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🔥Bowser Day🔥

The draconic Koopa stood by the stove, watching over some sizzling eggs and bacon. Junior sat on the counter, furiously coloring something on his drawing book. Bowser placed the breakfast on three separate plates, then turned around. “Luigi, food’s up!” he yelled. Junior perked up at his voice and shoved his supplies to the side.

Luigi hopped down the hallway, putting on his shoes. He was dressed in black shorts and a green tank top; the outfit matched Bowser’s, except his was red. As Luigi entered the kitchen, he couldn't help but notice the delicious aroma of the sizzling eggs and bacon. His stomach growled in anticipation as he took a seat at the table. Bowser placed a plate in front of him, then turned to Junior.

"Here you go, kiddo," Bowser said, placing a smaller portion on Junior's plate. Junior's eyes widened with excitement as he eagerly dug into his breakfast.

Bowser glanced over at Junior's drawing book, curious about what had captured his attention so intensely. As he leaned closer, he saw that Junior had been coloring a sketch of yesterday’s visit to the beach. Impressed by his son's artistic skills, Luigi smiled and ruffled Junior's hair affectionately. "You're getting better every day, buddy," he praised.

The koopa moved toward Luigi and kissed the top of his head before taking his place at the table. He enjoyed the peaceful domestic feel at the table. It certainly helped balance the chaotic side of his life; with summer nearly over, the bar he worked at was going to be packed for weeks.

Bowser felt a sense of contentment wash over him as he observed his family's joyous interactions. The clinking of cutlery, the laughter echoing through the room, and the warmth radiating from their shared moments filled his heart with a rare tranquility.

Having eaten their fill, the trio cleaned and put away their plates. Junior grabbed his supplies and stuffed them back into his backpack before standing by the door. His father chuckled before grabbing their belongings; he was alway excited to go spend the weekend with his grandparents.

Bowser secured his sling bag, then opened the door for his family. Junior practically bolted out of the house and towards his truck; Luigi followed closely behind with a mug in his hand. Bowser pulled out his keys, “I’m going to be a little late today,” he said.

Luigi raised an eyebrow. “Oh, did you get extra hours today?”

“Yeah. I find it kinda weird ‘cuz I didn’t request any,” Bowser replied.

His boss, Birdette, pretty much stuck to a routine for him. She would have him there during rushes but would be home early to spend time with his family; however, she deviated from that today inexplicably. Eh, he wasn’t about to complain; extra hours mean extra money. Luigi walked to Bowser’s side and said “All right then. I’ll see you later,” before moving away

After dropping Junior off, Bowser headed to work. He parked his truck in the back of the building and got out. The koopa quickly entered and was met with loud cheering. Bowser exhaled smoke in surprise, then opened his eyes. The entire bar was decorated with black and red spiky decorations.

As Bowser made his way through the rowdy crowd, he couldn't help but feel a mixture of confusion and excitement. The usually dimly lit bar was now illuminated with an eerie red glow, casting menacing shadows across the room. The air was thick with anticipation, and Bowser's heart raced as he tried to make sense of the unexpected scene before him.

His fellow co-workers were dressed in their usual fitness-related uniforms; however, they had spiked accessories on, similar to the decorations. Now that Bowser looked at them closely, the jewelry looked alot like the ones he wore. He chuckled nervously and clutched his sling bag. “What’s uh… what’s all this?” he said.

Daisy pushed people aside, grinning like a madwoman, her vibrant orange top caught everyone's attention. Its bold hue seemed to radiate energy, mirroring her infectious enthusiasm. The white shorts she wore added a touch of contrast, accentuating her carefree spirit. The tall, buff woman playfully smacked his chest, “Ready, Pec-Man?” she asked.

“Um… Is there something I missed? Is this a special event or something?” replied Bowser.

Daisy’s face dropped. “It’s August 4th.”

The koopa gave her a blank stare.

“It’s Bowser Day, handsome.”

The black curtains covering the bar moved, revealing a massive crowd. Customers gathered around, some were even holding posters and wore black jewelry. The crowd erupted into thunderous applause and cheers as they caught sight of Bowser. Many clawed at the glass in a fanatic craze.

The koopa, still wearing a puzzled expression, finally registered Daisy's words. His eyes widened in surprise as he comprehended what she meant. The co-workers around him burst out in laughter at his expression. Bowser had completely forgotten about his day. Birdette looked at him from the window and shook her head. She walked towards him with her hands on her hips, “All right everyone. Get to your stations! Give the man room to work his magic,” she said. Daisy and the others walked away.

