cute and awkward so you can just tease ‘em when he blushes at every little thing but he’s such a fuckin’ sweetheart…”

“Would you like my advice?” a lower woman’s voice offered.

The girls looked up and over as Rosalina approached them. She was easily a foot taller than any other princess at the party, her silvery blonde hair draped over one eye and her long, aqua green dress flowing around her levitating feet. The cosmic princess was always on a slightly different page than the rest, but she and they did their best to help her feel included.

“Absolutely, Rosie. What’ve you got? Some hot alien overlord to hook me up with?” Pear asked eagerly.

Rosalina shook her head. “My advice is to live for over a century, growing a level of understanding of the self and the universe so deep that the thought of mortal pleasures grows further and further from your concerns. I find it most helpful in keeping a level head.”

She sipped her tea among the bout of awkward silence.

“Thhhhanks, but that might be a little more cosmic horror-y than I was hoping,” Princess Pear admitted.

“A little more immediate and less something that would throw me into dis-pear. But if you had all that time, why didn’t you ever find somebody to hook up with?”

There was an adorable little peeping noise as a small star-shaped creature floated out of the collar of Rosalina’s dress. She smiled distantly and pet it with one large finger.

“I am quite busy being a mommy,” she explained simply.

Pear nodded. “And what an absolute mommy indeed! I wouldn’t complain if you tossed me over your space amazon shoulders, brought me aboard your ship and blasted my black hole for a while.”

“Noted,” Rosalina said without even blinking at the statement.

She was always weird, but Pear liked that about her. Rosalina loved spending time around her because Pear gave her someone to be weirder than herself in the room.

“Maybe we can fix you up at a ball or something! Princess Daffodil throws some big parties, so maybe she’ll have some uh… evil king or something?” Peach suggested.

Pear frowned and shrugged.

“I dunno…  do you think Princess Applebottom’s going to be attending?”

Pear shot a dirty look across the party to the pink-haired woman in a bright red dress. It hugged her figure tighter than most of the other princesses attending the party, in what even Pear felt like was a plea for attention. A huge, perky pair of ass cheeks were visibly sculpted by the clingy dress, and an open back came close to showing a hint of her crack. High heels pushed it even higher and an enticingly low cut to her top made her flirty nature obvious.

“Oh good lord. The fuckin’ ass on her, huh?” Mayor Pauline asked as she showed up sipping a cocktail.

“Right!? How am I gonna compete with that!? I’ve got a nice pear and all, but when she starts shaking that thing around, how am I supposed to get any attention?!” Pear blurted.

“Oh yea… remember when we did that thing at the clubhouse? She had those furry-ass boots on… the ENTIRE friggin’ clubhouse was lookin’ at her,” Pauline reminded them.

“At least be happy to know you’re not the most desperate princess out there lookin’ for love,” Daisy assured Pear, patting her on the shoulder.

“Or… whatever it is you call whatever you’re looking for.”

“Kidnapussy,” Pear repeated.

Rosalia patted her on the head.

“And perhaps stop saying that outloud.” Even she had noticed.

---

The party wrapped up and Princess Pear variously hugged and waved to her departing guests. She was tired from playing hostess, so she went back to her room and only masturbated for an hour or so with her industrial-strength vibrator. She ordered more fresh sheets before she passed out on them for the night.

Talking to her friends had given her a lot to think about. She checked in with a few of her Question Kingdom commanders before she went on her morning jog. There was little to do with the single-minded and industrious people of her land, so even their princess was no layabout. Pear had changed into her lime green running shorts and sports top, doing her best to look especially tempting in case anyone happened to see. She hoped to be found traveling with her minimal escort through the rocky terrain and perhaps whisked away by a terrible bug man or a handsome prince (who was secretly an evil wizard in disguise trying to steal her voice or something). Of course, the rugged mining town had little of the sort.

