Published: April 18th 2022, 7:04:42 am
Author's Note: Shout out to Shade Koopa for the story idea! I took the concept and ran with it! Hope ya like the beginnings of this fun story!
One day in the Mushroom kingdom, King Koopa was in a particularly nasty mood.
"When I tell you minions to lick my feet, I mean lick my feet! Hey you," he said, pointing to the groveling koopa troopa. "You mist a spot!"
"S-sorry, sir," whined the put-upon koopa, closing his eye as his king pushed his royal feet into the poor turtle's face. He stuck his tongue out once more, retching as he felt the grit from the stone floor and the taste of sweaty feet on his tongue. This seemed to please the king, who smiled sadistically, letting his eyelids relax as he watched his soldiers suffer.
"That's better. Now out with you. Out with you all! Not you," he said, pointing to the poor soldier whom he had decided to pick on during the ceremonial washing.
Everyone in the room from the troopas to the thwomps hurried to leave, not wanting to be the next target of the king's ire. That just left the poor soldier standing there, his knees knocking into each other as he feared the worst.
"Mario has been a thorn in my side for much too long. I need to blow off some steam. Come over and sit on your king's lap," said King Koopa.
"Y-yes, sire," said the turtle, practically tripping over himself to do the king's bidding. The king towered over the low-rank turtle. Though the cold-blooded king gave off no body heat of his own, the troopa could swear he could feel some daunting presence radiating off the king's body.
"Have a seat on my lap," said the king, patting his knee. The soldier gulped as he watched the king's green member slowly sliding out of its sheath, but he quickly snapped his eyes up to meet the king's in the hope that his majesty hadn't seen what the soldier was looking at. King Koopa smirked and the turtle gulped. No such luck. He quickly hopped onto the terrible tyrant's lap, and hoped the ride wouldn't be too painful, but to his surprise, the king smiled warmly and asked, "What is your name?"
"I'm... sh-sh-sh-sheldon, sire." The king smiled, and patted Sheldon on the shell.
"A good name for a good soldier. You know, you impressed me today. So willing to do your king's bidding. That's what I like to see."
"Y-y-your pleasure is my pleasure, your highness," said Sheldon, bowing his head. Koope nodded his approval. This turtle had manners. Good. All the better to break him as he did his best to maintain decorum.
"Why don't we get you out of your shell, soldier," said the king, licking his reptilian lips. Sheldon looked terror struck, but what could he do? Before he could even respond, the King picked him up and slammed the soldier down on his own lap, ejecting him from his shell, and then catching him in mid air with one hand like he was a doll.
"Waah!" cried Sheldon, only catching his breath once he found himself back on King Koopa's scaly lap.
"There we go. Much better," said the king, grinning down at the skinny soldier, now clad in just his boxers and a tank top. "But these will never do..."
The king slid his claw under the waistband of the Koopa Troopa's boxers and traced across his lower belly, making Sheldon shiver.
"Magikoopa! Get in here! I need a changing table and diapers, pronto!"
Within seconds, the head wizard of Koopa's Keep appeared, but it wasn't fast enough for the king.
"Yes, my lei-"
"You're too slow," interrupted King Koopa, slamming his fist on the arm of his stone throne. "I want the changing table and diapers set up yesterday!"
"Very good, sire," sighed Magikoopa, waving his wand and making a changing table appear.
"Good. Now get your worthless ass out of here," said the King. The wizard disappeared with a bow, leaving the king to lick his lips. Sheldon gulped and began to quake in fear at what was about to befall him.
"This is the best part," said King Koopa, picking up the shivering soldier and bringing him toward the table.
Meanwhile, Magikoopa appeared outside the training grounds, where a number of dissatisfied subjects had gathered to complain about the King's cruelty.
"He made me lick his feet!"
"He made me wear a diaper!"
"He used me as a diapered foot stool all day!"
"Oh yeah? Well, he used my face as a seat while he jerked off, and I spent the whole day with my mouth tasting like sweaty balls!"
