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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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Waluigi no longer gave a shit that his overalls hugged his hips and chest uncomfortably. He was a good little girl. Whatever. After the previous night, he didn't want to provoke Wario into assaulting him over breakfast, too. Nothing ever played out as easily as he hoped it would, though. The first words out of Wario's mouth upon entering the kitchen were:
“What are you wearing?”
Waluigi's shoulders slumped and he sighed at the ceiling. “Clothes. Why, do you want me to take them off?”
Wario punched him hard in the arm. “Don't sass me.”
Waluigi stumbled sideways a bit before he managed to catch his balance. “What do you want me to do? If you want me to take them off, I will, but this is what I have, so I don't know what else you expect.”
Wario frowned and shook his head. “You are so gonna owe me, sugar tits.” He sat at the kitchen table. “Give me my food and go do the rest of your chores. I'll deal with it.”
With the familiar cloud of gloom descending over his head, Waluigi complied.
000
Around noon, Wario found Waluigi vacuuming the living room. He had a bag of clothes from MushrooMart in one hand. Waluigi turned off the vacuum and stayed in place. This wasn't going to be good. The 'favors' Wario did for him were never good.
He thrust the plastic bag into the other man's arms. “Here,” he growled. “Change your clothes like a good girl and give me a foot rub for all the walking you made me do.”
A long arm reached into the bag and pulled out a little black skirt. He followed Wario with his eyes as the fat man kicked off his shoes and settled into his armchair.
“Just put your overalls and underwear on the couch. I'll get rid of 'em,” Wario said as he laced his fingers together on his belly.
With the sick certainty that Wario was actively trying to drive him insane, Waluigi stripped from the waist down and stepped into the skirt.
“That's better.” Wario made a circular motion with one finger. “Twirl for me.”
That was one of the things Waluigi was regrettably good at. He did a quick pirouette, keeping his eyes on the ground. In other company, he loved showing off his dancing skills, but Wario had the uncanny ability to take the things he loved and turn them against him.
“Very good,” Wario laughed. A sock foot wiggled in Waluigi's direction. “Come here.”
Waluigi knelt at Wario's feet and took one in his lap. His thumbs rubbed circles on the bottom. Wario sighed contentedly. There was a blessedly long silence until Waluigi moved to switch feet. As soon as he let go of it, Wario's toes hooked under the pointed chin and lifted Waluigi's face.
“I bet with some bleach and some make-up, you could pass for Peach's doppelganger,” Wario mused.
Inwardly, Waluigi had a mini panic attack. When was this going to stop? Seriously! Was Wario just going to keep chipping away at him until there wasn't a shred left?
Wario laughed at the flash of dread in Waluigi's eyes and kept going. “How does 'Warupichi' sound? Hm?” His foot rubbed Waluigi's cheek
“A little awkward,” Waluigi mumbled as he averted his face, hoping Wario was kidding.
“No more awkward than your dumb name,” Wario scowled and plopped his other foot in Waluigi's lap.
Waluigi picked it up and started working it between his hands without commenting. At least the dig at his name was an old, familiar one. None of this 'good girl sugar tits' crap.
“When's lunch?” Wario asked.
“Whenever you want it to be,” Waluigi answered dully.
A smile crept across Wario's face. The foot that Waluigi wasn't massaging slipped under his skirt and up his inner thigh. “You still have your razor?”
Waluigi didn't trust himself not to say something bitter or sarcastic, so he just nodded. Wario caressed Waluigi's crotch with the top of his foot. The thinner doppelganger gritted his teeth and tried to ignore it. Wario was just trying to upset him. He couldn't let it get under his skin.
“I had the biggest hard-on when I woke up this morning, and no good little girl to take care of it for me. I think it's time you start sleeping in my room.”
“Okay,” Waluigi said quietly.
“I want you to start shaving this for me, too,” Wario continued, wiggling the toes under Waluigi's skirt.
“If that's what you want,” Waluigi said, trying not to squirm. If Wario had put him on edge before, he was fucking scary now. He used to believe he knew what to expect from his abusive roommate. Apparently Wario was capable of just about anything. The foot pressed harder. The knuckles found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of his slit. Waluigi swallowed hard and his grip on Wario's other foot tightened. “Is it better yet?” He asked.
“Nah. Not yet. Keep going.”
The foot rubbed persistently, mocking the motions of Waluigi's fingers. Waluigi bit his lip. He could tell Wario to stop, but he wouldn't listen. “Wario, I need to finish vacuuming...”
“Excuses, excuses.” His foot withdrew, though. “Lunch first. Then you can finish vacuuming.”
“Where do you want me to bring it?”
“Eh. I'll take it in the dining room.” Wario pushed himself out of the chair, picked up the clothes Waluigi had left on the couch, and went off to do who knew what with them.
000
Water pattered carelessly on the tile around the hunched, scrawny form. Waluigi sat with a razor in one hand, a bar of soap in the other, and his legs spread wide. He stared at the coarse, curly hair between them. He'd shaved his legs and his arm pits. That had been easy. He didn't know where to start with this. Pubic mound and down? Labia and up? Finally he rubbed his crotch with soap and dragged the razor carefully over one lip. The result was surprisingly effective and easy, but the disposable razor was completely choked with hair after one stroke. Wario had a fancy electric razor, but of course Waluigi had never been allowed to touch it. He picked the hair out with his fingers, and kept going.
