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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 Princess' head moved quickly back and forth, shoulder length brunette locks wound around tightly around Ness' fingers. The young lad had his back to the wall, practically whimpering as Daisy slipped the head of his cock between her lips, worked her mouth down the shaft, then poked out her tongue and scooped up his hairless package, nose squashed flat against the boy's crotch. Ness felt like he'd been hit twice by PK Thunder; one minute he and Daisy were approaching each other from opposite ends of the hallway and the next his shorts were bunched around his ankles.
"Where's that other boy?" Daisy asked, extricating Ness' boy-prick from her mouth. "The blonde one."
"Lucas?"
"Ah, that's it," Daisy said, stroking him off. "Where is he? Far as I can remember you two are usually a package deal."
"He can wait his turn," Ness said quickly.
Daisy smirked. "No offence, kid, but a single course meal's far from enough to fill me up."
"Can you put it back in your mouth now?" Ness whined.
She stood up instead, a slant to her lips. "Let's go find your friend first."
"But -!"
"I'm not sure I'd feel you back there, Ness," Daisy said, eyes glinting. "Two of you at the same time, though? It would almost be like fucking a real cock."
The boy stared up at her. "What?"
Daisy laughed, not particularly kindly. "Don't think about it too hard. Or you'll go soft." She pointed. "Oops, too late!"
Before Ness could say a word in reply however, a terrifying bellow rang out. Lesser men would cower upon hearing it, slinking away in shame. The women fled, running as far in the opposite direction as their sensibilities could take them. But for Daisy, it was the most exhilarating sound she'd heard all day.
Ba-dum Ba-dum Ba-dum
The Princess knew it before she saw him, and it was only moments later that the ape hurtled into view. He practically threw himself forwards off of his knuckles, giant fists pounding into the floor. Nature's cry thundered from peeled back lips and Daisy lifted her hands into the air, reaching high and stretching out her body.
"You should probably step back," she advised Ness, who - in the presence of a slab of meat swaying menacingly between furry thighs that was almost as long as he was tall - had been reduced to a staring, trembling wreck. "C'mon, scoot!" Daisy said. "More. A bit more. There, good," she said, with the boy pressed flat up against the wall. The Princess patted him on the head. And then suddenly disappeared the next moment in a passing blur of brown-backed ape.
"See you around, Ness!"

"There's no point in us going to class together if you're not going to put any of it into practice."
Bowser's nostril slits flared at the accusation. "Who said I'm not?"
"You're finishing just as quickly as you always did!"
"And ready for another round even quicker. Grahaha!"
"It doesn't work like that," Peach said, folding her arms. "You're supposed to last longer. Mario's got the gist of it. He'll be fucking me all night at this rate!"
Bowser snorted. "Good luck trying. I'll be keeping you to myself from now on."
With a theatrical gasp, the Princess rounded on him. "You can't do that!"
"I can do whatever I want; I'm the KING," Bowser said, jabbing himself in the chest. Which probably wasn't the brightest idea with a set of razor sharp claws. The Koopa's face contorted into some kind of half wince as Peach stood fuming up at him.
"We have rules," she said, "and since you're not making any effort, I don't think I'll be lending you my help for much longer." Peach turned her nose up at him, blonde ponytail swaying behind her head. "It's getting boring anyway."
Bowser snorted even louder. "Yeah, sure. That's a lie."
The Princess aimed a bright, blue-eyed glare at him. "That's - my cousin!"
"Cousin?" the Koopa King snarled, spinning around in confusion as Peach suddenly flew past him. "What cousin?
Their journey through the Mansion in search of Wii Fit Trainer conveniently took a backseat to their argument right in front of the doors of the dining hall, a room that - as he turned to face it Bowser realised - was packed full of Smashers gathered around the tables. Well, one table. The very same Peach hopped and skipped towards with her hands daintily cast to either side of her swinging hips and her face brimming with joy.
"Daisy!"

Wind whipping through her hair, the Princess beat her fists against the ape's back. "Donkey Kong, you big lug, where are you taking me?"
The hurtling ape didn't reply. Well he did, but "Ooh Ooh Ah Ah!" were sounds Daisy generally made when being stuffed full of dick, not as a means of useful communication. She also didn't understand why he hadn't just taken her there and then right in front of poor little Ness - little in every sense - rather than tossing her over his shoulder and pelting off down the hallway. Since when had Donkey Kong ever cared about privacy? The ape had the capacity for only two trains of thought: bananas and, Daisy found out right then as thick black trails of smoke were coughed into the air by a spluttering pair of jetpack barrels, selfishly keeping his prize to himself.
