Peach Party (for Crooked)

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“Mmhm, the game’s still early, it’s only the first mini-game after all.” Peach said politely as she and Rosalina conversed cordially on the land pad below the platform battle going on above. “Oh, I just hope Daisy doesn’t play too hard against Pauline... she’s a good friend but she can overdo things sometimes...”

Back up above, the Sarasaland Princess was unfortunately offering some truth to her friend’s concerns, responding to Pauline’s statement with an energetic “Yep! Congrats on getting this far for your first mini-game... but I’m afraid you won’t last much longer!”

The frantic seconds ticked down as less and less space was available for the two to share, Pauline proving surprisingly adept at running and jumping to stay ahead. Once five seconds were left on the clock, it was clear the game was going to end by all the platforms except one dropping down... and both remaining contestants were quite close to the safe landing. Daisy reached it first... and then crossed the platform to the edge, blocking the space Pauline would need to cross over by and oh so slightly hip checking her to stop the jump, causing her to fall short just short of sticking it!

After a moment’s pause as the game came to and end, and the victorious Daisy did a small pose on the platform she was standing on, letting out a “Yeh!” of victory. Down below, Peach and Rosalina were about to finish their small servings of tea on schedule for the game to end.

“It seems like they’ve tied, how wonderful!” Peach remarked while drinking down the last of the tea from her cup. A gentle tilt of the eyes upwards, however, caused her to abruptly spit her drink and blush bright red at seeing the state that the mayor had landed in on the way down....

“I suppose…” Rosalina shrugged as she paused to sip her tea, letting Peach carry the conversation on as she too looked up. It was hard to see Daisy or Pauline as only brief glimpses of them went over their heads from platform to platform. “Yes… she can be a bit… much…” Rosalina admitted, pausing to take another sip as she resumed spectating. “...”

It took a few glances to confirm, but she was certain her view now gave her a direct look straight up Daisy’s dress. “Let’s not spectate… as long as Daisy insists on not wearing tights…” Rosalina coughed.

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Pauline and Daisy locked eyes. “Counting me out, so soon?” She paused on her platform to sneer back. The clock was ticking and a bold move was going to be needed, soon! Sure, she could simply outlast the timer and tie with Daisy, but where was the competitive spirit in that?! Proving light on her feet, Pauline felt a rush of adrenaline as she bounced from platform to falling platform, the wind in her hair and ready for action. Nothing could stop her now!...

...save for there being nowhere to stand. Five seconds left. One platform remaining as the ones under her and Daisy began to shake. “Hmf!” She grunted, getting a running start - Daisy was faster, but there was room for them both on that platform! Where there wasn’t room for them both, though, was first place… and Daisy knew as much.

“Huh!” Pauline muttered as she made the jump - and came up just short. “Ah!” She gasped as Daisy’s hips gave her the slightest push back. Her foot landed on the edge of the platform, but the other never joined it. Her counterweight pulled her back. “Dais-YYY!” Pauline whined as she fell backward and closed her eyes, awaiting whatever secret was at the end of this fall to save her and hoping this wasn’t one big involuntary suicide pact.

She might’ve misplaced how close the walls of the tunnel were. A gentle bonk to her head sent the Mayor spinning in an ungracious cartwheel on her way down with an “Oww-w-w-w!” Her voice swaying as she spun; surely the clouds at the bottom would cushion her fall! But some force had other plans; that’s to say, a suspiciously placed jagged rock stuck out like a hook, and caught itself on something rather unrealistic.

Pauline didn’t hit a soft cloud at the bottom; she didn’t hit anything at all. A terrible ripping sound echoed through the tunnel as Rosalina’s eyes perked up, shooting a look upwards and pausing to process what she was looking at. “Oh, dear.” She simply muttered.

