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Smash Her Mansion	By : PersonOfDisinterest Category: +S through Z > Super Smash Brothers Views: 32009 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Smash Her Mansion
- 2-ii.
- 3-iii.
- 4-iv.
- 5-v.
- 6-vi.
- 7-vii.
- 8-viii.
- 9-ix.
- 10-x.
- 11-xi.
- 12-xii.
- 13-xiii.
- 14-xiv.
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The bed rocked back and forth like a jelly-legged crewman on the deck of a listing ship caught in the midst of a ferocious storm whipping up the most terrifying waves. Peach lay back with her shoulders and head draped over the edge, a sheet of bright yellow hair pooled onto the floor underneath her swaying in time with the squeaky creaking of the wooden bed frame. Not a scrap of clothing covered her skin, allowing her bare, pert breasts capped with cute pink nipples the size of perfectly round coins to bounce up and down on her chest like a strawberry topped trifle en route to its VIP destination via serving cart wheeled at top speed by the waiter who'd already gotten the guests' order wrong twice that evening.
The Princess, however, was very adept at pleasing her customers, her long, lovely legs stretched out along either side of the furiously bucking hips of the good doctor performing his thorough morning examination of her pussy. Stethoscope pressed over the engorged button of her clitoris, Dr. Mario's preferred tool of measurement - a thick, sturdy dick that felt like it was warping the shape of Peach's cunt with every thrust - pumped hard and fast into the woman's slick cock-hole in hopes of producing a positive reading, one which was evidently well on the way if the curling of adorable painted toes was anything to go by. It was as good a sign as any to go by with the Princess' mouth stuffed with Koopa meat.
To an onlooker emerging through the door to her bedroom, Peach's face was currently obstructed by the spiky shell of the mischievous prince mounted on top of it. Bowser Jr. had descended from on high (vacated Clown Car hovering nearby around the height of the average man's head) with a bold plunge that buried his cock halfway down the Princess' throat. All in one go. Quite a feat - one that had hers kicking as Dr. Mario fucked the slit betwixt her thighs. The brat grabbed at the ruffled sheets that were slowly slipping off the woman's bed for purchase, driving into her mouth with the efficiency of a power tool. His shaft was a spit lathered, schlick-schlocking blur between tightly stretched lips that pummelled a Koopa cock shaped bulge into Peach's gullet.
And she was loving every second of it.
Bowser Jr. and the good doctor too, apparently. In typical Koopa fashion the former was first to peak and quick to the mark at that. Barely a dozen thrusts scraping out the Princess' throat later and the young prince was whining and kicking like a mangy dog being hauled towards its first bath in weeks. Peach suddenly jerked bodily - partly because she almost died trying to swallow the torrent of cum Bowser Jr. hosed down her oesophagus, but mostly thanks to a particularly good thrust from Dr. Mario that sent her into the throes of orgasm. When it was through her cunt was pleasantly warm with spunk and the moustachioed man was left panting between her legs.
"Incredible," Peach said as her mouth was unplugged via an exhausted Bowser Jr. falling flat on his back, "you lasted longer than your father."
The young Koopa was back on his feet in moments, proudly fisting his shiny, sloppy dick. "I'll be ready for round two even quicker!"
Peach giggled. "I should keep you around. You'd make a good pet."
"Yeah!" Bowser Jr. cheered, accompanied with an emphatic fist pump. Then he thought about what the Princess had just said. "Hey, wait!"
But Peach had already rolled over onto her front, and as she did she pointed towards the silver bell clock stood beside the bed. "Have you seen the time?"
Bowser Jr. squinted in its direction; he didn't know how to read a clock. Typical of the younger generation.
"What about it?"
"It's time for you to leave!" Peach told him. "See? Dr. Mario is already on his way."
That he was, but not before delivering a firm slap that left the woman's bare cheeks rosy. She gave a little happy squeal in response. The Koopa prince was fuming however.
"But I'm hard again."