The Princess looked on, slightly bemused as Diddy Kong quickly closed the distance. His ape friend could really get going at full tilt, but with the Barrel Jet strapped to his back there was no way the elder Kong was outrunning the monkey. Of course, said Kong thought he had the edge, so he was much more surprised than Daisy when Diddy swooped down, slipped her out from under the ape's vast arm and barrelled off, throwing a cheeky shout over his shoulder in the process.
Donkey Kong wore a look of such affront upon his face one would think he'd fallen victim to the most heinous of wrongdoings. Daisy, hanging upside beneath an erratically piloted, crudely fashioned jetpack, merely folded her arms and arched her brow as the ape quickly grew smaller. That prompted him to pridefully beat his chest and gallop after them. Diddy shrieked when the ape yanked on his tail; Daisy exchanged hands again when the monkey rattled off shots from his Peanut Popgun and Donkey Kong instinctively threw his arms up to protect his handsome features. The Princess, by this point, looked like she been put through consecutive wash cycles.
"Would someone just fuck me already!?"
So in through the doors of the dining hall they crashed, and onto the first table Donkey Kong sighted did Daisy find herself tossed across, feet dangling over the edge as the breath was knocked straight out of her lungs. Her dress was yanked up and her panties - panties? What panties? The Princess was naked from the neck down underneath her royal gown, soaking wet between her smooth, long legs and gasping wantonly the moment she felt ape-cock nuzzling against her hairless lips. The tip alone stretched Daisy almost to the width of her clenched fist - and even with small hands that was no laughing matter. However, as soon as it began to slip inside, Donkey Kong pulled out again. Or rather, was evicted from the premises.
With a jetpack powered kick to the curb.
Diddy wasted no time finding his purchase, and then finding her pussy. The younger Kong's weight squarely on the back of her thighs, Daisy gasped aloud when with a single thrust several inches of monkey-meat sank into her hot, tight twat.
"Finally!"
Diddy was quick to call his agreement, clapping excitedly. Daisy yelped as the rhythm was drummed out on her exposed buttocks, then practically held her breath with glee as the monkey's hips drew back so that he could -
- be suddenly yanked into the air and tossed aside by an elder, displeased Kong. Who barely secured his grip on Daisy's hips before Diddy rocketed back into the fray. Before long Donkey Kong was swatting at the air whilst being pelted with high-powered peanut projectiles and Daisy, lying frustrated and unused across the tabletop, finally turned around to look over her shoulder and yelled: "Hey! I've got two holes back there, remember?"
The Kongs stopped immediately, Diddy's big toe jammed up the ape's nostril. They looked between each other, and then at Daisy, who propped herself up on all fours, swaying luscious hips and reaching back to pull apart round, creamy white cheeks.
"How long are you boys gonna keep me waiting, huh?"
Funnily enough, not very long at all.

"Daisy!" Peach called excitedly. The throng of Smashers parted to give her passage through to the central attraction, and there she saw her fellow Princess' head turn at the sound of her voice.
"Peach!" Daisy returned, retrieving an arm from around Donkey Kong's neck and waving her over. "How's my favourite cousin?"
"Clearly not having as much fun as you are right now!"
Daisy grinned shamelessly. Then moaned deliriously as in tandem monkey and ape stuffed her full of cock. The Princess was sandwiched between them, held up in Donkey Kong's arms who stood on one side of the table. Diddy, standing on the table itself, was pressed right up against the woman's back, angling an impressive length of meat between her pert cheeks. Betwixt the legs spread wide and balanced in the crook of the ape's furry, muscled arms, Peach spied the thick girth of Donkey Kong's shaft thrusting wildly up into Daisy's snatch.
"When did you get here?" Peach asked then, looking up at her bouncing cousin. "I didn't even know you were coming."
"You know me," the Princess replied. "I like dropping in unannounced every now and then."
Peach clapped her hands. "Oh, I'm so glad you're here, Daisy. We always have so much fun together!"
"There's no time like the present," her cousin told her. "Get in on the action!"
