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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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The room smelled of wet, thoroughly used pussy. Morning light had yet to filter inside, and never would since dungeons more often than not did not advertise windows as a feature. One of the main features of this one, however, was a huge, heavily reinforced, intermittently squeaking four-poster bed draped in royal purple upon which lay dozing the King of Koopas himself.
"Bowser."
He merely grunted, a ring of smoke belched from the narrow slit of a nostril.
"Bowser?"
The humongous Koopa cracked open his humongous jaws to let loose a humongous yawn.
"Bowser!"
Rousing, the King growled menacingly and finally peeled open an eye.
"What do you want, woman?"
Beside him, lying in his vast shadow, was Peach. She looked up at him with that bright blue gaze and said excitedly: "To talk!"
Bowser rolled his eye, then closed it. "Less talking, more fucking." And following that, the Koopa reached back with a giant claw and cuffed his troublesome little spawn across the back of the head. "Put your back into it, boy."
"Ow!"
Bowser Jr. flailed his fists, beating away his father's hand. The miniature mischief maker was - or rather had been - perched on the back of Peach's thighs, squeezing several inches of Koopa meat into the cleft of the Princess' butt. Bowser had practically bowled him right over onto the woman's back.
"This is important," Peach spoke obliviously of Bowser Jr. climbing up onto the seat of her booty, "it's about your fitness."
Bowser scoffed. "I'm fit as a fiddle."
"You can't get out of bed without the Koopalings' help."
"That's what children are for," Bowser replied indifferently, "serving my whims."
"But...but...but you're just so fat!" Peach whined.
"Where it counts, right?" Bowser guffawed loudly at his own joke. "What does it matter anyway? I'm a King!"
"You should try out Wii Fit Trainer's classes again."
"Boy!" Bowser barked at his son. "I told you to get fucking."
"I'm fucking as fast as I can!" Bowser Jr. cried back. Which was true; the little Koopa's lower half was like a jackhammer against Peach's backside. The woman was just very determined to get her point across.
"That's exactly what I'm talking about," the Princess said adamantly. "Wii Fit Trainer's classes really work. Mario was using me for over an hour last night!"
"What?" the Koopa King roared. "I won't be outlasted by a damn plumber!"
"Then you've got to go back to those classes!"
"I will! And you're coming with me!"
"Yay!"
Bowser reached down and plucked a whining Bowser Jr. up into the air. "Boy, fetch me the Koopalings."
"But Dad I haven't finished!"
"Too bad," Bowser replied, tossing his son off the bed. "If you fucked like a real Koopa you would have finished three times already."
An impressive feat amongst Koopa kind, surely, considering that Bowser Jr. had only been riding the Princess' ass for five or so minutes. The little failure sulked off, scuffing his feet on the cold stone floor.
Peach reached back past the folds of her hiked up skirts, moaning lightly as she rubbed between her reddened cheeks. "I wish you'd have let him come. Wii Fit Trainer's first session is only in a few minutes."
"Never mind the brat," Bowser growled, and the bed groaned like ancient metal as the giant Koopa managed to turn incrementally onto his side. A foot long, pink, unsheathed, knobbly monster of a phallus flopped out across the sheets from beneath him. Bowser grinned toothily at the Princess. "Come to Papa."
Peach looked down with wide, blue eyes and hungrily licked her lips. "I can't say no to a quickie before class..."

Prior to taking that class, however, Wii Fit Trainer needed to have a quick word with the Mansion's other resident Princess. She found Zelda in the kitchens, whipping up a royal storm. One that carried quite a flustered looking anthropomorphic blue bird tumbling end over end straight out the door Wii Fit Trainer had just pushed open.
"Impertinent creature," Zelda muttered, plucking at the front of her dress to straighten out the wrinkles.
"I...is this a bad time?" Wii Fit Trainer asked, poking her head into the kitchen.
The Princess turned, looking past her shoulder. "No, dear. Do come in."
Wii Fit Trainer did so, a little timidly. "Um, can I ask what that was about?"
"Falco? The bird must learn to respect his boundaries, taking what he is not given," Zelda replied curtly. "I will be having a word with Fox to curb his behaviour, otherwise I shall clip his wings myself."
