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Chapter 6: The Armored Harriers -------------------- "...in short, he's-a vicious, heartless, cruel monster who-a dabbles into dark things that should-a best be left alone, and he will-a stop at nothing to make sure all living things suffer under his-a twisted vision!" Mario said, concluding his dramatic debriefing of their foe, Fawful, out in the Glitzville center. There was collective murmuring amongst the group. "Dude, I can't believe that anybody could be so bloodthirsty." Goombella said. "I totally feel bad for all those poor Toads that exploded from that gross disease!" "Yeah, that guy, whoever he is, he's got real issues." Nastasi

Prologue He shouldn't have been alive. There was no way, not even in the fractured logic of the Mushroom Kingdom, where one could  be brought back from death's door with food items, should a being be able to survive as a few corrupted strands of DNA strewn within the bowels of a great monster. But he had done it. Against all possible odds, he had done it. Slowly, but surely, the surviving dark cells that remained of him congregated together, to form a blob of pure darkness. Not alive, but far, far from being dead. And as these cells gathered, they began multiplying. To power this mitosis, they parasitically drew energy from the

Christina Lopez laid on the table, clinching her fists in pain as she felt a boatload of gas starting to be expelled. Bill and the crew started hearing the rumbling noise as they approached Christina's anus. The giant teenager's anus zoomed before the crew, it began opening and the strongest earthquake that any of the four had ever been through had started, as the insides of Christina  were struggling, Bill had thought that this was going to be like a bomb going off, and indeed it was, just not in the way he had thought. Before the four, a loud, howling wind, like a tornado began to blow in their face. Hurricane-force, even stronger than that

CHRISTINA GASES THE TRACK Christina felt her belly growl as she hauled pretty ass around the track one bright spring afternoon at her high school. "Mmmm, Taco Bell sure does a number on me," she sighed to herself as she pulled around the far corner of the track to complete her 2nd mile of practice. It was a bright spring afternoon behind Christina Lopez's high school. It was a comfortable 65 degrees as the red surface of the running track had started to heat up from the afternoon heating of the sun. Christina's high school team was preparing for a track meet against two other nearby schools from the Chinatown and Nob Hill neighborhoods. I

CHRISTINA DOMINATES THE VOLLEYBALL COURT There was a big difference between Christina's role in track and field and in basketball as compared to her role on the volleyball team, she owned the volleyball team. And not just in a metaphorical way, she completely dominated every aspect of team life on her volleyball team, controlling the decisions the team would make and making every teammate and coach subservient to her needs and to her farts. Ever since she walked on the team as a sixth grader had she had such control of the team, and with her farts increasing in power each year, her control over the team grew in power as well. Christina h

The three finally got into the Section 26 van and started on their way up north toward San Quentin Prison, where Christina's final test would be done, via a special stop for Christina on the way up. When Christina first sat her smooth buttcheeks on the seat and she noticed that her legs were now bunching up along the front of the van. Both Parker and the government official recommended that Christiana move to the back seat where there was more room.  She agreed, and moved over to the back seat of the vehicle, seating her bikini-covered butt on the seat, shaking the van further. The trip to San Quentin would only take about 40 minutes from the