And at that Peach turned, beholding the men of the Mansion gathered all around them, watching eagerly, some already sporting noticeable bulges. "Goodness," she said breathlessly, giggling behind her hand. "I'm spoilt for choice."
The choice was more than happily made for her instead. In seconds Peach's shorts were looped around her knees and she had no idea who was to blame. Another unseen culprit freed her breasts from the confines of her tight top virtually in the same moment and suddenly Peach was surrounded. Hands were roving over every exposed inch of her trim body; there were lips against her back and tongues against her hips. Fingers, thick, greasy, thin and spindly, slipped between her thighs. Peach couldn't tell what from who as she gasped and threaded her own digits into the hair of the heads hovering near her chest, eager mouths suckling on her little pink pebbles of flesh as behind her, Daisy whooped with delight.
"That's the spirit. Show her a good time boys!"
However, there was one party in particular that strongly objected to the idea.
"The only one who'll be showing her a good time..."
Peach yelped as Bowser's huge hand closed over her head and plucked the woman bodily out from amongst the gang of molesters.
"...is me."
"Bowser! Put me down this instant!"
"At my leisure," he replied, transferring his grip on the Princess and pinning her arms to her sides. "You're mine, Peach. Mine! I'm not sharing you with anyone."
"Ugh!" Peach cried out in disgust, struggling in the Koopa King's grasp. "Unhand me, you fiend. I...will...be...shared!"
And with that declaration the Princess managed to slip an arm out of his grip, and in hers was suddenly held a large, gleaming, cast iron frying pan. The Koopa's eyes widened. Peach's flared hotly - just before she brought the pan smashing down on top of his head.
"Bad!"
CLANG
"Bad!"
CLANG
"Bowser!"
CLANG!
The dining hall fell silent. Even the two Kongs took pause as all attention turned on Bowser. The Koopa blinked, slowly, but he couldn't seem to get his eyes to point in the same direction. Not to mention how severely he was beginning to sway on the spot, teetering on the edge of an invisible cliff. Her lips pursed and sharp, cutting glare fiercely narrow, Peach extricated her other arm from Bowser's slackening grip and folded them tightly across her chest. And then the entire room watched him keel over.
"Hmph!" said Peach, stepping free of his limp extremity. The massive unconscious heap Bowser had become cast a shadow over the room, one out of which the Princess summoned several wacky looking Koopas. "Remove him from my sight," Peach demanded, and the Koopalings were quick to obey as waning sunlight streaming in through a high window glinted off the rounded edge of the frying pan clutched in her grip. "And don't let him from his dungeon until he has learned some manners!"
A cheer rose as on shaky knees the young Koopas picked up and escorted Bowser's bruised and battered form from the room. "Ha! That's my cousin," Daisy shouted, pumping her fists into the air. "Now let's get back to the party!"
"Indeed," Peach declared cheerily, and the frying pan she'd wielded disappeared just as quickly into a nameless pocket of existence as it had whipped into being when she turned to face the crowd of men. "Now tell me, whose lovely hands did I feel on my bosom before we were rudely interrupted?"
One Italian handyman handily owned up to the fact; that was his job after all. However, his equally handsy brother immediately challenged his claim. Soon Peach was back amongst the circle of males to whom she eagerly surrendered her body, enjoying several pairs of hands contesting with one another to decide which had best mastered the means of womanly exploration.
Those not of the Mushroom Kingdom flocked to Daisy. Splotches of Diddy Kong's spent load dripped all over the table; the brown-backed ape was still going strong as Falco succeeded in being the first to collect on his claim to the woman's sloppy, used hole. Meanwhile from either side of her a pair of cocks were shoved into Daisy's face, both of which she took in the firm, silky grasp of gloved hands and began enthusiastically jerking off. The smell of sex rose quickly to taint the air, carried heavily on the squeals, groans, moans and grunts elicited from and by the two Princesses as their collection of holes were put to thorough use. And still standing by the doors through which Bowser had been carried in a state of shock and awe, Wii Fit Trainer looked on, unable to root herself from the spot.
"A fabulous summary," spoke a voice at her shoulder, "but we should probably get out of here."
Wii Fit Trainer jumped. "Stop doing that."
"I'm keeping a note of how easily spooked you are, especially when you're fully committed to narrating everything you see."
"Leave me alone," Wii Fit Trainer said grumpily.
"I was thinking more along the lines of we need to leave this room," Samus said, taking hold of her wrist, "sooner rather than later."
