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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.
- 11
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- 13
The dungeon was dark, cold and full of terrors. Seven little terrors stood around a giant bed on which haphazardly lay Bowser's unconscious form, evidence of the cast iron frying pan that knocked him clean out still visible in the angry swellings jutting out the top of his head. The Koopalings were on guard; they had been since Peach ordered them to make sure the Koopa King stayed put until he learned some manners. They'd kept their word so far, but then it hadn't yet been put to the test. That was about to change.
Bowser's narrow, beady black eyes flashed open.

"You didn't sleep well, dear."
Wii Fit Trainer saw no reason to argue with the statement; it was very true.
"Indeed," came the reply to her unintentional thinking aloud, "the shadows under your eyes are quite prominent."
Which probably explained why the woman felt like she'd been punched in the face when she tried to open them. Her eyelids were almost as heavy as the head she tried to lift up off her pillow as she struggled to blink awake.
"I can assure you no physical assault to your person occurred. But tell me, was my bed not of comfort to you?"
"Wuz fine," Wii Fit Trainer groggily muttered. "More than..."
The woman rubbed at her face , propping herself up on an elbow. The mattress underneath her was just the right sort of soft, conforming to her shape even as it changed and lulling her back into its embrace. Wii Fit Trainer was too weak to resist the temptation. A light, royal chuckle met her ear as she flopped back down onto the bed.
"You should get your rest," Zelda told her.
"Can't," Wii Fit Trainer spoke half into the pillow, "got classes."
"Not for a number of hours. I rise earlier than most, and it seems my morning rituals unfortunately disturbed your slumber."
That caused the pale fitness instructor to take pause. "Oh." And then she cracked open a grey, pupil-less eye to look across to the other side of the bed, where the Hylian Princess was seated in front of a dressing table. Given the size of it though, Zelda might as well have been sitting right at the other end of the room. And the room could almost be better defined as some sort of small hall.
The Princess' bed was a grand, four-poster affair, complete (unsurprisingly) with gold and royal purple tapestry The heavy quilt Wii Fit Trainer laid half awake under, wrapped up like a newborn, was a rich hue of the latter, patterned with thin, pretty whorls of the former. She had lain fully awake under it for most of the night however, and that was due to the woman she was watching gently brush lustrous brown hair, unbound from the neat, over-the-shoulder braid she fashioned it into prior to taking herself to bed.
Where she was then taken by multiple men.
"Zelda," Wii Fit Trainer said.
"Yes?"
"Were you actually asleep last night?"
"Of course, dear," the woman replied. "What makes you ask?"
"Well I mean, during your shift..."
Zelda had lain peaceably on her back, accepting the Mansion's males between her legs.
The Princess gave her fair warning as they turned in for the night, Wii Fit Trainer somewhat miffed after vigorously brushing her teeth and tongue to rid her mouth of the virtual tang of Peach's rectal gases, but the woman still jerked awake when the bedroom door swung open at the appointed time, revealing a bunch of eager cocks-in-hand that had Wii Fit Trainer recoiling under the quilt. Not a single eye turned in her direction; instead all attention was reserved for the sleeping brunette, leaving Wii Fit Trainer to wonder if some cloak of invisibility were cast upon her.
Zelda, meanwhile, was stripped completely of the quilt's protection. Wii Fit Trainer was earlier surprised to learn that, save for a bra, the prim and proper Hylian went naked to bed. For the same reason as Samus, funnily enough: convenience. But unlike Samus, Zelda was not bare between the legs. Trimmed and tidy, as one would expect from a woman of her stature, but in no way fully shaven. Wii Fit Trainer imagined that was for her convenience.
"It is of little regard, as I explained," Zelda spoke then, trailing slim fingers through long, straight hair in the wake of her brush. "It is a duty the Mansion requires of me and so I shall fulfill it. But I will not let it interrupt my daily – or nightly activities."