The dragon koopa ran a hand through his hair, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Birdette fluffed her bow. “Remember, Bowser: if any of the guests start getting handsy, don’t be afraid to stop them. Don’t, like, throw them into the wall but also don’t let them get their way,” she said.

Bowser nodded. “Got it, boss queen.”

“Damn right I am.”

Bowser moved away and put his bag behind the bar. Giving Birdette the all clear, she threw open the door. The crowd quickly filed in just as the koopa was taking a seat in a special table, just for him.

As the guests started to fill the room, Birdette stood at the entrance, greeting each one with a warm smile and a gracious welcome. She made sure to keep a watchful eye on everyone, scanning the room for any signs of trouble or inappropriate behavior. The atmosphere was buzzing with excitement as people mingled and chatted. Alcohol started flowing.

However, the true highlight was him.

The second guests got their drinks, they would bee-line for his table for pictures with Bowser. All sorts of guests, male and female of all kinds of species, flocked to his table, yearning for his attention. He posed for pictures, signed autographs, and answered questions. Bowser’s fangs smiled through his smile.

From what he heard, some people even flew from out of state just to participate in Bowser day and he was very grateful for that; it certainly fed his ego a good amount but it also filled him with a sense of warmth. Bowser’s not exactly the warm and cuddly looking guy and it has taken time for people to realize that he’s not as frightening as he seemed.

Many shared stories of how they had initially been terrified of him, only to discover that he possessed a surprising depth and complexity. They spoke of his loyalty, his determination, and even his occasional moments of vulnerability; he did the occasional volunteer work with Peaches. Quite a few of them idolized them and wanted to follow their example. Other fitness enthusiasts wanted to know about his routine and other things related.

Occasionally, Bowser got the brave soul that wanted to flirt with him; however, he quickly shot them down. Bowser’s heart was entirely occupied by Luigi. The little green man was the only one who had Bowser’s full affection and it will remain so until the end of time.

Honestly, the dragon koopa has been thinking of proposing. They both have stable incomes (his was the fitness bar; Luigi had that plumbing business with his brother), Junior adored Luigi, and frankly it seemed overdue. But that’s something to consider another day.

Right now, he has fans practically fighting like piranha plants for his attention.

A bell ringing echoed through the room. Customers, all in varying stages of intoxication, cheered and smiled. Bowser chuckled and stood up. “Come on, everybody! Iiiit’s showtime!” While squealing and cheering with excitement, the crowd followed him to an adjacent room full of training equipment.

Midbus, another employee, joined him at the arm-wrestling table. Several of the customers hooted and slapped their chests; the pink warthog had quite the fanbase himself. Not as huge as Bowser’s, but he still had one nonetheless. The koopa took off one of his bracelets, then threw it into the crowd; a human man grabbed it and bolted out, several others on his tail. With a puff of smoke, he sat down and extended his arm. Midbus did the same, flashing a cheshire grin.

As the crowd cheered and placed their bets, the atmosphere at the arm-wrestling table grew electric. Midbus, known for his immense strength and intimidating presence, was a force to be reckoned with. His massive arms bulged with muscles, and his toothy grin only added to his menacing aura.

On the other side of the table, Bowser exuded confidence. He’s faced Midbus before and honestly this thing could go either way. The two have similar routines and were at similar strength levels so it was all on them. Birdette raised it to signal the start of the match. The room fell into a hushed silence as all eyes focused on the two competitors. Bowser's fiery determination clashed with Midbus' unwavering resolve.

With a sudden burst of energy, they locked hands in a fierce grip. The table trembled under their combined strength as they strained against each other's might. Sweat dripped down their brows as their muscles bulged with exertion. The crowd exploded with cheers and chants as they tried to motivate their favored champion. Midbus sputtered with the strain. “Losing your touch, old man,” he said. His accent was heavy.

Bowser raised his brow. “Old?!” he said, fully offended. “Did y’all hear that?”

His followers gasped in offense for him and started booing Midbus, whose grip slipped ever so slightly. Bowser narrowed his eyes, “I’ll have you know I’m only 34! And just recently benched 2045!”

With a new fire in his belly, Bowser pushed himself to the limit, muscles straining against the heavy load. Midbus snorted steam and fought against his grip more earnestly but faltered. As Midbus struggled to maintain his grip on the weights, doubt began to creep into his mind. Bowser seized this opportunity to prove himself once again. With a mighty roar that reverberated through the room, he slammed Midbus’ hand on the table and quickly stood up to cheer.

