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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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"I'm not ready for this."
Samus threw up her hands, clearly exasperated. "Don't tell me you can't do simple dips."
"Of course I can," Wii Fit Trainer said fiercely, "but what you're asking me to do is far from simple."
"How?"
"You want me to perform weighted dips. With twice my bodyweight."
Samus stared at her, nonplussed. "And?"
"And that's just the ankle weights!" Wii Fit Trainer cried. "I could barely move before you strapped this giant plate onto me."
Said plate currently hung between her thighs on a length of chain thicker than two of the woman's pale fingers side by side that was wrapped around her waist. She felt like she was going off to medieval war.
"I don't see the problem," Samus said, though when Wii Fit Trainer began to open her mouth she corrected herself. "No, wait, actually I do."
"Thank you!"
"The problem is you wasting time coming up with excuses instead of getting down to business."
Wii Fit Trainer screamed silently into the hand she slid slowly down her face.

"How dare she speak to me like that? So rude!" Peach declared, a hand at her cheek as she leaned forward on the kitchen counter.
"You insulted her," Zelda replied calmly, leaning forward herself as she put the chopping board to work. "One can only expect to reap what has been sown."
"Insulted her?" Peach said, bright yellow hair swaying in time with a series of fleshy claps. "I was only telling truth."
The Hylian Princess pursed her lips. "Your naive interpretation of it."
"Now what does that mean?"
"The woman's personal life choice are not for you to take issue with," Zelda said, her own brunette locks dancing around her head.
"I've said it before, and I'll say it again. The Mansion is no place for a lesbian!"
"Peach, my dear, were it not for Wii Fit Trainer's presence you would not be spending time with that insufferable cousin of yours."
"Only because she wasn't taking responsibility for her fair share of cocks," the Princess argued, presently taking the younger of the Italian handymen's in vigorous fashion from behind. "And Daisy is quite sufferable, thank you very much."
Stainless steel slicing through a spring onion and tapping rhythmically against wood filled the silence Zelda made no effort to fill. That and the sound of chair legs rocking against the kitchen floor as the young boy stood atop it excitedly rutted against her backside. Not that she took any notice of Lucas as his (impressive for his age at least) length pushed into her sex, or of Luigi when his gloved hands moved up from Peach's waist to her shoulders and the rod of flesh plundering her snatch filled the room with the lewd squelch of wet pussy.
"I shan't dwell on the matter of that Princess and how earnestly I wish for her absence," Zelda spoke plainly. "Instead, I will implore you to set aside your pettiness and refrain from mistreating Wii Fit Trainer when you face each other in tournament today."
"I will not," Peach immediately replied. "I'm going to embarrass her."
"Peach, it is the woman's first foray into the arena, one I gathered from an earlier conversation she would rather not undertake."
The Princess turned up her nose at that - and almost tipped her crown to the floor in the process. Luigi helpfully caught it, returning it to her head. After an energetic series of drilling thrusts that concluded with his shuddering hips pressed up against her backside.
"Not my problem," Peach declared over the man's satisfied panting. "She promised to kick my ass. Well I tell you, I'm going to use it to kick her!"
Zelda sighed heavily and shook her head. Sometimes it was just best not to argue.

The hour had finally arrived. The seconds ticked by and turned to minutes, and the minutes melted away into a morning and afternoon of hard training that Wii Fit Trainer could feel in every nook and cranny of her terribly aching body.
Samus walked up behind her, placing her hands on the woman's shoulders. "This is it. This is your moment."
The moment when Wii Fit Trainer gasped aloud in pain at the woman's mere contact. Though to be honest, Samus' intent to offer an encouraging massage translated poorly into a pincer-like grip on Wii Fit Trainer's sore trapezius muscles. The blonde had handed her two iron plates and told her to perform thirty repetitions of shrugs. The first alone took thirty seconds. After Wii Fit Trainer managed to actually hoist the plates off the ground.
"At least you did it," Samus replied, resulting in Wii Fit Trainer impatiently shrugging off her hands in record time. A personal best even.
"Good job."
"Oh shut up," the pale woman snapped. It hurt even to fold her arms as she glared at the room in front of her. A row of four pods stood side by side, though there was space enough in between each of them to fit another. Wii Fit Trainer stood at one end of the row; Peach was at the other. Sparks flew between the two women. Pikachu was enthusiastically cheering on his buddy Lucario as the bipedal pokemon prepared to enter one of the pods. The fourth participant in the tournament match, Ganondorf, was already inside his.
"Get me in this thing," Wii Fit Trainer told Samus, watching Peach throw open the lid of her own.
The blonde all too happily rubbed her hands together. "With pleasure."
It didn't take long at all for Samus to connect Wii Fit Trainer up to the machine. What took a while was explaining why she needed to set a pair of the small circular pads lubricated with cool gel to each of her breasts. The long and short of it?
Jiggle physics. Those were very important.
"Samus," spoke a cool voice as she finally closed the lid on Wii Fit Trainer's pod. The woman paused when she heard it, then lowered her head and rubbed at the corners of her eyes.
"Zelda."
"I am not late."
Samus looked over her shoulder. "Was that even a question?"
"Clearly you were paying attention to neither my tone or inflection."
"Of course not," the blonde muttered.
The Hylian Princess came to stand beside the pod, hands neatly clasped before her. "I imagine she is nervous."
"Not a chance," Samus said. "With my training nothing but victory is guaranteed."
Zelda blinked, then slowly turned to face her. "Your training?"
"Yup. Right up until now," Samus proudly replied, slapping the transparent lid. "I had her curl a set just before we got here."
Zelda closed her eyes and prayed. "May the Goddess have mercy on you, Wii Fit Trainer..."

