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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
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- 8-viii.
- 9-ix.
- 10-x.
- 11-xi.
- 12-xii.
- 13-xiii.
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Considering the few days she'd taken residence in it, Wii Fit Trainer knew that she had yet to see all of the Mansion. Upon taking sight of the vast, open space that apparently lay underneath it however, the woman realised she had no idea just how big this place really was.
The hangar bay felt like a city, almost to Wii Fit Trainer incomprehensible in size. From where she stood she couldn't even see the end of it, so far did it stretch into the distance, but it was at least large enough to house a monstrously sized airship against whose hull were folded enormous leathery wings. It was by far the hangar's most prominent feature, dominating the space otherwise occupied by a number of much smaller craft - one of which Wii Fit Trainer stood in the presence of, along with (she was about to learn) its pilot.
The meeting was over, that's what usually came as a result of one of the two parties engaged in discussion storming away, clicking heels fading into the distance. Wii Fit Trainer, feeling increasingly awkward, essentially served only to bear witness to Zelda and Samus arguing back and forth before the former took her impassioned leave. Samus gazed up at the tall, tall ceiling in her wake, sighed and then hopped up to park her naked buttocks on the edge of one of the many supply crates littered around the hangar. Wii Fit Trainer, glancing after the Hylian woman's retreating back, spoke for the first time since stepping out of the personnel transports they'd taken down from the Mansion.
"So, uh, who's Daisy?"
"Member of the royal family ruling over a kingdom called Sarasaland," Samus replied, feet lazily swaying a good few inches above the cool metallic floor. "A cousin to our dear Princess Peach."
"They're related?" Wii Fit Trainer asked, surprised.
"Somehow," said Samus. "I never cared for the details. Royal families always find ways to intermingle, particularly behind spouses' backs."
"So are Peach and Zelda..."
Samus shook her head. "I sincerely doubt it. Zelda would've thrown herself off a bridge already were that the case."
"Ouch," Wii Fit Trainer winced.
"Yeah, I don't think the landing would be pretty either."
"That's not what I meant," Wii Fit Trainer said flatly, earning a smirk in return. "Anyway, it doesn't seem like Zelda's especially fond of this Daisy character."
"No. Neither am I really," Samus said, thrusting her chest forward. Appearing to at least; she was actually stretching her back but Wii Fit Trainer was certainly not complaining about the fortunate consequence of that action. "Like she said, Daisy is loud, obnoxious and rude. But like I said, she's an insatiable cock addict who'll fuck anything that moves and right now we could do with a couple extra holes lying around."
Wii Fit Trainer's nose wrinkled at that; traces of a pungent whiff still hung in the air around the blonde woman. Wario's doing. In a bid to clear out a room full of guys arguing (and in some cases physically fighting) over who got to use Samus next, he'd let off an almighty stinker. That had been her last straw, and apparently her fist was the last thing Wario would see for the next few hours.
"Yeah, thanks. I know," Samus said tonelessly, catching Wii Fit Trainer out as she tried to innocently pass off her itching nostrils. "I stink."
"You don't."
Samus arched her brow.
"Okay, you do," Wii Fit Trainer said sheepishly, "just a little."
The blonde groaned irritably. "I'm going to shove a douche so far up that bastard's ass..."
"So why did you bring us down here?" Wii Fit Trainer asked, once she'd finished chuckling.
Samus spread her arms as if to pull in the entire hangar and smother it between her breasts. "This is my retreat, when the madness up there gets too much for me."
"I see," Wii Fit Trainer said, looking around once more, "and what belongs to who?"
"Well, first, that giant motherfucker is the Halberd," Samus said, pointing her attention towards the airship. "Metaknight's pride and joy."
Wii Fit Trainer gave her a sidelong glance, struggling not to smirk. "Is he compensating for something?"
"No. No, he most definitely is not."
Next up were a handful of Arwings, what Wii Fit Trainer could only surmise were the futuristic equivalent of a fighter plane judging by their size and minimalist design. On another side of the hangar were amassed a sizeable collection of race cars, and Samus pointed out to her the vividly blue machine nestled amongst them that belonged to Captain Falcon before begrudgingly admitting that the man was indeed a talented driver when in a conscious state.
"And this?" Wii Fit Trainer asked, pointing up at the sleek, roundly curved vessel they were practically stood right underneath. "Who does it belong to?"
Samus paused for a moment to turn to it, her eyes soft with familiarity. "This is a Hunter-Class gunship, Mark II. She's mine."