The room exploded with cheers. Bowser flexed his arms and laughed boisterously, relishing in the sound of victory and flashing cameras. Midbus stretched his wrist, “No easy on the newbie?” he asked.

Bowser snickered. “Nah, man. You messed with the King of Koopas; deal with the consequences,” he said jokingly.

Midbus halfheartedly groaned. Bowser patted his back and returned his attention to his fans. As the crowd continued to cheer, Bowser basked in the adoration, reveling in his triumph. The room was filled with a mix of excitement and awe, as people clamored to get closer to the fearsome King of Koopas. Cameras flashed incessantly, capturing every moment of his victory.

The night continued in a similar fashion. He would interact with his fans back at the table and at the end of the hour, Bowser would perform a fit of strength like lifting weights (with 2 fans hanging onto the ends) and pull-ups. He did it all with a huge smile on his face.

Fans eagerly lined up to meet Bowser, hoping for a chance to exchange a few words or snap a photo with their idol. The room buzzed with excitement as people shared stories of their favorite Bowser moments and debated his unparalleled strength. Cameras clicked incessantly, capturing every moment of this extraordinary encounter.

But like all good things, they have to come to an end.

Just as the sun was setting, his shift ended.

Many of the customers, mostly the diehard ones, did not want to leave and had to be dragged by their friends. Birdette even had to chase some out with a spray bottle; it took all of Bowser’s willpower not to laugh at the amount of times people yelled they loved him and then got hit with water. He yawned and leaned against the bar. Daisy walked over to him, “I still don’t know how you forgot today is your day,” she said, playfully pulling on his horn.

Bowser hissed and slapped her hand away. “Could you not?”

“How’s Luigi and the little demon?” asked Daisy.

“Junior’s good. Still a menace to society as usual,” he said with a chuckle. “And things with Luigi are going great. He's been working hard at the plumbing business and we've managed to save up enough to finally take that vacation we've been talking about," Bowser continued, a hint of excitement in his voice.

Daisy smiled, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh, where are you two planning to go?"

“Delfino probably. Although we might go to Italy since I know Luigi wants nothing more than to show us his hometown,”

The two continued to chat for a bit. Bowser certainly appreciated a calm conversation; his social battery was running low after the day he had. He was just ready to go home and cuddle with his boyfriend. And with that in mind, he said goodbye to his co-workers and headed home.

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Luigi was lying on his stomach, body aching from today’s work. He sighed with disappointment; they had such a high volume of customers today that he missed Bowser Day! He so wanted to go; ever since they started dating, Luigi hasn’t missed it once until today. It was such a fun day and why wouldn’t he want to see his big, buff boyfriend Bowser showing off his strength?

As Luigi lay there, reminiscing about past Bowser Days, he couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. He had always admired Bowser's incredible strength and power, and watching him compete in various challenges was a thrilling experience. From lifting heavy objects to participating in intense arm-wrestling matches, Bowser's dominance was undeniable.

But today, as the customers flooded their business, Luigi found himself trapped in the whirlwind of work. No gawking at the handsome hunk of a dilf that he bagged for himself. He thought about asking Mario to let him leave early but he felt bad about leaving his brother on his own. So he bit the bullet and stayed.

Even if he did want to see Bowser being his boisterous self.

Suddenly he heard the front door open. The house shook slightly by familiar footsteps. Luigi looked to the side as Bowser entered the room with heavy-lidded eyes. He shrugged off his shell and placed it on the wall hook. Then he flopped onto the bed, right onto Luigi. The human let out muffled chuckles and wrapped his arms around Bowser’s head, “Tired, amore?”

Bowser replied with a grumble.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t go… Things were very busy today; I was almost all over town.”

“ ‘s fine…”

Luigi moved so that Bowser’s head was comfortably on his chest; he moved hi shand through his red mane and gently scratched the base of the horns. The dragon koopa purred with content. Luigi could feel the tension slowly melting away from Bowser's body as he continued to scratch his horns. While Luigi continued his ministrations, he also kissed his head. Bowser rumbled with delight and fluffed the blankets with his claws, like a cat making biscuits.

“I hope you had fun today,”

“My day got better the second I flopped on this bed.”

The human laughed and pulled the koopa closer. Luigi smiled warmly at Bowser's response, feeling a surge of affection for the usually fierce and intimidating koopa. As he continued to stroke Bowser's head, the two slowly drifted off to sleep.

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