"Ouch."
"Indeed. Anyhow, did you want something of me?"
She did, yes. It seemed Wii Fit Trainer wasn't the only one though. She paused just as she opened her mouth, for the kitchen door swung open and in walked a boy who looked no older than twelve. Wii Fit Trainer found herself staring, however, because said boy had a pair of small, white, fluttering wings attached to his back. Light bloomed in his blue, innocent eyes at the sight of them.
"Hi, Zelda!"
Or perhaps simply the sight of the unoccupied Princess.
"Good morning, Pit," the woman greeted. "You will notice that I am not alone."
"Huh?"
"Mind your manners, child, or you shall not eat at the breakfast table."
"Oh, sorry," Pit said sheepishly. "Good morning, Wii Fit Trainer."
She gave a small, uncertain wave. "Hello there. Are you an angel?"
"Yeah!" he excitedly replied. "I bet I'm the first one you've ever seen."
"You certainly are."
"Ha! Take that, Dark Pit," the boy proclaimed.
Wii Fit Trainer frowned. "Dark Pit?"
"His brother, of sorts," Zelda explained. "It is simpler to think of it that way."
"I see."
Wii Fit Trainer also saw as the angel, happily beaming all the while, pulled up a chair behind the Princess and promptly hopped onto it. Zelda's skirts were already bunched around her waist; she made no comment or gave a single reaction to Pit pulling out his little boy penis out from underneath white, angelic robes and stroking it eagerly to hardness. Wii Fit Trainer blinked, mouth agape.
"Uh..."
"Forgive the interruption, dear," Zelda spoke calmly, "you wanted something?"
"Y-yes," Wii Fit Trainer said, unable to take her eyes off Pit as, humming to himself, the boy nudged aside the Princess' panties. "Actually, it's Samus I was hoping I could talk to you about."
"Samus? I really like her, she's so fun and cool!"
"Is something bothering you?" Zelda asked, as though the angel now humping against her bottom had not said a word.
"No. Well, maybe. I wouldn't say bothering, just...well, I'm getting the impression that...perhaps - I mean I could totally be reading it wrong and if I am this is going to be so embarrassing, but I think...I think she, um, likes -"
"Stop there."
Wii Fit Trainer's rambling ceased the moment Zelda held up a hand, as though the woman had cast a spell. Which she apparently then did a moment later. Zelda snapped her fingers and what looked like glitter descended from the invisible heavens above Pit's head. Wii Fit Trainer started a little when she blinked and suddenly there were a pair of shimmering plugs stoppering the angel's ears. He continued humming obliviously.
"Let me tell you a secret," Zelda said, and Wii Fit Trainer swallowed as the weight of the woman's gaze fell on her. "Samus is quite the adventurous woman. She is no stranger to attention, regardless of the gender from which it originates."
"So...so you're saying..."
"I am," Zelda replied, jerking forward as Pit began humping with increased enthusiasm. "Now, keep it to yourself, not a word to anyone. And for goodness' sake do not tell Peach."
Wii Fit Trainer suddenly felt lighter, in a good way, not like when she stood up too quickly and the room started playing tricks on her eyes. "I won't. I won't. Thank you, Zelda."
"I am always happy to help, dear."
And with a shamelessly loud declaration, Pit was perfectly happy to announce he was finished.

In the utter madness that were the four-way royal rumbles the Mansion hosted to put to the test its inhabitants' fighting prowess, there were often a lot of things a competitor would not see coming. On this particular occasion, for Samus it was a Warlock Punch smashing ruthlessly into her spine. Luckily, she wore a futuristic, super-armoured power suit of alien design for protection. Other competitors did not share the same luxury. So even more luckily, tournaments took place on a simulated battlefield.
Samus went flying nevertheless.
Activating her suit's thrusters, the woman righted herself in the air and turned to face the stage from which she had been rudely ejected. Ganondorf was waiting at the edge. Samus was more than literate enough to read the taunt in his grin. He thought she couldn't make it back to the stage; her jump jets were handicapped for the sake of fairness. He was, however, sorely mistaken.
