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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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"Correct form is very important. The body is quick to pick up new habits and you want to teach it the good ones."
Wii Fit Trainer was taking her third class of the day, and rather than jumping straight into the deep end she had instead decided on rebuilding the shaky foundations of her clients. Rectifying poor posture was top of her list of priorities and so the woman was having her classes work through a strenuous series of stretches. Some of the guys couldn't even stand up straight. Sure Lord Bowser bore a massive, ancient shell on his back whose silver-tipped spikes probably weighed more individually than Wii Fit Trainer's personal dumbbell collection, but that was no excuse (!) she called after him, as he stomped petulantly out of the gym.
Aside from that, Wii Fit Trainer's first two sessions went rather well. She had been waiting since the initial five minutes of the first for her luck to run out.
"Stretching is for sissies. When are we going to lift some iron, baby!?"
Wii Fit Trainer clenched her teeth. "Once you show me you can lift your own bodyweight off the mat without arching your back like a spoon, Falcon."
"That's Captain to you, Miss Fit," the boisterously loud man returned. "Show some respect!"
"Sure, when you stop disrupting my class and earn it," Wii Fit Trainer shot back. "You haven't attempted to perform a single exercise correctly or follow my instructions. Why are you even here?"
"I'm here to help you, Miss Fit!"
She blinked. Captain Falcon flexed. "What?"
"I can feeeeel your resolve crumbling even as we speak. Every second your eyes study this glorious body makes you question how foolish you've been to deny yourself the comfort of a man. A real man, such as I!"
"Oh, I see," Wii Fit Trainer said plainly. "Well I'd like to deny myself a little longer, so if you would be so kind as to show yourself out."
"On the contrary," the man replied, "I'll show myself in."
The room, already filled with tension, now found its occupants dangling off of tenterhooks as Captain Falcon began swaggering his way to the front. Wii Fit Trainer threw up her hands, heart pounding its way up into her throat even while she tried to maintain her composure.
"You stay right there, Falcon," the woman warned. "Take another step and I will have to perceive your intent as threatening and act to defend myself."
The Captain laughed in her face. "Ha! I laugh in your face, Miss Fit! Take your best shot. You couldn't put a single scratch to this mighty, manly body if you even tried!"
The woman took a deep breath, bending her knees and sinking her hips, turning her body slightly off-centre. And then, with a sharp exhalation of breath, snapped her right foot forward like a speeding Bullet Bill.
"The sound was like a busted subwoofer with the bass cranked all the way up to full blasting out a single note that reverberated through the floor like the groan of tectonic plates scraping sub-surface meat of the bones of the planet. Which was merely the first five seconds of a home-made CD track one of Wii Fit Trainer's colleagues once brought into work. And that was just the sound created when a nondescript soccer ball dropped out of an inexplicably convenient tear in time and space aligned perfectly to connect with the woman's foot."
Wii Fit Trainer abruptly fell quiet. To describe the sound that ball made when it struck Captain Falcon's would actually be a breach of human rights.
So after brief deliberation, she went over and murmured quietly into Yoshi's ear.

Thump thump.
The rosy cheeked yellow mouse tilted its cute little head; Yoshi was even more animated than usual, rapid, tone deaf blabbering filling the room. Pikachu, sitting in quite the comfy chair in the corner, leaned forward with widening eyes as Yoshi excitedly retold the story. He could hardly believe his large, pointy, black-tipped ears!
"Pikachu?!"
"Yosh, Yoshi!"
Thump thump!
The burgundy coffee table in the middle of the room creaked underneath the weight perched on top. Confused, bright blue eyes swung between Yoshi and Pikachu as their chatter continued.
"Pika, Pi. Pika!"
"Yosh yosh!"
"Peach!"
The Princess' attempted foray into the conversation went ignored. She sighed and went back to happily rocking back and forth on the pinkish shaft of a dinosaur schlong.

"Link, be a dear and pass me the eggs."
