The mighty king of the koopas held the glowing gem in his massive scaly yellow hand, turning it over with a clawed finger. He had found it laying inside his castle, glimmering on the floor. It was warm to the touch and the glow only seemed to brighten in Bowser's palm as if it were aware it was being held. The mighty king's piercing red eyes squinted somewhat as he thought he could see something move within the confines of the glowing jewel. In a mere moment, the ghostly, wisp-like head of Verask slid its way out of the confines of the gem. Those molten eyes gleamed as they scanned over the massive, powerful frame of the creature before him. The blazing red mane, threatening appearance, the seemingly sheer amount of muscle packed under that girthy body was more than enough for Verask to claim this vessel as his.
"Ohhohoho now this is PERFECT! You're all mine now!" the spectral head of the Molten Imperator spoke with utmost glee as it surged forward out of the gem. Bowser's maw, having a resting gape to it, was too slow in closing as the sudden surge of the spirit caught him by utter surprise! Into that awaiting mouth the spirit of the Molten Imperator poured himself, wriggling hard into that huge maw! So warm, welcoming and spacious but the spirit had work to do and he had to act fast before this beast could work up a will to fight him off. Down the wispy head rushed, pushing its way into the king's throat and down his gullet! The force of such an outpour of Verask's power from the gem caused Bowser's throat to bulge somewhat and the king was all but helpless as he gulped down the soon-to-be new king. Bowser's red eyes were widened as his head was pushed back slightly, all that was left was the ghostly tail that was quickly wriggled into the awaiting maw and slid down into the koopa king's gullet. Bowser could feel the wriggling poltergeist pushing its way further and further down into him, making sure it would never be made to leave.
Bowser let out a hard huff, half in a vain attempt to force the spirit out and half recovering from being winded by the ordeal. He felt a growing warmth in his chest that spread across rather quickly into him as both meaty arms moved themselves up into a powerful flexing position, squeezing those enormous yellow fingers into fists to bulge out the muscle against the spiked armbands. The king's feet were next to go as the warmth had spread down there too, Verask easing his own spectral paws right into place to take command.
"So thick, so damn POWERFUL!" the voice rang out in the back of Bowser's mind but it was becoming louder and louder as the rest of Bowser's body was stolen from him. One of those mountainous legs raised up then slammed into the floor, rumbling the entire room as the Molten Imperator tested the body's raw power.
"So much strength in this body and with my magic, I'll be nigh unbeatable!" Verask cackled in Bowser's mind, growing louder and louder to the point where Bowser could barely hear himself think. The spirtual Charr eased his head into place, sliding it right up into Bowser's to claim his seat as the true owner of the royal body. The usurped king could only gasp and growl out, eyes wide as his control was wrested from him. Royal red eyes began to rapidly transform as the whites shifted into a molten magma orange and gained the glow of the Molten Imperator. The iris of each eye brightened into a piercing yellow that had a slightly brighter glow than the new iris. The new king let out a content sigh of lustful bliss as his consciousness was fully cemented into complete control of this brand new body, especially as his chest tingled and soon the gray V was mounted proudly on his chest.
"Mmmmmnnnhhh.. the body I never knew I needed until now~" 'Bowser's' voice cooed to himself, a single white claw on a fat scaled finger trailed over the newly marked chest, soon to be joined by every finger then his palms as those new hands explored over every inch of his body he could reach from a standing position. He felt over the pale colored protective plating donned on his gut and chest, held up his arms to check over just how utterly thick they were before feeling over his new muzzle, combed his fingers through that fiery red mane with a rumbly laugh "I could absolutely give Brimstone a run for his money with these locks, but I've already claimed him so it matters little.." finally he brought his hands down and around, ending at his rump which he squeezed and oozed out a room-shaking rumble. "Rock solid.. hell yes. Now, let's see who I've claimed as my newest body."
The king's brow furrowed as he concentrated, Bowser's memories flowing into Verask's as the mighty beast let out a deep chuckle. "A princess, two plumbers and mushroom people.. a feline form? Hrmph, that'll be my new default appearance once I grow bored of having scales and what's this I spy? This isn't even nearly your first time being taken over?" a slow but cocky smirk eased over Verask's new gargantuan muzzle. "Well I assure you this time Bowser, King of the Koopas, it WILL be a much more.. permanent arrangement~"
The Molten King continued his probe of the old king's memories, learning about every one of Bowser's abilities and tricks. The Charr within was less than amused with what Bowser considered an 'army', though he did keep a mental note of the creatures known as Boos. More and more Verask probed through the memories, coming to a dead stop as those glowing eyes widened, a heavy smirk coming to the Molten King's face. "Yeeeeeessssss, I need that NOW."

