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This meeting was boring as fuck. Mario looked on out the arched window of Peach’s meeting office as the toads discussed their new plans to build up their army and attacks against Bowser. He knew he should be listening since he was the kingdom’s hero who often fought the turtle they were against, but Mario just couldn’t care less right now. All he wanted to do was be with his princess.
Well, Peach was there, sitting right beside him, but she was duly focused on the plans and taking notes. Mario looked over at her, her focus not breaking to look back. He decided to cause some trouble.
He snuck his hand under the arm of his chair, and poked Peach’s side. She jumped, and gave him a glare. Not much of a mean one, more of a “I fucking dare you” smirky kinda one.
He did it again. Peach barely reacted this time, clearly trying to ignore him. He poked her rib cage eliciting a squeak from her. He quickly folded his arms, and looked away as if he had no idea what was happening.
“Princess, are you okay?” Toad asked.
“Yes, Toad, carry on.”
She looked over at Mario again and he looked back at her. He couldn’t help his little grin.
She just pursed her lips, feigning annoyance.
A few more minutes passed, and the meeting was finally starting to close out. But Mario wasn’t done. While Peach stood up ready to close the meeting, Mario, sitting with his legs in his chair reached his hand up, and latched it around her hip, squeezing it. She covered her mouth as she squealed, and batted his hand away. Mario couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore, clapping and giggling like a child that accomplished something.
The toads surprisingly weren’t annoyed by this, except for Toadsworth. They all just laughed at what they witnessed, making Peach double embarrassed.
“Uhuhum.. w-we will discuss further plans later, but thank you all for coming in, you are all dismissed,” she stuttered.
The toads shuffled out all chattering and giggling at what had happened. Mario got up from his seat as Peach pushed in hers. He was ready to walk by her, but she blocked him.
“Have fun back there, big guy?” She asked folding her arms.
“Hmm kinda yeah,” Mario smiled.
“Good! Then you won’t mind me getting you back right?” Peach smiled back, though her smile was more scarily sweet than his.
He knew that smile.
Mario blushed, “o-oh, right about that-“
He turned the other way and ran around the table and out the door before she could catch him.
She didn’t take off long after, though.
The pair ran through the halls of the castle, both of them jumping around the staircases and base beams like a training course. The toads watched on in amusement. Toadsworth tried to slow his majesty down, but she wasn’t stopping for anyone. Mario wanted a chase? He was going to get one.
"Sorry, dad, cant stop now!" she yelled back.
Meanwhile, Mario ran down the bedroom halls, and towards Peach's room. His adrenaline was high, knowing she was probably right behind him. He swung open her bedroom door, and shut it behind him. About ten seconds later, a hand gripped the door knob on the other side, but Mario was holding it from inside.
“Open the door!” Peach giggled.
“Hm.. nah. What’s the password?” Mario teased.
“I’m gonna get you so bad!”
“Sorry but that’s incorrec- WAH-“
Mario let go of the door knob as it swung open. Peach is always stronger than he remembers.
He got back on his feet, and ran to the other side of the bed, crouching behind it.
Peach rushed inside, ready to tackle her boyfriend, but he was nowhere. She grinned knowing he was hiding somewhere. She looked in her wardrobe, and scanned her bathroom, but nothing. Then her bedsheet moved. It was pulled a little to the side.
She stalked over to her own bed. That’s when she saw his hat peeking above his hiding spot. She made her way over to that side of the bed slowly.
Mario suddenly hated this hiding spot, he couldn’t see where she was at all. He tried to peek over her bed, but once he made a move, she made a move. Quickly rushing him, Peach ran up, and tackled him onto her bed. Mario yelped when she caught him, then found himself laid on his stomach on the bed trying to desperately crawl away. She crawled up on after him, her fingers targeting his sides. He held back his laughter as he grabbed a pillow and threw it in her face. This did not deter her at all. She pounced on him, rolling him over and sitting on his hips.
With all this goofiness and rough housing, Mario couldn’t help shrieking when Peach’s hands found their way to his ribs again.
“WAIT P-PEHEHEACH!!” he shouted.
“Wait for what?! You’re getting exactly what you deserve, giggle bug! Tickle tickle tickle!~” she teased back.
Mario threw his head back, laughing loudly, and covering his red face from the tease.
It didn’t take long for her to get bored of the ribs and wanted to go somewhere else. She booped his stomach with her finger, and skittered her nails across it. Mario’s laughter calmed down a bit due to him still wearing his overalls. It still tickled, but not as horrible as it would if his belly was exposed.
Unlucky for him, Peach wasn’t gonna go easy on him.
She reached up, and unbuttoned his overalls.
“N-NO DON’T YOU DARE!” he protested.
He reached his arm out and tickled her hip in retaliation. She started giggling, but it didn’t stop her. She quickly undid the other strap, and pushed his overalls down below his stomach, then lifted his red shirt up over it.