000
Wario was lounging in bed with his arms crossed behind his head when Waluigi opened the door. The breeze on his exposed genitals made him blush. He'd worn an old, baggy t-shirt and he clutched at the hem as he closed the door. A large hand patted the mattress. Waluigi chewed his lips as he walked over and sat on the edge. He'd never touched Wario's bed in any capacity other than changing the sheets. It felt weird.
“Let me see if you've been a good girl,” Wario said.
Waluigi shifted onto his knees and lifted the edge of the shirt. He didn't like it. Naked, the little cleft reminded him of a cartoon cat face. Wario traced his fingers down the flat plane between Waluigi's navel and sex. One lightly traced the neatly folded slot. The calloused digits felt alarmingly intense without the thick hair in the way.
“Oh, that's cute,” Wario grinned. “Makes me wanna stick things in it.” He licked two fingers and pressed them into Waluigi's third orifice, watching the lips part to accept the intrusion.
He stayed still, watching Wario's hand in shocked silence. His conscious mind cringed away every time Wario touched him like that. He couldn't help it. Wario's free hand gave him a light but solid slap on the cheek.
“Stay present, Walu,” Wario commanded. “I don't want anymore excuses. You should be used to this by now.”
“I'm letting you do it. I don't know what else you want,” Waluigi said quietly.
Wario pursed his lips. Then he grabbed Waluigi's wrist and dragged him out flat on his back. “I want you to cooperate.” His eyes wandered the room, and then fell on his bedside table. He opened the drawer and pulled out his tripod shaped back massager. Waluigi recognized it. He'd used it on Wario after tennis matches, but he'd never been allowed to use it himself. “Like this.” He turned it on and pressed it to the junction of Waluigi's thighs.
The angular eyes widened and he pushed at Wario's hand, trying to get away. Wario imprisoned both of his wrists in a bruising fist. Waluigi's head went back as he squirmed. “Please stop, I don't like it,” he begged. The sensation was sharp. He felt like his insides were melting.
Wario shoved one of the legs inside Waluigi's vagina and drew it out slowly. The thin coat of moisture made it glisten in the lamp light. Not enough, though. “You're such a liar.” He rubbed the vibrating plastic between Waluigi's lower lips. The pinned doppelganger whimpered and shook. He'd ceased his escape attempts, but Wario tightened his grip anyway. “You should be glad I like a juicy cunt to fuck. I could be real mean and fuck you dry every time.” He tested the wetness again. This time clear strands stuck and stretched and broke as he drew the massager away. Much better. “Or maybe a good, hard, dry fuck would be good for you. Teach you some appreciation.”
Red prints ringed Waluigi's wrists when Wario finally released them. “I do appreciate you. I do,” Waluigi insisted. Wario looked mad. He didn't want Wario to be mad. There was no telling what he'd do.
“Then show it.” Wario grabbed the bony hips and forced entry.
Waluigi did his best to 'stay present,' but the present hurt, and not just because Wario's sweat stung the sensitive, freshly shaved skin between his thighs. He let himself moan and squirm with discomfort as Wario hammered him. He didn't hide that Wario's oppressive bulk made him gasp for air. There wasn't any way to make himself like it, but Wario seemed content enough that the things he did were engendering reactions. Whether they were negative or positive reactions didn't seem to matter.
000
Late in the following afternoon, Waluigi sat on the floor in a cutesy, blue dress polishing Wario's trophies. It wasn't easy to do without looking at his reflection, but he somehow managed to keep his eyes just unfocused enough to keep the shape in the polished metal blurry. He watched his hands. They were still the same. Unless Wario made him start painting his nails or wearing jewelry... No, that was ridiculous. Wario would never buy him jewelry.
He picked up a trophy that he didn't recognize. The date was from the drugged-out period that he couldn't remember too well. Apparently Wario had placed second in the seventh annual karting event. Waluigi's mind wandered to one of the first things Wario had told him when he woke up. No one had cared that he was gone. He wondered if anyone at the race had bothered to ask about him. Luigi and Daisy had probably been relieved when he didn't show up. But one person had to have at least asked, right? Toadsworth, maybe? He was in charge of registration and organization. He had to have asked. The question became, then, what sort of horrible lie had Wario made up to explain his absence?
A second blurry shape appeared in the silver surface. Waluigi looked over his shoulder and waited for Wario to speak.
“I got you something,” Wario said. He was holding a shoe box. “Stand up and try them on.”
More of the fucking cross dressing. Or maybe it wasn't cross dressing. He was sort of a girl, even if he didn't feel like one. If he were honest with himself, the whole thing was starting to get kind of confusing. That was probably the point. He got to his feet and opened the box. Red high heels. Like he wasn't tall enough? Wario probably thought it would be funny to watch him try to walk in them. He placed them on the floor and stepped into them carefully. His ankles tottered and he found he had to stand up straighter to keep his balance.
“Come on, sugar tits. Walk for me,” Wario leered as he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.
The taller doppelganger took a few shaky steps. His legs tensed as he tried to stabilize his top half.
“You look like a baby giraffe,” the observer laughed. “Use your hips.”
With a mental sigh, he squared his shoulders and tried to loosen his hips. Being on his toes cut the length of his strides in half.
“There you go. That's walking like a dainty girl,” Wario grinned. “With a few weeks of practice, maybe we can train you out of that weird spider thing you do.”
“I'm not allowed to take these off, am I?” Waluigi asked dully.
“Catching on quick, aren't yah?” As he sauntered past, he reached up the skirt and gave Waluigi's ass a hard squeeze. “As you were.”
What were his options? He was too scared to defy Wario and too embarrassed to go outside. So the list of things he simply accepted grew by one more item, and he got back to work.
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