"GET ME OUT OF THIS THING!"
Was the woman's first reaction the minute the physical reality of a pod anchored to the ground transitioned into a virtual one where the thing she stood upon was a spacecraft flying through the dark abyss of space. Space! Do you know the first thing she learned about space? There was no air out here! Do you know the second thing she learned about it? You'd be dead in seconds if you weren't wearing a suit! So where was her suit?! Of course Wii Fit Trainer couldn't say that aloud because she was busy holding her breath. And standing frozen absolutely still at the edge of the Pleiades' lower platform as her brain failed to recognise that all the information being fed to it via the woman's highly alerted senses was merely a simulation.
It could still however register the impact of a big pink booty smashing directly into her face.
Wii Fit Trainer screamed as she flew from the Pleiades out into the darkness. Sheer luck as her hands clawed at nothingness resulted in her catching the edge by the tips of her digits, preventing her fall. Into the abyss of space.
"I thought you were going to kick my ass," a voice called to her from above.
Wii Fit Trainer's bulging eyes snapped upwards - to see Peach hovering leisurely in mid-space (despite screaming she had yet to realise there was, in fact, breathable 'air') inspecting the detailed embroidery decorating her silk gloves. Hovering literally, mind. The Princess was somehow floating, ankles crossed underneath her as though perched on an invisible stool. Wii Fit Trainer would have noticed Lucario and Ganondorf trading blows at the other end of the Pleiades' platform had she not just realised Peach was giving her an eyeful of panty-less crotch. It was then that the pale fitness instructor changed her mind; that's what she was going to do to the Princess instead.
Kick her right in the pussy.

"Why is she just hanging there?" Samus demanded. "Get back on the damn stage!"
"I do believe she is trying," Zelda replied, both women with their attention turned to the large holo-display projected at the front of the room.
"Try?" Samus said as though the concept alone was deeply offensive. "There is no try. What do you think I had her doing weighted pull-ups for? This should be easy!"
"No," the Princess said plainly, watching Wii Fit Trainer struggle, "this is going to be disastrous."

Aches and pains. Lanced through every inch of the woman's body as she scrabbled for purchase at the platform's edge. While she remembered Samus helpfully advising her that one's physical attributes carried over into the virtual reality. And the woman had trained her raw.
"Need some help getting up?" Peach taunted her. "You're just like a man."
Wii Fit Trainer growled. With the effort it was taking to try and haul herself back up onto the Pleiades. "I'm going to kick your -"
"Ass?" Peach finished for her. "Here, I picked up a terrible habit from Wario just for you!"
A statement followed by the Princess finally descending from her condescending float above Wii Fit Trainer's head - and squatting right in front of her face. The woman stared blankly at plush, creamy cheeks Peach shamelessly exposed when she flipped up her skirt. And she forgot about climbing up onto the Pleiades all together when the Princess reached back with a silken hand and spread said cheeks apart to reveal the cutest pink rosebud. Which then flexed and pushed outwards right before her eyes.
"Toot toot!"
And suddenly 'space' was no longer breathable.

