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Fixed versus Broken	By : anacsadder Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 3978 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Most of the first two days passed uneventfully. Touching is own body, even if it was just one knee brushing the other, made Waluigi feel sick. He took to lying on his back with his legs splayed, staring intently at the ceiling as he focused all of energy on not being in his body. This meditation sustained him until Wario rolled him over to give him his shot. Waluigi squeezed his eyes shut and braced himself for another assault. The fat man simply untied his wrists, said something about the number thirteen, and left behind a box of cold, leftover pizza.

The first challenge came sometime during the first night, when Waluigi realized he had to pee. He felt his way to the bathroom without turning on any lights. He stared at the dim shape of the toilet and told himself that everything was okay. After lifting the seat, he stood with the toilet between his knees and listened to the stream hit the water. Deny, deny, deny. Shut out the little voice in the back of his mind that shook its head and tsk'd at his sad charade. Stare helplessly at the toilet paper roll for twenty minutes before giving up and returning to his prone position. Meditate himself out of the meat sack that used to be his body.

000

“I hope for your sake this isn't some stupid game,” Wario said as he nudged the untouched pizza box with his foot.

Waluigi propped himself up on one arm. “I wasn't hungry,” he said quietly.

Thick fists grabbed Waluigi's ears and yanked him in nose-to-nose with his captor. “If you even think about doing something sassy like going on a hunger strike, I will slap the shit out of you and you'll wake up full of tubes. Being a girl doesn't mean I have to be nice to you.”

Waluigi trembled, glared, and tried to shrink away. “I'm not a...”

Wario returned the scowl. He forced the thinner man's head down. “What is between your legs?”

The angular eyes snapped shut quickly.
“Look, Walu,” Wario growled and gave him a hard shake. “What is that between your legs?”

His eyes opened. They took in the furry gash where his genitals had been. Like they'd crawled into a black hole inside him and disappeared. When he spoke, his voice cracked, “It's my pussy, Wario...”

Wario reached into his pajama pants and pulled out his cock. “And what is this?”

The image blurred. “Your dick,” he managed to choke out.

Leaning over, Wario hissed in his ear, “You know why I have a dick?” When Waluigi took too long to answer, Wario yelled, “'Cause I'm not a fucking girl!”

Waluigi cringed away as a drop of spittle hit his cheek. The hand on the back of his head curled into a fist and yanked. Wario's eyes burned into his.

When he spoke, his voice was low and even. “If I have a dick, and I'm not a girl, and you don't have a dick, then what are you?”

Waluigi shook his head as much as the fist in his hair would allow. “Wario...” he pleaded, though he wasn't sure exactly what he was pleading for. Understanding? Help? Forgiveness? None of them were things Wario would give him.

The fat man frowned and huffed air through his nose. Keeping his grip on Waluigi's hair, he pulled the other man onto his hands and knees. “In twelve days I'm putting my dick in your pussy. You better get used to it.”

The pointy face buried itself in the slender palms as Wario jabbed him with the needle.

000

After forcing himself to eat the stale pizza, Waluigi tried to return to his semi-catatonic state. The after-image of what he'd seen wouldn't leave him alone, though. The inner lips wrinkled like the withered remains of what he used to be... Wario was right. It was part of him now. It wasn't going away.

As his thoughts returned to Wario's last words, he squeezed his legs shut instinctively. He couldn't bare the thought of Wario's cock forcing itself into that hollow place where it didn't belong. The fingering had been bad enough. It wasn't like anal, where most of the feeling was concentrated around the entrance. He'd felt those fingers deeply.

He chewed his lip as he propped himself up on his hands and stared at his lap. There wasn't much to see through the puff of pubic hair, but that was still disconcerting. He wasn't used to looking down and seeing nothing. Cautious digits rifled through the fuzz. He didn't see any scarring. Then again, Wario knew a sadistic witch and a mad scientist. There was no telling how he'd done it. The lack of scars made Waluigi feel slightly less mutilated, though. Slightly.

000

Waluigi sat with his arms around his shins and his head between his knees. He rocked slightly, restless. His breasts still hurt. They would probably hurt until Wario finished with the damn injections. He tried to remember how many were left.

The lock clicked. Waluigi peeked over his knees to watch. Wario always locked the door behind him first thing. Then he scanned the room as he approached.