Heavy stomps could be heard through the halls as the Molten King made his way to the royal chambers, Verask clearly making a show of his newfound physical prowess in Bowser's body. Practically shoving open the doors to his bedroom as he entered, he made his way to the wardrobe, opening it up with a burning excitement. Inside was one luxuriously crafted set of attire. A beautiful white tuxedo, beset with shiny gold buttons and cufflinks, the lapels of which were trimmed in a modest pink while the vest underneath was a subtle magenta. An almost comically large silken purple bowtie was waiting, ready to be placed neatly in the center of it all. The topat itself was the same white as the tux, adorned with Bowser's royal sigil in gold as a spiked steel band encirled the base just under the sigil. Verask's muzzle was brought down, those glowing molten eyes gazing down at the large dress shoes, only fit for such a king as himself. The tops were once more the same white but around the bottoms, thick shiny steel clung to the boots, pledging to protect the graceful white leather from any scuffs. The Molten King let out a long whistle as his glowing eyes took in the sight just a little bit longer. "Yup, soooooooo glad you were dumb enough to pick up my gem" and with that, the Molten King's burly yellow arms shot forward, grabbing up the entire ensemble so he could get to work.
Verask carefully lifted one massive yellow leg up and slid it into the top of those awaiting pants, followed by the next, then pulled them up so they fit comfortably snug around his new waist. The feeling was utter bliss as the fabric of the pants went up his scaly yellow legs like silk. Verask held up the vest and overcoat with a grin over that new draconic looking puffy maw of his, glowing molten eyes gazing over the beautiful attire. His grin slowly faded though as he glanced back at the utterly massive spiked shell his new body carried. "How in the hell? Screw it, wing it" the Molten King grumbled to himself as after some effort and by some miracle he affixed both parts of the tux to his powerful form, delighting in how it felt against him and how damn pleasurable it felt on him. Every movement was a jolt of bliss for his royal form as the material was rubbed against his stolen body. He cleared his throat as he affixed and adjusted the purple bowtie to his vest, coming down from the bliss of slipping into such comfy clothing.
"Almost complete" Verask rumbled to himself, still delighting in the power his new voice carried. Big yellow hands scooped up the shiny steel plated shoes as he walked over to the king's bed, HIS bed now. He plopped his rump down onto it and let out a pleased sigh as he looked down over himself, a hulking scaly beast now clad in such dapper attire; he couldn't help but to chuckle at the thought. The shoes were plopped down in front of his gargantuan paws to which he brought up and gave a slow wiggle and splay of his thick digits. He smirked at the new thought of others down at and under his paws, servicing them like a king should be, and with that he gave his toes a quick curl over then relaxed them. Angling his paws a bit downwards and slid the toes right into the shoes. His toes gently rubbed over the insoles and he let out a low rumble as he felt the soft padded interior. "Intimidating on the outside but ohhhhhhh so comfy on the inside.. I will absolutely get used to these" he said with a smirk as he pushed the rest of his paws into his shoes, filling them out and sinking his soles into the padding.
The Molten King rose up with a hearty sigh as he stretched his new body out, wiggling his toes in the fancy shoes, then gave his neck a good cracking. The final step now awaited him as he pivoted on his heel and grasped the top hat, placing it on his head with a pleased grin. He made his way to the wardrobe and stood in front of the mirror, leaning into it as he holds his jaw and looks over himself, those glowing molten eyes reflecting right back at him. "Strong, fire breath, helluva looker, especially when I'm at the helm.. yup, I'll be keeping you for good" Verask grinned as he stood back up straight and brought an arm to flex underneath his sleeve, rumbling in glee as the muscle felt absolutely impenetrable.
"Lord Bowser!" a shrill voice pierced the air as a small, blue robed koopa flew into the room on a broom. "Lord Bowser, the Koopa Troopas have informed me you were stomping around the castle and whyyyyyy are you in that getup? Are we kidnapping the princess again?" the koopa adjusted her glasses. Verask's blazing red brows furrowed at the intrusion as the koopa had burst into the room and interrupted his self admiration. How dare this thing make its way into his chambers without notice and speak to him in such a manner. The thought of blasting the smaller creature away with his magma magic had occured to the Molten King but he took in a breath, letting his chest rise and fall slowly, calming himself as the Charr within the koopa probed through Bowser's memories once more and a name came to him; Kamek.
"Kamek, do me a favor" Verask spoke plainly, still keeping himself turned to the mirror not to hide his glowing eyes but he felt he had no need to turn around and face Magikoopa. "Use that magic of yours that you're oh so good at and send invitations out. Send them to my admirers, those willing to bow and submit to me."
"Yes Lord Bowser, right away!" Kamek flew her way out to follow the king's command.
"Excellent" Verask let out a low chuckle as he stretched his arms up into the air, splaying his fingers as he did with a pleased grunt. He straightened out his tux once more and made for the throne room at a casual pace, taking the time to look through his brand new castle.

The invitation you had received was marked with the official seal of the koopa king himself; it had ordered a summons for you to come to meet your royal king. The troops had let you in without question and each of your steps seemed to echo in the hallway as you made your way to the throne room. Your hand rested against the cracked open door and with a push it swung open to reveal the king sitting in his throne, still wearing that same fancy tux, one leg casually crossed over the other as his foot idly bounced. The Molten King turned his attention away from a Boo that seemed to be nervously nodding to him and towards you, his eyes glowing with power as a toothy smirk came to his face. He waved the ghostly ball away and rested his hand on the armrest whilst another beckoned you forward. As you cautiously approached he rested a single finger on the side of his muzzle; an implied point to his eyes.

"Time to please your new Molten King, start by kneeling to me~"

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Verask's got himself the body of a true king now! Please enjoy my amateur tier writing in the story I crafted for this comm!


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