“Nggght-!!” Pauline’s eyes rolled straight up; her panties, deep red with white polka-dots, had been snared by the hook and now traced up her lower back as her body swayed over the abyss. Her sudden jolting stop was like taking a hammer to the groin and both her hands cupped her sore crotch as she whined out “W-what-t?!” Her face gone red at the sudden, searing pain in her behind, her fears were confirmed as she looked over her shoulder; somehow, her fall had ended in a painful, public hanging wedgie. “N-no!” She gasped.

With a gulp, Rosalina asked “Now, what are the odds of that?” before forcing herself to turn away and cover her blushing face in her hands.

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Despite leading the conversation, Peach was mostly chatting out of idle distraction while waiting for the game to come to an end, so the larger party to continue. As a result, Rosalina’s closing comment caught her by surprise, causing her to snort with laughter at the unfortunate moment that she’s also swallowed some tea. The princess in pink sputtered in a fairly undignified manner, before snickering a bit and covering her mouth with a gloved hand in a faux-scandalized manner.

“Yes, I had almost forgotten Daisy’s consistent disregard for most standards of formality...” Peach remarked with a roll of the eyes. “You honesty get used to it after going through enough climbing, jumping, pipe warping and kart racing with someone... but yes, I’ll follow your lead on this matter.”

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The two remaining competitions looking eyes only increased Daisy’s drive to win, causing her to run and jump to the limit to make it to the final platform on time! “Everyone’s gotta drop sooner or later!” She declared, challenge implicitly accepted. Then, almost subconsciously, after attaining her position on the last platform, Daisy swung her waist around, making contact with the incoming Pauline with a faint touch of her Smash tournament side move. The light contact was just enough to disrupt the final jump however, and send Pauline falling to defeat.

As soon as the third fallen contestant was confirmed however, the last princess standing felt a sincere pang of regret. Despite the DAISY WINS announcement that was ringing through the strange mini-game pit, the sporty princess bit her lower lip and wondered if she’d gone too far again. “Umm... good game though Pauline!” She said quickly, then instead of doing her usual victory pose, Daisy stepped over to the edge of the last remaining platform to make sure the newbie had landed safely.

This decision would largely be the start of the day’s trouble.

“Oh no don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh oh man are those underwear goofy...” Was all that ran through Daisy’s head as her face gained a soft red glow and her lips began to twitch, as from her winning position above the princess was perfectly able to observe the mayor’s back splitting accidental wedgie. The mayor’s stretched out panties and surprisingly plump butt were both easily visible from this vantage point, and the sight generated several teasing remarks inside the victorious royal that she fought to keep to herself.

The sounds of stretching and screaming had of course caught Peach’s attention, who looked right up and promptly dropped her tea cup in surprise. Letting out a genuinely surprised gasp this time, Peach quickly adjusted her gaze upwards to look at the high standing winner instead of the embarrassed mayor. “DAISY!” She exclaimed in a chastising tone, clearly under the impression her friend had done this on purpose.

“Hey, I didn’t mean to...” Had been the start of Daisy’s rebuttal to this argument but before she could finish it, the game ended and all four faded away back to the board, the mysterious and dark powers that run the game of Mario Party seemingly intent on letting Pauline stew in her uncomfortable position before taking everyone back to the map.

The time on the proverbial clock until Daisy looked down, or the other two looked up, was a matter of seconds and Pauline already knew it was wearing thin. ’N-no, no way, how is this even possible?! Goodness, it h-hurts so bad! Come off! Please!’ She thought miserably to herself and muttered sections of aloud as her hands tried reaching back far enough to unhook whatever she was caught on…

By then, it was far too late.

While she had tried giving Pauline her privacy, the image was already burned into her mind… no poofy dress meant Rosalina was constantly pretending not to be seduced by her womanly curves, always accented by her skintight pantsuit. These embarrassing circumstances just tightened her already visible behind, not to mention maybe awoke some secret desires of poor Rosie!

