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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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While the Mansion slept, Little Mac was training. Sparring, to be more precise. With Doc Louis looking on from the corner. Little Mac ducked and weaved, and jabbed and hooked, then staggered and fell after catching a down right fierce punch to the cheek. Tweeting birds flew through an open window to circle his head in mockery. Little Mac batted them aside, then bitterly accepted Ryu's proffered hand. Doc Louis looked at him, frowned and shook his head. To dislodge the bird perched on top of it. After which he promptly sent Little Mac to do laps around the Mansion.
Now the Smash Mansion was a big place, understandable given it was a mansion. There was really little need to state the obvious. However, in the case of Doc Louis' instructions, it was an important detail. Little Mac's laps were not to be run in the courtyard or the vast lawns behind the Mansion, but through the dwelling itself. With three floors including the ground, steep, curving stairways and an assortment of rooms connected by a multitude of long, stretching hallways, running laps through the entirety of the Mansion was more than an apt punishment for the boxer.
Assuming, of course, that he actually went through with it.
Doc Louis wasn't overseeing his run, pedalling ahead on a squeaky-wheeled, somewhat suspiciously acquired bicycle shouting encouragement over his shoulder. All Little Mac had to do was return to the gym with a sweat. And he had just the idea how to break one. After finding himself an unoccupied room on the first floor, pulling the curtains closed and checking the corridor to ensure no one was lurking about, Little Mac pushed the door shut - and began to do push ups.

Wii Fit Trainer stirred; she was sure she was awake. She was sure she was awake because she was certain she was being watched. She didn't know how she could tell she wasn't dreaming. Her own eyes were closed. But she was sure. It probably helped that at that moment a familiar voice conveniently announced her change in state.
"You're awake."
Well, no arguing with that.
Wii Fit Trainer opened her eyes. Too wide too quickly and took the morning rays of light streaming directly from the lit bulb affixed to the ceiling above straight to the eyeballs. Samus laughed as the woman's face scrunched up. Wii Fit Trainer groaned, feeling a little heat creeping up to her cheeks as she turned into her pillow.
Wait, her pillow?
Wii Fit Trainer's eyes snapped open again, and this time she blinked her way through the blistering glare of light that seemed to imprint itself on the back of her eyelids like a trail of sparks spat hotly out the end of a cutting torch held to the round, grey plates of a pair of irises from which the usual black pinprick of a pupil had seemingly been erased. And then, as her vision sharpened into focus, the woman lifted her head and stared down at the object that had comfortably supported it. After which she shifted her gaze to the downy quilt pulled up to her shoulders.
"I don't remember falling asleep like this."
"Do you even recall falling asleep?"
"I...don't."
"Would be strange if you did. How about when, roughly?"
"Five minutes ago?"
Samus laughed. "Try five hours. Then add another five on top of that."
Wii Fit Trainer stared at the woman for a full second. "You're joking."
"Out like a light," Samus told her. "Almost thought you required medical attention when I came up and found you collapsed across the bed."
Wii Fit Trainer groaned and covered her face with a hand. "I only meant to take a nap."
"First day in this madhouse tires you out, doesn't matter what you spent it doing."
"Madhouse is the perfect word," Wii Fit Trainer muttered, rubbing the corners of her eyes. When she opened them again, it was with her brain in a somewhat functioning state. So for the first time Wii Fit Trainer actually registered that Samus occupied the same bed she did. And that the woman was very close to occupying her personal space.
Samus' long blonde hair hung loosely around her face, pooling onto the pillow underneath her head. Chin resting in the cup of her palm, the woman had propped herself up on her elbow, upper body turned to the side as she gazed down at Wii Fit Trainer. Whose own gaze slowly began to slip downwards, following the silhouette of her throat down to her collarbone, and from there the teasing glimpse of cleavage which plunged between a pair of breasts presently hidden beneath the quilt Samus held to her chest -
"Let's stop there, before you get yourself into trouble."
Wii Fit Trainer froze. Samus' thumb was held against her lips. The woman smiled.
"You really don't realise when you're doing it, huh?"
Wii Fit Trainer gave the smallest shake of her head, very much aware of the light, warm contact of Samus' digit. At which point her eyes chose to register the fact that the hand the woman moved to silence her with was the one she'd been using to maintain her modesty. Now the quilt hung delicately in position. Wii Fit Trainer could just about glimpse the upper swell of Samus' light skin. The merest shift from her would pull it aside, just a little more.
"You sleep naked."
"Mm, I do," Samus replied, the tip of her thumb slow to relieve Wii Fit Trainer's mouth of its presence. "It's easier this way."
Wii Fit Trainer frowned, primarily because the woman returned her hand to secure the quilt about her chest. "What is?"
"Taking my shift for the night. Which you slept right through, by the way."
"Your shift?"
"From midnight through 'till two, remember?"
Wii Fit Trainer's eyes, shrunken in confusion, now widened. "Wait - they were here? They were all in here?"
"Not all at once, one or two at a time. I was being considerate of the fact that you're new to all of this," Samus said.
"How many did you...entertain, before?"
Samus shrugged. "As many as could fit? I never really counted."
"Oh." Wii Fit Trainer blinked. "Maybe I should have my own room then, if me being here stops you from -"
"It doesn't. It's a welcome change of pace, in fact."
"But they probably want -"
"Doesn't matter. In the end, we have the final say about how things are going to work. Pay attention to Zelda," the blonde told her. "You'll notice the pattern quickly enough."
"Okay, but -"
"I'd like you to stay," Samus suddenly blurted out. "I mean, it's wholly up to you. I can't make you. But I'd like it if you did."
"Well, I am something of a heavy sleeper," Wii Fit Trainer said after a long moment. "If you can keep the frivolities to that side of the bed, I guess that could work."
Samus' mouth curved with her answer. "Great. Now, speaking of work, I ought to be getting dressed."
"What time is it?"
"Just after seven."
Wii Fit Trainer frowned. "Who is even up this early?"
"Oh, you'd be surprised."