Wii Fit Trainer blinked. It shouldn't have been that difficult to tell, really. The distinct lines and colour scheme of the ship's hull matched exactly that of Samus' hulking armour, the neon-green design of its canopy bearing much similarity to the woman's helmet visor. Wii Fit Trainer felt rather silly for not making the observation sooner. She blamed it on Samus' tantalising half-nakedness. Then something occurred to her: the fact that Samus owned a gunship in the first place. Words tumbled out of her mouth.
"Wait. What are you?"
"Excuse me?"
"I mean, what do you do?" Wii Fit Trainer corrected herself. "What's your job?"
Samus thought about that for a minute. "I'm a messenger," she eventually answered, "the kind that's always getting shot at."
"I take it you don't work for a postal service."
"No. I work for myself."
Wii Fit Trainer folded her arms. "So, it's you against the world, huh?"
Samus smirked. "Try the galaxy."
"The...the what?"
Samus thumbed towards her ship. "Takes me all the way across the deep, starry black, safe and sound."
"You mean...space."
"That's the one."
"...Are you...?"
"Human?" Samus finished, clearly enjoying the confusion Wii Fit Trainer felt etched hotly into her face. "Yes. Mostly."
"Mostly?"
"I wasn't born on this planet," Samus told her, smiling. "Somewhat more of an exotic catch than you originally thought, huh."
"Well, I thought you were a robot at first, honestly," Wii Fit Trainer told her.
"Easy mistake to make. I bank on it, in fact. The appearance of a menacing, soulless killing machine has its uses."
Wii Fit Trainer smirked. "You don't look so menacing right now, with your tits hanging out."
"Oh, I still could," Samus said quietly as the woman stepped in between her parted legs, "but I figure you won't want to kiss me if I make a scary face."
Wii Fit Trainer trained her eyes on the blonde's soft lips. "Take me for a ride."
"Hmm?"
"In your ship."
"Don't you have classes to teach?"
Wii Fit Trainer shrugged. "I can cancel them."
"Sounds like bad business. Besides," Samus said, "I need someone up there to help keep Zelda sane."
"Where are you going to be?"
"Down here, keeping myself sane."
Wii Fit Trainer pursed her lips. "Sounds selfish."
"More like sensible," Samus replied. "Mood I'm in right now, the first thing I'd do were I to go back up there is find Peach - and then beat Bowser around the head with her. The way he's been hogging the woman the past few days is the main reason we've had to resort to bringing in Daisy."
"Huh," Wii Fit Trainer said, "can't have that, I suppose. So when will she be arriving?"
"Daisy? Oh she'll already be here."
Wii Fit Trainer paused. "What? How? You and Zelda were just talking about her."
"I've been lead to suspect that Daisy has the Mansion bugged," Samus said. "Mention her name enough times and she'll conveniently happen to drop by to visit her dear old cousin in the same hour."
"Sort of like Bloody Mary."
"Wow," Samus laughed, "what did she do to piss you off?"
Wii Fit Trainer frowned, confused. "Who?"
"Mary."
She stared at the blonde for a long moment. Then remembered that while human Samus was, technically, an alien. Chuckling, Wii Fit Trainer leaned forward and planted a kiss on the woman's lips.
"Nevermind. It's an Earth thing."

There was no welcoming party to greet her as she marched up the steps leading to the Mansion, but the woman knew how to make an entrance: straight through the front doors that whipped open in her presence as she strode confidently into the luxurious foyer. Standing poised with her hands at her hips and a wide, gleaming grin, the woman cast her eye about the place and immediately decided her first course of action.
"You there!"
The boy stopped in his tracks. So too did the piercing shriek of an axehead dragging along the marble floor. Why was he wielding an axe indoors? Certainly not to chop down trees, no, but it was an excellent deterrent to any curious soul who saw him walking down the corridor towards them. Not this one, apparently. The boy slowly turned unnervingly unblinking eyes to the source of the voice that called out to him.
The glare of sunlight streaming in through the doors made it tricky at first to properly see her, but then as she helpfully stepped forward the Villager managed to get a proper look at the woman. His brow creased. Since when did Peach wear orange? But alas, 'twas not the Princess of the Mushroom Kingdom that stood before him, casting the shadow of her generous bosom over his short stature.
"Hi! I'm Daisy."
The boy tilted his head. Daisy?
The woman smirked. "You're new here. Well, I always believe in making good first impressions. Get your dick out."