Grunting his acquiescence to the request, the young man duly reached across the counter for the egg-laden carton. Zelda received it with a short word of gratitude, to which Link both grunted and bowed deeply as he bunched the woman's flowing skirts around her waist.
"Now, what kind of cake am I baking?"
"Nnghn."
"As much as you might favour it, I grow weary of sponge," Zelda replied. "Come now, Link, suggest another."
"Rrng hya?"
The Princess sighed, and allowed her feet to parted just an inch further. "In matters of culinary enlightenment, you are hopeless. I suppose I must refer to my book of classic Hyrulian recipes for ideas."
Link had to waddle behind her when Zelda promptly turned and crossed the kitchen. He managed to get in a few slick thrusts as she reached up to pull down a thick tome from a shelf. Then it was back across the kitchen to where the woman had set up shop; however, Link waddled too slowly and slipped out, to which Zelda gave no reaction. Neither did her expression change when he corrected the error, Zelda poring over her recipe book. She acted as though she barely felt him at all. Now Link was small, but not that small. Besides, this behaviour was nothing out of the ordinary for the Princess. Link was not alone in taking comfort from the fact that Zelda ignored basically everyone.
"Ah. That's it!" the woman proclaimed, making Link privy to a rare, expressive moment of excitement, and to which the only reply he could give in turn was -
"Hnnngh!"
- with his hips pressed flush against Zelda's backside, his face slackening post climax. Of course, Zelda hadn't been speaking to him at all. Link pulled her silk white panties quickly back into place before she could leak out onto the floor.
"I'll will try my hand at this one," the Princess declared, her finger poised halfway down the page of the recipe book atop the colourful image of a multi-layered dessert. Link was already salivating as he took a peek over her shoulder. And down the front of her dress. The tease of woman's modest cleavage left him wanting.
It wasn't long before her skirts were back around her waist.

Mario, the rotund Italian of short stature, was a wearer of many hats. Partly because he secretly had a thing for hats. Chiefly, however, it was because he was the all around handyman, so for the most part everyone simply left the constantly refreshing list of tasks to be done around the Mansion to him. Which should have been a great source of frustration for the man - at least, perhaps it would have been at any other moment. He had enlisted help.
"Luigi, I'm running out of sealant. Go to the supply room -"
"The supply room?! B-b-but that's d-down in the -"
"There's nothing down there, little brother," an exasperated older brother interrupted.
"Then you go!"
"Sweet pepperoni pizza, just bring the vacuum with you if you're that scared."
"Ah - gluck - kaaa - gluck - nggoh!
Both men looked down at the blonde woman kneeling on the cool bathroom tiles between them. A glistening string of drool sagged under its weight as Luigi let her up off of his meat. "What was that?"
"I can go!" Peach repeated cheerily, pumping her hands along the brothers' shafts. "I don't mind."
"You're busy," Mario replied, and pushed her face down onto his crotch. "Luigi, stop being ridiculous. We've still got the third floor toilets to do after this."
"Fine, but I get to bring Peach!"
Mario narrowed his eyes at the younger man; he really needed that sealant. "You drive a hard bargain, Luigi."
"Take it or leave it."
Mario sighed, and decided 'fuck it'. The woman's mouth, that is. Wrapping his fingers under her chin, the man hunched over her head and had choking sounds bouncing off the walls moments later. Peach's hands beat weakly against his legs as the man plugged her throat. "Ayeeeee!" Mario wheezed, tools rattling in the pockets of his overalls. Peach's large eyes scrunched tightly as his hips began to buck.
Mario panted heavily afterwards, painting patchy streaks of lipstick along his shaft when he withdrew from the Princess' stretched mouth. "There you go," he said, passing the woman off with a helpful nudge in his brother's direction.
A dazed look was plastered to her face as Luigi pulled Peach up onto her feet, and then picked her feet up off the ground. "Oh!" she gasped, when he fit himself snugly inside her. Her ankles crossed almost immediately behind his back, an instinctive response. Luigi looked quite pleased with himself. So pleased he began thrusting where they stood. Until an irritable Mario threw obscenities at him. And the empty sealant can. A spanner too.
