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« on: August 10, 2002, 06:19:10 PM »
He was already turgid from his encounter with Mario's brilliant soldier, and lept upon Peach with all the fury he had felt at Mario's hands all these years. He turned her over and stared down greedily at her backside, knowing that within moments it would be all his, nothing capable of seperating them. He crawled backwards a few inches, only to thrust forward with a violence he had never expirienced before. He fell upon her, ferociously humping as though his life depended upon it, as thought it was the reason he was placed on this earth. As we all know, Wario is a warped version of Mario, so certain aspects of Wario were twisted to represent this (Mousthache, shoes). This included his *****, which was corkscrew shaped to prolong penetration during ejaculation. Wario found himself shreiking "Oh this is it! This is greater than a 1,00 treasure chests!" He'd never felt so alive, and Peaches screams of abject terror only spurred him on more ferociously. As hard as he tried, he could only hold back for a few moments longer, until finally it all came rushing out in a purple river of streaming, sticky rage that finally buried his year-long rivalry with Mario. He had killied Peach in the proces, and a few more blows to the head finished Mario. Now that all witnesses had been eliminated, Wario turned his eyes upon Mario...
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