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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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Zelda woke bright and early, well before her fellow denizens of the Mansion, the need for which was to prepare their breakfast. So it was not long after first opening her eyes that the Princess found herself occupying the kitchens, enjoying a rare sense of quiet which was swiftly ruined by the sound of clomping boots. Effeminately featured even in the midst of a sour mood, Marth grumpily intruded upon Zelda's solitary peace.
"Good morning."
"There is naught good about it," the man declared, dark hair curled haphazardly down to his eyes. "I tell you, I am quite vexed!"
"Indeed," the Princess replied, casting a look over her shoulder. "Tell me what troubles you, dear."
Marth was all too prepared to comply. "I am kept awake even in slumber by the commotion of group intercourse filling the corridor without my rooms. Why along with your cohorts did you agree to provide lodgings to that rambunctious Sarasaland whore?"
"I did not call for that woman's invitation," the Princess said tightly, "I suggest you direct your ire at Samus."
"'Twas her idea? Pah! How fitting," Marth said. "A woman who lays so readily with beasts seeks the company of another."
Zelda's thin brow arched. "Then surely that ought to stop you making use of her?"
The man paused with gold-trimmed skirts bunched in his fist. "I...do not see any reason to waste the talents on offer," he said quickly.
Zelda sniffed the air as Marth moved in closer. "That will not do."
"What?"
"You smell no better than the creatures you so customarily scorn." The Princess narrowed her eyes at him. "Have you not bathed?"
Marth's face took on a tinge of warmth. "That ruckus was an affront to my ears; I could stand it no longer!"
"Your odour is an affront to my senses, Hero King," Zelda told him, gesturing curtly. "You could not do unto me even the courtesy of exchanging your bedclothes for more proper attire?"
True to her word, Marth was still dressed in his pajamas. Blue, pin-striped pajamas. Blue, pin-striped pajamas decorated with little Falchions and -
"Forgive me, fair Zelda!" the man pleaded. "My lack of decorum is indeed dishonourable, but I beg you not to turn me away."
"I ought to," the woman replied, looking down the sculpted bridge of her pinched nose.
"But?" Marth said hopefully, hand thrust down the front of his pants.
Zelda turned back to the bowl of flour she had been mixing. "I shall permit it, this once, if only to improve your mood for the day ahead."
"You are an island of sensibility in a sea of madness," a relieved Marth told her.
The Princess allowed herself a rare quirk of the lips as her panties were pulled aside.

Dark Pit was a loner, one who readily lived by the demands his nature required of him. Such as shunning the bothersome company of annoying people (i.e everyone) and dwelling in complete and utter silence. Both were especially important with regards to a particular habit the stubby, black-winged angel often indulged in.
Trapped in a body that would never age, Dark Pit took the form of a teenage boy tipped just over the cuff into the realm of puberty. With which came perpetual grumpiness and insatiable hormones. And a loner such as Dark Pit with zero grasp of modern technology only had one option available to him to deal with the latter.
Magazines.
So it was with a furtive look left and right as he sneaked out of a shared bedroom early that morning that the angel took off down the corridor, in search of the Stash.