Luigi took the hint.

Despite her meticulous nature when it came to details, Zelda had been forced to improvise a little with preparing the mixture for her cake. In a rare moment, she made a mistake, incorrectly measuring out one of the ingredients. Of course, the incident had nothing to do with Link bumping her elbow. Similarly, there was no ulterior motive behind her making the suggestion to the young man that perhaps he had better things to do than hang around the kitchen.
Anyhow, the cake now sat in the ovens, set to the appropriate temperature. While she waited, Zelda took herself off to the Mansion's study, choosing carefully a book from the well stocked shelves to peruse in the meantime. The dry, stiff pages of the novel flipped aside under precise scrutiny as the Princess stood before the window, offered a magnificent view of the Mansion's trimmed lawns. The princely Marth, somewhat effeminate in features, seemed eager to share it with her.
"Yosh! Yoshi, Yoshi!"
The dinosaur's distinct cry rang through the corridor outside. Zelda flicked a glance over her shoulder just in time to see an orange booted, ridge-backed green shape barrel past the study's open door.
"Unsightly creature," Marth muttered, as its excited chatter gradually grew quieter.
Zelda clicked her tongue. "Mind your words. You are a Hero-King."
"One with no right to express a most harmless thought?"
The Princess allowed herself to tilt forward modestly at the waist via the man's purchase on her shoulder. "Keep such thoughts to yourself, otherwise they shall bring about discord. Besides, the creature's existence is not so disagreeable."
Marth harumphed. "He has been running about the Mansion in the most uncouth manner all day. No matter how upright they stand, wild animals should be kept without the walls of the civilised. That is where they belong!"
"Hush now," Zelda said, an aloft leaf of her book trembling as the man vigorously expressed his disdain. Yoshi's voice was bouncing down the corridor once more, rising in volume. The dinosaur paused briefly - conveniently just outside the door to the study, a floppy eared, duck-carrying dog in tow. Zelda witnessed their exchange of unintelligible noises before the pair scampered off. Marth, meanwhile, huffed irritably. And puffed as his hips smacked against a pert, warm rump.
"I do wonder sometimes what their conversation entails," the Princess mused, returning to her book.
Marth scoffed breathlessly. "Simple minded beasts think of nothing more than to eat, defecate and copulate."
"I see."
Marth replied with a rather uncouth groan of his own, hands twisted into Zelda's bunched skirts. She merely turned to the next page as he sagged against her.

Luigi's idea to bring Peach with him turned to be a good one for two reasons. The first was the hot, slippery wet hole he got to stuff his meat in, the second was that when they actually got down to the supply room, the younger moustachioed Italian realised the cans of sealant were kept on a stocked shelf higher than he alone could reach. Not that it would have been any trouble at all to find a stool or step ladder, but rather than engage in the hassle of shifting one that was readily available a few inches to the right, Luigi simply turned his back to the shelf, plucked Peach off his rod and held her up.
"Which one should I get?" the woman wondered aloud. "Max Strength, or Super Sealant Deluxe?"
He shrugged. "They all do the same thing."
"But -"
"Just pick one," Luigi told her, the woman's skirts falling around his head.
"Luigi?"
Was far too busy staring up at pink, puffy pussy -
"Um, Luigi?"
- to worry about silly little things like the brand of a can of sealant so -
"Did...did you hear that?"
- Peach ought to just hurry up and -
"Luigi!"
"What?!" he hissed back.
"Listen!"
So he did. Scowling as the silent seconds passed by and his cock grew cold and limp. But then he heard it, coming from a dark, unseen corner of the room.
Fwip. Fwap. Fwip. Fwap.
Luigi froze. Being inside of Peach had been so good he'd entirely forgotten -
"Heh. Heh...Heh heh..."
- that the supply room was haunted!
