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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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"Do you live in heaven?"

Occupying the first available room Samus could find, the six women sat or stood in a something of a wonky circle with one clear centre of attention. She had exchanged the hands of Pit and Dark Pit for a royal golden sceptre presently laid across her thighs, atop which floated a large sapphire orb. Palutena turned at the question's askance, smiling politely at the woman who posed it.

"My realm is called Skyworld."

"Oh," Peach said. "So you live in the clouds?"

"At least one of us does, I think."

Peach obliviously pressed on. "And you're really a goddess?"

"Through and through."

Peach blinked. "Through where?"

Palutena smiled again. "Yes, I am indeed a goddess."

"Oh, oh!" the Princess exclaimed then, clapping her hands together. "That means you can grant me three wishes!"

"Um, I think you've got her confused with genies, Peach," Wii Fit Trainer said tentatively, as standing beside her Samus dragged an armour-plated hand down her face.

"Genies?" the Princess said, looking very confused. "But then, what does a goddess do?"

"Steal all the fun," Daisy bitterly muttered. She had her arms tightly crossed, slouched into her chair with a sour glare aimed across the room.

"I like long walks at dusk, hot baths with an ice cream sundae to hand, and spying on Mankind," Palutena helpfully supplied. "That's actually my job."

"Why don't you tell us your age and preferences while you're at it," said Samus. With the straight look on the blonde's face it was hard to tell if she was being sarcastic. The goddess went ahead and answered her anyhow.

"I suppose in human years, my appearance is of a young woman in her early twenties; however, being what I am, I have watched many lifetimes pass by. As for my preferences, if I understand your meaning, well...I'm actually a virgin."

Silence filled the room, swiftly broken the squeak of upholstery as Daisy perked up and leaned forward in her chair.

"A jealous lover, more like."

"I don't know what you mean," Palutena replied.

Daisy smirked. "Pretend all you like, but I was there when Pit screamed your name."

A brunette head was passed back and forth between the two angelic boys, hands pressing the Princess' face down into young laps. Her throat held open in eager welcome, each dick emerged from her lips coated liberally in spit and rock hard with arousal. Despite the fingers wound tightly into her hair and the hips bucking against her mouth, it was a simple matter to tell who was in charge here. Daisy had been keeping Pit and his brother on edge for the past five minutes.

"So," she said in between cock flavoured slurps sloppy with her own drool, "which one of you is going to cum first?"

Normally a welcome prospect, both angels were instead trying their damnedest to hold off the inevitable. Because Daisy promised to kiss the loser full on the lips with a mouthful of spunk while holding her lovely butt cheeks open for the still well endowed winner. Which was how she managed to talk them into this in the first place, slowly lifting the fluffy hem of her skirt and swaying the grand prize in the boys' faces. Moments later her heels were pressed into the meat of her ass as Dark Pit growled acceptance of the challenge for both of them and pulled the Princess down to her knees.

She was presently bobbing up and down on his length, tongue poking out of her mouth and reaching for his balls. He gripped her head when she sank right to the root, prick swelling in her throat; however, Daisy had already decided who she wanted to win. She was a fan of tight fits and unfortunately Pit wasn't quite packing the necessary tools. So the Princess slipped out from under Dark Pit's hands, wrapped her thumb and forefinger just underneath his hot, engorged crown and promptly dived onto Pit's dick.

Dark Pit hissed as she squeezed down his oncoming orgasm. Pit, meanwhile, was having the last of his endurance sucked clean out of him.

"Oh Goddess!" the angel cried, throbbing between a pair of wet, tight lips. And then suddenly, with a flash of blinding light -

"You showed up," Daisy declared, pointing across the room like she'd just solved a murder case, "and ruined everything."

Evidenced by the large splotch of angel cum staining the front of her merigold dress, the result of Palutena pulling the Princess away just as Pit fired off his load.

"He sounded like he was in trouble," the goddess said in defence of herself. "I did what any good mother figure would do."

"Stop him having fun with someone else? Sounds pretty jealous to me."

"I prefer 'protective'," Palutena said, "especially considering what you were thinking at the time."

Daisy took pause. "You can read my -?"

"Wait, wait," Wii Fit Trainer interjected. "Mother figure?"

Palutena nodded. "The suggestion that I am a jealous lover is absurd. Pit is like a son to me. I would never engage in sexual activities with him."

"What about someone else?"

The goddess turned to Peach. "Pardon me?"

"Would you have sex with someone else?"