As commotion went around the four of them, Pauline fought desperately to try and wiggle free, but it was becoming clear quickly that there was no use. Her cheeks turned red as her outfit as she was forced to cross her legs and endure the pain. “Girls… p-please, don’t look…” She whined, feeling her own credibility slip away from her as she’d surely become the - ahem - butt of jokes for the rest of the night…

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A simple transition later…

Pauline was back on her feet and yet feeling no less embarrassed as she crossed her arms, standing awkwardly in place. The transition thankfully reset her undies back to their starting position, but the pain never quite left, and often she’d fight the urge to sneak a hand back and try to pick out panties that weren’t even there.

Rosalina peered over from the beginning space, still on step one. She offered only a pair of pursed lips and a sympathetic stare.

Pauline didn’t much appreciate it. Her eyes turned next to Daisy… and brought with it the realization that SHE was the one indirectly responsible for that awful, awful pratfall. Her eyes cut down to a glare. “Ah… eh…” She stammered, not going to be the first to speak and break the silence. “...your turn, Peach…”

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Unfortunately, the longer Pauline glared at Daisy, the harder it was for the sporty princess not to laugh. "Peach didn't tell me that Miss Serious over here would look so cute when she gets all pouty!" Daisy thought to herself, struck by the unfairness of his position and still trying not to make fun of the unfortunate accident. Unfortunately, the stammering squeak of Pauline's voice proved to be the last straw, and Daisy let out an open chuckle at the strange events that had just happened.

Peach scowled a little as her friend seemingly gave into the mockery and hit her dice as quickly as possible, producing a basic 3. The pink princess took her steps forward, landing on a basic blue space and collecting her three coins without saying anything extra. When Daisy's roll came up and she got an 8 however, enough to take the lead, the blond host offered a fast dope slap to the back of Daisy's head as she passed, chastising her for finding Pauline's humiliation funny.

"Ah, probably deserved that..." Daisy muttered to herself while also bracing for any impact she might suffer while passing by Pauline herself. "Uh, that wasn't really supposed to happen... no hard feelings, right?" She apologized a little sheepishly, particularly as the red space she'd landed on sapped her coins.

Three pairs of eyes all focused heavily on Daisy after Peach’s unextraordinary turn kicked off. Rosalina’s brow merely furled, turning up her nose as she wasn’t about to say another word. Typical of Daisy to kill the party’s atmosphere so quickly with her childish attitude! And toward poor Pauline, of course… her first minigame experience had no business being this demoralizing!

Peach seemed to agree as much. Pauline gulped, looking away as her arms crossed and brow furled. ‘How many turns of this dreadful game must I play?’ She thought to herself sulkingly, Daisy’s laugh echoing in her ears time after time…

As Daisy took her turn and went running past, Pauline’s eyes drew downward to her own poofy, orange dress. Bet she wouldn’t find it so funny if she gave her a taste of a wedgie herself, she thought! But Pauline wouldn’t dare, especially since it meant stopping to her level. So, she and Rosalina both took a long, deep breath and reminded themselves - it was just a game. Rosalina’s turn came up. Her dice hovered overhead…

Bop! One. Rosalina blinked at the second ‘one’ of the day, sighing as she took a step forward onto yet another unextraordinary blue space, earning her three coins. “Exciting.” She muttered aloud. “You’re up, P-... Pauline.” She diverted her attention back.

Pauline wasn’t listening. Her brow furled, her lip still quivered as she stared fiercely back at Daisy. Damn it… As she took a deep breath, a sudden inventory opened for her in the appearance of a rather large, orange box waiting in front of her; inside? A glass bottle with a large cork. The ‘coinado,’ as it was called, fresh from last turn. “Hm.” Pauline thought aloud. ’Well… it’s petty, and hardly repays me, but I might as well!’

