Just Peachy (Closed for Jadeknight)

The grin on Bowsette's face only grows wider as she makes her way toward the bold goblin. Twirling around, she knocks the goblin coming at her to the ground with her tail. She then brings the mace down on him, reducing him to a splatter of meat.

Peach easily dodged the dishes he threw, not even needing magic to avoid his attacks. It soon grew tired of throwing things that didn't land, breaking a dish and running at the princess while cackling. The woman effortlessly moved out of the way, taking some ale from the ground and using the liquid to form knives in the air, flashing as they flew through the air to slice through the goblin.

A big goblin arrives on the scene, and Bowsette moves toward him, thinking it'll be as easy as the rest. However, this one seemed a bit smarter than the rest, blocking her mace and taking a swipe at her. She took a surprised jump back before trying again with the same result. Her hand extended and she started shooting black fireballs at him while turning her head to Peach. "Peach, give me a fucking hand over here!"
 
Using the two he just bashed together by the head, Ragnar uses the two dead goblins like a pair of flimsy clubs. He killed one more of the goblins by hitting it into a nearby wall when it was mid-air jumping at him. The next goblin he killed was one of the goblin chanters who was still singing that horrible song. He flung one of the dead goblin at it, sending it into the cart fire. As it screamed it's dying throes, the last goblins screamed as they turned as ran.

The dragon took a deep breathe for a moment, moving off for more goblins to kill. It seemed that despite the surprise attack, the town's guards had sprung into action. The sounds of metal clashing could be heard all over the town, along with the screams of people dying. Ragnar made his way back to the festival grounds to see what he could do there.
 
More goblins flooded into the area near the cathedral, Bowsette still fighting the large goblin as Peach suddenly had her hands full with a bunch of little goblins. She now had two sharp daggers in her hands, twirling and dancing, dodging and slicing as she was approached by more goblins. She hated killing, but had no problem with doing so when it was necessary. In this case, the goblins were so repulsive that she had no issues.

Occasionally, Peach would heal Bowsette after the woman had a particularly harsh clash with the large goblin and its lackeys. However, she soon ran out of magic, the blue magic fizzing out in her hand. Looking at it in shock, she didn't notice a goblin running and knocking her over by her legs.

Bowsette wanted to help, but couldn't pull herself away from her current battle, her eyes glancing with worry over at Peach as her swings became more frantic and random.
 
By the time Ragnar got to the festival grounds, he was more than a little pissed at this point. He hated to have any celebrations he was parted of getting interrupted for idiotic reasons. Second, it was being interrupted by a very low life race that he felt should be eradicated from his sight. He wanted to get rid of them en-masse, but their was too many innocent people around.

"This ends...now!"

He leaped onto the central dais, the center of the very chaos. He began to uses in his hands in front of him, circling and weaving the motion of a ball on front of him. To any knowledge caster, it would seem as he was trying to create a chromatic orb. However, he had perverted and changed it to his own version of it. It grew to the size of a beach ball, floating in mid-air as it shifted colors: green, blue, red, yellow, white, and black.

With a roar of anger, he punched at the sphere. Upon impact, it split into the exact number of rays as there were enemies. Some of the goblins had time to scream in pain, while others did not. They were quickly ended in a variety of delightful ways: frozen before shattering, catching on fire and burning to a crisp, electrified to a crisp, melting into a puddle of green goo, exploding in a fine mist, or just kneeling over in pain. The large goblin fighting Bowsette exploded into a fine mist, spraying everything with five meters.

A silence descended on the square, and then the moans and cries of the injured were held. However, the goblin's war chant had stopped and this was causing the rest of the goblins to retreat.
 
Bowsette closed her eyes just in time for the big goblin to be splattered all over her. She blinked, looking around at all the dead and dying goblins that Ragnar had killed, an impressed look on her face. So this was part of his power... She liked how it was randomized, making the slaughter fun and exciting. The woman grinned, sheathing her mace and looking around.