With expertly timed use of the Varia suit's alternate form, a pair of controlled explosions via morphball bomb and the impressive reach of her grapple beam, Samus found herself hanging by the skin of the teeth halfway down the stage's designated blast zone. If she fell any further, she was guaranteed to be wiped out of the fight entirely. Trouble was, Ganondorf would have to come down to her to make that happen. She could hang there for days, the grapple was more than capable of bearing her weight. Samus looked up, smirking through her helmet's visor at her fuming opponent. Ganondorf could read lips and she knew just what to say to piss him off.
"I do not seek the company of boys!" the man shouted, enraged. "Graagh!"
And he foolishly jumped. Samus immediately retracted her grapple beam, an act which - thanks to being glued to the stage's ledge - happened to swiftly pull her upwards. She met Ganondorf with a fierce, smashing swipe of the barrel of her arm cannon along the way. The man plummeted to his virtual doom.
Several minutes or so later, Samus was declared the winner, propelling her last opponent clean off the stage with a solid kick to the face. She was disappointed she would never get to see the mark that left.
As the simulation broke down, gradually plunging the woman into darkness, Samus became more aware of the pod within which she sat. She disconnected herself once awake, so to speak, unplugging from the machine. She could already hear the pneumatic hiss of other pods opening up around her, along with Ganondorf striking up his usual bitter whining after a loss. Those were common. Samus wasn't ready to move just yet, though. She was still thinking, and her thoughts lay with a certain woman.
She was going to have to ask Zelda for advice.

Ike was very good about the upkeep of his social circle. He was devoted to his friends; he fought for them, and he would live and die by their sides. Sometimes, however, Ike needed to be away from them. Like now, as he walked the corridors of the Mansion searching. He definitely didn't want anyone knowing what it was he was looking for. Or who, rather. Sure, he kept up appearances, making use of the women now and then. That way no one would start asking questions, awkward questions. Because that wasn't who he really was, Ike.
The man wasn't too sure how things would go down were it revealed that he was obsessed with a cock other than his own.

"Oh, Lord Bowser," Wii Fit Trainer said, very much surprised. "I did not expect to see you here, well, ever."
"I convinced him," Peach's voice chirped proudly.
"I wonder how," Wii Fit Trainer muttered as the giant Koopa strode into the gym, scattering the other participants in the class as he stomped right to the centre of the room.
"The King is back," Bowser announced, his throaty growl vibrating through Wii Fit Trainer's bones. "Make me fitter than that wretched plumber in seven days or you'll spend the rest of your life stewing in my gut."
Wii Fit Trainer blanched as the Koopa's nostrils threateningly issued smoke. "Pl-plumber?"
"Mario!" Bowser roared. "That accursed thorn in my heel. Peach claims his stamina is greater than mine. No one is greater than me! So you, woman, will make me the greatest. Ha ha!" the Koopa King guffawed. "I'll have Peach slobbering over me for the rest of her days!"
"Yay!"
Wii Fit Trainer quietly cleared her throat. "I'm not sure just a week is enough for that kind of -"
"Enough talking," Bowser cut across her. "It's time to get fit. Now, where do we start?"
"Is...is Peach training with you today?"
She was certainly dressed the part, rather than the frilly dress Wii Fit Trainer was used to donning a tight fitting pair of shorts and a matching top instead, both of course pink. She was also spitted on the Koopa King's massive rod of cockmeat, wrapped in a huge, single clawed hand which Bowser used to - for lack of a more appropriate term - jerk himself off.
"I'm his motivational partner," the Princess cheerily claimed as she bounced up and down, her ponytail-ed hair swishing as she turned to look over her shoulder.
"Right," Wii Fit Trainer said slowly, "right, of course you are. I...I suppose we can begin with some gentler stretches. Perhaps I pushed you a bit too hard last time, Lord Bowser."
"No one can push me too hard. Give me the best you've got."
"Me too!" Peach moaned deliriously.
Wii Fit Trainer sighed and resigned herself to another eventful day.