And it certainly looked like it hadn't. Fox McCloud, always quick to the draw, was first to climb up onto the bed, stroking a pink length of meat that quickly disappeared between the thin lips of Zelda's quim. The woman moved in time with his thrusts, but only thanks to the swift rutting of Fox's hips, and when he finished (rather quickly) he grasped Zelda's for leverage and buried all six inches of his tapered cock inside her. Her eyelids did not flutter and neither did her features in the slightest twitch as Fox howled, came, and then panting climbed off the bed to make way for the next in line. A very orderly line, mind you. Men, boys awake past their bedtime and anthropomorphs queued up to the door waiting to take advantage of Zelda's womanly services.
Given her utter lack of reaction, Wii Fit Trainer quickly grew worried that they were taking advantage of her. Zelda apparently slept like she was dead to the world and who knew what could be happening to her. Her concern, while it would no doubt be appreciated, proved unnecessary.
No sooner did Fox vacate the space between the Princess' slender thighs did an oddly troubled looking Ike fill it. He seemed a little lost, as though reaching up to grasp Zelda's breast wasn't a natural inclination for him. But then his face was abruptly turned ninety degrees to the left the moment he made contact. To the tune of an open hand sharply striking flesh. Both he and Wii Fit Trainer blinked, agape. Zelda's arm relaxed, returning to lie at her side. Ike didn't even make it inside her. Red in the face for more reasons that having just been fiercely slapped by an unconscious woman, the broad shouldered man clutched his cheek and fled.
"I don't know how you do it," Wii Fit Trainer said as Zelda finally set down her brush, took several of her long locks in hand and began to braid them. The healthy sheen of her hair was an attractive sight; more so was the inarguably feminine figure just visible beneath a sheer dressing gown, lilac in colour. It was part of the reason she lay awake most of the night.
It quickly became clear to Wii Fit Trainer that the Princess was as strict with the manner of her use while apparently unconscious as she was during the day. There was to be no unnecessary contact beyond the steady pumping of cockmeat into her sex. Several more faces following Ike's received stinging slaps, after which Wii Fit Trainer learned these were merely warning strikes. Falco, proving to be stubbornly hands-on, was swiftly escorted from the room by means of Farore's Wind. A spell Zelda cast with the mere click of her fingers, catching the blue bird mid sloppy thrust.
He was gone in the blink of an eye. After that it seemed Zelda decided that her shift had come to it's end, for she banished all from the room with a royally dismissive wave and the shimmer of magic. The bedroom door slammed shut behind the wailing figures tumbling head over heels through the air into the corridor outside. That left Wii Fit Trainer alone with the Hylian woman, and Falco hadn't been afforded the time to cover her naked form back up.
Wii Fit Trainer definitely didn't consider herself a pervert; she just took the exceedingly rare opportunity to admire the full length of Zelda's body. Along with considering whether it was worth the risk attempting to get a peek underneath her bra. She didn't want a slap in the face through, or worse, to get kicked out. So Wii Fit Trainer reluctantly resorted to wetting her lips and nuzzling a finger between them. Not the first time she had secretly done so, except this time – though it took a frustratingly long time – Wii Fit Trainer got to finish.
Only now did the woman wonder if Zelda knew what she had done.
"It is a state of mind," the Princess told her, "which I have necessarily cultivated over many years. Royalty must always sleep with one eye open."
Wii Fit Trainer's gaze took pause along its slow, meandering journey. "I...I see," she said after a long moment.
"As do I," Zelda replied, and there was the smallest of quirks to her lips.
Wii Fit Trainer swallowed and carefully, so as to hide the movement as much as possible, removed her hand from underneath her pajama bottoms.

Samus meanwhile, if she'd been wearing any, would have had her fingers stuffed right down the front of her pajamas. The tall, naked blonde was sat on her side of the bed, facing towards the walk-in closet housing the Varia Suit. Hair unbound and allowed to flow freely down her back, Samus toyed idly with the smoothly shaven sex between strong, widely parted legs and wondered why she couldn't cum.