Nearby on the ground, Princess Peach had been pinned down by several goblins at the time, one of them starting to try to get in-between her legs with its tongue as two held her legs open. However, that was soon put to an end with Ragnar's attack, two of the goblins freezing and one of them falling over as two more burned to death. She scrambled to her feet, looking around to see if any of the townspeople needed help.

She then remembered she was out of magic and her face fell- she wouldn't be able to heal anyone even if she wanted to. That was the unfortunate thing about being in another dimension: the princess had no control over how long her magic would last or how much of it she would get from the dragon at any given time. Not only that, but the process of getting the magic was... unorthodox.

Both of the ladies met up and walked to Ragnar, Bowsette's outfit almost looking like she had it redone in red.
 
He smiled for a moment, seeing the two of them coming to him. Taking a moment to look them over, he is quite happy to see them unharmed.

"That was a little exhausting my pets. I think it's time for a bit of dinner and rest."

He wraps his arms around their waist, one on each side of him. Looking around for a moment, it seems that Father Zantus is already going around with some of his preists as they heal and tend to the wounded. Those that were unharmed are already moving from the square to get some food and peace.

His claws run lightly along the sides of both of their armor outfits, as he uses some magic to change them to cleaner outfits. Peach's armor shifts to a blue dress while Bowsette's armor shifts into a black dress. Satisfied, he decides they should head to the nearest inn, the White Deer near the front gate.

However, it seems that not all of the goblins had decided to retreat. A large goblin, like the one Bowsette fought, was currently in front of the White Deer mounted on a goblin dog attacked a noble and his hunting dog. The noble was hiding behind a rain barrel while his large hunting dog. The trio arrive just in time to cut off the dog's head.
 
"I think you're right..." Peach sighed, leaning against him as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Normally she might have resisted or complained, but she was a bit too mentally exhausted from that encounter to do anything but seek the warm comfort of his side. Captor though he was, he was still familiar and intimate to her. It almost seemed like they were on the same side for once, and she couldn't help but feel like she could trust him a bit more.

Bowsette shrugged and let him hold her side also, "I don't know, I think I could have gone on longer." She was merely bluffing, trying to make herself look strong to him, at least stronger than Peach. Part of her was happy that Peach was safe, while the other half of her wished that Peach would have gotten some gnarly scar on her face that would disgust him.

When they saw the goblin, both of the women tensed up, Bowsette taking out her mace once more. It would seem that Ragnar was too quick, though, the big goblin tumbling off the dog as Ragnar sliced off his head. The noble looked shocked and awed, grateful for having been saved by them. Bowsette pounced on the big goblin and smashed his face in, using her magic to make the mace ten times heavier to give her a good momentum on the down swing. Once again, her dress was dirty, though Peach was far enough back to stay clean in her beautiful blue dress.
 
Seeing the goblin go down, the noble quickly comes out of hiding behind the barrel. He looks around nervously for a moment before going to the bloody covered Bowsette.

"Oh, thank you, beautiful lady. That was so brave of you to rescue me."

He took her hand and quickly gave it a kiss before he turned his attention to Ragnar. He gave a deep bow as his dog came over and sat down beside him.

"Thank you good sir. I would have been done foe if you hadn't come along. I don't have anything on me at the moment, but please come and see me at the Rusty Dragon. My name is Aldern Foxglove and I promise to reward you handsomely. I will be in town for a few more days."

Ragnar smiled and nodded.

"Of course. We shall come by and visit soon then. It was no trouble."

The noble gave another bow before he headed off on his merry way, followed by his dog. Ragnar cleaned up Bowsette before he moved to the door of the inn, holding it open for them.
 
"Heheh... no problem." Bowsette replied, grinning widely even though the flattery was obvious. She liked getting compliments, especially when they pertained to her looks and battle prowess, tickling her vanity and pride.

Princess Peach watched, a bit annoyed at Bowsette's smugness, but on the whole glad that the noble had been saved. He at least seemed to have some manners, kissing Bowsette's hand. She walked up to them, watching the noble leave as Ragnar cleaned the other woman off.