Charizard was quite a temperamental creature, its rage as hot as the flames that burned brightly at the end of its tail. What triggered Charizard's severe mood swings changed from moment to moment and could in the end amount to the most trivial thing. The sudden snap was what made him dangerous. Samus, however, was an experienced dragon tamer. Not experience the woman necessarily wanted, but it was what it was and since arriving at the Mansion had proved most useful. Right now, she was using it to prevent the winged beast incinerating a corridor and poor, paper-thin Mr. Game & Watch along with it.
Not that Mr. Game & Watch was the source of Charizard's anger. That happened to be one Little Mac and coach, Doc Louis jogging the boxer twice around the Mansion's entirety. The latter's squeaky wheeled mode of transportation passing by had woken the dragon from its slumber. Charizard didn't exactly want for sleep in the first place but very few things about the creature were rational.
"Feeling better now?" Samus cooed, freeing Charizard's tapered cock-crown from the seal of her lips.
"Char," the beast huffed.
Samus stroked her hand down the length of its shaft, breathing lightly on the spotted, purplish flesh. "I'm sorry the naughty man woke you up. I'm sure he didn't mean to."
Charizard rolled its narrow, perpetually angry eyes. The creature was intelligent beneath its lazy exterior, more than enough to know when it was being mocked. Samus was one of the very few entities living in the Mansion who could get away with doing such a thing without having her head chomped off. Her head was instead caught in the grip of Charizard's talons and directed back to work. The dragon wasn't shy about what it wanted either. Strands of golden hair were soon flying awry as Samus' face was shoved repeatedly into Charizard's crotch.
The woman was no worse for wear; she had a talented mouth, par for the course when it was the only thing available while she suited up. That and a single hand, which gestured to a hesitant Mr. Game & Watch now that the coast was for all intents and purposes clear. A rhythmic beep beep accompanied every one of his steps, followed by a distinct boop as he reached Samus' side. She blindly found him, then wondered if she'd ever get used to the idea of jerking off a penis lacking the important third dimension. It felt like running her fingers over the seal of an envelope, gluing the flap down with the sticky adhesive of Mr. Game & Watch's pre-cum.
Beep beep boop!
Well he was certainly one happy camper.
Charizard, on the other hand, was at bursting point. Thicker than it was long, the beast's cock just about tickled Samus' gag reflex, reaching her tonsils. The shaft throbbed hotly on her tongue like a ripe, angry chilli pepper. Meanwhile, Charizard's talons had made a mess of her hair, Samus' ponytail considerably looser and her golden locks in disarray. Ropes of drool bubbled over the edge of her lips, dripping down her chin, and she stared up at the dragon with freely watering eyes. That wild, whorish look, coupled with the ferocious speed with which the beast pounded into her face, was more than enough visual stimulant to set Mr. Game & Watch off with a sharp BEEP BEEP BEEP!
His cum was like rich, black oil in the cup of Samus' palm. She pulled back quickly, unplugging her mouth of dragon cock. Charizard snarled - before she lathered his fat rod with helpfully provided lubricant and pointed the pulsing tip directly at her open mouth. All it took then was a strong series of pumps. Samus' hand swivelled up and down the length of Charizard's meat until it burst.
As a woman partial to the tongue scorchingly spicy taste of dragon cum, Samus drank with gusto. Not a single drop was spilt.
Charizard's great, creamy underbelly slowly expanded as it fell into a post-climax stupor, the creature breathing deeply. Samus finally straightened up from the squatting position she had maintained, the intuitive functions of the Varia Suit practically nullifying the strain on her muscles. She licked her lips clean of the last errant spots of cum, then glanced down at Charizard's bowed head. Samus arched an eyebrow. Really?
"Hey, wake up."
Charizard snored.
It was Samus' turn to roll her eyes.
"Yeah, sure. Anyway, since I know you're listening, please don't go hunting after Doc Louis once I'm gone. Let it lie."
Charizard growled, flexing its claws as its eyes snapped open. Samus wasn't impressed, even when the dragon stretched its neck and rose to its full height. Charizard was the short and stout member of its fantastical family. At 6'3" Samus towered over it by a good six inches.
"I don't want to have to put you on ice, again," the woman warned. "I'd like to sleep in a bed tonight, not amongst the cinders of the Mansion."