In contrast to Zelda, Samus spent the entirely of her nightly shift on knees and elbows – despite the insistence of some of her users. That night she just wasn't in the mood to watch anyone's face contort in peculiar fashion as they peaked. Not that she didn't give them something to work with.
Hands reached around to grope her swaying breasts, pinching and pulling at tightly erect nipples. Samus also knew how to present an enticing view, arching her back and rolling her hips with the eager thrusts pressing rigid lengths of cock deep into her sex. She could do all that with auto-pilot engaged by this point; her actual thoughts were elsewhere.
"Why is she pissed off at me?" the blonde said, while one of the resident handymen huffed and puffed behind her. She rested her chin in the cup of her palm, stewing that one over for several minutes.
"God, she's acting like I farted on her!" Samus complained, at the same complying with small, boyish hands that urged her to bring her knees together. She absentmindedly guessed that it was Ness who climbed up onto her large calves afterwards, her closed thighs making for a narrower fit between the legs. Not that she particularly felt the boy back there anyway. Sweaty hips bucking against her ass was more of an indication that he was actually fucking her.
"She's the one who asked for my help."
Valid reasoning, Samus thought, as she was mounted by the Mansion's resident canine.
In the end, the blonde finally realised she had been inadvertently talking out loud the entire time when Wario, grubby mitts latched around the base of her ponytail, yanked her head up and asked what on earth she was blabbering on about. She launched her hips backwards in retaliation, knocking the wind right out of the man's obscene gut. The mattress groaned painfully as Wario collapsed onto his side in a wheezing ball, quickly replaced by an opportunistic prick Samus didn't bother to look over the shoulder and identify.
Not that she needed to. The moment a fat crown nuzzled against her backdoor Samus groaned, reaching back to spread open firmly toned cheeks and bare the smooth pink star this particular horsedick was so fond of. She could tell it was Kirby from about sixteen inches away.
That was approximately how much thick, heavy, throbbing cockmeat the rosy-cheeked puffball was planning to stuff her insides with.
Samus lay awake after her shift had ended, right on the dot at 2AM, staring up at the ceiling. She was greeted by the familiar feeling of sloppy spunk slowly oozing out of her used holes. Pity she hadn't managed to cum during all the effort it took to put it there. Well, that was sort of a lie. Her body had certainly been stimulated enough to trigger an orgasm or three; however, Samus didn't feel like she had peaked. It didn't make any sense and, as the woman stood and headed for the shower, she thought it was a shame Wii Fit Trainer wasn't there to tell her so.
Which was probably why she couldn't bring herself to orgasm at present, Samus thought, perched right on the edge of the bed. Not that she couldn't; the woman was very adept at pleasing herself. Sometimes she just liked being given permission. Or having it revoked.
"Goddamn it, Wii Fit Trainer," the blonde whined, clit trapped between two slick digits. "The hell did I do wrong?"
Swish-Pop!
An alert green gaze snapped upwards – only to find a bipedal ninja frog attached to the ceiling by the sticky pads of his fingers and toes.
"Gre!"
"Hey!" Samus scolded the pokemon. "Didn't I tell you you weren't allowed to do that anymore?"
One of the consequences of having a lesbian roommate was Samus having to forbid Greninja his surprise visits whenever her legs were parted just so. Heavens knew how he always knew, but in the past when the blonde had an itch she just couldn't scratch on her own she wasn't complaining. She was spreading herself wide, waiting with much anticipation and a wet pussy.
"Ninja," the pokemon said, hanging his upside down head.
Samus' eyes fell to the thick, pink tongue wrapped like a scarf around Greninja's neck, the bulbous tip glistening brightly with saliva. "Wait," she called out as the frog ninja turned, preparing to Swish-Pop! away. His cock was out before the woman could even get in another word.
"Gre!"
But Samus shook her head. "Bring that here," she said, pointing.
