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The surface beneath her was cold. Why was it so cold? Her bed was always soft and warm. Something was terribly wrong.

Peach's eyes snapped open and she pushed herself up from the cold stone floor. She took in her surroundings and quickly recognized the cold, damp room as a dungeon cell. It wasn't like she hadn't found herself in similar situations but it was strange to have no recollection of how she got here.

She stood carefully, wobbly with her heels on such an uneven surface, and brushed off her dress, frowning at the forming stains. Bowser was going to really get a piece of her mind this time. The constant kidnapping was already annoying enough but he had never thrown her in such a disgusting room before.

She stood facing the thick wooden door of her cell, shoulders squared, as she heard a distant door open. She had expected the pounding of Bowser's large, reptilian feet but the sound that greeted her ears were that of dainty high heels. Perhaps a new minion? Or maybe one of his goombas had taken a liking to women's foot-wear. They were such strange creatures, after all.

The cell door opened and she couldn't contain her gasp, "Daisy!? What are you doing here? Did Bowser get you too?" It was true that the last thing she remembered was dining with Daisy at her castle. If she was here, maybe she could help her to remember how they were captured.

Daisy laughed. It wasn't exactly the reaction Peach was expecting and the laugh was different from Daisy's usually lighthearted giggles. This was dark and chilling.

"You think that's what this is? Another of Bowser's little scams to get you to marry him? Gosh you really are slow on the uptake, huh? No. You're in my dungeons to help me with some tests that I've been meaning to find the time to carry out. And with you as my test subject, I get to kill two birds with one stone."

Peach watched as Daisy took a seed from her pocket and tossed it into the puddle in front of her. Immediately it began to grow, thorny vines digging into the spaces between the stones.

"I think this will be a good place to start. You see, I've been trying to figure out the exact limitations of the one up mushroom. I want to see if it can bring you back from all the terrible things I have in store for you."

Peach quaked in fear as she stared up at the growing piranha plant, "Daisy... Daisy, why!?"

"'Why?' Because everyone loves you. Pretty, perfect Princess Peach. Oh, whatever was the name of that orange princess she spends so much time with? It shouldn't be too long until they forget all about you and flock to me."

By the time she had finished speaking, the piranha plant had grown to its full size. It's drooling head growled down at Peach before it's vines lashed out from all directions, wrapping around her legs and arms. It's thorns ripped through her stockings and gloves as it lifted her, cutting deep into the flesh of her arms and legs. Blood seeped into white silk, staining it red.

Despite the pain, Peach struggled against the vines as they spread her legs apart, her shoes and crown falling in the struggle. The thick fabric of her dress saved her some decency by falling between her thighs, the rest bunching around her waist. The plant roared in annoyance and ripped the fabric away with its teeth. What was left of the dress fell to hang behind Peach, leaving her undergarments completely exposed. With surprising care, the vines ripped away at the delicate fabric of her stockings and panties while those holding her limbs slipped further up her body and under her dress to tear it away.

As the last of her clothes fell to the floor below her, Peach began to sob as she realized what must be about to happen. She screamed as thoughts of spike covered vines tearing her apart from the inside out filled her mind. Her screams were halted in her confusion as the vines not occupied with holding her up moved away. Instead, the spotted head of the plant leaned in and opened its still-drooling mouth. A cluster of slick, dripping, thick, ridged vines exited from the gaping maw of the monster.

Peach tried to struggle again as the thick appendages moved closer to her but the vines entwined themselves further around her body, causing movement to be too painful. The first throbbing vine rubbed against her, causing her to whimper at how absolutely massive it felt.

"Please no! It won't fit!" she cried.

The plant, seemingly taking her words as a challenge, paused before pulling away and thrusting the vine against her entrance. Peach cried out at the pain the blow caused but, she was right, it didn't fit. With a snarl of annoyance, it tried again. And again. And again. Until it finally forced it's way inside. Peach let out a piercing scream as she felt the monster's successful thrust tear her and hit against her wall.

The plant, however, let out an unsatisfied grunt. It left the first vine sheathed inside her while a second pressed against her second hole. Peach sobbed and begged for it to stop, that she would do anything it wanted, just not that. But it didn't listen. It repeated it's merciless pounding until it forced it's way inside. Peach gasped for the breath that had left her with her scream. She could feel it snaking its way through her intestines, could feel her belly swelling and stretching as it was filled. Pain didn't even begin to describe it.

Once the second vine had filled her completely, her belly bulging and the tip of the vine pressed firmly against her stomach, a third vine pressed against her still-gasping mouth. It seemed that it intended to choke her to death but six vines found their way through her nostrils, forcing her air way and throat to stay open. Once it was confident she wouldn't be given the mercy of death by suffocation, it began the pressure of tentacle against her mouth.

Peach found some comfort in the fact that it wouldn't not fit and there was no way to stretch her jaw any further. It would have to be content with the two holes it had already conquered. Her relief was short-lived. It wasn't long before she began to feel a terrifying pain in her jaw. A sudden jolt from the vine and her jaw popped with a sickening pain. Her vision blurred and her ears rang. She barely even felt the thorned vine holding her useless jaw in place as the monster forced its way down her throat and into her stomach.

The plant allowed Peach time for her senses to return, waiting to continue until she could feel what was happening to her. Once she came out of her pained daze she let out a whimpering sob which was enough of a signal for the plant to continue. It pulled all of the tentacles out to their tips, the second racing through her intestines to match the pace of the other two. The thrust back in was sequential. The first thrust into pussy, followed by the second snaking deftly through her intestines, and ended with the one in her throat thrusting in to meet the second through the membrane of her stomach.

