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Fixed versus Broken	By : anacsadder Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 3979 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Mario franchise and I'm not making any money from this.

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A/N: The way I had pictured Wario's character in “Four Stories Down,” he was supposed to be just self-centered and self-indulgent enough that he did anything he wanted without any regard for how people around him feel. He had some temper control issues, he liked feeling superior, and he's very defensive of his possessions, but I never pictured him being outright psychotic. Which why I was hesitant to follow this plot thread when it first occurred to me. While it seems like something this version of Wario could do if taken to an extreme, I'm not very comfortable with how off-the-deep-end it is. But I've been contemplating it for so long that I decided to start it as it's own separate-but-related story. If I really decide I hate it, I guess I can always bury it or something.
Waluigi came-to with heavy limbs and cotton mouth. His vision swam in and out of focus. A blurry blob that must have been Wario stood maybe two feet away, silhouetted against a bright light. As his vision dimmed, he heard paper rustling. He tried to remember how he got here. The last thing he remembered was folding laundry, but he didn't think he was in the laundry room anymore. He tried to feel the surface under him. Pressure on his stomach. Lying on his belly.
His vision focused again. Wario was holding something small up over his head, looking at in closely. He put it on the surface in front of him and turned around. Waluigi's vision went out. He felt Wario's hand on his back. He felt a tiny, sharp jab at his hip, just above his rear. He must have flinched, because after a moment Wario's face filled his vision. Thick fingers snapped in front of his face. The half-conscious man tried to ask what was happening, but his voice sounded thick and distant.
The large figure shifted off to one side for a bit. The next thing he knew, he felt a straw in his mouth. He felt a detached fear of what his tormentor was up to, but he was so thirsty that he drank instinctively. It was thick. He hadn't even realized he was hungry until the concoction hit his stomach. Then things swam out of focus for what must have been a while, because things were different when they came back. It only felt as long as the last break in conscious awareness, though. Which led to the next thought he was fully aware of:
What time is it?
The 'where' seemed to have changed, too, but as it seemed like it still had to be some room in Wario's mansion, that question presented as less pressing. Hours? Days? Weeks? He tried to cling to a thought long enough to consider his situation, but nothing stuck.
He felt the same prick above his butt cheek, and then a heavy, gloved hand cupped his chin and lifted his face. Waluigi blinked at Wario and tried to form a question, but his lips and tongue wouldn't keep up with his words. Wario disappeared for a moment, and then a straw brushed against his lips. Waluigi turned his face away and tried to ask his question again.
What are you doing?
Wario shoved the straw between his lips. Waluigi clenched his teeth.
Stop it! Whatever it is, stop it!
He made unintelligible sounds until he slipped out again. The next time his consciousness managed to bubble to the surface, he felt a tube in his throat. His eyes focused on the ceiling of his bedroom. Sun light shone through the window. Lots of it. No Wario, though. As the sedative wore off to the point that Waluigi could move a bit, he became aware of a tube in his ass and another running down from what he wasn't quite aware enough to identify as his urethra. He felt resistance when he tried to move his arms and legs.
Tied down under a sheet with tubes feeding him and draining him. He tried to call out, but stopped when he almost choked on the tube in his throat. He remained motionless as he tried not to panic. He told himself that this was weird and fucked up, but Wario had to come back and let him go eventually, because there would be dishes to do and a lawn to mow and Wario was too lazy to do that shit himself...
Footsteps in the hall. The door opening. Waluigi followed the other doppelganger with his eyes. Wario lifted the foot of the sheet and looked under it. Waluigi couldn't see from this angle, but the rush of cold air told he him was naked. Something felt wrong. Wario laughed. The laugh that grated on Waluigi's nerves.
“Damn, that came out better than I thought it would,” Wario said.
What are you doing? Let me go!
Waluigi squirmed and gagged out some garbled protests.
“You need to calm down if you want out. If you'd been more cooperative to begin with, I wouldn't've needed to resort to the tubes.”
Waluigi closed his eyes and breathed deeply. He was tied to a lounge chair or something. Something with slats. Wario reached under the sheet and removed the tube from his anus first. Then he felt another sliding sensation that he assumed had been the one leading to his bladder. Then he felt a third sliding sensation. He tried to look, but the tube in his throat made it hard to bend his neck. Not that he could see around the sheet, anyway.