It seemed as if they were all competing for who got the worst treatment from the king, but when they saw Magikoopa, they all went silent.
The magician stared at them through his coke bottle glasses, his expression impassive and unchanging.
"What's the matter? You can continue talking," he said, in his reedy voice. One of the koopa troopas spoke up.
"We're sick and tired of how the king treats us."
"But he is your leader, is he not? He controls everything and everyone in this kingdom, including you."
"But he's not a good ruler!" said the trooper. "He isn't fair, and he keeps getting trounced by the Mushroom Kingdom's heroes! And he's way too sadistic!"
"Yeah," said a goomba. "He used me as a buttplug! That's just wrong, man!"
"This is seditious talk," said the wizard, slowly. "What do you think the highest wizard in the court should do about such treachery?"
"Highest wizard? He doesn't appreciate you at all!"
"Yes, do you know what he calls you behind your back? His WizBitch!"
"Wizb- What?!" said the wizard, his cheeks turning pink before he managed to calm himself and return to his customarily composed comportment.
"You deserve better!"
"We all do!"
The minions prevailed upon the great wizard to do something to put koopa in his place, and finally he relented.
"Enough! I have heard your requests, and they have not fallen on deaf ears. We will teach the king a lesson, oh yes we will. But what punishment will be suitable for what he's done?" Magikoopa didn't have to look far for ideas, as the king's underlings had plenty.
"I wish someone would give him a taste of his own medicine! I'm tired of being put in diapers by the king!"
"He should get a taste of what it feels like to be controlled and manipulated for a change!"
"Hmm... controlled you say?" said Magikoopa, with a gleam in his glasses. "I think I might know just the thing... Eeehehehehe!" Magikoopa cackled as he soared into the air and disappeared, making the minions shiver.
"I wouldn't want to be on his wrong side," said the butt-goomba, shaking his head as he imagined just what fate awaited his turtleness.
Magikoopa spied Lemmy, playing with his toys in his royal quarters, and decided to fly down for a little chat.
"Hello, Lemmy. What are you doing?"
"Hey, Magikoopa. I'm just playing. I wanted to play with Larry and Iggy, but nobody wants to play with me today, so I'm just playing by myself, I guess."
"What about your dad?" asked Magikoopa, scratching his chin. Although he never said it, he did feel bad for the poor neglected Koopalings. He hardly blamed the older ones for the way they turned out with how they were raised, but Lemmy gave him hope that at least some of them could be redeemed.
"My dad never wants to play. If I asked him, he'd probably stomp my toys to smithereens," said Lemmy, not even looking up from his princess peach doll as he made her walk across the carpet.
"Oh, I don't know about that," said Magikoopa, pulling out a brand new King Koopa doll from his sleeve. "You could always play with Daddy this way!"
Magikoopa cackled as he pointed his wand toward the toy chest until it was overflowing with accessories for the koopa doll, not least among them was diapers, bottles, and other baby accoutrements.
"Why don't you have some fun playing house with Daddy today? Maybe he can be baby?"
"Ooh yeah! He can be baby! And Princess Peach can be mommy!" Lemmy clapped in delight as he made grabby hands for the koopa doll.
Back in King Koopa's throne room, he had just about finished torturing Sheldon with the teasing and anticipation of the diaper change to come. He had tickled Sheldon's feet, teased him about what a baby he was, taken off his boxers, teased him about his little pee-pee, tickled his feet again, and then, held up the diapers he would choose from, explaining the benefits of each in excruciating detail.
"But finally, I think I'll have to go with the daytime waddlers. Nothing cuter than a troopa crinkling in his shell and waddling back and forth on guard duty.
Sheldon gulped. His back was against the wall - or the changing table in this case, and the king was fast closing in. He winced, bracing for the worst, but when it didn't come he opened one eye to see that the king had stopped. A glowing blue hand seemed to be holding him in place.
"W-what the heck is going on?" cried the king, as another hand opened up a fresh diaper and held it aloft in the air. Sheldon took this as a sign to get the shell out of there, and ran with his shell under his arm, not bothering to stop and put it on.