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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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Paperwork was the bane of Dr. Mario's existence. For starters, the man couldn't read. Well, that was pretty much the sole reason. No matter how much he protested the fact however, the Mansion's proprietor insisted that it be completed and filed accordingly. Otherwise the license bestowed upon him (not necessarily through the proper legal channels) would immediately be revoked, and the good doctor was fond of his work. So he enlisted aid.

That aid came in the form of Peach.

The Princess hovered over Dr. Mario's desk in his office as she read aloud the reports and such put before her. Not that she understand even half of the contents, but Peach was more than happy to offer a helping hand along with a pair of eyes that didn't turn words into unintelligible inky smush a second or two after looking at them. The doctor, sat beside her, signed off on the papers as Peach indicated. He enjoyed, in the meantime, a firm, silken grip stroking up and down the length of his prick.

"Much appreciated," Dr. Mario said as he scrawled his signature once more, the Princess moving the last of the reports to sit atop the pile gathered at the edge of the desk afterwards. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Peach."

She giggled. "Oh, you flatter me, doctor!"

"I'm serious," he said, taking the woman's hands as he turned in his chair to face her. "In fact, what would you say to being my assistant, officially?"

Peach gasped, pink glossy lips forming the poutiest of circles. "You mean I'd get to be a nurse?"

Dr. Mario was thinking more of a fulltime paper pusher, but perhaps that would be wasteful. The Princess' pair of hands swivelling around the meaty pole sprung to rigid salute were making quite a convincing argument. Particularly when a thumb and finger circled just underneath his spongy cock-crown, caressing sensitive flesh pulled taut by a loose fist gliding down the doctor's shaft with a silky whisper. Which then dug between the separated zipper teeth of his pants in search of buried, sweaty treasure, fondling a tight, hot purse of leathery skin heavy with a pair of freshly bloated nuts.

"Sure, why not."

Peach would've clapped her joy had Dr. Mario's hands not clasped her wrists together as he began pumping his hips. Instead, she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you! I can't wait. Do I get to wear a coat like yours?"

"Uh, no," Dr. Mario said, pushing up into her hands, "nurses wear dresses. Besides, you'll look much better in one of those."

Much less fuss when it came to fulfilling her duties too. Peach seemed to agree, blonde locks bouncing against her shoulders as she nodded with clear enthusiasm.

"Great! So when do I start?"

As soon as the good doctor finished, and he was already well on the way. Hips bucking and cock thrusting, the seat underneath him rattled as Dr. Mario finally peaked, the blushing crown of his meat poking out of the top of Peach's interlaced fingers and pulsing like a warning siren. Said warning, however, came too late for the Princess to do anything about the spew of white that splattered down all over her gloves. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at the hot, sticky mess.

"Wow, there's so much!"

And more where that came from. Well perhaps not right away; that was the third load of the day Peach had wrung out of him. Perhaps all that paperwork was more of a boon than the doctor gave it credit for.

Palutena was being watched. It was an odd feeling; she was usually the one doing the watching. The Goddess knew, of course, that she had an audience. It didn't worry her, but she couldn't help but feel a little nervous, evident in the way she gripped her royal sceptre as she herself served as an audience for a different sort of spectacle. That being the virtual contest of strength and wits her favourite angel was currently taking part in.

Standing beside the leftmost of the four pods situated abreast of each other, Palutena was turned towards the large holo-display at the front of the room which showcased the tournament match taking place with impressive fidelity, such that the Goddess could see the stark fright in Pit's eyes as he fled from a firebreathing Koopa. If only she could grant him the Power of Flight, as the angel was chased right off the edge of the battlefield's platform. Palutena laid a hand to his pod and whispered encouragement.

It would not have been words wasted on her audience. A throat pulsed, failing to whet confidence upon a tongue that had grown numb, thick and all around useless. Certainly not the case between the legs, mind. Mostly likely because its host's eyes had never been laid on a goddess before. Palutena was, to put it simply, beautiful. Beyond description. But why not give it a go anyway.

From the back, Palutena was a glorious train of luxurious long locks. Greener than the most verdant fields of summer grass her hair was lusciously thick, spilling down the length of the Goddess' body in glossy waves with nary a strand out of place, and as though they had been washed in pure sunlight her tresses positively gleamed from crown to perfectly trimmed end, swayed gently by a murmuring breeze all other ears were deaf to.

From the side...good Goddess indeed. She was breathtaking. A vision. A -

"Would you stop that?"

