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Fixed versus Broken	By : anacsadder Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 3979 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Mario franchise and I'm not making any money from this.

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A/N: For those of you reading this out of curiosity regarding the ending, I promise this is still going somewhere. As much as I do like meandering through smut, there is an end goal to all of this.
“You still aren't ready?” Wario growled. “I don't know what's so hard about this, Walu. You know it's coming, you know when it's coming, and you're never fucking ready.”
Waluigi grabbed instinctively at the hand around his neck, but he didn't bother trying to pry it off. He knew he couldn't. Wide eyes stared up at the round, red face that hovered over him. “I can't do it myself. I'm sorry...”
“Do you even try? I've got cameras all over this fucking house, you'd think I'd have seen you try.”
“I'm sorry,” Waluigi repeated. He didn't know what else to say. “I can't masturbate. I get... It doesn't work...” Everything about sex gave him anxiety. Masturbation reminded him of Wario raping him and from there he just panicked. Even after three weeks the trauma of having a whole new body still compounded the issue. Not to mention Wario's new, higher expectations. No more lying there quietly waiting for it to be over. The whole thing was fucked. He didn't know how Wario expected him to meet these demands. “M- maybe if you let me borrow the- the...” He trailed off.
“And what do I do, sit and wait for five minutes while you do something you knew you should've done already?”
“I'll- I don't know, I-,” Waluigi fumbled with his words. “I'll suck your- your dick while I do it, I...”
“Oh, no,” Wario growled and yanked him off the bed. “I'm gonna teach you a lesson you should've learned a week ago. We'll see what you can and can't do after that.”
“Please,” Waluigi whimpered. He didn't resist the pull on his wrist, because he knew that if he fell over Wario would simply drag him across the floor. “Let me make it up to you. I'll do anything you want!”
Wario cast him to the tiles in the bathroom. “I want you to be wet when I fuck you. And you didn't do that, did you?” He opened the cupboard under the sink. “Where did I leave that... box...”
“Wario,” Waluigi pleaded.
The troll ignored him. “Aha!” He pulled out the box of condoms that he hadn't had to use since he stopped seeing Mona. He unwrapped one, put it on, and wiped off the lubricant with a hand towel.
Waluigi scooted backwards and coward against the side of the Jacuzzi tub. Wario grabbed him around the ribs with both hands and set him on the edge of the tub. One hand pinned Waluigi's arms behind his back while is other arm hooked under Waluigi's knee. Then that hand held the arms in place while the other arm did the same. Wario's ability to manhandle him so easily was as demoralizing as anything else he did. “I'm sorry,” he whimpered one more time, folded and pinned in the massive arms.
“Not as sorry as you're gonna be,” Wario said. Then he wedged his latex-shielded cock into the resistant slot.
Waluigi struggled reflexively, but he knew he wasn't getting anywhere. It didn't hurt quite as much as dry anal, but the hard, rubbery intrusion burned as Wario pushed and dragged it in and out of him. It felt like his body didn't want it in him anymore than his mind did, but in and out and in and out it went regardless. His eyes scrunched shut. He trembled all over.
“Yeah. Hurts, doesn't it?” Wario sneered, inches from the pointed face. “Maybe you'll remember to be a good girl next time.”
“I'll be good,” Waluigi moaned. “I'll be good, I'm sorry...”
“I know. You said that already,” Wario said.
There wasn't anything to do but wait for Wario to fuck out his rage. He did, eventually. He lifted Waluigi and then plopped him on the floor. The impact jarred his teeth, but he was glad to have Wario out of him. The condom had a faint reddish tint to it when Wario grabbed his hair and forced his head back. Something was bleeding. He knew what Wario wanted, though, and at this point he was relieved to give it. He removed the rubber and sucked Wario's cock hard and deep, hoping he could avoid another round of pounding.
“Oh, that's nice,” Wario sighed.
Waluigi glanced up and saw Wario watching him with that lascivious, yellow smile.
“That's right. Show me how sorry you are.”
He'd told him with his tongue, and now he showed him with his tongue, because he didn't want Wario to be mad. He didn't want Wario to be scary. Because Wario could destroy him so easily if he wanted to... There was so little left un-destroyed...