Choked sobs wracked her body as the pattern continued: all out; one, two, three; all out; one, two three; each thrust just as painful as the last. She wished it would just end.

They didn't finish together. That release would be too quick. Instead, the first to go was the one violating her ass. It came as it withdrew, inflating her belly more than it had with its girth. The last of its excretion was some form of glue that sealed it's spunk inside her.

The second to finish was the one in her throat. She could feel the vine pulsing over her tongue and through her throat, tugging painfully at the ripped muscle of her jaw. The pain in her stomach that followed was nearly as excruciating as her jaw being broken. She was certain her stomach must have burst, coating every organ in the thick, hot cum.

Finally, it was time for the tentacle in her pussy to find release. It increased its pace, pounding harder and harder until it broke through the barrier into uterus, hitting against her already filled and coated intestines. After several more agonizing thrusts, it found its release.

Peach screamed and screamed as she felt her body loaded with more than it could hold. Spunk and blood burst from the cuts the vines had caused across her stomach and poured across the floor over the remnants of her dress. She could feel her vision begin to fade but the monster was determined to cause as much pain as possible before she faded completely.

The pulsing vines that hadn't had an orifice of their own pressed their way into the tears in her flesh and peeled away the cemented substance filling her throat, pussy, and ass to find their release.

It didn't take long after that for the blood loss and pain to push her over that blissful edge. She no longer needed to feel herself being torn into tatters or her body being filled with the hot spunk of the disgusting plant.

But then she woke up. And she screamed.

She was back in a cell that was nearly identical to the last. There was no sign that anything had ever happened to her, her body perfectly reconstructed. Even her clothes were back to the way they had been. She pressed herself into a corner at the back of the cell as she tried to keep in her sobs. If she could just stay quiet, maybe they wouldn't know she was here. Of course the chances of that were unlikely after she had already screamed so loudly.

It wasn't long before the door was being pushed open and there Daisy stood, "Oh good, you didn't reform far. Just two cells over. I guess the magic of the mushroom's idea of 'safe' is pretty arbitrary. Good for me. Unfortunate for you."

Peach hugged her knees as if it would protect her from whatever Daisy had in store for her next and buried her face behind her arms. Maybe it was all a dream. A bad, horrible, awful dream and, if she closed her eyes and wished hard enough, she would wake up safe in her bed at home.

No such luck.

"Now that we know you can be brought back from a simple murder," Peach shuddered at the word 'simple.' What could be worse than what had just happened to her? "There is a spell I'd like to try."

Peach whimpered as she heard two sets of feet approaching her. Two women who she had never seen before pulled her to her feet and stood her in the center of the room. She struggled against their hold to no avail. "Please, Daisy. We're friends. Please don't!"

Daisy ignored her words and lifted her hand. A light formed above her palm which she blew towards Peach like a kiss, "Yes keep begging. It's doing you so much good."

The light pressed it's self into Peach's chest and the maids released her before exiting the room, the one with pink hair pausing to give her a pitying glance. The door closed behind them and the two princesses were left alone.

Daisy leaned against the door, watching Peach expectantly.

Peach stared down at herself. She didn't really feel any different. Perhaps the spell hadn't worked. She doubted she would be so lucky however. After all, Daisy didn't look frustrated by the lack of effect. It must just start off slow, whatever it was.

Slowly, her fingertips began to tingle. She flexed her hands in an attempt to make the feeling go away to no avail and it was spreading upwards. The spell must have been starting to take effect. Her heart rate quickened as she tried to figure out what was changing. She looked the same from what she could tell.

She continued to examine herself, certain that something must be changing as her entire body was now tingling. Eventually she noticed that her dress was fitting looser. She was losing weight? Was Daisy using her to test some sort of weight-loss spell? It wasn't as if either of them needed it, they were both skinny enough as they were.

Peach's hands began to shake. She was feeling weaker. She stared at her shaking hands in confusion and slowly removed one of her gloves which was beginning to feel loose as well. She tried to fight down the rising panic that the sight brought on. Her hand was paling beginning to wrinkle. It was an aging spell?

She pulled off her other glove, frantic to see if her whole body was changing. Of course she knew the answer. The only thing that greeted her was a second wrinkling hand.

It wasn't long before her dress sat like a tent from her shoulders. Her perfectly fitted stockings were slipping from her hips and falling down her legs. She stepped out of her heels which were beginning to feel uncomfortable and allowed the silken fabric to fall to the ground.

Her feet were the same as her hands. The skin now turning a sickly gray color. It was strange how she felt no pain. She supposed it was better than the previous "experiment" in that way. However, she still worried how it would feel towards the end. And what if the mushroom didn't bring her back from this one? That was the real test after all.

She backed up until she was pressed against the wall and slowly slumped to the floor. Her joints groaned and protested at the movement. Hugging her legs back to her chest and hiding her, no doubt, aging face, she waited for it all to be over. To fade away and awake in another cell to experience some new horror.

Or perhaps she wouldn't return. Perhaps she would escape in the form of whatever life was beyond this one.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of something chipping away from her finger. She looked up to stare at her hand; her dry, cracked, gray, flaking hand. Her entire pinky finger had broken off of the foreign, mummified appendage.

She tried to sob but only dust came from her throat. Every movement caused her dress to tug another chip of what used to be flesh from her body. She was turning to dust.

It was getting hard to breathe and it wasn't long before her vision began to blur. With a final, dusty attempt to cry out for help, her torso cracked in half. The weighted top half broke away from the stiff arms still hugging her knees and fell to the ground. The contact with the stone floor causing it to collapse into a pile of dust.