"...I did state earlier that I am a virgin, didn't I? A virgin goddess."

"That just means you haven't had sex yet," the Princess said, "like Wii Fit Trainer."

The pale woman blanched. "W-What? I've had plenty of sex, thank you very much."

"I mean real sex," Peach clarified, rolling her eyes. "It doesn't count if there isn't a dick."

"Peach," Samus cut in as an affronted Wii Fit Trainer opened her mouth.

"Yes?"

"Drop it."

The Princess threw her arms into the air. "So she gets to sit on her hands instead of jerking of cocks with them just because she's a goddess?"

"You assume she's staying," Samus said calmly.

Peach paused mid-tantrum, then looked at Palutena. "Are you?"

"I'm not even sure what this place is..."

Samus arched her brow. "Really? Considering you said it's your job to spy on us."

"Well, not you specifically."

"If Daisy's story is to be believed -"

"It is," the Princess readily confirmed.

" - I have to assume you at least knew the angels were here."

Palutena averted her eyes from Samus'. "Alright, I might have taken a peek or two."

Or three. Or four...hundred.

"But you'll have to explain to me what it is that goes on here," the goddess continued.

"This is the Smash Mansion," Samus told her, "where all the strongest fighters in the land congregate to beat the snot out of each other."

Palutena blinked as the woman fell silent. "Is...that all?"

"That's the gist of it."

"But that's not all you do here."

Samus tilted her head. "What else do we do?"

"Well, I've noticed that the women particularly seem to be...of service, to the males."

"And you said you weren't watching us."

Palutena sighed. "Alright, fine. I have. Your activites are very, um, intriguing."

"Do you want to join in?" Peach asked immediately.

The goddess coughed, clearing her throat. "What I'd like to do is keep a closer eye on Pit and Pittoo. If you can accommodate me in the meantime..."

"Oh, great," Daisy said, throwing up her hands too, "so now the angels are off the menu?"

"And this is why I need to be here," Palutena said confidently, "to stop the poor boys being taken advantage of."

Samus' brow arched again. "Right, sure. Well, if you are going to stay here you need to know the rules."

"Rules?"

"The Mansion's Free Use Policy," the blonde explained, "which forbids male self-pleasure and requires the women to be available to relieve sexual tension at any and all times."

"Everyone except lesbians," Peach helpfully added.

Samus laid a hand to Wii Fit Trainer's shoulder as the woman's jaw and fist simultaneously clenched. "I'll assume you want to be exempt from it," she said to Palutena, "given how adamant you are about your virginity."

"But if it's the rules -"

"There's enough of us here to handle to the responsibilities," Samus said, "especially with Daisy around."

The blonde missed a second set of jaws clench tightly as she spoke. The aforementioned Princess' smug, beaming smile however was bright enough to power a lightbulb.

"So if you want, we can go and give you an official welcome to the Mansion and let everyone know you're off-limits."

"Because that went so well the last time," Wii Fit Trainer muttered.

The goddess, however, aimed her eyes down at her lap. There was a slight rosy tint to her cheeks. "Actually, I think I might have an idea about that. One that lets me pull my weight without giving up my virginity."

Samus' brow arched a third time, curiosity piqued. And Palutena was sure to satisfy it.

"Zelda, we need to talk."

The door swung shut on the last of the women to leave the room, leaving only Samus and the Hylian brunette behind. The Princess had not uttered a single word over the course of the meeting, taking a seat in the corner that conveniently fell into partial shadow. One that didn't quite do its job in hiding the fiercely severe, tight-lipped expression Zelda wore. Everyone just avoided looking her direction.

"Do we?" the woman said, lifting cold blue eyes to meet Samus'.

"You've been sitting there with a face like you want to commit murder," the blonde replied. "Palutena probably thinks she'll need to sleep with one eye open tonight."

"I did not," Zelda said stiffly.

"And now you're looking at me that way," Samus said, arm and arm cannon folded across each other. "What's the problem? Let's hash this out."

"You know exactly what it is."

"If you're expecting me to apologise, Zelda, it's not going to happen. We needed more hands on dick and Daisy was our best bet. Or would you prefer to spend every other waking moment with your holes stuffed? Though I suppose I should say 'hole' in your case."

"We didn't need her -"

"Stop living in denial," Samus interrupted. "Daisy is the equivalent of a multi-socket plug with a clit for an on switch. If it was just left to you, myself and Peach – especially after Bowser started hogging her all to himself – we'd be on our hands and knees all day."

"That's how I want you," Zelda said quietly.