“Look up at me,” Wario groaned. “Look at me and make me cum on your face.”
Waluigi craned his neck and let Wario lock eyes with him. He worked the spitty shaft with his fist and watched the other man's face pass through the stages from bliss to ecstasy to orgasm.
“Oh, good girl, good girl,” Wario moaned in a husky voice. His ejaculate splattered the lower half of Waluigi's face.
Waluigi flinched as some of it almost went up his nose, but it didn't, and then it was over and Wario looked happier.
“I've got the cameras on you tomorrow,” Wario warned. “If you're not even trying to get ready for me, you're gonna get it worse than you did today.”
“Can I please borrow the massager? Please?” Waluigi begged.
Wario laughed. “Look at you! Asking all sweetly with cum running down your face.” He pinched one of the smooth cheeks. “If you're a good girl, I'll think about it.”
000
At various points throughout the day, Waluigi tried to do what Wario wanted him to do. He really, really did. He'd reach up his skirt and lean against a wall, or sit on the ground, and at one point he even tried lying down. Sticking fingers inside himself hurt after Wario's rough treatment the previous night. He tried rubbing his clit with his legs spread wide, he tried rubbing his clit with his legs pressed together. He breathed deep and stayed calm, he tensed all his muscles and tried to force his body to respond...
Nothing worked. Every time, he'd hear Wario hissing in his ear about being a 'good girl' and then he'd just feel sick and shaky all over. In the moments when Wario wasn't pawing at him and sneering at him, he hated himself. He hated himself for begging to suck Wario's dick, he hated himself for promising to do anything that Wario wanted, and most of all he hated himself for apologizing so many times. Logically he knew Wario was the one who was wrong, but he was so afraid of him that in the moment he was willing to do anything to avoid inflaming Wario's ire.
He hated Wario. He hated the fat fucking devil for reducing him to the pile of quivering nerves touching himself in the hallway as he tried not to cry. Fingers alone were not enough to get him wet for the fucker, but fear was enough to make him try.
000
Waluigi was already on the bed when Wario came upstairs. He was curled in the upright fetal position he assumed when he felt particularly distressed. He peeked sideways with one eye. “I tried,” he whispered in a cracked voice. “I tried five times...”
Wario's hand engulfed his shoulder. “Five times, huh? I only saw two or three.” He raised his other hand to Waluigi's eye level. It held a long, plastic cylinder. One end tapered to a rounded point.
It took a moment for the recognition to sink in, but once it did Waluigi's eyes widened. In a split second he decided to lay the gratitude on thick, for fear that Wario was only pretending to be nice so he could have a laugh when he took it away. “Oh, thank you! Thank you so much, I'll use it every day, I promise, you won't be disappointed.”
Wario let him take the vibrator, but tightened his grip on the shoulder. “One thing, though, Walu.”
“What?” He asked nervously. Of course there was another thing. There was always another thing.
“I've spent a lot of money on you in the last week. The clothes, the shoes, this... I don't want you to think I'm some kind of piggy bank that can solve all your problems for you.”
“But I don't,” Waluigi protested. “I wouldn't have asked you for any of those things, I- I mean I'm thankful that you did- but-” He didn't know what thing to say that wouldn't get him in trouble.
Wario covered his mouth with his hand. “That vibrator cost me thirty coins. It's yours. You can use it whenever you want. But, if you use it, I'm gonna spank you thirty times to remind you that everything has a cost. I'm not a fucking charity, and my good will doesn't run any deeper now that you have a cunt and tits. Understand?”
Waluigi nodded and hunched his shoulders as the hand moved from his mouth. “I understand.”
“Good.” The hand on his shoulder gripped the nape of his neck and guided him up onto his hands and knees. “Let's see you give it a try.”
He didn't want to get hit, but he didn't want Wario to be able to accuse him of being ungrateful, either. He'd get hit harder, then, for sure. The whole wet and dry issue was another business entirely. There were no good options, but there was one best option. He twisted the base of the cylinder. The resulting buzz tickled his fingers. Shivering, he lightly drew the length of it along his inner lips. The soft tingle helped almost immediately. A sharp sting on his rear turned his sigh of relief into a yelp. The hand with the toy faltered.