She walked through the door, Bowsette following behind with a smug, self-assured smile on her face. "Hear that, Peach? I'm a brave, beautiful lady. What're you? You don't even have your powers anymore. Seems like someone's running on empty." Bowsette snickered.

The princess rolled her eyes and gritted her teeth. Sometimes she found Bowsette to be the most annoying person she could have ended up with in another dimension. At this point, she wondered if she almost liked Ragnar more than she liked the smug woman in front of her. At least he wasn't obnoxious.
 
He gave a little chuckle as he listened to the two have a mini fight for a moment. Though it was one sided, he knew it was actually both of them in it. Plus he expected more of it in the future, no matter what sort of relationship they developed.

The inside of the inn wasn't quite as crowded as the tavern, and it seemed to be a little calmer after what happened. A few were either getting or were already drunk, it was hard to tell. The first floor was built with stone as the primary choice, while the second and third were made of wood. Both of the upper floors had a dozen large rooms able to accomadate two to three people. A quiet, but gruff looking middle aged man is sitting on a stool within a three countered U in the center of the room, taking care of the business. A handful of young ladies are moving in and out of the doorway to the kitchen area.

There are a couple of tables open, so Ragnar lets the ladies find a table as he goes to talk to the owner. The owner looks at Ragnar for a moment, standing up with a little grunt.

"Welcome to my inn and tavern, The White Deer. I am the owner, Garridan Viskalai. What do you need?"

Ragnar gives a little smirk at the attitude, but smiles anyways.

"I need a room for three and three meals."

"Of course sir."

The man reaches beneath the counter for a moment, pulling out a key and laying it on the table while bellowing to the back for three meals. Ragnar pays for the room before joining his ladies. The musicians near the fireplace begin to play after their meal break, a slow and somber melody.
 
Peach starts wandering over to a table, but Bowsette quickly chooses one just two tables over with a smirk on her face. The princess sighed in exasperation and moved over to Bowsette's table, too tired to fight against her counterpart's childish attitude, though it aggravated her to no end.

The somber music only serves to make the mood more sad and tired. Bowsette frowned and looked over at the band with a disbelieving and slightly unamused look. "Jesus, I feel like we're on a sinking ship right now. This is really fucking bumming me out."

Nodding, the Princess for once agreed with her. "Yeah, I think it's a bit out of place as well. Even if the goblins just attached, I would think that they would want to raise people's spirits about now." She looked down at the table, her eyes looking at the carvings that other patrons had put into the top. There were some stab-marks too, probably due to one of those knife-in-between- the-fingers games.

She turned her attention to Ragnar, now back at the table. "I feel like we should go straight to bed after eating. Is that alright with you?" Peach looked at him expectantly.
 
Ragnar looked between them as he sat down, nodding for a moment.

"I have no problem with that. Today has been a rather exciting and trying day at the same time. I think once the rest of the town gets some rest as well, spirits will be back up tomorrow."

He reached out and grabbed one of their hands lightly for a moment. Though he barely used any magic, he had not gotten to have this much excitement for a long time. It did make him happy to be on this little adventure.

It was a few moments later that three large bowls full of hearty beef stews and a bowl full of rolls were brought out by a couple of the young ladies. They smiled for a smile before heading back to the kitchen. Two more young ladies came out, this time with full mugs of ale.

Ragnar mmed as he started eating the hot stew, savoring the succulent taste.
 
"Hmph." Bowsette said, taking letting his hand hold hers gently, "they better be in better spirits. It was only a goblin attack, jeez. It's not like a hoard of bigger monsters came in and started raping and pillaging."

Princess Peach sighed, grabbing a mug of ale and gulping several gulps down before setting it down. Bowsette grinned and drank some of her own, "See, Peach. That's the spirit!" She grabbed Peach's mug and put it back to the princess's lips, tipping her head back and forcing her to drink the rest of the cup before gasping for breath as Bowsette cheered. "Fuck yeah! Maybe you're not such a wet blanket sometimes."