Pulling the cork from her bottle, a gust of wind blew out, throwing Pauline’s brown hair behind her head as it raised into the air…

Only to spiral back down and swirl around Daisy, visible streaks of fast-flowing air lifting the Princess off the ground as coins were pulled straight from her, flying up and into Pauline’s wallet. She didn’t notice that, though; she was instead taken far more off-guard by how… violent the coinado appeared! And she, Rosalina and Peach ALL noticed the unintended effect that came with it…

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After she'd completed her basic move, Daisy had stayed rooted to her space, fully feeling the awkward atmosphere she'd helped create. Sure, the wedgie Pauline had gotten hadn't been intentional, but she knew she hadn't helped by bursting into laughter at it, and wasn't sure how exactly to restore the friendly atmosphere of the game.

The disapproval of her close friend Peach burned on Daisy more than anything else however. Despite her energetic, sporty personality and the sharp contrast it presented between the two friends, Daisy still found something appealing about Peach's elegant, dainty hair, perhaps bolstered by knowing there was more force of personality lurking below it than many might expect. "When even she's looking at you with disapproving eyes, you know you messed up." Daisy lamented to herself. However, her inner focus meant that Pauline's item payback took Daisy completely by surprise.

"WOOOAAAHHH!" she yelped in surprise, spinning around in the air as the coins were taken off of her. Peach smiled with a small amount of satisfaction while watching the event, hoping that Pauline had managed to regain some small amount of dignity by doing this, but then frowned slightly as it seemed like the animation went on for much longer than usual for an item use like this. Then. she outright blushed and gasped as things went one step further.

"I'm getting dizzzzzy!" Daisy yelled out from inside the whirlwind, right before the licking tornado that had picked her off her feet suddenly caused her poofy dress to lift right up, flashing the assembled game players with her undergarments. And in this instance, the underwear in question did not prove impressive: In contrast to her usual flexible sports bras and elastics, Daisy had put on a surprisingly lacey (and partially padded) matching pink bra and panties combination, having packed more variety for all the possible games they might have played on this visit, but not having thought to change before jumping into the impromptu game.

When the whirlwind finally retreated and left Pauline with the stolen coins plus so much more, it simply dropped the dizzy Daisy back to the ground. With her eyes dazed over and looking like swirls, the previously mocking princess was left to land on her chest and knees, butt sticking in the air and panties still clear to see. Peach was blushing bright at the sight now, covering her mouth with a gloved hand, but before much could be said it would soon be time for another mini-game, once Pauline rolled the dice and made her move.

Rosalina was a fair distance from everyone else and so all SHE saw was a small gust of wind circling Daisy’s figure. She also saw Peach and Pauline’s reactions to Daisy’s sudden spinning, though, and they were quite different from what she would expect. ’Daisy really did hurt the feel of the game, didn’t she?’ Rosalina thought in annoyance, unsure of how to feel now that Pauline was getting her revenge.

What she didn’t have was Pauline’s direct, front-seat look at the unfortunate underwear choice Daisy had decided to bring with her that day. Pauline felt her cheeks go red once again - partly because of what she was seeing, partly because Daisy was much more athletic and fit than she would’ve expected - but she’d be the first! As the tornado subsided and Daisy was tossed to the floor with her ass up in the air, Pauline flicked her hair behind her. “Ahaha!” She laughed aloud. “What an odd weapon, hm?...”

Rosalina blinked, now seeing what everyone was seeing. Having had to witness two of her three friends underwear in this short of time, she had to blush, especially out of fear for how long she had until it became HER turn. But it was funny when it happened to daisy. “Hm…” She chuckled to herself a single time.

“There.” Pauline turned up her nose. “Now we’re all having fun.” With her point made, the dice floated overhead! She gave it another quick smack with her fist, and it rolled to a stop - ‘three.’ Simple enough, she walked on forward, finishing on a blue space anticlimactically as three coins rained overhead.

The tension was building...

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“Okay, I can admit, I kinda deserved that!” Daisy exclaimed from her still crumpled position on the ground, lifting a pointing finger up in the air as she spoke this with still swirling eyes and visible underwear. On a different space, Peach looked on with arm folded disapproval, but gave a small chuckle at the sight just as the next mini-game began, a classic four way free for all!