A minute later, the blonde found herself propped up on her broad shoulders, curled toes pointing up towards the ceiling Greninja eagerly descended from. Spine curved, the frog's webbed hands pressed down on the meat of her thighs, keeping her muscled legs split wide apart as his heavy tongue slobbered all over her aching cunt.

"Graaahahaha!"
The Koopa King bellowed his laughter, advancing on the last two Koopalings who dared stand in his way. A quintet of wands lay scattered across the floor of the dungeon, as did Morton and Wendy's siblings, each of whom sniffled loudly as they rubbed the sore bottoms Bowser had spanked raw. The knees of the two Koopalings shook as Bowser's stupendous bulk cast a fearsome shadow over the both of them, sharp rows of teeth glinting in the darkness.
"I'm only going to say this once," the Koopa King growled, rumbling their very bones. "Step aside."
Wendy gulped; Morton Koopa Jr. very nearly wet himself. Both renewed their grips on their wands however. Bowser snarled, cracking his immense knuckles as thick angry smoke issued from flaring nostrils.
"Corporal punishment it is then!"

Wii Fit Trainer was not in a good mood, easily decipherable from the pinched look on her face as she walked into the dining hall. Her morning had been spent overhearing fart jokes being made at her expense by one of her clients who hadn't quite mastered the art of whispering. On the other hand, she was sure Wario knew very well what he was doing, twirling the end of a thick moustache as he frequently glanced in her direction. And the fact that he'd made the explicit effort to turn up to class for the first time since, well, his first time. And that was only the first half of the morning.
The latter was spent stubbornly ignoring Samus.
The tall blonde striding into the room in the middle of her second, thankfully Wario-less class of the day jolted Wii Fit Trainer right out of her lesson plan. Her clients stared blankly at her while she stared blankly at Samus, who looked like she had a lot on her mind and something to say. One could only assume it was important, given how she barged unannounced into the session. Wii Fit Trainer certainly hoped it was.
"So, have you gotten over Peach virtually farting in your mouth yet?"
It wasn't. The only reply Wii Fit Trainer gave was her back, spinning like a child's toy on the spot as she refused to look Samus in the face. The woman eventually gave up trying to get a response, fortunately just before dizziness swept Wii Fit Trainer's wobbly feet out from under her.
She swung them underneath the table as she set down her lunch on top of it, petulantly setting a fist to her cheek and picking up her fork. She'd barely impaled a single crisp lettuce leaf on its silver prongs before hearing a familiar call.
"Jiggly!"
It was hard to continue sulking when the fluffy pink pokemon floated up onto the table, aiming those great big eyes at her. Wii Fit Trainer managed it though. She was proud of herself.
"Not now, Jigglypuff."
"Puff!" the creature exclaimed, the tufts of its arms spread to either side of its spherical body.
Wii Fit Trainer was starting to understand the pokemon a little better. "I know you haven't had a taste of me since yesterday afternoon. I'm sorry, okay? I'm just not in the mood right now."
"Puff," it said dejectedly, before pointing down at itself. "Jiggly?"
Wii Fit Trainer frowned as the pokemon's eyes brightened hopefully. She was actually tempted. That heavenly flavour of cotton candy melting all over her tongue was only a lick away. Unfortunately, she wasn't going to get the chance to inwardly debate whether or not she ought to fight it.
"Hey, can we talk?"
Wii Fit Trainer coolly turned her eyes upwards, trading the soft, sparkling gaze of Jigglypuff for the hard, demanding one of Samus. Which she had to look over Marth's shoulder to find, the man muttering under his breath about the absurdity of letting animals freely walk upon tables before turning to face his back to it, Samus gyrating in his lap as he sat down. At which point she began to pick up and drop her hips, smoothly riding Marth's prick as she threaded her arms behind his neck.
"About what?" Wii Fit Trainer said peevishly.
"Why you're still mad at me. Why you're even mad at me in the first place!"
Wii Fit Trainer couldn't believe her ears. "Are you serious?"
"I don't see you looking at Peach like you wish she'd drop dead on the spot."