The princess's cheeks were a bit pink now from the alcohol, a light drinker herself. She wasn't as hungry since she ate a majority of the fish and potatoes, so she only ate a portion of the stew and drank some more booze. Slowly but surely, in between taunts and challenges from Bowsette, both of the girls were drunk, Peach most of all. She swayed a bit on her bar-stool and leaned against Ragnar, bright red cheeks and a drunken smile on her face.

"Why do... why do dragons always measure things?" Peach paused for a moment, the silence dragging on awkwardly before she remembered to finish her joke. "Because they always have scales on them!" She laughed and gently patted his chest.

Bowsette snorted and laughed as well. "That was stupid, Peach."
 
Last edited:
He had to laugh watching the two getting along now, even if it was under the influence of alcohol.

"That's a good girl."

He grinned as Peach leaned against him for support, putting his arm around her as well. He did place his hand on her ass, claws lightly kneading her soft flesh. He also picked up his own mug and downed it in a few gulps. He did raise an eyebrow for a moment at her little attempt at a joke, though he did chuckle to humor her.

"That was a pretty good attempt."

The musicians did pick a more uptempo song for the next one. And it seemed their presence was spoted, a couple of the more sober patrons coming over to greet them.

"You guys were wonderful. Thank you very much!"

"Yes, everyone. Let's get more for the heroes."

A few more cheered them on as a few more mugs were brought out to everyone, including the three of them. Ragnar laughed and picked up the full mug, holding it up for a toast.
 
"Hehe..." Peach smiled and chuckled happily as he complimented her joke, not noticing in her drunk state that it was merely for her own benefit. She also barely noticed his hand on her ass, paying it no mind as they sat and listened to the music.

When they were thanked and given more booze, both Peach and Bowsette raised their mugs, everyone cheering for the three heroes.

"TO ASS-KICKING!" Bowsette yelled.

"TO PEACE!" Peach yelled drunkenly.

They looked expectantly at Ragnar for his toast.
 
"To Treasure!"

Ragnar grinned for a moment before throwing back his ale, the other patrons following suit. He licked his lips as he slammed the empty mug on the table, grinning. His tail swung around behind Bowsette, smacking against her ass for a moment.

As the music took on a more lively, dancing tune, the two ladies were taken and pulled to away to dance with the men. The serving ladies were even getting into the swing of things, dancing as they served the drinks and food without spilling a drop. Ragnar just laughed as he watched the sight.
 
Peach and Bowsette also slammed down their drinks before laughing uproariously. Peach’s empty cup was knocked to the floor while Bowsette slammed her own on the table. She jumped and grinned as she felt his tail smack her the woman standing up and moving to him, pulling his face into her breasts and rubbing them on him before giggle and going off to dance.

Princess Peach grinned and joined too, dancing without restraint and without a care in the world. A couple of the men accidentally touched her ass or breast at times, but she just laughed and danced, oblivious to anything but the way the music and cheer carried her.

After a moment or two, she stumbled over to Ragnar and leaned against him for a moment, “why don’t YOU dance too?” She wobbled back a step or too and made an exaggerated gesture for him to get up.
 
He was amused just watching the antics of everyone, including his drunk pets as they dance. When Peach came back to the table, he reached out a hand to help steady her as she leaned against him for a moment. He gave a little chuckle when she asked him to dance.

"Well, I was enjoying watching you, but if you insist."

He stood up from his seat as he reached out and grabbed her around the waist for a moment. He picked her up, giving her a little toss in the air like a doll before catching her and setting her down on her feet. He grinned and gave her ass a smack for a moment.

"So show me what to do my princess."
 
She laughed as he tossed her up, providing no resistance to him. Once on her feet, she cocked her head to the side, trying to think about it a little. “I-I don’t know. It’s mostly just jumping and twirling and holding hands.” She answered, taking his hands in hers, and bounding up and down for a moment to the jaunty music, her large breasts bounced with her and she started to pull him in a circle, moving closer and then away from him again in time to the music.