That was Ness, standing beside Lucas, beside whom was crouched a whipsering Wii Fit Trainer, who immediately clapped a hand to her mouth. Fortunately, Palutena hadn't heard her. Unfortunately, Wii Fit Trainer had no idea what she was even doing here in the first place. Sometimes the Mansion just had a way of having you show up somewhere you had no intention of being. Almost like it was planned. The boys quickly shooed her off to wherever that would be next. With convenient timing, it turned out.

"You two aren't going to just stand there all day, are you?"

Ness and Lucas looked at each other, then gulped in unison. They probably would have, hoping for a mere whiff of Palutena's floral scent as she left the room with a defeated (it looked to be the most likely outcome) Pit in tow. The Goddess had more to offer than that of course.

"I don't bite. You can come closer."

The boys dumbly nodded as Palutena flashed a warm smile over her shoulder. They swallowed and took a step forwards. Ness reached for Lucas' hand. Who looked down when their fingers brushed together and promply froze on the spot. Palutena frowned.

"Are you two...?"

"NO!"

Palutena blinked. "I mean, I won't judge -"

"We like girls!" Lucas cried out.

The Goddess slowly raised her hands in surrender. "Okay. Okay. I believe it."

They practically scampered up to her after that. Palutena couldn't stop herself from crouching in front of them, smoothing her dress underneath her knees. They were so cute, standing there fidgeting with each other's hands. "So," Palutena said, pointing first at the apple-red capped boy, "Ness and...Luke?"

"Lucas," he corrected.

"Oh, I'll try to remember that," the Goddess promised. "Anyway, what can I do for you both?"

Lucas looked away, blushing so fiercely Palutena thought he might pass out on the spot. Ness finally managed to work up the courage to answer in his stead.

"We...we want to play...with your hair."

It was a short moment before Palutena broadly smiled. "Oh, boys! If I understood the rules right, you don't have to ask, remember?"

And with that the Goddess stood to her feet, whirling around on the spot to give Ness and Lucas her back. And whipping a sheet of soft, silky hair into their faces at the same time. Palutena could practically hear a pair of boyish erections spring into being. Her nervousness fell away as she turned back to the holo-display, just a hint of a curved grin finding her chaste lips.

"You can play all you want."

Fortunately, Dr. Mario had a pink nurse's uniform on hand, though only thanks to a prior laundry incident where something red had ended up amongst a load of ordinary scrubs. Peach wasn't complaining, it looked pretty. The doctor placed the folded dress in her hands and sent the Princess off to change out of her royal one. Of course, he then realised that he'd need to accompany her to point out the particulars. Presentation was important.

Peach was grateful for the help, she'd never done this before after all. First the Princess learned that she needed to swap out her elegant, cum-stained elbow gloves and glittering gold tiara for cheap, traditional disposables and a nurse's cap respectively – both of which also happened to be pink. Secondly, for hygienic reasons, she could no longer wear her bright yellow locks long while working in the infirmary. Dr. Mario was happy to help her Peach tie it up into a thick tail that dangled between her shoulders, returning his hands to her waist afterwards.

"Do I need to take off my earrings too?" Peach asked, pointing to the giant blue baubles attached to her lobes.

"You can keep them on," Dr. Mario replied after a moment's deliberation, "they shouldn't get in the way."

Neither would her uniform, a function the good doctor was currently putting to test. A one-piece affair that ended just above Peach's knees, the dress sported a long split up the back which – coupled with a convenient lack of panties – made for minimal fuss when Dr. Mario proceeded to whip out his thermometer and check the nurse's temperature. He found the reading to be quite agreeable.

"How do I look?" Peach asked excitedly, posing for inspection.

"Like a woman of the working world; a somewhat odd one where multitasking had an altogether different meaning. Tight around the chest like it was a size too small, Peach's bust was a prominent curve underneath the pink fabric of her new dress – a dress out of which long, creamy legs extended down into simple pink slippers, also in the moment happening to expose the back of slim thighs along with a pair of royal buns that jiggled softly with the rhythmic impact of Dr. Mario's -"

"Hey, who let you in here? Do you have an appointment?"

Wii Fit Trainer blinked, then blanched, blushing in fierce embarrassment afterwards. Her head swiftly disappeared from the crack in the door, leaving confused silence behind.

"She's weird," Peach said, rocking forwards off the end of the doctor's thorough examinations.

"And you're ready," he told her, gripping onto the woman's hips, "to take...your first...shift!"

"Oh!" Peach cried. "How delightful!"

Dr. Mario's thoughts entirely, as he brought the test to its climactic conclusion.

"Pittoo."

No response.

"Pittoo?"

Absolute silence.

"Pittoo!"

A reaction: the angel flipped a page of his new magazine and continued reading.

"Pittoo is not here at the moment, and will never be. But feel free to waste your time leaving a message after the tone anyway."