Samus stared at the Princess for a long moment, then sighed heavily. "You need to vent."

Zelda nodded.

"Will you stop being completely unreasonable afterwards?"

Zelda nodded, eventually.

"...Fine."

And with that Samus angled her arm cannon in front of her and began keying into a digital pad revealed by a panel sliding aside. The sound of mechanical whirring filled the room, punctuated by an elongated hiss as her Varia Suit began to open up. Parting neatly at the seams, the angled chest plate blossomed open to reveal creamy, teardrop breasts exposed by the cutout of Samus' Zero Suit. Zelda stood to her feet as the tall blonde stepped entirely out of her armour, torn dress flowing to her ankles and a certain look to her eye.

"So," Samus said, "how do you want me?"

The Hylian woman pointed. "Over the back of that."

Reasonable enough, Samus supposed as she walked over to it. She'd once been made to lie on her side and curl as tightly into a ball as she could without the aid of Chozo wizardry. Assuming the position required of her, Samus hugged the back of the chair, thighs spread until her knees met the plush armrests to either side. Her breasts rubbed against the upholstery as she presented the goods, tickling her nipples into hard pink nubs.

"Probably no use asking you to be gentle, huh," the blonde called over her shoulder.

"Hmm."

Samus blinked. Then turned to look behind her to confirm what she thought she'd just heard. Because only seconds before as she climbed up onto the chair had Zelda stood behind her, austere and silent. Now, there stood a man in tight fitting, navy blue garb and an assortment of bandages wrapped around his person. Most importantly, between his legs hung a flaccid, eleven inch prick, so thick around that the fingers and thumb of the man it belonged to could hardly meet when he gripped it at the root.

"Oh."

It was, incidentally, by way of this impressive piece of penile flesh that Samus had come to know Sheik as the alter-ego of one Hylian Princess. An encounter to be retold another time. Right now, the man was gazing intently upon Samus' proffered backside with certain intensity in his one visible eye. And then, when he slowly stroked his obscene meat upwards, Sheik revealed himself to be more than just a man. Samus glimpsed the sheen of arousal lining a tight, pink slit where a man's balls would hang as Sheik stepped forward.

The blonde flinched away when she felt a fat cockhead nuzzle between her cheeks, weeping thick trails of pre-cum against the clenched muscle of her anus. "Oh, no no no. Not there."

Sheik paused. Samus sensed the question in the air and answered quickly.

"Other hole. I'd rather not have my intestines turned inside it."

A second silence followed.

"Yeah, well, I've never had to take a pissed off Kirby back there," Samus said, reading the argument in Sheik's narrowed eye. "Look, take it or leave it. I'm not going to stay bent over this chair forev – ugh!"

Sheik took it. With an erect foot of cockmeat that pierced open smooth nether lips and sank hotly into the blonde's cunt.

Samus traipsed into the bedroom some hours later, heading straight for the walk-in closet to shed the Varia Suit and emerging with something of an odd step to her stride afterwards. Wii Fit Trainer immediately told her she needed a shower. The smell of cum trailed faintly in the air as the tall blonde headed for the bathroom.

She emerged from that to find Wii Fit Trainer perched on the edge of the bed, wearing little more than a thoughtful expression.

Both women were utterly stark naked, one wet and the other very much about to be. Because, as Wii Fit Trainer put, she felt that Samus owed her more than the simple verbal apology she'd offered earlier that day, especially considering what she'd gone through to get it. Forced to train until it felt like her limbs were about to drop off, the sanctity of her mouth virtually violated by Peach and finally, almost being eaten by a giant, angry Koopa. 'Sorry' just wouldn't cut it. Samus swallowed, damp in all the right places, and not just because she hadn't finished drying herself off after her shower -

"I hope you don't plan on giving detailed summaries all night."

Wii Fit Trainer looked down. Samus knelt in front of her, hands placed against pale inner thighs keeping Wii Fit Trainer's legs spread open. Her mouth however, which had been perfoming such wonderful work, now paused in order to jolt the woman out of her habitually unintentional monologue. Wii Fit Trainer lifted herself up off her elbows, the mattress' springs creaking as her toned core tightened with the movement. Her fingers slipped into Samus' locks - spun gold still heavy with lingering moisture – and combed back through the woman's long hair until she'd collected a messy bunch at the back of her head. "Don't worry about that," she said, and pushed the blonde down. "You just focus on apologising."

"Oom mphowwy."

Wii Fit Trainer moaned lighty, pulling Samus back up. "What was that?"