She couldn't believe the nerve of the woman, fucking right in front of her while trying to hold a serious conversation. Marth's grunts as he bucked up into Samus, coupled with moist claps of colliding flesh as he thrust cockmeat deep into her sex, quickly started to grate on Wii Fit Trainer's threadbare patience.
"Look," the woman said, appetite a thing of the past as she started rising to her feet, "if you still can't figure out why I'm pissed off we're done talking."
"I can't," Samus said, bouncing in Marth's lap. "All I did was get you fit and ready with some hardcore, no-nonsense training for your first match!"
"Your training had me hanging off the edge of a spaceship with lead for arms and Peach's butt shoved in my face!"
"Hey, you're the one who asked me to help you prepare for the tournament."
"Exactly!" Wii Fit Trainer shouted, slamming her hands down on the table. Jigglypuff, who'd shrunken as the heated exchange passed back and forth over her head, leapt a foot in the air with a loud squeak. "I asked for your help, Samus," Wii Fit Trainer said, pointing an accusatory finger at her, "instead you kept forcing me to do your stupid training programme even after I told you I wasn't comfortable with it. You're no better than that jackass Captain Falcon!"
The entire hall was quiet as Wii Fit Trainer stormed off. Samus, who'd had a retort ready and waiting on her lips, stared open-mouthed after the woman. When she finally closed it she blinked, several times, her eyes wandering from the table Wii Fit Trainer abruptly vacated to the floor as if in search of some explanation. When none was to be found, Samus set a hand to Marth's forearm.
"Stop. Let me up."
The look of pure confusion on the man's face might have been comical in any other circumstance. "But I am not yet finished."
"I'll paint your fucking brains across this table if you don't let me go. Right. Now."
It should have been difficult to take a woman riding his cock and bouncing her generous, creamy, stiff-nippled tits in his face seriously. This woman, however, was Samus. Marth found that he didn't have any trouble doing so whatsoever.
The man's length glistened with mingled juices, twitching in the open air for all to see as she got up off of him. Samus didn't look at it, or Marth; she didn't know where to look. Half the dining hall flinched when she clenched her fist, so tightly one could hear the material of her Zero Suit stretch and whine in the nervous silence. Never had such a breath of relief been released at the sight of a tall, attractive, half-naked woman with all her tight, lewd holes on wanton display finally leaving the room.

Wii Fit Trainer threw herself heart and soul into her afternoon classes, doing her best to maintain upbeat enthusiasm. Letting what happened over lunch get to her was far from professional, and she didn't even want to deal with it personally. So even she had managed to work up quite a sheen of perspiration by the end of the session, taking the class through an advanced beginner's aerobics routine. The studio smelt like armpits but Wii Fit Trainer for the most part was pleased with how things had gone, moving towards a bench to collect her towel and bottle of water. Which, she noticed then, was shuddering.
Perfectly in time with a distant thump, thump.
"Does anyone else hear that?" Roy asked, the red-haired swordsman sweating bullets underneath the full armour he steadfastly refused to remove.
Muttering started up amongst the group of funky smelling Smashers; Wii Fit Trainer meanwhile was staring at the bottle of water, its contents trembling before her eyes. She'd seen a movie like this before. None of this was a good sign.
Thump. Thump.
And now it was getting louder. As it got closer. And Wii Fit Trainer was certain it was not the suddenly loud beat of her heart in her ears she was mistaking the sound for. Those were definitely footsteps. Her class had already crammed themselves into the studio doorway to find out who they belonged to.
"GRAAAGH!"
"Bowser, no!"
Oh.
"Out of my way, Peach. I'll deal with you later!"
"Stop this instant!"
"Never! WII FIT TRAINER!"
Shit.

"Lord Bowser, l – let's be reasonable about this."
"Reasonable?" the giant Koopa roared, advancing on the even paler woman step by earthquaking step. "I gave you seven days to make me fit!"