There was a soft sound at first, but it became clearer as her stomped down path drew closer. It was a rugged barking sound, joined by the jerky clanking of chains. Not many creatures lived out in the mined out kingdom, but she knew about the few that could be found. She wandered off the path, her pair of goonish guards behind her as she peered behind a rock. There was a Chain Chomp stuck to the ground, chained to a stake as they did so strangely often. The best theory she had heard was that it was something to do with their nesting rituals, with the fully grown ones breaking loose when they were fully matured.

“Watch your ass, boss. That things got some chompers,” her redundant bodyguard warned.

Princess Pear rolled her eyes.

“I know that, Lugga,” Pear sighed with a roll of her eyes.

She wandered closer to the creature; just a black marble with a gawking, fang-filled mouth snapping in every direction it could. Its big, wide eyes stared unblinking into the rocky terrain in its constantly berserk state. Harmless on its own, so long as you knew to watch your step. Pear squatted down, leaning on her knees as the chomp went absolutely wild at the sight of her. It bit at everything around it for no reason at all, so having an actual target had it frothing. If it had any intelligence at all, it wasn’t apparent since it only ever seemed to bite and lunge. A monster to be sure, if not the kind that Pear was looking for.

Unless…

“Hey, little… guy, I wanna say? What’re you up to there?” she asked sweetly.

Pear held out a hand and wiggled her fingers just within its reach. The chomp instantly gawked its mouth open and snapped its fangs shut around her forearm. It clamped closed with a metallic clang and Princess Pear didn’t even flinch. She just flexed her muscles right before it could bite down, swelling her arm up to nearly twice its size. The pressure stung a little, but some Question Kingdom thick skin and muscle, no matter how royal, was tough enough that the fangs couldn’t even break her skin. The chomp still growled and twisted its head around in a failing effort to stubbornly rip her arm off. It probably would have worked on a traveler from another kingdom, or at least made them use one of their 1-Ups.

“Well aren’t you feisty~! And quite the mouth on you…” Pear chimed, a wicked gleam crossing her eyes. She waved over to her guards.

“Would you boys mind giving us a moment alone?”

“Uh… but we’re your guards,” Lugga reminded her, furrowing his thick brow like he had trouble remembering that one fact.

“Yes, I know,” she sighed. “Just stand on the other side of the rock and I promise I won’t get kidnapped.”

“OH! Okay! As long as ya promise, Princess Boss.”

The brawny mushrooms tromped back out of sight as Princess Pear got to work. She yanked the beartrap of a jaw open with her free hand using minimal effort. She wiped some of the drool off her arm before pausing and giving it a sniff. She shivered at the musky, wild smell and sucked some of it off her fingertips with another perverse little shudder. The green-haired beauty hurried to pull down her shorts and step closer to it with a seductive stride. She couldn’t find an evil overlord or kidnappy king, but a random minion of a monster might be the best she found for a while.

“Oh my my! I hope a wild little thing doesn’t just lunge at me~,” she monologued to nobody in particular.

She made sure to stoop down and spread her legs so that the chomp had an easy pick of its targets. Its cannonball of a face launched itself between her thighs and clamped down on her pussy with all its might. It still couldn’t break her skin but its stiff, spikey teeth scraped against her womanhood. Pear took a sharp breath before letting a quivering sigh back out, grabbing the back of its spherical, gnawing head.

“Ohhhh god! Good… good boyYEEEE~!!”

The gnashing only grew more intense as the chain chomp tried to burrow through her by any means it could. Its fangs scratched rather than piercing even her softest flesh, but the roughness made her eyes roll back and her mouth hang open. It had that hint of danger that was close to what she was after, even if it came from a barely intelligent orb of metal and teeth. Her hands rubbed over her barely dressed body, trying to spread out and comprehend the shocking pleasure of being eaten out in such a literal sense.

“MMF! Such a good little beast! You’d tie mommy up in a castle if you could, now wouldn’t you?” she moaned.

The chomp just gnashed its fangs around and against her pussy, spraying drool and her own aroused juices about to make a slippery mess of her thighs.