"Damn it," Mario said.
"What?" said Luigi.
"We've run out of the thing," the elder brother stated.
"The thing?" the younger one asked.
Mario bristled impatiently. "Yes, damn it, the thing."
Luigi hotly retorted. "What thing?"
"The thing I need to fix this infernal toilet!"
Practically first thing in the morning and the ground floor toilet required their immediate attention. Last night's evening meal hadn't agreed with someone's stomach and the contents of said individual's bowels had had an explosive encounter with the drain piping, thus the resident handyman was put on the job. This, however, was a matter he didn't feel like getting particularly hands-on with.
"I don't get it," Luigi said then.
"You're going to," Mario replied, a pinched look to his face as he surveyed the damage close up. "Fourth shelf to the left down in the supply room, you'll see that -"
"There's a supply room?"
The culprit of the interruption was none other than Daisy, arms - Mario saw when he glanced over the shoulder - held straight almost like reins as Luigi shunted into her eagerly presented ass. "There is," the lanky Italian answered, bouncing the Princess off his hips, "and I'm not going down there."
Mario rolled his eyes. "Not this again."
"It's haunted!" Luigi cried.
Daisy perked up with interest. "Is it really?"
"No."
"Yes!"
"You were hearing things."
"Exactly. A ghost!"
"Oooo, what - uh - did it - yeah! - sound like?" Daisy asked.
"Like a creepy old man with no teeth," Luigi replied, pumping into the woman's cock-shaped rectum. "And a handful of lube."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"I know what I heard," Luigi shot back defensively.
Mario folded his arms and nodded. "Sure."
"Maybe it's the spirit of the Mansion's first owner," Daisy said excitedly, breasts barely constrained by her dress swaying like pendulums, "who died alone with a hand wrapped 'round his tiny shrivelled cock."
"Or maybe," Mario offered, "it's just my little , yellow-bellied brother making up stories to get out of doing any actual work."
"Yeah? Well how about you go and get the thing instead?"
The rotund handyman made up his mind on the spot. "Fine. I'll do that."
"Good!"
"And I'm taking Daisy."
"Fuck yeah!" she cheered, though whether that was due to orgasm or Mario's declaration was difficult to tell. Maybe both. Perhaps that was the thing that had driven her to climax. Either way, Luigi paused mid-thrust. Considering all the shapes and various sizes that her butt had been host to, the Princess could still squeeze pretty tight. So tight she inevitably began to milk cream from Luigi's prick. Mario rolled his eyes yet again as his brother peaked with a shuddering, drawn out gasp of 'Mamma mia!'
"So we have a deal."
"Dealio, Mario."
Who very nearly reached into his overalls and threw a spanner into the works - as it slipped out of Daisy's spunk-slick hole. Luigi never knew how close he came to losing his manhood.
"Shut up," Mario said instead, "and handover the woman."
Who was barely given a moment's rest before, thick like his gut was round, the handyman's trusty tool plunged deep into his brother's sloppy seconds.