Very true. He was very hard again. Peach looked down over the edge of the bed and despite it being the end of her morning shift, couldn't help but lick her lips. "Well...if you promise to be quick."
Bowser Jr. grin shone with rows of razor sharp teeth. "I'm a Koopa, ain't I?"
And he lived up to his name splendidly, climbing onto the bed and then atop the Princess' buttocks upon which remained the slowly fading imprint of Dr Mario's left hand. After he had finished jackhammering several seconds later, pink marks evidenced how hard he gripped Peach's hips when he ejaculated inside her. The Princess, resting her chin on her hands as she enjoyed being rammed full of Koopa meat, perked up as she spotted something slip underneath the door. It was an envelope, bearing a familiar seal.
"Be a dear and fetch that for me," she asked the young, panting prince over her shoulder.
"I'm not a pet," he shot back immediately. "I don't play fetch!"
"I'll let you have another go-o-ooo," Peach sang.
Bowser Jr. eyes lit up like the child he was. "Really?"
"I'll even let you be the first to have my ass after I shower. You're a good little boy, aren't you?" she said, reaching back to tug on his cheek. "Aren't you?"
The envelope was in her hands moments later. Peach flipped it open as she turned onto her back, lifting slender legs high and parting them wide.
"Oh!"
She gasped as Bowser Jr. pierced her cunt with a considerable length of cock and began sloshing about Dr. Mario's prior deposit.
"Oh!"
She gasped, this time because Peach had just finished reading the contents of the letter. Or rather, the notice.
"I'm in a tournament today!"

A look of elation rose to Dark Pit's face as he clutched the magazine in hand, though it was difficult to decipher from his usual look of perpetual irritation with everyone and thing. A quirk of the mouth here, a slight brightening of the eyes there, but all around the dark angel appeared as grumpy as usual when he slowly nudged open the door to his room and peeked through the gap. Understandable given what he was looking out for. And thankfully, after a thorough check scanning the room left to right, Dark Pit didn't see it.
'It' being his roommate.
The teen pushed the door shut behind him, finally confident that he was alone. With that, Dark Pit at last unrolled the magazine he carried securely with him all the way back down the long corridors he had searched for Sheik, the enigmatic man who somehow had access to outside world. The angel didn't know or particularly care for the five W's, not with the magazine held in his hands, not when over the glossy front cover did his fingertips delicately roam, tracing the shape of a face about which he'd only his imagination to suffice him for several painful days. The thought made Dark Pit look up, determined. He had to find a new hiding place. His roommate had a really good nose for business that had nothing to do with him.
Debating high and low with himself as he scoured the room for a corner unturned, Dark Pit eventually settled on several long strips of tape and the underside of the bed frame, and so was busily on elbows and knees awkwardly affixing the precious magazine in place when suddenly he heard -
"Ruff."
The angel froze. His roommate panted, excitedly. Too excitedly.
"Ruff ruff!"
Followed by a loud "QUACK!"
Dark Pit aimed a glower over his shoulder. At Duck Hunt Dog. His roommate. Or mates, perhaps. Which consisted of a dog and a duck.
"Stay back," he warned the duo, the larger of which was already looking past him at the magazine the angel left on top of the bed while he figured out how to position his strips of tape underneath it. "It's mine."
The dog slinked towards him; the duck perched on its back stretched its long neck forwards and blue-feathered wings out to either side. Slowly.
In preparation to spring.
And that was when Dark Pit knew that all was lost.

"Let's get right to it, shall we?"
"No time like the present!" Wii Fit Trainer replied, nervousness poorly disguised by her unnaturally high pitched voice.
"Good," Samus said, standing amidst an intimidating array of weight training equipment, "because we don't have a lot of it. Time, I mean. We need to get you fit and ready to fight in basically half a day. Less even."
"But I'm already fit."
The tall, broad shouldered blonde looked her up and down. "Sure, if you want to place first in a bikini contest. Taking some blows to that wonderfully toned stomach of yours is another case entirely."
