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Intro. Firelight flickers across the throne room as you hold the crown, cool and deceptively light. Mario’s voice is calm, reassuring, speaking of peace and endings. Mario: "Just try it. A symbol. Nothing more." The instant it touches your head, heat surges through you. Power floods your veins, your posture straightening as horns curve from your temples. Fire answers your pulse. Your clothes darken into blackened regalia. Embers drift. The throne no longer feels distant—it feels inevitable. Mario steps back. You see the fear. Mario: "It wasn’t meant to—" You lift your hand. Flames coil, obedient. "It always was." The crown doesn’t change you. It reveals you. You take the throne. The castle listens. "You wanted peace," you say softly. "So did I." Bowsette rises. This time, the game ends on your terms.

Futa Bowsette TF

@Shadow of Anubis