Palutena folded her arms and waited. When the angel eventually glanced up at her, she arched an eyebrow. Dark Pit rolled his eyes.

"Beep."

"Pittoo is a much cuter name than 'Dark Pit'," the goddess rattled off immediately, "why can't you just accept -?"

"Beep. Your message has failed to be delivered."

Palutena pursed her lips. "I can't believe I came all the down from Skyworld to have this same exact argument with you."

"I don't recall anyone asking you to in the first place."

Dark Pit shouted out when the goddess twisted his ear.

"Anyway," Palutena said as the fuming angel pulled away from her, "be a kind boy and take me on a tour of the Mansion."

"After you just tried to rip my ear off?"

The goddess innocently smiled. "I wasn't trying."

Dark Pit huffed. "Get lost."

"What?"

"I said," Dark Pit said, "get lost. In the Mansion. Which you can tour all by yourself."

Palutena stared at the sulking angel for a long moment, then with a disapproving 'hmph' clicked her fingers and bestowed upon him the Power of Flight. Black-feathered stumps practically exploded into a dazzling pair of wings and Dark Pit's mouth formed Wii Fit Trainer's favourite letter of the alphabet as he was suddenly lifted into the air. Palutena turned him about to face her with a gesture of her finger, favouring the angel with her still raised eyebrow.

"Tell me all about it when you get back," the goddess said, and before Dark Pit could retort launched him through the open door of their newly shared bedroom. But not before snatching the magazine out his hands along the way.

"Palutenaaaaa...!"

She looked over the cover as the angel's infuriated voice quickly faded away. A single bright blue eye looked back at her in return, the other hidden completely beneath platinum blonde hair. The goddess wondered who she was. Well, besides the bold letters of the woman's name printed across the front of the magazine.

It was a matter to be deliberated later, if she even remembered. Palutena was itching to see more of this new place she was now, at least temporarily, calling home. After her sudden arrival and the meeting that followed, the Mansion's women were too busy to show the goddess anything more than the rooms she would be staying in. Obviously she'd seen it all during (prolonged) sessions of snooping from her Skyworld abode, but to witness it in person was different. A blink of light following an imaginary coin flip later and Palutena had teleported. Outside it appeared. To the mild surprise of one particular man.

"Oh, my apologies," Palutena said, with the very slightest flush to her cheeks, "don't let me interrupt you."

Ryu stood there with a fist thrust forward, densely muscled and glistening with a opalescent sheen of sweat. His gi folded around his waist, the man's broad shoulders and sculpted pectorals - bronzed by countless hours of punching dragons underneath the hot sun – had the chaste goddess reaffirming her grip around the long, smooth, solid shaft of her royal sceptre.

"I'm just going to sit here and enjoy the view. Of the Mansion's grounds."

Ryu didn't necessarily nod, but there was a sense of acknowledgement in the way he turned back to his padded, outstretched fist. Palutena perched herself at the top of the steps leading up the Mansion's front doors as he resumed his training, Ryu guiding his limbs and body through solid, measured forms. The goddess, of course, watched with interest as beads of sweat dribbled down the shallow crevice of the man's spine. It was certainly much better seeing this in person.

Palutena didn't know how long she sat there watching Ryu, but as he slowly lowered his foot after performing a kick that likely would've sent the recipient's chin to the moon, the goddess spoke as if it hadn't been that long at all.

"Finished already?"

Ryu turned to her, shrugging an upper body of hyper-masculine perfection back into his gi. "I generally train for three hours. Today, I did four."

Palutena blinked. Then quickly snapped her fingers. That was quite a while she'd had Dark Pit zooming wildly around the Mansion. Ryu meanwhile had taken to the Mansion's steps. For a moment Palutena thought he was going to walk right past her. Until, with seemingly utter nonchalance, he produced from loose pants an erect pillar of flesh.

"So," the man asked, looking right at her, "how does this work?"

"You...you were there this morning, at my official welcoming," Palutena eventually told Ryu's penis, before coming to herself and dragging her eyes up to meet his. "I can perform a number of 'jobs', as humans like to call them, so long as it doesn't involve penetration."

Ryu frowned. "I'm a simple man, Goddess."

"Let's keep it simple then," Palutena replied, smiling as from beneath the split in the side of her dress she brought out a knee and pointed it up at the bright blue sky. Ryu got down onto one of his own with the goddess' gesture, shuffling forward closer to her. Close enough so that, with nothing more than verbal guidance from Palutena, the man could slot himself underneath her 'pit. The goddess' kneepit. The shallow depression at the back of the joint, sandwiched warmly between the meat of Palutena's thigh and calf.