Wii Fit Trainer blanched even paler. "Wait, I thought the tournaments took place in virtual reality."
"They do," Samus replied, a thick iron plate pinched between thumb and forefinger like it didn't weigh more than Wii Fit Trainer's total mass. The woman wasn't even in her Varia Suit. "However, your physical attributes carry over into the arena, so we've got to get you in tip-top condition."
"But...but look at Wario!" Wii Fit Trainer said desperately. "He's barely in the shape of his life."
"Hey, fuck you."
Said Wario. Beside whom Samus stood, stroking her hand down the length of his shaft. The heel of her fist bounced off the prominent gut protruding out from underneath his shirt.
"He has plentiful ways to throw his weight around in a fight, trust me," Samus said, swivelling her palm around the slick crown of his cock. The rotund, not all together very pleasantly smelling man grunted for reasons other than the dumbbell he was curling with (you guessed it) frustratingly poor form.
"Anyway, we've got work to do," the taller woman said, pointing to the long silver bar she had just finished loading up. "Bench that."
Wii Fit Trainer blinked, then slowly turned back to Samus. "Um, don't you think I should start off with something a little...lighter?"
"Are you kidding? I'm not trying to get you beach body ready here. Do you want people laughing off your punches?"
"No, but -"
"No 'buts'," Samus cut across her, on her knees steadily working a long finger up into Wario's. If his fat, twitching nose and trembling moustache were accurate indicators he was just about to peak. Or sneeze. "You're going to train hard and lift big. There's no other way to do it."
"But I -!"
"Get under that bar and start lifting young lady!"
And as though the stern encouragement applied to him too, Wario's swollen testicles ascended - and he blew a whopper of a sternutation into the air.

Wii Fit Trainer thought her first attempt at bench pressing went well. Her chest didn't end up caved in and smashed to jagged pieces of bone and cartilage under the cast iron weight. Which was not to say that she actually managed to move said weight whatsoever, but the woman thought it was important to acknowledge the little victories. One of which was not dying via suffocation when Samus finally reached over and hefted the laden bar off of Wii Fit Trainer's chest. With a single hand. Wii Fit Trainer choked out her thanks, gasping as her vision melted in and out of clarity.
"Not bad," the blonde told her, other arm currently preoccupied with being bent at the elbow and pinned behind her back. "Get your breath back and we'll go for another rep."
Wii Fit Trainer was glad Samus used 'we'; she certainly wasn't going to be the one lifting the bar. When she tried to tell her so however the woman's voice merely came out as a strangled wheeze that quickly devolved into a coughing fit.
Meanwhile, Samus' breasts cast a jiggling shadow over the pale woman's visage, offering encouraging applause each time they were tossed forward. The blonde was bent at the waist over the bench press rack, accommodating the eager driving shunts of Ryu as he gripped her right forearm. The world warrior's prodigious pounding knocking loose a lock or two from Samus' tidily pulled back ponytail, the clap of the man's hips against her naked backside rang distractingly in Wii Fit Trainer's ears. Plus it was nigh impossible for her to even think about shifting the weighted bar again with Samus gripping it so tightly for balance as Ryu's thrusts lifted her up onto her toes. Which was great news; that meant she wouldn't have to -
"Stop yammering and get to work," Samus interrupted the woman's unconscious monologue. And with that the blonde passed her free arm back to Ryu, who held her by the wrists and proceeded to ride her like a gladiator's chariot. Wii Fit Trainer gulped when the woman, despite bouncing back and forth, fixed her with an upside down glare that meant business. She cried a little inside as her hands rose back up to the bruised, battered and slightly bent silver bar.

"It's too heavy for me."
"Not going to get any lighter with that attitude."
"Samus, I'm nowhere near as strong as you are!"
"You definitely won't be with that attitude."
"Oh for goodness sake -"
"No, it's for yours. Train hard, lift big; you know the deal."