“This place is a shit hole. What've you been doing all week?”

Narrow shoulders shrugged as Waluigi shifted onto his knees and put his hands on the floor. Wario went behind him and the needle went stabby stabby. Waluigi scrunched his face up a little until it withdrew.

“One more week,” Wario whispered and grinned.

Waluigi was about to curl back into a ball when he noticed the measuring tape in Wario's hand. He sighed and raised his arms. The measuring tape was cold when Wario wrapped in around his chest. Wario nodded approvingly at the number, but Waluigi didn't ask or look. He didn't care.

Nail-bitten fingers pinched and tugged at a chill-hardened nipple. Wario circled it with his finger and then stroked it with his palm. He cupped the breast and bounced it in his hand. His other hand grabbed the other tit and he pressed them together.

Each squeeze caused Waluigi to hiss in pain. Wario glanced up at him, and then returned his attention to the orbs of flesh.

He stepped back and unbuttoned his pink jeans. “Sit back with your shoulders on your mattress.”

“But you said...” Waluigi bit his lip.

“There's no waiting period on your tits.” The troll kicked his pants and underwear aside.

“They still hurt,” Waluigi whispered.

“They still hurt, huh? Let me see.” He grabbed the sharp jaw and forced Waluigi's head back.

The anticipation of the impact drew a sharp cry from Waluigi's throat before the slap actually connected. He couldn't break Wario's grip on his neck, but he shielded his chest from further assault with his arms.

“Put them down,” Wario said.

“Okay, I'll do it. I'll do it, I'm sorry,” Waluigi begged.

“Put. Them. Down.” Wario growled.

His arms trembled as he lowered them to his sides. Wario switched hands and lashed out at the other breast. Waluigi yelped again.

“Do they still hurt, Walu?” Wario asked pointedly.

“No...” Waluigi shook his head quickly. Would they bruise? Other parts of him bruised when Wario slapped him that hard. “No, they're fine...”

“Good. For a minute I thought we were going to have a problem.” He gave him that sick, yellow smile as he dragged him to his mattress and bent him backwards over the edge. His tongue traced a long, slimy trail between the twin peaks, and then he straddled Waluigi's ribs. “Press them together.”

At least having Wario's cock in his face wasn't something new or surprising. Waluigi pressed his tits together as best he could--they still weren't exactly big--and tried to ignore the soreness. Wario braced his hands on either side of Waluigi's head and slid his shaft through the valley between the mounds.

“Good. Now I want you to look down, open your mouth nice and wide, and stick out your tongue.

Waluigi tucked his chin against his chest and obeyed. The head of the other man's cock glided the length of his tongue as Wario started thrusting. Maybe it wasn't quite so bad as giving head, but he hated the feeling of Wario's ass rubbing his stomach. The position wasn't any easier on his neck, either. Being stuck in one place was as bad as repetitive motion in the long run.

“Harder, Walu,” Wario panted. “Really mash those titties together.”

He whined a little, but his palms pressed harder anyway. If he didn't do it himself, Wario would do it for him. That would undoubtedly be worse. Wario pulled back, spat on Waluigi's chest, and kept fucking.

The man on top of him growled and shifted up onto his knees. He grabbed Waluigi's hair and made him look up. His eyes gleamed at the exposed chest as his other fist pumped his erection quickly. “Arch your back,” he breathed. “Stick your titties out where I can see 'em.”

Waluigi was just happy that he didn't have to squeeze them anymore. He watched Wario bite his lip and moan. Then he felt sticky strings of warm liquid paint his chest.

Wario remained straddling Waluigi's lap, rubbing his softening cock with slowing strokes. “Smear it around.”

With his head still wrenched back, Waluigi found the splatters by touch and smeared them across his skin. His eyes remained on Wario's face, because there was no where else to look and Wario might be mad if he closed them.

“Rub it in good,” Wario urged.

He kept rubbing his breasts in circular motions until the fluid was too sticky to cooperate.

“Yes,” Wario leered. “Now lick it off.”

He cupped his breasts and dipped his head. His tongue lapped at the parts of his chest that he could reach, mopping up the salty trails of his captor's semen. He felt numb. All he wanted to do was finish this shit so that Wario would leave.

Wario chuckled. “I'm going to have so much fun with you at the end of the week.” He tweaked Waluigi's nipple one more time, and, at last, was finished.
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