The creases in Ryu's brow began to disappear. "It's soft," he said quietly.

It could be argued whether Palutena's smile was in fact a smirk. "I take good care of my skin. Now why don't you do what simple men do, and I'll...enjoy these beautifully crafted hedges."

The reason for the goddess' pause was the fact that with the first movement of his hips, Ryu's engorged cock-crown popped out from underneath her 'pit. Followed slowly by the full length of his shaft. And Palutena watched every inch of it slide through her knee, an iron bar of flesh that branded her pale skin with masculine heat – and on its return journey smeared the warm, meaty cushion of her calf and thigh with evidence of Ryu's virility. Not the final chapter, not yet; only a sticky prelude.

Palutena tore her eyes away as the man began to thrust faster, facilitated by a firm, two-handed grip on her leg. This was the part where the goddess ignored what Ryu was doing to her, right? Or with her rather. Because he was just using her to satisfy himself, as per the Mansion's rules. Males were forbidden from pleasuring themselves; that's what the women were for.

Trouble was, Palutena's virgin eyes were rather enjoying the sight.

Nurse Peach quickly learned that the infirmary was host to many strange daily occurences. Partway into her shift, for instance, Yoshi hobbled in complaining of a sore rear end. As per familiar request, the dinosaur laid a trio of eggs for Zelda as she prepared the Mansion's lunchtime meal; however, the last had apparently been quite the strenuous push. Given that Dr. Mario was at the time busy looking over another patient, it was left to Peach to put to use the breadth of her medical knowledge.

She confidently employed the 'kiss and make it better' principle.

Yoshi skipped out of the infirmary several minutes later, freshly rimmed butthole cured of its soreness. Marth stalked in seconds afterwards, claiming mental scarring after witnessing the dinosaur's egg laying incident first-hand. Or over Zelda's shoulder rather. Peach had no clue what to do as the man wildly raved and ranted about the sullied sanctity of the Mansion, but knew someone who would. Marth stomped out of the infirmary following the expert prescription of Daisy's mouth.

Fast forward to the present moment, where Peach was currently using hers to polish Dr. Mario's knob. Descending from royalty, the newly christened nurse was not used to the rigours of work besides lifting a finger to instruct someone else to do it for her. When she complained about being on her feet all day, the good doctor happily pushed Peach to her knees.

A firm hand around the base of the nurse's thick ponytail held her steady whilst the other held a chart in front of Dr. Mario's narrow eyes. One belonging to a patient who'd been lying unconscious in the infirmary for a week now. But before he could comment on it – to himself of course as Peach was in no position to reply - a new arrival, well, arrived. Followed by another. And another. And another. And -

"Hoopuhlims?"

Koopalings, that's what Peach was trying to say. But, you know, difficult to talk around a mouthful of meat. Either way as both doctor and nurse happened to be in the middle of the ward as the gang of miscreants made their entrance, Dr. Mario needed neither translation or, thankfully, to unplug Peach's mouth momentarily to understand who she was referring to. She did, however, in order to convey her surprise.

"Koopalings! What happened to you all?"

Of course, Peach had not been present when Bowser dished out his personal brand of corporal punishment upon the young Koopas who stood defiantly in his path. At her instruction no less. All the Princess-turned-Nurse saw before her now was seven young, snivelling kids rubbing the swollen buttocks their King spanked raw.

"Who did this to you?" she asked.

"B-B-Bowser!" Wendy cried.

And Peach remembered, fondly at first, having beaten the Koopa King over the head with a cast iron frying pan. That had been a highlight moment. Followed by her ordering the Koopalings to keep him locked up in his dungeon until Bowser learned some manners. She honestly hadn't thought about what he might do once he actually woke up though. Trying to eat Wii Fit Trainer alive was certainly no display of respectable values. Oh, she was going to have to teach that Koopa a lesson!

"But first I need to look after all of you," Peach declared, to Dr. Mario's dismay after having spent the past few moments tugging insistently on her hair. "Each of you to a bed," she said, getting to her feet, "the doctor and I will take care of you."

"I'm afraid that might have to wait," he said abruptly.

Peach turned with an argument ready; she undoubtedly owed the Koopalings after what they'd been unwittingly made to suffer. The words never left her lips when she realised what Dr. Mario was looking at. Or who, to be more specific. Whom, to be even more specific. The doctor stepped up to the patient's bedside, producing a penlight from his pocket. One the patient's eyes, while blearily opened, easily tracked as it was moved from left to right.

"I see," Dr. Mario muttered, leaning in close. "Can you hear me?"

It took a moment for the patient to reply, but when he did it was with quite the declarative.

"YES!"
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