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Four Stories Down	By : anacsadder Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 2796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Mario or any of the associated characters, and I make no money from writing this.

Chapter List
- 1-Toy
- 2-Cigarettes
- 3-Sabatoge
- 4-Bitch
- 5-Help
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Waluigi had just finished mowing the property’s massive lawn. He was tired, sweaty, and wanted nothing more than a glass of water and a few seconds to catch his breath. As he walked through the back door into the kitchen, however, the intercom buzzed. Waluigi groaned and turned to face the little screen next to the back door. These stupid things were all over the house now. They all connected back to Wario’s cellphone. He’d been tightening his sweaty fist lately.
“Are you finished with the lawn?” Wario asked.
From the background and lighting, it appeared the other man wasn’t in the house itself. “Yes.”
“What’re you doing now?” Wario raised an eyebrow at him.
Waluigi glanced side to side. It sounded like a trick question. “Um… Cleaning the kitchen…” He tried.
Wario continued to stare at him as though waiting.
“And… Polish your trophies…” He trailed off when he still received no response. “Organize your sock drawer? I don’t…”
Wario frowned. “Get me a cold drink and meet me in the garage.” The connection cut out before Waluigi could respond.
Had he forgotten something? He knew he was in trouble. He was always in trouble. The higher Waluigi jumped when commanded the more Wario’s demands escalated. There wasn’t anything he could do to avoid whatever Wario had planned, but he did wrack his brain for a guess as to what to expect. If he could predict what was coming, he could brace in adv-
His eyes widened and he almost dropped the glass of ice. The garage. Wario couldn’t think… No, Wario had been at the race. Wario had been driving. Wario had taken the jump wrong. Wario had to know how the bike really got damaged… Right?
Maybe he was just angry that it wasn’t fixed yet. Waluigi tried to reassure himself as he poured the sugary tea into the glass. All he had to do was explain that the shop had needed to custom order the part and that the bike would be fixed by Monday morning. He might get kicked or cuffed for being slow, but he could handle that. It would be okay. It would.
He headed out the side door in the kitchen and followed the covered walkway to the garage. After one more shaky breath, he opened the door to face his tyrant. Wario leaned against the work bench with his arms crossed. Waluigi brought him the tea as directed, but decided it was best to let him speak first.
“What have you been doing all day?” Wario asked as he took the drink offered to him.
“I’ve been working on the lawn since around some time this morning, but…”
“But what?” Wario narrowed his eyes.
“I mean, it’s two acres of land. That’s pretty much my day.”
“What did I specifically tell you I needed done by the time I got home?” Wario asked.
“I was working on it yesterday, but-”
“If I hear the word ‘but’ out of your mouth one more time, I’m gonna whoop your ‘butt.’ Don’t give me excuses.”
“The mechanic can’t get the parts until Monday,” Waluigi protested. “It’s not an excuse, it’s a-”
Wario chucked a tire iron at him. “Shut up!”
Waluigi ducked and covered his head with his arms.
“I was supposed to go to Diamond City tonight, Walu.” Wario put the drink on the table and grabbed the front of Waluigi’s shirt to yank him to his knees. “Mona and I had plans. Did you think I wouldn’t figure out what you were doing, you passive aggressive fuck?”
Confusion mingled with the fear in Waluigi’s eyes. “What I- I don’t know-”
“Oh, spare me the lies. I know you messed up my trip on purpose.”
“The mail doesn’t run on Sunday. There’s nothing I could’ve done about it,” Waluigi insisted.
“My dick is getting sucked tonight. Whether it’s Mona or not.” Wario wore one of his nasty grins now.
Waluigi shook his head. “That’s not fair. I can’t control the-“
“You know what’s not fair? I’m supposed to be in a hotel suite getting doped with Diamond City’s teen pop idol. Instead I’m stuck here with your ugly face.” Wario shoved Waluigi backwards with enough force to land him on his back. “Didn’t think of that when you were plotting out your little plan, did you?”
Waluigi’s voice was reduced to a pleading whisper. “I tried. I swear I did. I swear.”
“If you’d tried hard enough, it would be done.” Wario grabbed a wrench and slung it at him.