He stared up at her for the longest moment. In the next, a weighty axe clattered to the floor. The Villager's shorts were quick to follow.

"How unprofessional," Peach huffed.
Bowser grunted in agreement.
"Why even hold classes if you're not going to be there to teach them?"
Bowser grunted in agreement.
"I even took the effort to get changed during lunch!"
Bowser grunted in agreement.
"I bet she's off somewhere being lesbians with Jigglypuff. Ugh!"
Snorting, Bowser watched as Peach, kitted in a tight top and a pair of shorts presently yanked down around her knees, jolted bodily forward with an especially sharp thrust. "Ooooh," she moaned, a thick rod of Koopa meat sinking to the root inside her. That was the sound Bowser wanted to hear; he was already sick of her complaints about Wii Fit Trainer failing to show up at the gym on the hour. Or at all. Not that he was particularly patient enough to wait for any reasonable length of time. Bowser had picked up and carried Peach out of the room within five minutes. She bounced happily on his cock all the way down the corridor, slim arms wrapped around him. Bowser actually spent his seventh (or was it eighth? Ninth even?) load of the day inside her along the way, a feat any real Koopa would be proud of.
The proclaimed benefits of Wii Fit Trainer's programme were not coming along so well.
"We should keep practicing," Peach suggested. The Koopa King was more than happy to oblige, so in swung the nearest door of a room Bowser didn't care to notice the details for besides the coffee table he threw Peach down on top of. Face down, the pert cheeks of her delicious ass poised high in the air, Bowser was hard again in seconds. And nearing the brink of yet another climax in almost the same amount of time.
"Oh! I can feel you throbbing!" Peach cried, looking back over her shoulder. "Remember what Wii Fit Trainer said: you have to breathe and -"
"Enough chatter, woman," Bowser growled. "I'm...already...graaaagh!"
The King reared back his giant head as he pushed deep into Peach's sloppy insides and spontaneously orgasmed. Given that she'd barely spent any time since waking that morning without having her pussy plugged with protuberant Koopa meat, the Princess' tank was running full on Bowser's cum, to the point of overflowing. Thus accumulated ejaculate spurted out of her packed cunt when he ejaculated, sticky splotches of very recent ejaculation streaked across the glass surface of the coffee table. Not to mention Peach's own succulent juices. It was certainly a mess - not that Bowser had any intention of cleaning up. Sure, he knew the rules. But that's what children were for.
The Koopalings were always one step behind him, dwelling in his vast shadow and treading in slimy trails of spunk.
Peach sighed as Bowser slipped out of her, with a thud and prolonged squeak as his length dragged across stained glass. "I think we ought to go and look for Wii Fit Trainer," she said, turning onto her side with her lips pinched together. "You need as much help as you can get."

Zelda, after storming out of the hangar following Samus' declaration, was still fuming long afterwards as she marched towards the kitchens. If past experience was anything of an accurate indicator, it was the one place in the Mansion that would be free of infuriating antics. Daisy had no business being anywhere near cooking fires; the first time that had been allowed was swiftly determined to be the last time. And besides, Zelda had dinner to prepare. So it was to her great astonishment when she pushed open the door and stepped across the threshold that the kitchen, readily accepted to be the Hylian woman's domain, was already occupied.
"Oh," Daisy said, with a wet pop extricating a tapered length of cockmeat from her mouth, "hey Zel!"
The Princess' jaw grew tight, teeth grinding on top of each other. "My name, is Zelda," she said curtly.
"Mmmmrmmph what was that?" Daisy said, pulling back against the pair of hands that had just turned and shoved her head into a bristly haired crotch.
Zelda's eyes narrowed, gaze piercingly cool upon the the pair of males to either side of the kneeling Princess. Yoshi and Lucario paid her little mind in return; they were too busy moaning their respective names as Daisy's brunette head darted eagerly between them. Zelda's lips tightened into a thin line at the sight of her gobbling up their pink lengths in turn like a woman starved of all other sustenance. Daisy's utter lack of royal decorum flushed even Zelda's cold cheeks with heat.
"What are you doing in here?" she demanded, of all of them.
"I caught...these two...snacking on...treats," Daisy replied, a touch breathless as she passed her head back and forth, "and then," she continued, coiffed brown hair swaying as she sunk down to the root of Yoshi's prick, "I thought...I could do...with a snack too!"
