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Fixed versus Broken	By : anacsadder Category: +S through Z > Super Mario Brothers Views: 3979 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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When Wario asked Waluigi to go up to the attic and see if he still had The Treasure Box, Waluigi couldn't decide which alarmed him more; that Wario had kept the Black Jewel, or that he couldn't remember if he'd kept it or not. He wanted to send it to Captain Syrup as revenge for some recent slight that he hadn't gone into detail about.
Waluigi had been glad to do something relatively normal for the first time in... he didn't even know how many months it had been. He only went outside to deal with the lawn. Things that happened outside the house had begun to lose meaning, and that included the passage of months. Of course he wasn't thrilled that Wario had tasked him with retrieving the dangerous artifact, but at least it broke up the insanity inducing monotony he'd be forced into.
As he passed the door at the top of the stairs, he paused. It was still closed. He knew that all the lights were off in the room beyond it. He'd left them off. A physical pain grew in his chest. He grabbed the knob with a trembling hand and twisted. The door swung open.
Pink and gold twilight blanketed the interior. Nothing had changed. He'd never cleaned up the mess Wario had left behind after he woke up. He hadn't touched the closet since Wario bought him new clothes. He used Wario's bathroom, now. Wario liked to watch him shower. The room was a time capsule. Frozen. Waiting.
Tears burned his eyes for the first time in months. It was an alien place, with alien furnishings. A dead place of abandoned belongings. Even the trophy had gathered dust. The trophy that someone had once cherished above all things. The trophy that had once stood as proof that someone wasn't useless beyond helping Wario win.
He crossed the room and lifted the trophy off its high perch. As he stared at the dust-dimmed glass, a drop of liquid splashed onto its surface. It traced a bright trail through the powder as it zigzagged between the plates of the turtle shell. Another tear joined it. Waluigi sank to his knees and wiped his eyes on his skirt. He hadn't realized the whole situation still hurt so damn much. Maybe he should have known, though. He hadn't even looked at his face since it happened. Months, he'd been wearing this face, and he'd refused to acknowledge it. His sense of self was as paralyzed and wasted as this room.
With a deep breath, he applied the skirt to the surface of the trophy as well. Her face stared at him from the streak of clarity it left behind. Her eyes widened with his. Her jaw dropped with his. The mental image of himself that he had preserved so carefully shattered in slow motion. Her lips were softer, her eyelashes longer. Neglected brown hair curled and tumbled at least an inch past her shoulders. She rubbed her smooth cheek and sniffed.
As the new mental image slowly overrode the old one, the dissonance that had plagued her faded. At least consciously. Waluigi passed a hand over the surface of the trophy and closed his eyes. She hugged the trophy to her chest and rocked, whimpering. She mourned his loss, the one who had won the trophy. Then she scrubbed it clean and placed it on the shelf. The high place that Wario couldn't reach. She stood back and watched it gleam in the fading light of the dull room. Like an urn.
Then she closed the door behind her, and hurried about her previous task. It wouldn't do to make Wario wait.
000
Waluigi sat at the kitchen table quietly picking through the scraps of Wario's dinner. Wario sat at the other side of the table working on his second piece of cake. She finished her dinner and brought the plate to the dishwasher. She could feel Wario's eyes crawling up the backs of her legs as she bent to put the dish in the lower rack.
“Don't go yet,” Wario said. “I got some dessert for yah.”
Waluigi straightened up and turned around. She knew what to expect before she saw it. Wario wiggling his pants and underwear down around his ankles as best he could without standing up all the way. He slapped his hand in the middle of his cake slice and smeared his erection with crumbs and frosting. She sighed inwardly as she assumed her position between his legs. At least sucking sugar off his dick mitigated the saltiness of his precum.
The fat doppelganger picked at the cake with his fingers while he watched Waluigi's head bob in his lap. He moaned around mouthfuls of chocolate and icing, to the point where she couldn't tell when he was 'mm'ing about the blow job or 'mm'ing about the cake. When the treat was finally gone, he tugged on the long, brown hair and held out his sticky hand. Waluigi licked and sucked each finger clean. “That's my girl,” Wario praised. Then he patted a thick thigh. “Why don't you hop on up in Wario's lap, hm?”
She stood up and straddled his lap. His greedy mits slipped up her skirt and tightened on her rear. He pulled her pelvis tight against his belly, so that she could feel the head of his sex poking at hers. He held her there. All he had to do was loosen his grip and she'd be speared. His face nuzzled between her tits and she heard him inhale sharply. A gravely purr rumbled his in throat as he looked up at her.