Abuzz with chatter and activity, Zelda's eyes, sweeping over the dining hall as she entered it, immediately narrowed upon spotting a pale skinned figure sitting hunched over a table. Her skirts flowed in her regal wake as the Princess crossed the room, swiftly approaching the woman.
"Are you well, dear?"
Wii Fit Trainer, face down on the table, drew an arm out from underneath her brow and held up a single finger. Indicated as such, Zelda waited, though a little bemused in the process. Particularly when Wii Fit Trainer's arm fell limp and her palm slapped down on the table, fingers curling inwards like they wanted to tear a chunk out of it. Shuddering bodily, the woman whispered a sacrilegious chant and her other hand suddenly shot under the table. Between her legs, to be more precise. Which were spread wider than necessary for Wii Fit Trainer to merely sit at the table and dine. As it turned out, she was not the one doing the eating.
Zelda watched with a slightly arched eyebrow as the pale woman profusely swore and shook in the obvious throes of orgasm.
"I see my adjustments to your pants are being most appreciated."
Wii Fit Trainer nodded breathlessly as she lifted her face, strands of charcoal grey hair stuck to her perspiring brow. Between her thighs as she straightened was a small, pink, fluffy ball of cute sitting in the pouch Zelda had sewn onto the woman's crotch. Like a child strapped to its mother's bosom, Jigglypuff had convenient access to Wii Fit Trainer's nether regions and not a soul would witness the ravishing of her tight, slick lips.
"Th-thank you," Wii Fit Trainer managed. "I - I don't know what to say. Jigglypuff...ugh. Oh god. Not again. You'll leave me a mess."
And with that the woman quickly reached down, scooped the pokemon up and deposited it on the table in front of her. Jigglypuff moaned in complaint, the lower portion of its face matted down with pussy juice. Wii Fit Trainer had to put a hand to its head to stop the eager creature diving back down into her pants.
"First time, I take it?" Zelda asked.
"And most definitely not the last," Wii Fit Trainer replied, laughing as Jigglypuff rallied against her hand. "But not right now! I can't go walking into my first class of the day on jelly legs."
"I think, judging by her enthusiasm, that you will certainly be leaving it on them," Zelda said, observing the pokemon's continued efforts.
"Do you think I could use that as an excuse to get out of a tournament match?"
The Princess blinked and turned her attention to Wii Fit Trainer. "Excuse me?"
"I received a notice this morning," the woman explained, now petting Jigglypuff's head. She looked more than a little worried as she continued. "I'm to fight later on today, apparently."
"But you don't want to."
"I'm a fitness instructor, not a mixed martial artist!"
"And I am a woman of royalty," Zelda said. "There are no exceptions. Well, technically."
Wii Fit Trainer perked up. "Technically?"
"Yes, Daisy. Officially, her presence in the Mansion is not sanctioned. So she does not take part in the tournaments."
"Then why does she get to stay?"
"Because in matters pertaining to the Freedom of Use Policy, we women have the final say. Well, Samus generally has the final say," Zelda added with a note of annoyance, "being that she was the Mansion's first female."
"I just don't understand why you invited me," Wii Fit Trainer complained. "I'm nothing special."
"Puff!" the pokemon suddenly interjected.
"Jigglypuff disagrees," Zelda said.
"You can understand her?"
"No, I'm merely assuming from the glare she is giving you at present."
"Oh."
"But she would be right to anyhow," Zelda went on. "Every invitation to the Mansion is based upon the merits of the individual. Their legacy if you will. Little Mac, for instance, is a champion of his sport. As is Captain Falcon. Dr. Mario is highly regarded in the medical profession; Falco is a daring ace pilot with an impressive tally to his name. So on and so forth."
Wii Fit Trainer pointed to herself, tone sardonic. "And I'm -"
"Only one of the most financially successful personal trainers of the last decade," Zelda said. "You literally sprung up out of nowhere."
"I...oh," the woman said, trailing off in thought. She suddenly looked up again, eyes fiercely curious. "And Samus?"
Zelda, despite her current mood towards the tall blonde, smiled a little. "You ought to ask her about that."
Wii Fit Trainer pouted in disappointment.
"Speaking of, have you told her about your match?"
Wii Fit Trainer shook her head. "She left early to participate in her own."
"Good," Zelda said, nodding in acknowledgement, "because I strongly advise that you do not."
"What? Why?"
"I speak from experience," Zelda said as with an opportunistic glint in his eye the aforementioned Falco approached their table, "Samus will want to help you prepare for your first match."
Wii Fit Trainer blinked. "That's...not a good thing?"
"It most certainly is not," the Princess replied, and then she bent forward at the insistence of a blue feathered hand set to her shoulder.
Wii Fit Trainer would have asked why, had Jigglypuff not taken advantage of the lax pressure of the pale hand atop her head. With a hop, skip and jump she was nestled back between the warmth of Wii Fit Trainer's thighs, armed with an eager tongue that quickly chased all other thoughts out the woman's head.