A string of pearls hung from the woman's chin as Lucario's paws held her in place and he proceeded to rut against her mouth. The front of her dress, upon which sat a gleaming turquoise stone more valuable than the collective hides of the animals Daisy knelt between, was stained with heavy splotches of saliva, flecks of which spurted out over the edge of her lips as Lucario thrust himself vigorously between them. All it took was for Zelda to blink and the woman's mouth was suddenly host to Yoshi's length once again, which liberally glistened as Daisy bobbed so quickly on it that Zelda began feeling dizzy simply watching her. Of course, it didn't help that the heady smell of cock was quickly filling the room. The Hylian Princess fumed as by the second her sanctuary was further defiled.
"This is my kitchen. Get out."
Nose buried in Lucario's fur and her hands wrapped around the back of his thighs, Daisy shook her head and worked the last inch of his meat into her throat. She surfaced with a great, big gasp and all-too-pleased-with-herself grin moments later, Lucario's spit-lathered pokecock positively dripping a spunky concoction. "Not my call to make, Zel," her fellow Princess told her, already turning her attention to Yoshi.
"It's Zelda!"
"Sure, surmmmmph," Daisy managed, waving a dismissive hand in the Princess' direction as her mouth was eagerly stuffed with dick. Behind her, Lucario was already stroking himself to readiness once more, pawing at the woman's hair. The musk that wafted from his crotch singed Zelda's nostrils and they flared in disgust. The woman drew herself up to her full height, fists clenched and her eyebrows almost sewn together as cold blue eyes burned hot with royal outrage.
"So be it," Zelda declared, and she whipped around, giving Daisy, Yoshi and Lucario her tall back in a significant display of complete and utter contempt. "You will all starve!"
And with that, she marched straight out of the room.

Samus sat back in her gunship, eyes closed as she breathed in the metallic tang of control panels spread out in front of her, a sterile smell one could attribute to the bottle of cleaning fluid she'd wiped down the pilot's chair with, and the warm scent of her own pussy. That last one was still somewhat heady, given the fact that a mere handful of minutes before had Samus just experienced a soaking wet orgasm.
Habitually secretive, it was known to none other than herself that Samus could squirt. The Mansion's men were only concerned with their own pleasure and not even Wii Fit Trainer had managed to coax that glorious mess out of her yet. It was no fault of hers though; Samus practically had to perform ritualistic dance to stoke herself up to that maddening degree where her body felt, literally, like something was going to explode. She didn't know how to describe that intense pressure in words, only in dumb, monosyllabic wailing as she pinched her clit and some unseen force lanced through her spine, jutting shuddering hips up into the air as fat droplets of pussy juice sprayed onto the seat she'd been slouched into for something like an hour, edging herself ever closer to a high that almost knocked her flat out.
But sweet gods did it feel so fucking good.
"I should check on them," Samus mumbled, hearing nothing more than the quiet hum of her gunship in response. That was fine - good, in fact. Sometimes long dead voices in her head answered back when she spoke to herself. But that was a melancholy she would dwell on another day. For the time being, the woman sat up, lifted hands behind her head to tie up long, loose hair into a practical tail, and then reached out to the panels in front of her.
Numerous holographic displays were hovering in the air seconds later, upon each one painted a different perspective of the Mansion above. Samus held to her chest many secrets, one being that she hadn't been entirely truthful with Wii Fit Trainer early regarding a certain Princess that hailed from the kingdom of Sarasaland. For starters, Samus' relationship with the Princess was not so unfriendly as she let on. And secondly, the Mansion was most certainly bugged. But not by Daisy.
It didn't take much flitting through camera feeds before Samus happened upon the woman. Daisy was draped over the back of one of the drawing room's couches, occupied at either end. And entertaining more company than just the pair of cocks currently nestled inside her it seemed. There was a line that practically extended out the door. Even as Samus watched, Luigi pulled out of and swatted the Princess' rear end, her skirts bunched around her waist, before moving around to the other side of the couch where, after apparently draining a satisfied looking Link's balls dry, Daisy's mouth hung hungrily open waiting to be fed another length of throbbing meat.
Suffice to say, the woman was more than doing her part.
In an ideal world Daisy would have been a permanent residence in the Mansion long ago, for a perfectly justifiable reason: the Princess could steam roll through a horde of men any day of the week. She would, Samus was sure, happily take on the responsibilities the Freedom of Use policy imposed on the Mansion's women all by herself. She hadn't been lying when she told Wii Fit Trainer the woman was an addict for dick. However, Daisy pushed the buttons of another Princess a little too handily. As adventurous as she was, there was more at risk than just Samus' friendship with Zelda whenever Daisy was around. She drove the Hylian woman to madness, madness such as -
Wait.
