A Few Birthdays Later

"You gonna go for it mate? Ahv' seen 'er go through at least a dozen fellers already."

"Risk's worth it mate. Let's be honest 'ere."

For most, steadily diminishing pageantry during one's birthday, by each year passing, would be cause for concern. From the fine halls of mansion ballrooms she'd gone, landing briefly in the domain of hotel lobbies, then to smaller inns and bars, and now, finally, she did not have a formal venue at all.

For Bowsette though, there was simply opportunity. Among the settings of the highborn, few would truly be interested in the activities that appealed to her most, opting to instead bid among themselves for a single, personal night - one that could never sate her, no matter the libido of the victor.

Here, among the common folk, there were no such reservations. Planting her legs wide, it was simply a matter of waiting for the right time of night, and the right people to walk on past. One after another, they'd rut her like animals, and she'd only move location once the ground grew hazardous from all the seed spilling from her form. As she often had to squat for their convenience, a slippery surface was of immediate concern for everyone involved.

Indeed, perhaps here, at the bottom, was where she felt at her tallest.

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I missed Bowsette's birthday by a good week or so, and though she's not nearly as popular as she once was, there's a spot in my heart for her none the less :)

Thank you, everyone, for your continued support and for all of your kind words. The comic seems well received so far, so I'm hoping to get ample time to work on it further over the coming days, with some of the feedback in mind as well. Look forward to it, and all the stuff I've got in the works otherwise - we move slow, but ever forward!

Take care of yourselves, and each other!
/DH