She held the dragon's piercing gaze for several long moments before it finally snarled and stomped off down the corridor. Samus huffed and ran a flattening hand through her messy hair. Then remembered where that hand had been - and shrugged. All in a day's work.
Beep beep.
"Hey," Samus said, reminded of Mr. Game & Watch's presence, "tell me something: you wouldn't happen to know where Zelda is, would you?"
Appeasing Charizard had been a fun little distraction from the thoughts circling her head, but now they were back and as loud as ever.
Beep!
"Great. Lead the way."
Boop!
Samus sighed.

"Be sensible with this one," Wii Fit Trainer was saying, sitting on the mats in front of the class with her legs parted into a wide 'V', "if you can't reach your toes that's perfectly fine. You run the risk of injury if you force it."
"Rrgh. Rrrrggh."
"Are you alright over there?"
"I'm fine," Bowser shot back, extending a claw out towards his short, muscly limbs. "Just...give me...a moment...I can...reach!"
"I can do it, look!" Peach called.
Wii Fit Trainer looked. And indeed, she was doing it. It being the rod of Koopa meat wedged through a convenient hole in her shorts; 'it' also being the exercise Wii Fit Trainer had prescribed the class, however Peach was performing it on her back, legs up in the air with her ankles clutched by a pair of dainty hands.
It was certainly a creative take on stretching.

Sheik was an enigmatic presence in the Mansion. He was also an infrequent one, disappearing for long hours at a time from everyone's radar. If you wanted something off him, you had to go looking. As Ike was doing, or rather, as Ike had done. There was only a single reason to justify why one went looking for the man. It was one of those things everyone knew, but no one talked about - at least not directly. What Sheik offered was a service; its customers were few, but regular.
They were also, incidentally, all male.
Ike's mouth watered as the door clicked shut behind him. All he had done was close it. It locked when Sheik, perched on the edge of Zelda's bed, snapped his bandaged fingers. Ike waited, admittedly a little nervous. His fists clenched and unclenched as Sheik slowly lowered his hand. The man sat with one leg crossed over the other, the fabric of his bodysuit stretched tight around a slender thigh. Ike could catch a glimpse of a firm, tight ass from where he stood, and while that appealed to him, it was not what truly grabbed his attention. What did, however, was the moment Sheik chose to finally uncross his legs. And with it, Ike fell to his knees.

"Now for this I want you to really take your time," Wii Fit Trainer said, the class stood before her. "Breathe in as you roll your shoulders, push that chest out, and then slowly relax."
"What is this supposed to accomplish?" Bowser grumpily demanded, performing more of a nonchalant shrug than anything else.
"We carry a lot of our tension in the shoulders," Wii Fit Trainer replied, watching as some of the other participants performed the movement. "This will help you feel looser, lighter. Other exercises we'll do later on will benefit from you being more flexible in the shoulders."
"Am I doing it right?" Peach wondered aloud.
"Let me have a look -"
Wii Fit Trainer turned and paused, mouth open.
"Oh."
The Princess was on all fours, rolling her shoulders in the most awkward fashion. The motion sent a jerky wave flowing through her spine, pushing her hips back into -
"Lord Bowser, you're shrugging," Wii Fit Trainer spoke, and ignored Peach entirely. "You need to relax your shoulders. Here, try this..."

Ike was very familiar with wielding huge, heavy swords, the kind that would cleave a man right in twain should he meet the ill fortune of standing in its path. Sheik wielded a different sort of weapon. When he stood to his feet, Ike's gaze dropped right between his legs.
Eleven inches of flaccid meat hung down past the man's knees. Sheik could just about wrap slender fingers around the shaft. Veins crawled underneath the pale, creamy skin, emerging from the thick root and descending towards the swollen, pink crown. Ike could feel his throat grow tight as the man slowly approached him, watching that incredible trunk of cockmeat bouncing off of Sheik's inner thighs.
He hadn't moved an inch by the time the distance between them had closed to less than a foot. But that was because his breaches were awfully constricting; Ike was incredibly hard beneath them. Even then his erect length paled in comparison to Sheik's limp member.
"I want it," Ike choked out, the powerful musk of cock reaching his nose. "Let me suck on it, please."