Samus leaned forward, reversing the direction in which she'd been swiping through camera feeds. She had them planted all over the Mansion including, of course, her own room. What drew her attention to it now was the fact that her suit, sitting cosy and dormant in the walk-in closet, had suddenly just begun broadcasting an alert signal.
INTRUDER DETECTED
Samus' eyes narrowed as she read the scarlet words scrawled across the holo-display. "Who the hell...?" she began to mutter, already planning what retribution for this invasion of privacy she would mete out. And then she abruptly stopped, about the same time a figure wrapped head to foot in bandages and a tight fitting navy-blue garb entered the camera's field of view.
"Bugger."
Sheik moved forward into the room with purpose. Samus knew she wasn't about to like what she was going to see even if she had no idea what that was about to be. A heavy sigh escaped her lips; this was the price she had to pay for evening up the odds. There were too many hot-headed pricks thinking with their hot-headed pricks and too few holes to go around to satisfy them all. They'd been struggling to keep up with the demand even before Wii Fit Trainer's arrival - and since that had gone lesbian shaped Business 101 called for immediate action. Daisy just so happened to be a willing, competent business partner in that regard. But Samus knew Zelda couldn't have cared less, even if she knew that Daisy's immediate summoning to the Mansion was far from coincidental.
So here she had to sit, watching as out whipped an enormous cock, a monstrous pole of flesh hanging almost down to the knees when limp, rising to intimidating salute with a pair of hands curled around the thick slab of its shaft, pumping, twisting and twirling around the fat, purple crown at whose tip was already forming a huge dollop of pre-cum as Sheik -
"Oh, great," Samus said, rolling her eyes. "So mature."
- began to masturbate furiously over her pillow.

By the time Wii Fit Trainer arrived to take the class scheduled immediately after lunch it had already ended. By which was meant that all of her clients had long since deserted the gym. Few things in her life had left Wii Fit Trainer feeling so embarrassed.
But it wasn't her fault! How was she to know that it took much longer to get back up to the Mansion from the hangar lying underneath it than originally anticipated when on the way down she'd been in such trance-like awe of the facilities the Mansion boasted? And after she had spent the whole of lunch searching said Mansion high and low for her, how exactly was Wii Fit Trainer supposed to refuse Jigglypuff the orgasm or three the pokemon demanded upon finally crossing paths with her, when the moment she set her lips to Jigglypuff's the exquisite taste of cotton candy melted ever so sweetly onto Wii Fit Trainer's tongue?
It wasn't her fault, she told herself afterwards, chin glistening as contented Jigglypuff floated up to plant a kiss on her cheek. It was Samus', dragging her along to the meeting she essentially played no part in the first place. Oh, she was going to have some words with her later.
Right now, though, she needed to find Zelda. Because Samus had asked her to keep an eye on the Princess, ideally to make sure, at least for the first few hours of her 'visit', that she didn't cross paths with Daisy. Bad things would happen, apparently. Wii Fit Trainer had a class to teach prior, however; two in fact. Determined to make up for her unprofessional tardiness, Samus' request had to wait until just before dinner. And honestly, a little part of Wii Fit Trainer wanted to spite the woman for inadvertently making her look the fool in front of her clientèle. Bowser had been amongst the group taking the class she missed, Peach too. Wii Fit Trainer didn't doubt she was going to hear about that.
She also didn't doubt that she would find Zelda in the kitchens making the last preparations for that evening's meal. The kitchen turned out to be empty however, at least of the Princess. And none of the hungry handful crammed into it knew where to find her. Not to mention that the typically mouthwatering aromas wafting into the corridors at this time of day were unusually absent along with her. Wii Fit Trainer was at a loss. As was half the Mansion, and they were all getting hungrier by the minute.
Murmurings began at some point. Wii Fit Trainer couldn't exactly pinpoint the moment, but she recognised when a flow of movement began to pull the Mansion's denizens towards the dining hall. Curiosity led her to follow it, particularly when the name of a particular woman she had to meet but had heard particularly, one could say interesting, things about began to float through the air.
She was in the thick of the throng by the time it reached the grand doors of the dining hall, thrown wide open in all-inclusive invitation. A voice even called out to them, a woman's voice, aggressive, challenging and thickly muffled in between syllables. To what precisely they were all invited, well, for that a stunned Wii Fit Trainer could only attribute one word. Two actually. More like a phrase.
Monkey business.
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