Peach screamed. Luigi flailed, then screamed. Into Peach's pussy. Because she dropped right onto his face. Cans of sealant clattered to the floor. Peach somehow managed to scoop one up as Luigi tossed her over his shoulder and ran. Then slipped and fell. Super Sealant Deluxe was exchanged for Sealant Star in the process. Luigi yelped. Peach galloped for the door. Carrying Luigi. Who slammed the door shut behind them.
Silence reigned in the wake of their absence - at least once the cans rolling across the floor finally came to a stop. But then a voice spoke up, old, decrepit, and confused.
"Heh?"

Samus wondered if in a previous life she had been a tender, loving parent; she was very good at looking after little boys.
Having taken a comfortable seat on one of the drawing room's plush couches, Ness and Lucas each straddled a thick, muscly thigh between their knees. The latter's large quiff of blonde hair brushed against Samus' chin as the boy latched onto her left breast, mouth watering around her stiff nipple and areola. Ness was just as enthusiastic, in fact more so, employing a hand to grope Samus' flesh as he sucked deeply on her teat. Unfortunately, the boys' sought for her milk in vain. Fortunately, they were a creative pair, and each had a straw squeezed into the corner of their mouths. Which in turn stuck out of the top of a kid-sized carton of milk. Samus felt the cool liquid wash over her nipples and hummed pleasantly. It almost felt like she was actually feeding them.
"A ghost you say."
"Yes!"
"In the supply room."
"Yes!"
Samus leaned back into the couch, brow arched. "I think the more important discovery is that we even have a supply room."
"And there's a ghost in there," Peach cried indignantly, bouncing up and down on the other side of the coffee table.
"Of course there is."
"Ask Luigi. It's haunted," Peach whispered conspiratorially.
Samus rolled her eyes. "Sure. Which table will I find him cowering under?"
"I'm a-here!"
"Oh?" Samus titled her head to the side and sure enough there he was, pulling Peach down onto his lap. Her eyes had been closed when she heard feet shuffling into the drawing room and weight sink into the opposite couch. Peach's frilly frock did a good job shrouding the identity of her user. Samus had just assumed - well, nothing actually. The Princess was getting fucked and she was being sucked and that was that.
Speaking of, all that sucking was making her wet between the legs. Samus was enjoying Ness and Lucas' attention far more than she verbally let on. Especially the part where they whined desperately into her breast as the hand slipped down the back of their shorts pressed between the crack of soft little butt cheeks. Unseen, Samus toyed the tip of a finger around cutely puckered holes and teased the boys with slight inward pressure. She wondered which would stain their briefs with thin, milky cum first.
Ness, as it turned out. He was rather susceptible to being poked in the bum. Samus slid her digit in and a spurt of youthful essence burst out. The boy was practically crying while he trembled post-orgasmically. Because he'd just lost. Samus held a slightly smelly finger across his lips and shushed him. Then pushed Ness off the couch and out of the way. Lucas unlatched from her breast with the most wicked grin.
"To the victor the spoils," the blonde declared, slouching down. Her slender, sopping pussy jutted over the edge of the couch. She was completely hairless, unlike the princesses. A requirement of wearing a skin-tight, vacuum sealed bodysuit.
Miserably sucking on his straw, Ness petulantly dragged his heels along the rug as he left the room, unwanted and ignored. Meanwhile, Lucas had climbed down to stand between Samus' knees, equipped impressively for a boy his age. Samus was sure to get double the pleasure from his two (and a quarter!) inches.
"Tell me more about this ghost," the woman said while Lucas lined himself up.
"It sounded like an old man," Peach replied, voice somewhat muffled, "and it had this really creepy laugh!"
Samus leaned to the side again. Luigi had folded the Princess right over at the waist, leaving her head swaying between her legs. Samus was impressed by her tiara's ability to stay put, apparently glued to the top of thick blonde locks presently hanging down to the floor.
"Well I don't know about old men, but there are definitely some perverts cooped up in this place. You were just being spied on I'd wager."
Samus was distracted from Peach's miffed denial by a sudden rush of warmth spilling inside her. She looked down between her thighs to see Lucas tense and shuddering, wrapped up in ecstasy. She hadn't even felt the penetration.