Sheik looked down at him, slowly stroking himself. Then, just as slowly, he shook his head. His cockhead, that is. Ike almost jumped forward to gobble it down. Sheik had something else for him to munch on however. He revealed it, pink, tightly folded and glistening with sweet juices when he lifted the weighty length of his shaft out of the way. Ike inhaled deeply. The familiar aroma of pussy filled his nostrils.

Samus didn't get around to speaking to Zelda until just before lunch. They had actually been in the same room for a brief moment at one point, but there was little Samus could intelligibly say with a dick in her mouth. Otherwise, they had missing each other all morning, for the most part thanks to Samus being pulled aside as she tracked the Princess down through the Mansion. She counted her blessings that she wasn't wearing the Zero Suit; with more holes on offer she'd likely be moving around a lot less freely.
As it happened, she came across Zelda the one time Samus wasn't looking for her. She'd just stepped into the kitchen to top herself up with some water. As familiar with it as she was, sucking cocks one after the other made her throat feel itchy. And of course, at some point she would run out of spit. Sloppy blowjobs were such a useful tool in her arsenal when Samus wanted to move on quickly.
"Oh, there you are."
Zelda turned to look over Ryu's shoulder. "You were looking for me?"
"I meant to talk to you earlier," Samus said, walking up to the counter. She exchanged a nod with the sweaty, bare-chested world warrior quietly pumping into the Hyrulian woman. Clearly he was working out some kinks that had arisen during training. "Difficult to hold a conversation with a mouthful."
"You should have gestured to get my attention."
Samus shook her head. "Sonic was really adamant about getting that handjob. Could you pour me a glass?" she said, indicating the tap Zelda was using to wash lettuce.
The woman obliged, though her eyes glanced over Samus as she reached for said glass. "Your hair is in quite a state."
"Charizard, mostly. He was about to burn down one of the hallways. Thanks."
"You set him right," Zelda said as Samus took the water.
"Don't I always?"
"You've a way with that creature. I know not what we would do in your absence."
"You flatter me, Zelda," Samus said flatly. "I'm not the one who could turn this whole Mansion inside out with a mere incantation."
"Even so," the woman replied, "I do not think I could be so brave as to look a dragon in the eye."
Samus' mouth curved. "Comes with practice. Refill, please?"
"Did you want something of me beside such menial service?" Zelda said as she took the empty glass back.
Despite her stiff tone, Samus knew the Princess well enough not to take the comment too seriously. "Your advice, actually."
"Oh?"
"Yeah," the blonde woman said, taking a brief, almost hesitant pause, "about Wii Fit Trai -"
"Stop there."
Samus blinked. "Okay then."
The Princess snapped her fingers. Seconds later, Ryu had a pair of shimmering plugs stuffed into his ears. He gave as little reaction to their insertion as Zelda had done with his.
"She came to speak with me this morning. Wii Fit Trainer," the Princess clarified when met with a frown.
"About what?"
"You."
"Me?"
"Indeed," Zelda replied, stripping lettuce leaves away from the bulb without a single shift in expression. "And I told her..."
Samus leaned forward ever so slightly. Zelda flicked her gaze to the side and caught it. A rare, tiny curve to her lips emerged.
"...that you appreciated the attention of both men, and women," the Princess finished.
Ryu, apparently, finished in the same moment, without so much as a grunt or a flicker of pleasure crossing his face. Samus glimpsed the moist sheen coating his shaft as he quietly tucked himself away, pulling Zelda's panties back into place to prevent accidental leakage. The hem of her long skirts fell to floor as the man made his exit. Belatedly, as he walked out the door, Samus realised Ryu was still earplugged. She turned back to Zelda with a mental shrug.
"Did Wii Fit Trainer say anything after that?"
"Only that she has grown tired of your teasing."
Samus smirked. "Not the impression I got this morning. But, I'm very good at taking criticism."
"You are not," the Princess said plainly.
"Depends who's giving it," Samus said, draining her second glass of water in one go.
Zelda looked up as she turned to leave. "Where are you off to?"
"To class," Samus replied, and a twinkle of mischief gleamed in her eyes.
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