Their chase took them practically all over the Mansion, duck and dog nipping at the heels of the harried teen angel tearing through the hallways to escape them. Because if he didn't manage that it was as sure as day turning to night that they would tear up his precious magazine. The dog perhaps on a better day (and in a significantly better mood) Dark Pit could excuse; it was part of his nature. The duck was just cruel. But maybe that was simply the nature of ducks.
The angel didn't spend much time pondering the possibility. He was too buys being completely indifferent of anyone or thing that happened to stray into his path. Tables were vaulted over when Duck Hunt Dog cut him off and forced him into the dining hall; Dark Pit had royal obscenities thrown at him after barrelling right through Marth and a very large spanner after barging into the ground floor toilet - which Mario had his arm stuffed down to the elbow - and proceeding to bounce off the walls before shooting back out the door.
All good things must come to an end, however. That end was spelled across the generous bosom of Princess Daisy. Into which Dark Pit ran face first after hurriedly casting a glance over the shoulder whilst pelting around a corner. They bounced - Daisy's breasts - as the angel was propelled backwards onto his butt. His hands instinctively flew open to break his fall, and like a cock had sprung out of someone's pants before her eyes Daisy's hand snatched forward to grab the thing flying towards her face.
With which she swatted both duck and dog over the head mid-leap.
"Give that back!" Dark Pit demanded immediately, scrambling to his feet. However, like with everything besides his mood the angel had inherited from Pit the height of a young boy mere days away from experiencing his growth spurt. Daisy easily held the rolled up magazine out of his reach.
"Now you've only gone and piqued my interest," the woman said, grinning. "You should have acted totally bored or something."
"Ruff!"
"Quack!"
Dark Pit swept aside Duck Hunt Dog. "No! It's mine!"
"What is, exactly?" Daisy said, turning her back on the squabbling trio as she began to unroll the magazine.
"Don't!" the angel cried, making one last ditch effort to reach the woman that was unfortunately thwarted by a pair of canine jaws latched onto his black robes. By then, Daisy had already flipped it open. Her wide grin slowly faded as she stared down at the glossy front cover.
A woman stared back at her, a shimmering teal dress flowing down to her ankles. Stars of purest gold dangled beneath her ears and atop her head sat a ruby decked, sparkling silver tiara. She watched Daisy with a single deep-blue eye. The other was hidden beneath a long bang of platinum blonde hair, which fell to the corner of a mouth parted wide in song.
Nobody moved for a long moment. Even the dog and duck had fallen still. And then Daisy barked a loud note of laughter as she turned to face them all and tossed the magazine over her shoulder.
"Silly boy, you don't need her! I can show you much better uses for a woman's mouth."
Dark Pit had no reply. He was staring in numb dismay as Duck Hunt Dog instantly bolted forwards the moment his possession left the Princess' hands. They set eagerly upon it with tooth and beak before it had even hit the ground. Shreds of the magazine were flying into the air in seconds. The solemn tatter of an eye floated and flipped back to the floor; Dark Pit's heart fell with it. Daisy, meanwhile, walked towards the angel and took his limp, unresponsive arm.
"Come along, let's find that cheerful brother of yours. I'm feeling ever so naughty."

Wii Fit Trainer punched, kicked and clawed at the lid of her pod as though it were a box being buried six feet under. A plethora of wires tangled around her arms in the process, tearing pads off every inch of her body. She wanted to pull out her tongue too, maybe that would get rid of the foul taste her brain was adamant was really there.
The pod's lid suddenly began to rise with a sharp hiss, but it wasn't her doing. A face appeared over the edge, framed with yellow hair, and Wii Fit Trainer very nearly lashed out at it. The woman growled instead.
"She farted."
"I know."
"In my mouth."
"I'm sorry."
"And it's your fault."
"What?"
Wii Fit Trainer sat up, grey eyes narrowed on Samus who actually took a step back away from the pod. Zelda, whom she ended up standing beside, glanced across at her coolly.
"I told you."
The perplexed blonde looked between the two women. "How is this my fault?"
"Your stupid training," Wii Fit Trainer said. "I can barely move a muscle!"
"I only -"
"You were supposed to be helping me, Samus. I feel like someone shoved lead into my arms."
"How else were you going to -?"
"Peach farted in my mouth!"
"Well, uh, since it was all a simulation, if it makes you feel any better, she didn't technically pass real wind."
Even Samus winced when she said it. The look Wii Fit Trainer fixed her with highly suggested murder of the bloody sort. When she actually spoke however, the woman had never sounded calmer.
"Zelda."
"Yes?
"Can I please stay with you tonight?"
"Certainly, dear," the Princess replied, as beside her Samus' jaw dropped. "Certainly."
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