Runny dollops of cum dripped out of her hole onto the floor when Lucas stepped back. Samus coolly eyed him. "You know the rules. Make a mess, you clean it up."
"But -!"
"Make any excuses and you'll be sitting in your room with blue balls for the rest of the week."
Lucas was quick to find the tissues.
Meanwhile, Peach was being pummelled from below, her shuddering voice rising in pitch as Luigi's face shone with sweat. The man drove his hips upwards to the tune of wetly clapping flesh, almost smacking the back of Peach's head against the coffee table in the process. Samus considerately dragged it across the rug towards her with a foot. Which then pressed into Lucas' back and encouraged him to get down and clean up properly. The Mansion's proprietor was very particular about that sort of thing.
Swish-Pop!
The drawing room suddenly found itself hosting another occupant, one who had little need for the conventional means of entry doors served.
"H-h-h-hi, Sh-Sheik," Peach called.
"Gre! Ninja!"
"O-o-o-h! S-s-sorry."
The Frog Ninja was infamous for randomly showing up (with a patented Swish-Pop!) whenever and wherever Samus had her legs spread open. So he was a regular customer. The woman glanced up at the pokemon, then down at his jutting pokecock, and wordlessly parted her thighs a little wider. Greninja was descending upon her proffered sex with his bulbous, slimy member when an excitable green dinosaur burst through the door.
"Yoshi! Yoshi Yoshi!"
Greninja took pause. And so did Samus.
"Ninja?"
"Yosh!"
"Oh, Luigi!" a climaxing Peach cried out.
"Gre?!"
"Yoshi!"
Greninja had seemingly forgotten his intentions, turned to face the loudly chirping, star-jumping dinosaur. But it was Samus who pushed the pokemon out the way entirely - Greninja flailing wildly when he stumbled back into poor little Lucas, diligently wiping up the last traces of his spillage - and locked fuming green eyes onto Yoshi.
"Falcon did what?"

The dining hall was abuzz with chatter when Wii Fit Trainer dropped heavily into a chair. Her stomach dropped all pretences around the same time and growled loudly. The woman had never been so hungry, or so tired, in all her life. She swore the day was dragging on simply to spite her. It had just dipped into the late afternoon and Wii Fit Trainer still had classes scheduled after dinner. The thought of cancelling on her first day didn't even cross her mind. Actually it did; that was a lie. She just couldn't bring herself to do it.
"Get some food in your stomach, girl. Only a few hours left."
Wii Fit Trainer paused. Huh. That was actually a reasonable thing to say out loud. Unlike idly wondering when the last time Wario saw his bits over those enormous, jiggling belly rolls had been. The man farted up a storm after that one. Wii Fit Trainer was going to have to see who she could talk to about fumigating the gym.
Just then, a heavy hand clapped down onto the woman's shoulder. Wii Fit Trainer jumped in surprise and spun round in her seat. But it turned out only to be a familiar, welcome face, framed with long golden locks. Wii Fit Trainer smiled properly for the first time in hours. Samus returned it as she moved to sit down beside her.
Setting down a platter bearing a recently baked slice of cake on the table, the woman promptly began to eat. "We need to talk," Samus said, smacking her lips before diving back in again.
Wii Fit Trainer blinked, several times. "Oh."
"So I heard the nitty-gritty of what happened between you and Falcon."
Wii Fit Trainer frowned. "How? I only told Yoshi, and he can only speak, well...dinosaur?"
"He's been going around all day telling the other animals," Samus informed her. "They can all understand each other. And I can understand them."
"Really?"
"I've spent enough time with them around, inside and on top of me to figure out the gist of it."
"I'm...I'm not sure what to say," Wii Fit Trainer replied, watching the blonde woman eat with gusto.
"Well first, can I say in commendation, what a cracking job you did on the good Captain."
"Um, thank you. I guess?" Wii Fit Trainer tilted her head slightly, taking a closer look at Samus. "Wait, when did you put your armour back on?"