He grabbed her hands in a last ditch effort to stop her.
“Aw you really don’t know what I’m about to do? How cute,” Peach said.
She quickly took a breath, and bent down, blowing a huge raspberry right on his bellybutton. Mario snorted and let out high pitched cackles. He let go of her hands as well in favor of trying to push on her head, but the sudden raspberry left him weakened and his fight or flight response completely shattered.
“Already giving up, huh?” Peach giggled when his arms dropped to his side.
Mario shook his head frantically, “N-NO! You’ll never break me-EEEK NO-WHAHAHAHA!!”
Peach skittered her fingers up his belly and back down again.
“Oh won’t I, mister annoying poker? You poke me during a meeting, this is your punishment. Only seems fair, right? I think so! Plus I think you like this anyway so who am I to deny a cutie of his tickle tickles!~” Peach teased, her voice going higher pitched at the end.
Mario twisted his body trying to escape, while shaking his head at the accusation, but the tickling was just too draining. Especially when she scratched under his bellybutton then blew another raspberry on it. He absolutely screamed, then went silent. A huge smile plastered on his red face.
Peach stopped to let him breathe.
“Hoo..ho.. you’re s-so mehehean, principessa…” Mario giggled breathlessly.
“I wouldn’t be calling me names if I were you..~”
“Ohoh yeah, blondie?” Mario snarked.
“Oh you are asking for me to just,” her thumbs poised on his hips, “DESTROY YOU, aren’t you!?”
She began squeezing his hips and digging into them. Mario lifted up and arched his back, his voice reaching new octaves with cackling. His hands gripped hers like a lifeline as he simply laughed his head off.
“YAHAHAHAHA OH GOHOHOSH! PLEHEHEASE IT T-TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD!!”
“Of course it does, silly! It’s what I’m trying to do! Kitchy kitchy coo! Aww your laugh is so adorable, I could just listen to it all day!!”
Good god she was good with her teases. Of course the tickling really.. well tickled, but her teasing was always what absolutely killed him.
Peach’s fingers switched and skittered up his sides, pinching his ribs until they reached the top of his rib cage. His arms squeezed down on her hands, but again, he always forgets her strength. She pulled her hand out, and grabbed his wrist shoving his arm up above him. He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the feeling of her nails in his armpit, but nothing happened.
Until she suddenly snuck her hand up his shirt, and tickled his bare armpit.
“AAAAA YOU- GAAAAHHAHAHAH PEHEHEHEHEACH!!”
“Hm? What is that? Sounded like you were about to insult me?” she got closer to his face, “hm? Sorry I couldn’t hear you were you insulting me, cutie?”
Mario turned away wanting to cover his ears from these deadly teases.
“M-MAYBEHEHEHAHAHA!”
Peach laughed at this. Of course he has to be as stubborn as possible no matter what situation.
“You know, Mario, your stubbornness and snarkyness is gonna get you in some real trouble one day. Today, it’s gonna get you into even more tickly trouble! I think you need to learn a lesson,” she said as she stopped tickling his armpit and ribs.
“Nohohoho I dohohon’t..” Mario protested through giggles.
Peach ignored him, and turned around, grabbing his leg.
“NO!” Mario shouted, pulling his legs towards him.
Peach giggled, “I’ll go easy, I promise.”
“No you wohohon’t, I know you’re cruhuhuel..” Mario couldn’t help letting out the anticipation giggles that were bubbling up in his tummy.
“I can be cruel, if you deserve it.. I wonder if you do? You did tickle me in front of my greatest toads and embarrass me.. hmm..”
“Just fucking get it over wihihith!” Mario snorted.
“Well if you wanna use that language with me, then sure! Don’t worry, I’ll arrange your funeral,” she teased.
She locked his legs in her arm and scratched at his socked feet. Mario absolutely lost it.
He covered his face as he snorted and cackled up a storm. He was absolutely not still, his legs kicked in her hold desperately trying to break out.
“P-PEACH- PLEASE NOHOHOHO NOT THERE AAAHAHAHA PEACHYHEHEHEHEHE- PLEASE- O-OKAHAHAY-!” Mario was wheezing and hiccuping at this point.
Peach scratched his toes, then let him go. He laid there limp, and a complete mess with a huge toothy smile on his face.
“Did I go too hard?” Peach asked crawling up to his face.
“Nohoho.. you’re good, don’t think I won’t get my revenge, though,” Mario threatened through gulps of air.
“Ohhh no that’s not how this works! You tickled and embarrassed me, so this was your punishment, no tickle backs,” Peach folded her arms with a smirk.
Mario sat up, “huh.. hoo.. oh yeah? I don’t remember that being in the contract.”
“What contract?”
“Exactly,” he raised his hands wiggling his fingers at her.
Peach tackled him in defense.
He screeched as her hands reached his ribs again, but he was still able to poke and tickle her sides.
So, an all out tickle fight ensued, and the laughter from both of them didn’t stop for about an hour.