“Kiss me, sugar tits.”
Waluigi blinked. Wario had never expressed any interest in kissing anything above her neck, and even that was a rarity. It had to be some kind of test. Hell if she'd fail it... She closed her eyes and gave him a tight but lingering kiss on the lips. Three seconds seemed like it was maybe okay, but as she pulled away he held her gaze until she leaned in for another one. Her self-control had taken a hit after the first attempt and she shook visibly. Wario's lips were slightly parted this time, and she knew what he wanted. Waluigi's mouth opened, too. Even braced for it, she barely managed to avoid retreating from the invading tongue. He tasted like chocolate and onions.
One arm slid up and around her back, dragging her skirt with it and pinning her in place. His other hand delivered a resounding smack to her exposed behind. Waluigi yelped into Wario's mouth and a low laugh interrupted the kiss. He swatted her on the butt again, except this time he turned it into a hard squeeze. Her hips jerked forward.
“You think I don't know?” Wario breathed in her ear as the almost damp cunt pressed around his cock. “Those fluids aren't just mine.” He slap-squeezed her other cheek. “You fixed up so nice.” He settled the slender body into his lap more firmly, sheathing himself in it. “Ride me. Make me shoot your pussy full.”
Waluigi wasn't sure what exactly to do. It probably would have been easier lying down, but that wasn't an option. She put her arms around Wario's neck to brace herself and used her legs to ride his hard-on like a Pogo stick. “Is this good?” She asked nervously.
“I'll tell you if you're doing wrong,” Wario leered. “Just keep fucking.”
She closed her eyes to avoid the awkwardness churning her stomach and kept working herself up and down his shaft. Her muscles were weak and out of practice from being cooped up on the property for so long, but she didn't dare stop before he told her to stop. An exhausted groan escaped as she tilted her head back. Her thighs heated to a dull burn. Eventually she collapsed heavily into Wario's lap and couldn't find the strength to push her body up again. Her arms remained draped loosely around the rippling biceps as she searched for her second wind.
“Come on, fuck me.” Wario slapped her butt again as he growled a low, steady stream of words in her ear. “Fuck me, you cutesy little bitch. You can rest when your pussy drips.” Another slap. “Work those hips, come on...”
With a half-sobbed moan, Waluigi ground her hips against Wario's pelvis. He slouched in the chair and splayed his knees. Her tight hind end slipped into the gap, settling her more firmly on his veiny pole. Her fingers laced together at the nape of his neck as she leaned back to get a better angle. Waluigi was too preoccupied with ending this to worry about falling. She wanted it to be over. She had to make Wario finish.
Wario let her bounce, struggle, and squirm until she was panting and sweating. When it was clear she'd worn herself out, he said, “Lean back.” His right hand supported the amazingly light torso while his left hand guided her leg across over his head. With her seated sideways, he hooked one arm under her knees and the other around her back. Then he shook her up and down his cock himself.
She whined and clenched her teeth to keep from biting her tongue. Even her modest peaches jiggled and danced as Wario brought her down on his lap over and over. He growled. His head lolled back as he sighed loudly. Waluigi felt the geyser erupt inside of her as Wario sucked hair through his teeth. She barely had time to uncurl from the position he'd folded her into before he was barking orders at her again.
“Bend over, good girl. Spread your pussy. I wanna see you drip.”
Supporting her chest on the table, Waluigi got her shaky legs under her and pulled her lips apart. Muscles pushed and she felt the slimy glob escape down her slit. Her back arched as the nimble fingers of one narrow hand stretched just a little farther to catch the ejaculate. They rubbed her lips and clit in circles, working the cum into her skin like sticky lotion. Then she sank to her knees and let Wario watch her suck the digits clean. She knew what he liked by now. It was all about whether or not she could find the energy or the will to do it before he had to prompt her.
“Real nice...” He murmured under his breath as he watched her. Then he stood and pulled up his pants. “Bring me a beer when you finish cleaning up the kitchen. I'm going to watch TV.” He paused at the door, adjusting his clothes. He didn't look at her, but he spoke to her. “Remember. If you want to sit on any of my furniture, you better clean that dirty little cunt of yours first.”
She didn't answer and he didn't wait for one. As soon as the door closed, she hugged her knees to her chest and waited a minute or two for some of her energy to return.
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