"What's the rush?"
"Well for starters, I'm getting quite hot and bothered watching all this sex. More importantly, so is Donkey Kong," Samus said, pointing out the ape as he beat a fist triumphantly against his chest, "and when he's in the mood he'll pounce on the first thing he lays eyes on and won't give two bananas about its preferences."
Colour somehow drained even further from Wii Fit Trainer's pale features. "Oh."
"Exactly."
"That's not a problem for you though, is it?"
Samus grimaced as Donkey Kong suddenly bellowed, a lust-crazed thrust driving him deep between Daisy's legs. "That depends. He also tends not to care which hole he ends up in, and I'd actually like to be able to walk straight for the rest of the day."
Wii Fit Trainer let herself be lead out after that, quickly leaving behind the sounds of depravity coming from the dining hall. Her eyes trained on Samus' exposed backside as they turned a corner, the woman still dressed in her conveniently revealing Zero Suit. A thought occurred to her as the natural swing of Samus' hips swayed her firm buns side to side.
"What are you doing up here anyway? You told me you were staying down in the hangar all day."
"Which was the plan," Samus replied, walking slightly ahead of her. "Something came up. And all over the place."
"Huh?"
"Nevermind," the blonde said, afterwards muttering - "I hope the smell's gone by tonight..."
Wii Fit Trainer cast her gaze about the corridor as they walked through it. "It's really quiet."
"Yeah. Helps when you've got most of the madness contained to a single room. They'll be at it for ages," Samus told her, "especially with Daisy involved. Always the more the merrier with her."
"So you're saying we're not likely to come across anyone else? We're pretty much alone?"
"I...suppose so? Why?"
A mischievous smile spreading slowly across her face, Wii Fit Trainer was already reaching out to grab Samus' elbow. The woman barely had time to vocally register her surprise before being pulled around and pushed back up against the wall. Now that she was stood there, Wii Fit Trainer's hand planted to either side of her with a cocky slant to her mouth, Samus realised -
"That was a pretty stupid question to ask, huh?"
"Particularly after admitting you were horny."
"Still, I don't think this is the brightest idea."
Wii Fit Trainer tilted her head. "Oh? But you already said everyone's back in the dining hall."
"Not everyone."
"I think that just makes it a little more exciting, don't you? The thrill of getting caught..."
Samus inhaled a touch more sharply when Wii Fit Trainer palmed her bare breast. "You sound like a teenager."
"You sound like you're enjoying this," the woman told her. Which wasn't exactly a lie; Samus breathed a little more heavily as Wii Fit Trainer continued groping her chest. She looked to either end of the empty corridor, feeling a familiar twinge between the legs.
"What if I told you to stop?"
Wii Fit Trainer leaned forward thoughtfully. "I don't think you'd tell me. You would just make me." Samus hissed when her teeth plucked at a round, pink nipple. "Right?"
"Goddamn it," the blonde murmured.
"That's the spirit."
Samus parted her thighs when she felt a knee nudging against them. "Just be quick about it."
"Be patient," Wii Fit Trainer countered. "Need to get you warmed up first, don't I?"
The woman's retort died on her lips when she felt a hand between her legs. Wii Fit Trainer chuckled.
"Actually, that might not take so long. You've been thinking naughty thoughts, haven't you?"
Samus, surprisingly, felt heat in her cheeks. "Shut up and kiss me already."
"You're blushing, you know," Wii Fit Trainer told her afterwards, "kind of like a teenager."
"You're petting me out in the open with every chance of some asshole coming round the corner wondering if they can get in on this previously well kept secret lesbian action."
Wii Fit Trainer smirked, nibbling on her lip. "Probably should keep an eye out then, huh."
Which grew progressively more difficult as the minutes slipped by, and Wii Fit Trainer's fingers finally slipped inside of her. Her strokes long and slow, Samus found her arm pinned to wall when at one point she impatiently grabbed the woman's pale wrist and started grinding down onto her hand. "Keep still," Wii Fit Trainer told her, thumbing Samus' clit, "or I'll just keep teasing you."
"Hate you," the blonde groaned, feeling a pair of digits curl deep inside her.
"Are you keeping watch?"
Hard to do with one's eyes closed. Samus shook her head. "No..."
"At least you're honest," she heard Wii Fit Trainer say. "Peach walked by about a minute ago, by the way."
"What?!"