He thought he was alone, that he had the room to himself. He was wrong. In the shadowy corner there stood a shadowy figure, watching as he grunted, brow glistening with a sheen of sweat, outstretched arms trembling and his face contorted as he pushed one more time. It was an impressive display. So much so that the audience of one gave up their hidden seat to suddenly step forward into plain sight.
"Argh!"
Doctor Mario handed a full roll of toilet paper in to the struggling young boy.
"You should stop eating ice cream up off the floor," the man advised. "It's bad for your stomach."
Pit, hands pressed to the cubicle walls either side of him, blankly nodded.

"Close your eyes," Samus said.
"What?"
"I'm getting out of bed. Don't want to make you feel awkward."
"Why would it?"
"Because I'm naked, remember?"
Wii Fit Trainer paused. "I don't mind." Followed by, "We're both women."
"I'm taking this quilt with me if you don't, and you look pretty comfortable right now."
"Fine, you win. I'm closing them. My eyes."
"And no peeking," Samus told her.
Sheets rustled and the mattress groaned as the woman slid out from underneath the quilt. Wii Fit Trainer heard her feet lightly find the floor, then felt the mattress rise as the weight perched on its edge disappeared.
"Right," Samus spoke then, "I'm going to take a shower."
It occurred to Wii Fit Trainer at that moment that unlike the Mansion, she hadn't been given a tour of the room she shared.
So she didn't know where the bathroom was.
Therefore, with justifiable reasoning, Wii Fit Trainer cracked open an eye to find out.

He thought he was alone, that he had the room to himself. He was wrong. In the shadowy corner there stood a shadowy figure, watching as he grunted, brow glistening with a sheen of sweat, outstretched arms trembling and his face contorted as he pulled one more time. It was a fascinating display. So much so that the audience of one gave up their anonymity to step forward into the light.
"Argh!"
Mario handed a pneumatic drill to the struggling young boy.
"You should consider planting outside next time," the man advised. "Ceramic tiles and weeds are not a combination I recommend."
Villager, tugging in vain at the thick, knotted roots woven across the third floor bathroom, hung his head in shame.

Wii Fit Trainer lay curled up on her side underneath the quilt, listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. She had finally learned where it was. The sight she'd been treated to in the process was proving difficult to forget. Not that the woman was particularly trying to forget it; instead Wii Fit Trainer was concentrating very hard on every last detail. She caught her lips between her teeth (to keep herself quiet) as a hand crept down her front, then under the waistband of her yoga pants, and finally came to rest upon the triangle of cotton trapped at the juncture of her thighs.
Samus' ass. What a glorious sight.
Wii Fit Trainer was indescribably glad she had peeked The woman walked so slowly into the bathroom that she gave her more than enough time to eyeball (with literally one eyeball) the enticing sway of full, tight glutes. Samus' broad back tapered down to her waist, which then curved outwards into shapely hips that made Wii Fit Trainer's fingers twitch, desperate in that moment to feel warm skin underneath their tips.
And then the woman bent down to touch her toes.
Actually, it was to pick something up off the floor. That wasn't the important part, though. What was, was the sight of round, toned buttcheek cleavage pulling apart, teasing Wii Fit Trainer little by little the more Samus folded at the waist, leaving the woman's mouth bone dry with anticipation. She was left parched, however. Samus' face started to appear from behind her knees, looking back towards the bed, and Wii Fit Trainer snapped her eye shut.
"I hope you're not peeking," the woman said.
Wii Fit Trainer shook her head, no. She wasn't peeking. What she was doing was ogling the assets Samus inadvertently ("inadvertently") etched with highly definitive quality into her mind's eye.
The woman's fingers pressed down into the softness of her lips beneath her panties. She'd been tucked into bed without a change of clothes and what she was wearing Wii Fit Trainer had finished the day sweating in. She could feel her top and pants clinging to her skin - and not in that flattering, figure hugging sort of way. In short, she felt grimy, was sure she smelled funky, and so didn't mind getting a little bit more filthy. She'd be washing it all off in the shower later anyway.
Thinking of showers made Wii Fit Trainer think about a particular individual currently occupying one. She imagined the torrents of water splashing through Samus' long, golden locks, pouring down her muscled back and over the strong slope of her shoulders, rivulets running rapidly down the curve of her spine to slip into her tight posterior crack, and tiny pebbles of moisture clinging to the back of her thighs in the shadow of a generous serving of creamy white booty. It didn't take Wii Fit Trainer long, with such images in mind, to soak right through her panties.
And she hadn't even come yet.