Apparently Wario had felt him jump, because he chastised him with a warning. “Be a good bitch, now. I'll leave you tied up until you cool off, if I have to.”
The narrow hands clenched into fists and he bit down on the tube. The fat man moved up by his head and lifted the top of the sheet. Angular gray eyes tried to follow what the beady blue ones were looking at. In his peripheral vision, Waluigi saw two little hills of white flesh, small but round and unmistakable. His eyelids flew up and he cried out in shock.
Wario pushed Waluigi's head back onto the pillow with one hand. His other hand engulfed and fondled one of the little breasts. “Not quite as big as I would've liked, but I guess it's better than plastic. I wonder if continuing the shots would fix 'em.”
The feeling of the rough palm on his chest pulled a strangled scream from Waluigi's throat. His nipples were sore. He recognized that now, but that wasn't the thing that had caused the scream.
What the fuck?!
He caught Wario scowling at him again and forced himself to be still. It wasn't easy. He wanted to rip free and escape this nightmare. Run and hide until it was over. Because this couldn't actually be happening, could it? But he forced himself to be still and fixed Wario with a desperately pleading gaze.
“Better,” Wario said. He withdrew the final tube and Waluigi swallowed a few times.
The sharp tongue licked the thin lips. “What's happening?” he rasped.
“You weren't as useful to me as you could be,” Wario said, “so I fixed you.”
“Fixed me?” His voice rose an octave and cracked. “Fixed me?!”
“Stop,” Wario commanded. “Don't be a shit. I put a lot of effort into improving you. You should be grateful. It's not like you were ever gonna use your dick, anyway. Who was gonna want it?”
“I wanted it!” Waluigi screamed. His voice sounded wrong, and that made him panic more. “You can't do this! You- you fuck!” He thrashed and pulled hard enough to rock the chair. “I'll kill you, you crazy fuck!”
“What're you gonna do, fall on me? You're not doin shit from that chair,” Wario snorted.
“This is it, Wario, I swear!” Waluigi yelled. “You better keep me locked up forever, because I swear I'm gonna get out and I'm gonna tell everyone what a sick fuck you are!”
He gripped either side of the chair and held it in place as he leaned into Waluigi's face. “No one cares, Walu,” he said in a calm, serious voice. “Do you know how long you've been missing?”
He stopped struggling and recoiled from the horrible man leaning over him. He shook his head.
“About a month and a half. Do you know how many people have looked for you?”
His glare hardened, but he didn't answer.
The nasty grin widened. “No one. Exactly. No one cares.”
Moisture pricked at the corners of his eyes. “I hate you,” he hissed.
“I did you a favor, if you think about it. You're always whining about how much anal hurts. Now I only have to fuck your ass half the time.”
“I can't fucking believe this,” Waluigi whimpered as he closed his eyes. “You have to undo this. You have to. I'll never complain again, I swear.”
“I couldn't if I wanted to.” Satisfied that the other man was done thrashing around, he rose upright. Then he pulled the rest of the sheet up around Waluigi's waist, leaving his pelvis as exposed as his chest.
He couldn't bring himself to look. The breasts had been shocking enough. He didn't think his sanity could take much more. “Please,” he begged again. The moisture spilled down the sides of his head and into his hair. “Please...” Careless fingers pulled at the skin between his legs and he felt a breath of cool air. Then a finger poked at the cold spot, and then it moved past the cold spot. Waluigi sobbed and squirmed, but he couldn't get away. The digit probed and wiggled and prodded inside of him. It didn't feel right and it didn't belong there.
“Hm...” Wario made a contemplative noise. “It feels just about right.” His fingers withdrew and moved to the restraint around Waluigi's wrist.
His breath came in short, sharp gasps. Waluigi shook and whimpered as Wario gripped his newly freed arm.
“I'm gonna test how willing you are to cooperate,” Wario explained. “The sooner you stop giving me trouble, the sooner you get back to normal life.”
The idea was ludicrous. Life would never be normal. Not ever. Wario untied his other arm, folded him into a sitting position, and then retied his arms behind his back. Then he untied the bony ankles, sat down, and put Waluigi over his knee. Waluigi flinched. Bent over on his stomach, his already sore chest protested more persistently.
“What?” Wario asked.
Waluigi just shook his head and let out another sob. Then he yelped as Wario's hand met his ass with a resounding smack.