Samus' exclamation was met immediately by Wii Fit Trainer's lips, pulling her into a deep kiss. "So gullible," the woman teased her afterwards.
"Now I really hate you."
"And I know just how to change your mind."
Samus didn't know if she was allowed to move at this point, but regardless her fingers were soon threading through Wii Fit Trainer's charcoal-grey hair, curling around the base of her ponytail and pushing down on the back of her head. The woman didn't seem to have any objections to the fact, but again that was difficult to express with her mouth latched onto Samus' pussy. And Samus was having more and more trouble keeping her opinion on the present circumstance to herself. "Oh god," she whispered, almost like a chant, "oh god oh god oh -"
"Please conduct your activities more privately in future, otherwise you might as well join the rabble back there."
Wii Fit Trainer, balanced on the balls of her feet as she nudged her head between strong thighs, froze perfectly still, eyes pulled wide. It took a long moment for the woman to pull away her face from Samus' sopping wet snatch, heart pounding like the beat of Donkey Kong's fists in her chest. Above her, the tall blonde wore an equally chilling look of shocked surprise. The Princess who'd caught them in the act regarded them both coolly, disapproval evident in her icy blue eyes as she turned that gaze onto -
"Samus."
"Zelda."
Wii Fit Trainer glanced between the women as they acknowledged one another. Clearly the mood had not lightened since the latter stormed out of the hangar.
"I've put a seal on the dining hall doors, so no one will be leaving it for some time," Zelda told them. "This ensures that I will have the kitchens to myself while I prepare dinner, and should you insist on indulging each other out here..."
Wii Fit Trainer swallowed and nodded. "Thank you, Zelda."
"Yeah, thanks," Samus said tightly.
"I'm glad you can appreciate my gifts," the Hylian woman seemed to direct more at the blonde than the both of them. "Anyhow, I will take my leave."
"So fucking close," Samus spat in Zelda's growing absence, the two watching the Princess walk away.
"Well," Wii Fit Trainer said, "you were supposed to be keeping a look out."
Samus waved a hand impatiently. "Not that. I was just about come."
"That can still be arranged," Wii Fit Trainer said after a long moment, a certain slant to her mouth, "but first..." She grabbed Samus' wrist, earning herself a confused look before the woman's furrowed brow was turned to face the wall. "First, you owe me an explanation."
"I do?"
"You do," Wii Fit Trainer confirmed, impressing a curve into Samus' spine with a hand planted in the middle of her back. She drew close, tucking herself in against the blonde as Samus' new, submissively adopted stance pushed out her hips. "You see, I realised recently that a spare pair of my pants had gone missing. Then, not too long afterward, they just so happened to show up in Zelda's possession."
"Oh. That."
"Yes," Wii Fit Trainer said, sliding her arms snugly around the woman's middle, "that."
"Well," Samus began, palms and the side of her face pressed flat to the wall, "I was just, uh, loaning them out. To make things more convenient for you - for you...and Jigglypuff."
"There will be no more 'loaning out' of my things without permission," Wii Fit Trainer said plainly, hand slipped low and moving slowly between Samus' thighs. "Understand?"
"Yeah. Yeah..."
"Zelda had Sheik wear them," Wii Fit Trainer said. "She made a man wear my pants, Samus. Apparently, they were very comfortable."
"Sheik's not - I mean, sorry. I'm sorry."
"I hope so."
"I am," Samus said urgently. "I really...really am..."
The woman's body was too tall for Wii Fit Trainer to lean over and kiss her, so she shifted around from behind her, standing to the side of Samus who faithfully retained her curved posture. Tongues pushed deep and the blonde tasted herself richly on the edge of Wii Fit Trainer's lips. When they parted, the woman was toying lazily with her clit. Samus bowed her head against the wall, breathing hard. She was so close, right on the edge. Just where Wii Fit Trainer wanted her.
"Fabulous," she said, smirking as Samus' eyelids fluttered heavily, "you can go get them back for me then."
"What?"
Wii Fit Trainer just smiled. And stepped away.
"Oh, please tell me you're joking." Samus whined, straightening up.
Wii Fit Trainer shook her head. "I'll let you come, when I get my pants back. And no touching yourself!"
"I. Hate. You."
With a consolatory pat on the bum, Wii Fit Trainer grinned devilishly. "I'm going to make you eat those words tonight, Samus. Right off of my pussy."
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