"It's only been three!" Wii Fit Trainer said shrilly. "Or four, five? I can't keep count in here!"
"Too bad! Your time's up, woman. You failed and I'm hungry."
Now Wii Fit Trainer really started to panic. "W-Wait. Wait!"
Patience, however, was not a virtue Bowser understood. Black smoke belched out of his maw, flecks of flame sparking to life as the Koopa's lips peeled back to fully reveal hugely intimidating teeth. Away from which Wii Fit Trainer was backtracking down the length of the corridor as fast as she could. Because apparently neither sound argument nor the host of Smashers trying desperately to pull/push the Koopa King away was going to stop him. Bowser simply dragged along those yanking on his stunted tail and marched right through the half a dozen or so – Peach included – with their hands set to his scaly underbelly.
"Just give me some more time," Wii Fit Trainer pleaded, watching six pairs of dug in heels scrape uselessly along the floor, "I can make it work!"
Bowser was not to be reasoned with. "Too late. Get in my belly!"
Wii Fit Trainer screamed as something suddenly flew overhead, tripping backwards and falling flat on her sweaty, tightly clenched butt. That something was a brown, furry mass of testosterone fuelled gorilla, swinging arms like tree trunks and pounding on a chest as wide and thick as DK barrels. When he launched his massive frame forward at full tilt it was the first time Bowser's momentum reversed direction.
"Here, quick," spoke a voice in Wii Fit Trainer's ear that made her jump, "on your feet."
It was Zelda who had come to her side, an arm underneath hers helping Wii Fit Trainer to stand. But before she could even think to thank the woman of presently severe disposition, something suddenly flew overhead once more. In the opposite direction.
That something was the singed, half-conscious form of Donkey Kong as Bowser quite literally blew him away.
"Pathetic," the King roared, eyes fiercely red. "Nothing can stop me. I'm coming for you, Wii Fit Trainer!"
And he was certainly coming, with each step the Koopa took closer seeming to increase in size. And possibility became actuality when Bowser's shell grew wide enough to scrape against the corridor to either side of him, silver-tipped spikes gouging with a piercing screech into the walls like claws down an ancient chalkboard.
"Stay back," Zelda said to the thoroughly ashen Wii Fit Trainer, moving in front of her. The Hylian Princess stood proud, regal and stern in Bowser's indomitable path, smoke now freely billowing from his jaws. "You will not get past me, foul beast."
"The foulest!" Bowser snarled, and with a single gargantuan claw he swept aside the magical barrier Zelda erected before him. And her with it, to the tune of a cascade of shattering glass. The woman lay slumped against the wall, and suddenly nothing stood between the King and his prey. Wii Fit Trainer decided this was the opportune moment to scream. And stumble backwards as fast as she could.
The corridor, unfortunately, was not infinite.
"Please," Wii Fit Trainer cried with her back pressed to the wall. So completely did panic grip the trembling woman that she failed to recognise the corridor turned both left and right and she had plenty of avenue to continue running for her life. "Please don't eat me!"
The Koopa King's massive shadow engulfed her long before he was even in physical reach. A malevolent grin was the only response he gave to her final plea. This was it. This was the end. Or rather, it would have been.
"Bowser!"
The enormous Koopa turned his flattened, smoking snout in the direction of the voice. As too did Wii Fit Trainer. And all the Smashers Bowser dragged down the corridor with him, turning to the knight in shining armour who had come to the rescue of a practically ghost-white fitness instructor moments away from wetting herself. And in her panicked state Wii Fit Trainer didn't even recognise her saviour, for her face and golden hair were both tucked beneath the helmet she had not seen worn since the day she had first set foot in the Mansion.
"Samus," Bowser helpfully supplied, with a vicious snarl that vibrated right through Wii Fit Trainer's bones. She inadvertently peed a little.
The armoured woman's voice filtered out of her helmet in genderless monotone. "Your next step will be your last."
The Koopa King laughed as she stood between him and his prey. "Ha! What makes you think you can stop me?"