“I didn't say stop,” Wario said as he slapped the other cheek.
No point in arguing. Waluigi turned the power as high as it would go and tried to focus through the pain. The two sensations warred for dominance of his nerves. At one point Wario paused the assault on his ass to test him. The pair of thick digits slipped in smoothly.
“Good girl,” Wario praised. “Almost done.”
After a few more hard smacks, Waluigi felt the bed shift behind him. He felt hands on his hips. He felt hard, heavy flesh glide into his pussy.
“Ah, yeah,” Wario sighed. “Smooth,” he chuckled, “like melted butter.” He pumped his hips a few times, and then popped back out. His fingers spread Waluigi's cheeks while his thumbs spread Waluigi's lips. “Put the vibrator inside yourself and hold it there.”
Waluigi obeyed. His eyes went wide as Wario forced his cock in alongside it. His vaginal muscles spasmed around the intrusion. Too thick. Too tight.
“Oh my fuck, why didn't I think of this before,” Wario moaned.
“It's too full,” Waluigi whimpered with his face in the mattress. He didn't expect that to make Wario stop, but it was true and it sounded like something Wario would like to hear. Anything to make this 'stay present' shit easier.
“You finally got a tight little pussy to go with your jail bait ass.” Wario squeezed both of the cheeks in question. They were a warm, tender shade of red. Then he wrapped his thumb and pointer finger around the base of his cock and the vibrator. As he started grinding his hips, he worked both of them in and out.
It hurt like hell despite the natural lubrication. He couldn't build up much momentum without losing his grip on the plastic cylinder, but that was probably making things take longer more than it was preventing any extra suffering. Waluigi squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth to release gasped moans of pain as each thrust hit home. When Wario fucked him fast enough, his breath came in fast, shallow pants and cries.
After the third time he lost his grip on the slippery plastic, Wario removed the vibrator. He gave Waluigi's rear a comparatively light slap. “Spread 'em.”
Waluigi reached back and gingerly gripped his aching buttocks. He'd have to sleep on his stomach, certainly. Something hard tickled his asshole and then penetrated. He whined. Still inside him, Wario's cock displaced the vibrator and pressed it back at a weird angle. Wario leveraged it so that it pressed against the thin membranes separating the humming plastic from his engorged flesh. Waluigi felt things shift inside of him and squirmed. It didn't hurt, but it felt so weird. With all the poking and twisting, he was afraid Wario would damage something. The fat man fucked him fast, winding up for the end. The bony spine arched as the flabby thighs bounced rhythmically off his stinging backside.
Wario wrapped his fist in Waluigi's hair and banged him harder. “Look at you, all stuffed up to a nice, tight fit. Feels good, so fucking good...”
He growled. He moaned. He shot Waluigi's pussy full. His bulk shoved the vibrator deeper as he rested across Waluigi's back. It jabbed something deep that made Waluigi whine again. Wario's low laugh rumbled his ear as humid, pungent breath ghosted across his neck.
“Can you feel it rattling around in there?”
A twitch of his hips caused the toy to jab the sensitive spot again. Waluigi whimpered.
“If I made it disappear, you think the buzz, buzz, buzzing would keep you up?”
“Wario, please...” Waluigi gasped.
Wario laughed again and rolled off of him. “Maybe some other time.”
Waluigi pushed himself into a kneeling position with his hand clasped over his crotch. “Can I use your bathroom?” He asked quietly.
“Mmph.” Wario gestured vaguely with his hand in what seemed like an affirmative gesture. The taller doppelganger left to clean himself up. When he returned, Wario was already out cold and snoring like a band saw.
000
Over the next several weeks, the vibrator proved to be worth the constant punishment of using it. Waluigi would never dare to admit it, but it reached the point where he felt a surge of autonomous arousal whenever Wario smacked him on the ass. Since Wario tended to smack him on the ass frequently, the conditioning made enduring the devil's libido slightly less unbearable.
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