“What were you flinching for?” Wario asked. “Are you scared?”
“No,” Waluigi whimpered.
Smack!
“I mean yes!”
Smack!
“Please, it hurts!”
“What hurts?” Wario prompted.
“My chest!”
Smack! “Your what?”
“My chest, dammit!”
Smack! “What part of your chest?”
Waluigi went quiet. Wario smacked him again. He squeezed his eyes shut. “My- my t- tits hurt...”
The spanking hand rested on his ass while Wario's other hand cupped a breast. “Your tits are sore, huh?”
Waluigi turned hot red. “Yes, they're-” he felt the hand on his butt raise and quickly changed to, “my tits! My tits are sore.”
The hand lowered gently. “I don't wanna be too rough on your cute little tits,” Wario cooed condescendingly. The hand on his butt slipped between his legs. Two fingers rubbed between the lips there, but didn't penetrate. “What about your pussy? Does it hurt?”
Waluigi shuddered. “No. My pu-” he cringed, “my pussy doesn't hurt.”
“Now you're getting it. Good.” The middle and ring fingers slipped into the new hole. “How does this feel?”
Oh, hell, just stop!
He didn't know what to say. It all felt weird and wrong and terrible. That wasn't what Wario wanted to hear, though. “I don't know,” he cried softly. “I can't think...”
“You can feel it, though?” Wario asked and wiggled his fingers. It wasn't quite a leading question like the others had been. He sounded at least partly curious.
The sensation caused another shudder. “Yes...” Then he thought of something Wario probably would want to hear and relayed the thought defeatedly, “I can feel you inside my pussy.”
“That's the spirit,” Wario grinned. He leaned sideways to watch his fingers slide in and out. “You are tight, but that's a good thing.”
The fingers pulled out and felt along the slit. At the apex they hit a nerve that made Waluigi squirm.
Wario chuckled. “That's your clit.” He rubbed it harder. “I guess I don't need to ask if you feel it.”
Waluigi tried to focus on breathing and stay calm, but the sharp, alien sensations felt like needles on his nerves. The other man continued the ruthless massaging for another minute or two before stopping to probe inside his new orifice.
“So either you're not self-lubricating, or you're not cooperating,” Wario concluded.
“I'm sorry,” Waluigi sobbed. “I don't know... I can't...”
“I know you're trying,” Wario assured. He stroked Waluigi's crotch more gently than he had been. “You always try. That's one of the reasons you're going to be better than Mona was.”
This is still about that?!
“Are you going to fuck me?” Waluigi asked in a shaky voice. The other man's erection was poking him in the side.
“It's really tempting,” Wario said. “Unfortunately, I think I'm supposed to give it two more weeks to settle in.” He did sound disappointed. “Sit on my lap.”
The slim man stood, wishing he could cover himself. Wario unzipped his pants to free his erection, and then Waluigi sat across his knees. The large man's greedy mouth closed over a nipple, sucking and licking the new buds on Waluigi's chest. He jerked himself off as he did it, and it was especially weird because Waluigi wasn't used to being the focus of Wario's lust. In the past, he'd just been a convenient vessel for Wario's cum. He couldn't decide which idea disgusted him more.
“I'm gonna fill your pussy with cum,” Wario growled in the pointy ear. “I'm gonna shoot as many loads in you as I want and your little cunt's gonna drink 'em all.” He licked and squeezed and kneaded Waluigi's breasts until sticky fluid splattered a skinny thigh. A thick finger scooped up a large gob and squished it up between Waluigi's nether lips, working it in deep. “Never too early to christen the hole,” he chuckled.
The other man wanted to throw up, but he swallowed the urge. He let Wario push him onto the floor and stayed there.
Wario fastened his pants as he looked down. “Since you at least tried to be good, I don't think I need to tie you to the lawn chair. I really want to know where you are for the next two weeks, though, so I'm gonna have to lock your door.” He started to leave. “I'll be back in a couple hours to give you another shot, so no funny business. Fair warning.”
He left Waluigi curled up in a ball. With his face against his knees and all of the distractions gone, he realized he didn't have his mustache anymore either. His body hair had gone fine and wispy. The bathroom mirror crossed his mind, but he was afraid to look. Even as much as he hated Wario's semen in him, he didn't dare touch the thing between his legs to clean it out, either. Touching it would make it real, and he wanted so badly for this to be a nightmare.
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