You were drawn to the sound of grunting. Strained and almost primal and more than a little erotic.
You soon found yourself looking out on a tennis court. With her back to you, you recognized Princess Daisy, grunting each time she swung her tennis racket at little green balls being fired out of a machine.
Her hips swung as she eagerly timed each shot, shaking her butt in her tiny tangerine short shorts. Her long, thin, milky white legs glistened with sweat.
The machine stopped and Daisy wiped the veil of sweat off her face, then turned to a small table with a pitcher on it and poured herself what looked like a glass of plain old lemonade with plenty of ice.
Then she turned and noticed you, startled at first, but then giving you a big, friendly smile.
She wore a yellow top with a white frilly collar that clung tightly to her athletic, compact figure. Small breasts. Breasts that would fit perfectly in your hands. You quickly shook your head, trying to shake off that naughty thought and focus.
In the center of those round but humble breasts was a decorative flower with an emerald for the bud and frills similar to her collar forming the petals. Two large earrings matched it, as well as another jeweled flower in the center of the tiny tiara, nestled atop her big reddish-brown bouffant hairdo.
A yellow and orange wristband and sensible flat-heeled sneakers with yellow and orange accents at the ends of her smooth long stems completed the look.
Daisy looked back. The rumors about her having an on-again off-again relationship with Luigi were true, but right now they were decidedly off. She was getting so sick of his cowardice, afraid of his own shadow. She was once again on the lookout for a new man. A real man. A real man like you.
"Hi, there!" she said, batting the long lashes around her crystal clear blue eyes. "Were you admiring my swing?"
"I suppose you could say that," you replied. "I'm, uhh, new to these parts..."
"Of course you are," Daisy replied. "I'd remember seeing you around here before."
"I've kinda got this problem," you continued. "And I think Princess Peach is the only one who might be able to help me. Could you tell me how to get to the castle?"
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