"Because I have put down both monsters and mechanical monstrosities ten times your size before." The armoured woman tilted her head as she spoke, as though trying to process the words of a naïve child. "You have forgotten who I am, Bowser." She took a step towards him. "Let me remind you."
"I am Samus Aran," she said, "born on the planet K-2L to Rodney and Virginia Aran. Orphaned at the age of three by a Space Pirate invasion led by General Ridley, the nigh immortal dragon I to this day have bested six times."
Peach, who had come to stand at the woman's shoulder, began frowning. "I thought it was three times."
"Don't believe Sakamoto's lies."
The Princess frowned even deeper. "Who is Sakamo -?"
"Anyway!" Samus cut in with a dismissive gesture, turning her attention back to Bowser as just behind him a ruffled Hylian woman slowly picked herself up off the floor. "You ask how I can stop you. I am the daughter of the Chozo, a warrior forged in the hellish heat of Norfair. Entire planets burn as I leave them. Entire species have been wiped out of existence by my hand."
A hand she now lifted as Zelda joined her side, pointing a menacing silver-green arm cannon directly between Bowser's eyes. And it began to vibrate, generating blue-white light that swelled to fill the armament's wide, circular barrel. A fierce chill spiked the air in the woman's vicinity, tendrils of ice creeping down the length of the cannon. Samus lifted her left hand to her jaw as the temperature around them began to plummet. From behind her, Wii Fit Trainer watched long golden hair spill out from underneath the woman's dissipating helmet.
"I'll put an end to you, Bowser," Samus said quietly, with her own voice, as she glared at him with narrow green eyes filled with promise, "once and for all. So take one more step, and I'll make sure no one even remembers how to spell your family name."
The Koopa King stared down at her for a long moment, blackening the walls with nostril-smoke. "Jeez," he eventually growled, looking away, "it wasn't even that serious. Can't even put a little fear of Bowser into someone these days..."
Samus lowered her arm cannon as the Koopa deflated and turned away, trudging back up the corridor muttering under his sulphuric breath. "Brrr," Peach said in his absence, hugging herself, "did you have to use the Ice Beam?"
"Like a wise man once said: It's super effective." Samus turned to her left. "Zelda, are you -?"
"I'm fine."
"You look like you've been through a spin cycle."
"I'm fine," the Princess practically hissed, though it was certainly true that she'd seen better days. Her normally well kept hair was very much out of place and her royal gown torn at the shoulder. Not to mention the look on her face. So Samus wisely decided not to mention it.
Instead, as Smashers moved to congregate around a severely dazed Donkey Kong whose eyes seemed to be tracking invisible bananas hovering around his head, the tall, armoured blonde looked behind her. Where Wii Fit Trainer had slid down the wall, blankly staring down the corridor with her knees pinched tightly together around a suspect patch of moist darkness between her legs.
"Sorry about that," Samus said simply.
The pale woman swallowed and nodded.
"And...I'm really sorry about earlier. About yesterday. About, well, everything."
"That's okay," Wii Fit Trainer said, with a voice like a hoarse mouse. What a terrifying creature that would be.
"And you," Samus said, rounding on Peach who at least had the decency to look ashamed. "No more farting in people's mouths, that's disgusting. In fact, you apologise too."
"Sorry..." Peach muttered, like a child caught with a hand in the cookie jar. Silly kid ought to have known the jar was for cookies.
"And Zelda -"
"What?"
"Who the hell is that?"
All four women turned in the direction Samus was now pointing – to see another approaching from one of the adjoining corridors. And she had the hands of the Mansion's two angelic boys held firmly in her own. Pit looked bashful, Dark Pit furious, and behind them was Daisy, looking like a jealous cat whose cream had been taken away before she'd gotten a proper taste. By a young woman with long green hair down to the back of her knees and a enviably slim, curvy figure beneath a sheer white dress.
"Hello ladies," she said, flashing each of them a charmingly pretty smile, "I'm Palutena, the Goddess of Light."
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