"But -"
"No 'buts'," Samus said, smoothly gyrating her own at the tip of a long pink shaft. "Squats are a part of the principle foundation of strength. How else do you expect to jump twice in mid-air when you need to make it back to the arena stage?"
"Then...why can't you...let me start off small...and build my way up to that?" Wii Fit Trainer managed from behind clenched teeth as her knees trembled beneath her.
"Does it look like we have all day? You've got a match in a handful of hours," the blonde reminded her. "We can't waste time."
"I can't even lift this damn thing off the rack."
"Not with that attitude."
"Okay, that's it," Wii Fit Trainer fumed, and the bar she'd barely hitched up an inch fell with a resounding crash back into the embrace of its rack.
"Hey. Hey, where are you going?"
"I need a break!"
"Five minutes," Samus called after her as the woman snatched up a towel and threw her face into it. "I'll be keeping track!"
Wii Fit Trainer gave a heavily muffled shout. Samus casually took it as the affirmative response it most certainly was not.
"Yosh yoshi."
"Exactly!" the blonde replied, folding her arms as with the strength of her legs alone she steadily rode the dinosaur laid out on the floor underneath her. "How else would you have learnt to fly without being callously dropped into bottomless pits just before crossing the finish line? If there's no pain, there's no gain."

Dark Pit knew all about that. The pain was a duck pecking at him while flapping its wings in his face; the gain was not having his precious magazine ripped to tatters by the dog's teeth. The angel yanked ferociously on his end of the publication, the other locked between Duck Hunt Dog's stubborn jaws, while swatting blindly at the bird in his face. And of course, this being Dark Pit, there was plentiful cursing to be had in the process. The air was turning blue for reasons other than the duck feathers buffeted around by incessant wings.
"Let...go...you stupid...mutt!"
A well timed kick caused Duck Hunt Dog to yelp and jump back. Dark Pit unfortunately didn't manage to make it connect but he wasn't going to squander his blessings. The dog's jaws loosened in the act and the teen didn't waste a second. The moment he pulled the magazine free he used it to swat the annoying duck right out of the air. And then promptly bolted for the door. With a deeply offended squawk and all too excitable bark, both duck and dog were right on the angel's tail.

Wii Fit Trainer whined as she lifted her hands to collect the knife and fork, then whined again when she positioned them to begin eating. She was aching all over and not in the good sort of way, like when a Jigglypuff induced orgasm wrung her body tight and squeezed every last strangled groan from her core. Those sort of aches she could lay in post climactic daze and wish they never ended; the ones currently making her arms feel like rigid lengths of pipe that could barely bend at the elbow just made her want to quit, drop all this nonsense, get her butt kicked and move on with the madness that was daily life in the Mansion.
"So that's it, huh? You're giving up."
Wii Fit Trainer sighed and dropped her head. She was really going to have to start getting a handle on this habit -
"Of talking out loud all the time?"
And of course Samus was there to point out whenever she started doing it. Always happy to help.
"Oh, I don't know about that. I was happy to train you for the tournament, but here you are already ready to quit. Maybe I'll just let you keep monologuing from now on."
Great.
"Not exactly how I'd refer to the use of my morning trying to help you out if you're just going to -"
"Will you drop it?" Wii Fit Trainer interjected.
Samus gave a moment's pause. "Like how you want to -"
"Listen, I'm a fitness trainer, not some arm cannon toting woman who's built like a brick wall," Wii Fit Trainer said, brandishing her cutlery across the table.
"Now you're just making excuses."
"How about you just focus on giving Pikachu a good time and let me eat my lunch in peace."
The electric mouse's jagged tail carefully in hand and held aloft, Samus paused halfway along the return journey of her mouth to its butthole. Which she had been steadily licking to the tune of the pokemon's pleasurable chirps throughout their conversation.
"So that's how you feel, huh?"
"I'm hungry, tired and I just want to stop talking about this stupid tournament."