Pear gripped its chain and pulled, drawing it in closer and at a better angle. Its fangs started to mash automatically around her clit, making her entire body tense and shake. Her thighs clamped around the spherical mauler to hold it in place as it rapidly pinched around her sweet spot, making her mouth and pussy drool with mind-numbing pleasure.

“Uh huh… uh huh… just like that~!” Princess Pear panted as she slid her top up over her tits.

She grabbed one of her bared boobs and started kneading it, her dense muscles swelling as she shocked herself with the firm treatment of her hardened nipples. She tilted the ravenous beast around like it was just another of her sex toys, tensed with anticipation of the steadily building pleasure. The chomp seemed completely ignorant of her own needs as it kept failing to devour her. Pear’s arm bulged as her own primal urges peaked, snapping the chain off from its post and letting the chomp thrust as hard into her as it could. Even when she screamed with pleasure, arching her back and squirting all over its smooth metallic face, the chomp kept snapping away at her pussy. She leaned her hands on its head and let out huge, huffing breaths as she shut her eyes through the biggest orgasm she could recall having. They had purposefully designed vibrators for this kind of pleasure that failed to get her off so intensely.

“RARK RARK!”

The chain chomp kept thrashing about between her legs, chewing on her thighs and crotch. Pear finally came down from her orgasm enough to give a melodic sigh. She palmed his head, giggling at the extra pulses of arousal cutting through her overworked pussy. She shoved the chomp back enough to hold it off with one hand, fanning herself off.

“PHEW! Hungry little thing, aren’t you? If only you could be the one putting ME in chains,” she sighed.

It just barked again and bounced in place, trying to get at her again in its brainless aggression. The temptation for more tickled through the princess, but she just stood up and lifted it by the chain. The chomp snapped about harmlessly at arm’s length like a dangerous yoyo.

“I’m down for seconds, but give a girl some time to cool off first! One’s a treat, but I’m not sure I could handle a pear of those right now. Believe me, though. If you had a crown, I’d be planning a second date,” Pear purred as she ran a hand over her body, tracing from her abs back to her groin wiping up some sweat and relishing her orgasm.

She’d barely bothered to pull on her shorts when something occurred to her.

“Come to think of it… hey, Lugga!”

“Sup!?” the goonish guard asked, poking his mushroom head around the boulder.

“Do we still have some of those question boxes around with the new inventory?”

---

A quick jog back to the castle and she had a messenger waiting for her with the box in question. The big brass cube labeled with a ? was held out to her and she punched it with her free hand (the other held the dangling and still thrashing chain chomp). The box flashed and a golden crown with a pink, mushroomy growth in the middle popped out of the top.

“There we are. Now if you’d be so kind as to come-”

The chain chomp swung itself around to bite at the princess’ hand. She pulled it back and plopped it on its head. The chomp’s eyes widened slightly more as its body flashed pink and suddenly vanished in a puff of smoke.

What replaced her was another princessy-looking figure vaguely resembling Princess Peach or one of her friends. She wore a black and white frilly dress with matching gloves, a gold chain for a belt and a steel shackle for a collar. She had the same huge, wild eyes, but with long lashes and makeup. Her black-painted lips on her pale face formed a narrow, puzzled frown, and still a single thick fang poked out between them. When she licked her lips, a mouth full of shark teeth was made abundantly clear. Pear beamed excitedly at her.

“Perfect! How’s that feel?”

“Rah,” the chompette said clumsily. She looked surprised by her own word, touching her face and looking down at herself.

“Hongry!” the suddenly humanoid monster babbled.

Pear gave a delighted squeal. “Oh she’s adorable! See that one of the guest rooms are made ready for my little pet Chompette here.”

“NOM NOM!”

The chomp girl pounced on Princess Pear's arm and noisily chewed on it. She chuckled dismissively at it once again failed to punch through her thick skin.

“And fix her something to eat. Watch your fingers while you’re at it, or else you might lose a pear. In the meantime…”

Pear gestured at the emptied box.

“Gather up a few more of those crowns and keep them in reserve. If you find any more monsters roaming the lands, be sure to spare it and let me know.”