Stuck on the ground, Waluigi didn’t have enough maneuverability to dodge the projectile. It caught him in the shoulder with a loud clunk. He clutched his shoulder and gritted his teeth. “If you hate me so much, why not just take a cab out there and leave me alone?” Oh, hell, when was he ever going to learn to keep his mouth shut?
The corner of a beady eye twitched. “Are you back talking me?”
Waluigi shook his head. His eyes darted to the door at his left. He might be able to escape until Wario cooled down. He sidled toward it as subtly as he could. Wario advanced on him. His back came up short against the leg of the table saw before he reached his destination. Waluigi barely lifted his good arm to block before Wario swung the back of a meaty hand at the side of his face.
“Don’t give me your smart mouth shit. If I wanted to pay for the hassle of public transportation, I wouldn’t have gotten my own ride.” The thick fingers hooked in the back of Waluigi’s shirt and dragged him across the floor.
Waluigi made a half-hearted grab for the door knob as his other hand tried to keep his collar from tightening around his neck. Part of him knew any attempt at escape was pointless right now, but another part of him needed to be able to say that he’d tried. Wario dropped him and planted a foot square in the middle of the thin chest as he rifled through the drawers next to the work bench. Eventually he withdrew a ball of twine.
“Gimme your wrists,” Wario commanded.
“Wa-”
The fatman’s scowl deepened and he grabbed a slim wrist in a bruising grip. Waluigi surrendered automatically, letting his arm go limp. Resisting Wario’s attempts to physically manipulate him tended to result in dislocated joints more often than it resulted in freedom. His wrists were bound together as he anticipated. He had not, however, expected Wario to turn around and tie his wrists to the table leg.
The pressure lifted from his chest, but Waluigi was looking up at his hands, testing the strength of the knots with subtle tugs. He did hear the zipper and the rustle of denim. He closed his eyes before the larger, warmer weight settled on his solar plexis. A calloused hand cupped the back of his skull and tilted his head off the floor. His shoulders strained a little as they too were lifted off the ground, but he was too flexible for it to hurt much. The tip of Wario's cock brushed against his lips.
“Stick out your tongue," Wario said.
Before Waluigi could respond, a musical jingle went off on his right. Waluigi opened one eye a crack. From what he could see around Wario’s gut, the fatman was looking at the pants he’d discarded on the floor. Wario shifted back until he was sitting on Waluigi’s stomach, dragged his pants over, and dug his phone out of his pocket.
Wario swiped a grubby finger across the screen and brought the phone to his ear. “Mona. How’s my favorite little star?” He gave Waluigi a silent glare and dragged the index finger of his free hand across his beefy throat.
Waluigi swallowed and averted his eyes.
“I got some bad news about tonight, babe. My asshole brother fucked up my bike.” He grinned that nasty grin at that man pinned under him.
Waluigi frowned and clenched his jaw.
“Ha! You don’t know him like I do. He lives to sabotage other people.” Wario sighed. “It’s actually kind of sad, really, how jealous he is.” There was another pause and then, “I just feel kind of bad for the guy. I’m the only one patient enough to tolerate him anymore.”
The voice sounded totally sincere, but that horrid smirk never faded. Waluigi wanted to scream. He thought about yelling for help, or that Wario was lying, but Diamond City was hours away. Wario would wipe the floor with him before Mona could respond. Better to say nothing. Saying things only ever got him in more trouble.
"A private limo? Really?"
Waluigi perked up. Was Wario leaving after all?
"Oh, you are too kind, sweet stuff. I'll see you in a few hours." After he hung up the phone, he grabbed the front of Waluigi's shirt and yanked his head and shoulders off the floor again. "Don't think that gets you off the hook. You wanted to get me stuck in the house? Now you're the one who's gonna be stuck in the house." He stood up and put his pants on.
Waluigi's hands squirmed in their bindings. "Wait, you- you can't..."
"I'll be back some time tomorrow." Wario picked up his drink and left the garage.
Waluigi watched the closed door as he continued to struggle. He was joking, right? Just trying to scare him? Something?
The hours passed. Wario wasn't joking.
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