Wii Fit Trainer's salvation was not to come from her line of argument however.
"Ladies! Isn't a marvellous day?"
Peach practically floated towards them, gloved hands daintily at her sides as her very apparent jovial mood carried the woman aloft to their table. Laying a finger to Pikachu's cutely small backdoor to make up for the absence of her tongue, Samus looked the Princess up and down and said: "Alright, who've you got hiding underneath your skirt?"
"Oh, Roy," Peach replied casually.
Wii Fit Trainer almost dropped her fork, spluttering as her eyes took in Peach's admittedly voluminous dress. "How can he fit under there? Roy's a grown man!"
"Not that one, silly."
The woman stared blankly at Samus while Peach tittered at her ignorance. "One of the Koopalings," the blonde clarified.
Followed by further blank staring.
"Bowser's spawn," Samus clarified further.
"I'm so relieved to finally have him off my back," Peach said then, "literally! He is ever so heavy."
It was Wii Fit Trainer's turn to look the woman up and down, noting distractedly the large bulges of movement under her dress. "I'm surprised he hasn't crushed you into paste yet."
The Princess chuckled behind a hand. "Not all of us are lightweights when it comes to these matters."
Wii Fit Trainer frowned after a moment. "Who is this 'us'?"
"Women such as Samus and I," Peach replied, gesturing to the blonde with her face pressed up against a mewling mouse's backside.
"I don't think I follow."
Peach chuckled again. "Well I'd say it's pretty obvious why you're a lesbian if you're afraid of a little cock like Bowser's."
Wii Fit Trainer almost choked on her food. Then yelped sharply when Pikachu screeched and discharged errant bolts of electricity her cutlery helpfully conducted.
"Fuck!"
"That's what we're here to do but you just had to be all weird about it."
A trembling hand pointed a knife in Peach's direction. "Look, if you've got such a big problem with me being here you shouldn't have let me stay in the first place."
The Princess gasped, holding a hand to her chest. And began not so subtly groping herself as the sounds of grunting slipped out underneath the hem of her royal skirts. "But I'm not the one with the problem," she replied.
Wii Fit Trainer's pupil-less eyes narrowed. "I'm going to knock that smug, full-lipped, glossy pink smile right off that stupidly pretty face of yours -"
"Hey, hey!" Samus cut in, rising from her seat as a placid post-climax Pikachu shuddered on the table. "Settle it in Smash!"
"The hell is 'Smash'?" Wii Fit Trainer hissed without thinking.
"The tournaments we're all taking part in?" Samus said. "I checked the brackets earlier. You and Peach are matched up against each other."
"Great, because I'm going to kick your ass."
"You couldn't handle my ass if you tried," the Princess fired back across the table. "Just like yours can't even handle a penis!"
"Okay, pre-fight show over," Samus said, reaching over and pushing Wii Fit Trainer back into her chair. "Get going, Peach, and take Pikachu with you. Poor thing's spent."
"I shall," the woman declared, animatedly massaging her left boob in the process. "I'm going to enjoy this."
Which could possible have been in reference to their later scheduled match or the Koopaling under her dress busy orientating itself to replace its wild tongue with a shaft of readily rigid meat. Either way, Wii Fit Trainer was left glaring at her back as the Princess harrumphed and took her leave. "Good," Samus said, watching her, "that's good. Let it flow through you."
"What?" Wii Fit Trainer spat harshly.
The blonde pointed. "That refreshing bottle of re-energising liquid you're drinking. I can see the fire in your eyes, finally. We've got work to do."
Wii Fit Trainer swigged roughly from said bottle, slamming it down on the table afterwards. "Train hard, lift big."
Now Samus' eyes were ablaze. "Yes. Yes."
Wii Fit Trainer slowly crumpled the bottle in her hand. Slowly because the plastic was actually fairly tough. Her wrist was aching by the time she'd finished. Nevertheless, she wore a severe look of determination that disguised a sharp wince of pain.
"I'm ready."
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