Today’s challenge proved to be Shy Guy Shuffle, a quick game of memory and attentive thinking. As everyone got used to being in a bright, open environment stuffed with Shy Guy’s and donuts, Princess Daisy was fussing with her dress while Peach stood up and took the role of host. “Don’t worry girls, everyone gets to eat when they pick the plate! Just pay close attention!” She said with a pleasant church, glad to have something equal and rewarding after the last conflict.

START

The game began easily enough, the plates of donuts being covered in lids and then swapped around the Shy Guys, demanding tight focus to be kept track of. Daisy, still being dizzy from the item hit and not being the most focused gal at the best of times meant that she fell off and lost track rather quickly, but Peach knows better. Staying calm and on topic, the pink princess host made her choice very quickly when the shuffling stopped, and was rewarded with the tallest stack of sweets

“Yeah!” Peach exclaimed with a high pitched chirp as the game abruptly game to an end, taking the small victory for herself. After a moment she was seated at a table, prepared to eat her donuts... when the sight feel upon her. A sight so shocking that her face lit up as bright as her dress and Peach dropped the first donut she had let to take a bite out of. Among the calls for assistance from the other three girls, the most familiar one was the one Peach processed the fastest.

“PEEEEEACH! LET ME OFF THIS CRAZY THING!”

Though she knew it was inappropriate, Pauline couldn’t hold back her smirk. Rosalina watched the whole thing from afar, her brow furling in worry… if this was just the second turn, she dreaded to think of how far at each other’s throats they’d be by turn fifteen. Still, a new minigame was on the way, so Rosalina held her tongue while Pauline entered with a bit of regained confidence…

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‘Game’ felt like a generous word. The little Shy Guys wandered into formation, each one carrying a platter on their head with a stack of donuts, ranging from one, to five. The rules were simple; watch as they scuffled around, then pick which one had the most when they got back into line. “Hm.” Pauline pursed her lips. Well, this was a welcome change of pace from the awful death trap she was just forced to play. At least there’s no way this could go wrong.

“Oh… I hate this game.” Rosalina pouted as the Shy Guys ran in little circles. Her eyes stayed steady on the tallest stack, whilst Pauline played it safe, watching the second tallest as she knew it’d be less sought after… the Shy Guys were fast, running in traceable circles around each other to try and lose the Princess’s attention until finally forming into line. Rosalina knew she had it! “You-!” She started to point, but Peach chipped in first. “No!”

With a whine, she crossed her arms as Pauline picked second and Daisy picked… randomly, it seemed. Rosalina had to follow, hoping she at least got a better guess then Daisy. The platters lifted - Peach first, Pauline second, Daisy third… and Rosalina, with one, measly donut on the platter. “Come on…” She whined.

“Not so bad.” Pauline shrugged. “Is that really it?... one round?” She asked aloud, she, Daisy and Rosalina all oblivious to what was going on as one Shy Guy gently took Peach by the hand and brought her to a nearby table. Unlike usual, the table only held a seat for one; three other chairs were surrounded nearby, as a few Shy Guy came around from the nearby woodworks, sneaking up on the other three Princesses as they chatted…

It started with one Shy Guy taking Pauline’s hand. “Oh?” She muttered, turning to her little director. Shy Guys were awfully cute. “And where am I being taken?” She asked gently of the little man, quite amused by his silent antics… a seat awaited. “Why, thank you!” She cheerfully greeted - all too soon. Because rather than pull the seat out, Pauline was violently pushed over it. “I-ugH?!”

As Pauline’s tummy was thrust upon the seat, a Shy Guy quickly appeared at her front, grabbing both her wrists while another plopped down on her feet. A third quickly climbed up and onto the struggling mayor’s back now as she stammered “W-what is this?!”

“W-what are you doing?” Rosalina’s fearful voice carried over as she too was bent over, this time over the back of the chair, her wrists held tightly by two Shy Guy while her feet flailed uselessly behind her and another hopped up by her side.