The blonde licked her glistening lips. "I said, I'm sorry."

Wii Fit Trainer looked at her for moment, then applied pressure to the back of Samus' head. "Say it again."

"Oom mphowwy."

The woman's pale toes curled as Samus' muffled voice vibrated through her. She pushed her down harder, tilting her own head back towards the dim ceiling. "Again."

Samus complied, the sounds escaping her throat barely distinct as she pressed her mouth over Wii Fit Trainer and pushed an eager tongue deep inside her. The woman couldn't help but gasp, groping her chest like it was made of dough.

"One more..."

Samus wasn't even saying anything by this point, just humming long and loud as she worked Wii Fit Trainer's folds. It would've been enough, if Wii Fit Trainer had let her continue. She had other ideas in mind however.

It was Samus' turn to gasp when the woman pulled hard on her hair, a thin line of spit connecting the tip of her tongue and Wii Fit Trainer's pussy. It promptly broke as she tugged on the blonde's head, drool lacing down Samus' chin. "That was a good effort," Wii Fit Trainer murmured, taking the woman's wrists in hand one after the other and folding her arms behind her back, "but I want you to spell it out. Right here."

Samus' gaze turned down as Wii Fit Trainer tapped a finger right above her clit. The small, erect nub glistened pink even in the low light. Samus didn't waste any time leaning forward, only to whine softly when she was held back. "I wasn't finished," Wii Fit Trainer told her, and now that Samus' hands were no longer keeping her legs parted she could wrap them around the woman's broad back, trapping her arms in place. "You're going to take your time," she said, stroking the woman's hair, "make sure I can make out every single letter. Got it?"

Samus nodded. "Like this?" she asked, and poked out her tongue to demonstrate a small, slow flick of the tip. She hadn't even touched her and Wii Fit Trainer shuddered. The blonde tilted her head so her cheek could rest warmly on the pale thigh looped across her shoulder, faux innocence shining in her eyes. "Or...like this?" Samus suggested, and for the first time since they had met showed Wii Fit Trainer she could roll her tongue. The gap between the fleshy edges was the perfect size for her clit.

Wii Fit Trainer grinned. "I like you," she said, and then she let Samus off the leash.

"'O' is my favourite letter."

"I'm glad we're learning new things about each other."

"Right? It's great."

Samus laughed. "You didn't even let me get to 'R'. I had a good one up my sleeve for that."

"Couldn't help it," Wii Fit Trainer replied, 'O' felt too good."

"And your 'O' almost knocked you flat," Samus said, looking down at the woman whose head rested in her naked lap.

Wii Fit Trainer closed her eyes and smiled. "Thank you very much."

"You know, I really am sorry about everything, fun and games aside."

"Yeah," Wii Fit Trainer said, "though maybe it was my fault to begin with."

"How so?"

"I should've listened to Zelda when she told me not to come to you for help."

Samus rolled her eyes. "Oh, of course."

"What's the history there?" Wii Fit Trainer asked.

"I was the first woman here," Samus told her. "Zelda and Peach turned up around the same time not too long afterwards and Zelda in particular came to me for advice about a lot of things. Such as how to prepare for the tournaments. I offered my help and it went..."

"Poorly?"

"That's too generous a word," the blonde replied.

"So you two fell out?"

"Oh yeah, and let me tell you, Zelda can be so stroppy when she wants to be."

"But you made up."

"Yeah," Samus sighed, "after I let her...vent her feelings."

"Sounds like she really put you through the wringer," Wii Fit Trainer chuckled.

Samus frowned. "The what?"

"Oh, it's an old Earth saying," Wii Fit Trainer explained, "means someone gave you a hard time."

Samus wryly nodded. "She definitely gave it to me hard."

"Is everything okay between you now? You stayed behind after the meeting to talk."

"I talked; Zelda vented."

Wii Fit Trainer frowned. "What's the difference?"

"About twelve inches."

"...Huh?"

"Maybe I'll let you in on it one day," Samus said, stroking her hair, "but for right now I just want to take a nap before my shift starts."

"Ah ah," Wii Fit Trainer cut in, sitting up quickly, "I haven't made you cum yet. Lie down."

"Afterwards. I -"

"It wasn't a request," Wii Fit Trainer said. "I'm going to make you cum."

Samus blinked, staring for a long moment at the slim, smaller woman she could very well punt right off the bed with a nudge of her toe. Instead, she slowly smiled.

"Yes, ma'am."
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