He thought he was alone, that he had the room to himself.
He was wrong.
Little Mac paused halfway through a push up. Guilt rode the wave of heat up to his face as Doc Louis emerged enigmatically from the corner of the locked room. The look in his eye said it all.
"Busted."

Wii Fit Trainer was close and getting closer - to the edge of the bed as she squirmed underneath the quilt. Her pleasurable high was eluding the woman, remaining just of reach despite the rapid schlick schlick of fingers slotted deep into her sex. The images in her head were enough to make her pale skin prickle with heat and her nipples stiffen against the cups of her sports bra, and for her tongue to grow thick in her mouth and her throat tight as Wii Fit Trainer curled in upon herself, sensation building in her stomach. But to tip finally over the edge she needed a little more help. A push in the right direction.
"Hey, you might have to wait a bit to use the shower. Seems like I might've run out all the hot water."
Wii Fit Trainer tensed up and froze as the woman emerged suddenly into the bedroom, wearing nothing more than a towel and long, lightly damp hair. And the towel was struggling to stay put, straining to contain Samus' bust and reaching barely down to the top of her thighs where a split in the side teased flashes of skin as she walked into the room. Wii Fit Trainer, laying on her back, was very aware of the fact that her digits - now motionless - were buried to the largest knuckle inside her. All three of them.
"It's fine," the woman said quickly, scooting down surreptitiously underneath the quilt to hide her slowly rolling shoulder.
"I should've remembered we're sharing now," Samus said apologetically. "You know when it just feels so good under the water that you forget where you are?"
"Mmm..." Wii Fit Trainer hummed, though not necessarily in reply.
"Anyway," Samus said, straightening after leaning forward over the bedside table to retrieve a plain red scrunchie, "I promised to show you something yesterday."
Wii Fit Trainer paused, eyes jumping up from Samus' deep cleavage to her face. "...You did."
"Right, and as you'll learn, I'm the sort of woman who makes good on her word."
"I think I like the sound of that."
Samus lifted her hands to her hair, pulling back errant locks as she started to fashion it into a tail. "You know, I'm not sure I'd be wrong if I called you a pervert."
"That's unfair. I just like to appreciate the female form," Wii Fit Trainer replied, eyeing the woman's smooth, hairless underarms and almost licking her lips.
A small smirk tugged at the corners of Samus' mouth. "Let me get dressed."
Wii Fit Trainer's shoulder began pumping again the moment the doors of the walk-in closet were pulled shut behind Samus. The woman had dropped her towel to the floor just before stepping inside and Wii Fit Trainer had caught a flash of thigh and sideboob, the swell of Samus' chest if anything enhanced by the arm draped across it. She was about to see so much more. The anticipation left her with both hands between the legs and the woman's back arching under the covers. The shape of her teeth would be etched into her lip at this rate. It was all Wii Fit Trainer could do not to moan aloud as the closet doors began to slowly tease apart, her little pink button caught between two fingers. And then the doors were flung open, revealing Samus in all her glory, and -
"Oh, fuuuck!"
There stood Samus, covered from the neck down in bulky, orange-red armour. The woman innocently looked over at Wii Fit Trainer with the slightest tilt of her head.
"Did I do something wrong?"
"You're wearing that suit."
"I know."
Wii Fit Trainer fell back into her pillow, prickling hotly like she'd just caught a fever. "When you said work, I thought you meant..."
"I'm entered into one of the tournaments this morning," Samus replied casually, lifting her giant arm cannon up for visual inspection. "You remember what I told you this place was, right?"
"Where all the strongest fighters in the land gather to beat the snot out of each other," the woman groaned.
"And that's what I'm going to do," Samus said matter-of-factly, walking over to the door with a series of heavy, mechanised footfalls.
"I was so close," Wii Fit Trainer quietly whimpered.
The towering blonde glanced back over her shoulder just before leaving the room. "Maybe you should take a cold shower," Samus suggested. The corners of her mouth twitched. "You look awfully hot and bothered under there."

Wii Fit Trainer took her advice. Even then she found herself rubbing idly underneath the cool spray, but the spark was gone. She couldn't get at the itch by herself. Dejected, Wii Fit Trainer leaned against the wall and considered her options: Zelda, or Peach?
It wasn't really that difficult a choice.
Wii Fit Trainer finished up in the shower and promptly readied herself for the day ahead. She was taking just as many classes today and weirdly was somewhat looking forward to it - if only to take her mind off Samus' incredibly frustrating tease. Pity she wasn't male. Or perhaps it wasn't.
That, Wii Fit Trainer resolved as she collected her gym bag and stepped out of the room, was precisely what she planned to ask Zelda about.
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