Bowsers came over and leaned on Peach for a moment, “heh. She sucks at dancing while drunk, doesn’t she?! But she’s soooo cute.” She pinched Peaches cheek and pulled slightly, the princess trying to bat her away while whining in protest.
 
He had to laugh as Peach did her best to dance with being drunk. It wasn't hard to follow along with her, enjoying the way she moved. Even when drunk she seemed to carry a certain grace about her.

"It only matters if we enjoy ourselves."

He grinned at Bowsette for a moment before he grabbing Peach and lifted her up once more. This time he added a little spin to the toss, twirling her around before catching her and putting her down once more.

He was enjoying himself more now, with a stomach full of food and two beautiful ladies dancing with him.
 
When tossed again, Peach squealed with delight, loving the weightless feeling of being lifted and caught. He was so strong and she felt safe even when he literally threw her into the air. Once in the floor, she giggled and leaned on him.

Bowsette started to dance with them, shaking her hips and waving her arms seductively. “We should fuck later!” She said, grinning.

Peach giggled, “you’re such a slut.”

Bowsette shrugged and laughed, “yeah, that’s true.”
 
He laughed for a moment at Bowsette's antics. He kept one hand on Peach's side to keep her steady at he smirked.

"You're both my sluts."

He grinned and kissed the top of Peach's blonde head, lingering for a moment to inhale her scent. He lifted his head up to watch Bowsette dance for a few moments.

"Come here."

He wrapped his tail around Boswette's waist and pulling her close before engulfing her mouth eagerly with his. His tongue danced with hers for a few moments before let go and grinned before tossing Peach once more and catching her.
 
Peach was distracted from his words by his lips on her golden crown. She sighed and closed her eyes, loving the gentle gesture of having her head kissed. It made her feel warm and fuzzy, more so than the alcohol already made her.

His kiss was met with drunk excitement from Bowsette, the woman letting her hands rub his chest while she let her tongue rub and slip along with his. He had to actually pull away from her to stop the kiss, the woman completely willing to have let it go on for hours if he hadn't stopped her.

Once again, Peach giggled with joy, her hair and breasts defying gravity for a moment before falling back into his arms. Through her intoxicated state of being, her inhibitions and preconceptions were put to the side and she simply enjoyed herself.
 
He thought for a moment before smiling.

"I think it's time my princess gets her recharge of mana. And perhaps you are well pet."

He lifted Peach up on his shoulder, sitting her there and firmly holding her. He picked up the room key from the table as he looked to Bowsette for a moment.

"Feel free to stay down for a little longer if you like. It is free food and drinks after all."

He chuckled and turned, walking towards the stairs. He looked at Peach for a moment.

"Watch your head."

He carefully carried her upstairs to their room, unlocking the door before going inside. Once inside, he left the door open for Bowsette before heading towards the bed. The room was well furnished with a king size matteress bed, a screen off area for the bathroom, a green velvet couch, and oak dresser with a mirror on it. The bed was furnished with a woolen comforter, several pillows, and linen bedsheets.

Ragnar didn't bother to pull the sheets aside, but dropping Peach back on the bed. He moved over the top of her on his hands and knees before kissing her softly and deeply.
 
Bowsette shrugged and sauntered over to some other patrons, grabbing one of their drinks and drinking it. The other patron didn't even seem to mind, the group of them continuing to dance and celebrate as the large dragon carried Peach up the stairs.

"Oof!" Peach said as she was plopped onto the bed, the princess giggling drunkenly as he moved forward. She soon noticed that he was actually situated above her. Her pussy stirred as her blue eyes looked up at him, his lips moving to meet her own. For once, she didn't pull back, instead putting her arms around his neck and kissing him back. "Mm..." she moaned from under him as her tongue licked and twirled over his.

After a few moments, she pulled back and blinked slowly before leaning forward and licking his neck with her little slick tongue.
 
Back
Top