The woman chuckled around her mouthful as Wii Fit Trainer whined, briefly holding up a metallic finger. "The Princesses and I laid down the law this morning, remember? I went down to the infirmary to pay Falcon a meaningful visit the moment I found out what he'd done. Tried to do, at least."
"How is he?" Wii Fit Trainer asked after a long moment. "He had to be stretchered out."
"Turns out I didn't even need to carry out my threat," Samus said. "Doctor Mario explained the finer details to me while I sucked him off. You did quite the number on the Captain. He won't be seeing any action for weeks."
"Oh."
"Don't sound so concerned," Samus told her, digging in with her digit. "At all, in fact. Falcon had it coming. I mean, damn, the way you ***** his ***** and then ***** ***** all over the ***** with ***** after ***** ***** *****. Just incredib -" Samus paused. "Wait, what the hell just happened?"
"You can't say it out loud," Wii Fit Trainer said. "Neither can I. Honestly I'm surprised you aren't dragging me off to a tribunal after hearing what happened. I figured human rights didn't apply to Yoshi though, that's why I told him."
"***** ***** *****," Samus tested. "Huh. You really can't. Well, you're not going to hear anything but thanks from me. Falcon was always tiresome to entertain. Zelda and I will appreciate the break."
And with that, the woman promptly shoved her face back into Lucario's ass crack.
Positioned on all fours in front of her, Samus resumed rimming, tonguing and fingering the pokemon's crinkled, protruding anus. Like she had been doing all the way through her conversation with Wii Fit Trainer. Even as she watched, Samus closed her whole mouth over Lucario's hole, the seal of her lips leaking spit that dribbled down her chin. Her hand, meanwhile, pumped the slick, red length between Lucario's thighs. Who sharply and suddenly moaned its own name, hips bucking into Samus' loosely curled fist.
Wii Fit Trainer blanched as, like an ice cream dispenser, Samus milked Lucario's thick issue down onto the untouched slice of cake situated directly underneath its pokedick.
"You're not going to eat that, are you?" the woman asked immediately.
Samus wore mischief on her face. "I'm not, no," she replied, picking up the platter as Lucario vacated his perch. "Here you are, Peach. Fresh from the oven."
Conveniently passing by their table, the Princess came to a stop. "Oh, and it has frosting too!" Peach daintily nibbled on the end of the cake. Her eyes lit up even brighter. "Wow, so sweet! Thank you, Samus."
Wii Fit Trainer saw the laughter in her eyes. "My pleasure," the woman replied.
"That was cruel," Wii Fit Trainer said, waiting for the Princess to step out of earshot.
Samus waved her hand. "Harmless fun. At least there was some cake to go with it. Some days I'm so occupied cum is the only thing to subsist on."
"That sounds...stressful."
Samus shrugged. "I don't mind it, most of the time. Peach adores every second of it. Zelda, you'll notice, simply ignores it all. Look."
Wii Fit Trainer did indeed look as the woman pointed, in time to see the Princess walk with a regal stride into the dining hall as though a short-haired blonde boy dressed in brown, patterned shorts with tens of belt buckles strapped around his legs wasn't waddling along right behind her.
"That's impressive."
"Sure. Yeah. I suppose."
Wii Fit Trainer turned back to Samus, smiling slightly. "Was that the wrong thing to say?"
"Not at all. I just value 'impressive' differently, being the adventurous woman that I am."
"Are you still going to 'adventure' out of that armour later?"
Samus didn't quite manage to hide her smirk. "Wait up for me after you're done with your classes. You might just catch a glimpse of something."

Wii Fit Trainer dragged herself up to their room several hours later, utterly shattered. Samus was nowhere to be found. The woman decided she would rest her head on the comfy pillows for a few minutes while she waited, after collapsing like a sack of bricks onto the double bed.
Then she decided to rest her eyes too. Just for a few minutes.
The bedroom wall fading to black was the last thing Wii Fit Trainer saw that day.
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