Dark Pit's stomach rumbled as he crept through the Mansion. Though he rose early, the length of his search had delayed for too long his opportunity to eat at the breakfast table. Now that time was passed and he would have to wait for lunch. Or perhaps sneak into the kitchens to snack, taking care of course not to be caught out by its mistress. The pinching of food was a pet peeve of Zelda's for which there would be humiliating consequences. The dark angel had once been made to shuffle around for an afternoon with his underpants tied around his ankles. No matter his intent, Zelda's magic was not to be undone until her say so.
Anyhow, Dark Pit pushed that embarrassing encounter to the back of his mind and focused on the one ahead. Doors quietly swung inwards as he made his way down yet another corridor, peeking inside each room with narrow brown eyes. He made sure to cast them over his shoulder, ensuring he wasn't being followed. The most likely candidate for that would be his roommate. He, however, was neither an early riser nor light on his feet. And incapable of keeping his voice down. Clumsy, too. With a childish habit of jumping straight out of bed and into the day without letting a drop of water touch his skin.
In short, Dark Pit would smell, hear and perhaps even taste the air long before he actually saw him.
A door pushed open; nothing. The room along from that one yielded no results either. The dark angel was growing increasingly impatient. His foot shot out and busted the next door down like its occupant owed him something. Dark Pit, however, was the one who froze.
"Sheik."
There he stood, garbed in tight fitting blue attire with an array of bandages looped around his limbs and head. Thick blond bangs flowed out from underneath them, leaving but a single eye exposed. One which observed Dark Pit rather expectantly. Who had difficulty looking back. The man then jerked his chin at the door behind him. There was a pink tinge to the dark angel's head as he shook his head.
"I - I wasn't looking for you. It's just a coincidence!"
Sheik eyed him. "Hmm."
And then unfolded his arms to produce - with ninja-like flair from nowhere at all - a glossy, rolled up magazine. Which disappeared just as quickly the moment Dark Pit took a step forwards. He stopped in his tracks, crestfallen. Then suddenly tensed when Sheik moved towards him. He was stiff as a rock as the man cast a shadow over him, Sheik eyeing him intently. The teen didn't move until bandaged fingers slid slowly into his thick mop of black hair. When he did, it was down.
Onto his knees.

Fwip.
"Wow. It's pretty dark in here."
"There's a switch to your left."
Fwap.
"You sure? I can't find it."
"What do you mean you can't? It's right there."
"I've patted down this whole wall and all I can feel is your dick in my ass, Mario."
Fwip.
"Always...have to...do everything...myself."
Fwap.
"You can't find it either, huh?"
"...No."
"So we're gonna be looking for this 'thing' you need in the dark."
"Let's try the other side."
Fwip.
"Still no switch."
"Are you serious?"
"I'm seriously patting down this wall and there's nothing. When were you last down here anyway?"
"It's...my first time."
"Oh. Great."
Fwap.
"...Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
Fwip.
Fwap.
"That."
"I've got my dick in your ass, remember?"
"Not that. Listen!"
"Heh...Heh..."
"..."
"..."
Fwip-Fwap-Fwip-Fwap!
"You know what we can probably do without the thing after all."
"Hey, wait!"
"Shouldn't keep Luigi waiting he must be beside himself with worry -"
"Was that the ghost? It's the ghost isn't it!?"
"Oh look at the time so much work to do..."
"Stop dragging me I wanna talk to it. Hey, ghost!"
"Damn it Daisy shut the door!"
"Ghoooooost...!"
THUNK!
"..."
"..."
"Heh?"

Spluttering, Dark Pit finally surfaced, dragging an arm across his mouth. "C-clean," he barely managed, breathless.
Sheik looked down, inspecting himself. "Hmm."
Dark Pt rushed back up to his feet when the man gave him a commending pat on the head. After stepping in Duck Hunt Dog poop, Sheik made him clean off the sole of his boot with a toothbrush. The dark angel's nose wrinkled; a rank smell still lingered in the air. "Can I have it now?" he asked, holding out a hand.
Sheik considered him for a long moment, typically silent and vague. And then with a flourish of his hands from thin air appeared what Dark Pit had been after all along. He was quick to snatch it from the man's grasp before he changed his mind. Sheik was often a fickle supplier.
No sooner were his fingers lightened of their load did Sheik fill them again with an item that caused Dark Pit's eyes to widen and his cheeks to inflate with air. In the next instant there was both a flash and a bang and the angel's ears rang shrilly in the aftermath. When he finally opened his light-seared eyes again Sheik was nothing more than puffs of white smoke hanging in the air. The teen angel cursed, clutching the magazine to his chest. But though he'd claimed his prize the ordeal was not yet over.
Dark Pit still had to sneak it past his nosy roommate.

"Nice break."
That's what the blonde imagined the Hylian said at least, a somewhat biased translation of 'Hya urgyaa!' But then she had every reason to be biased; her opening shot of the game had sent several coloured orbs rolling into three separate pockets. Samus had always been good at playing with balls.
Walking around the large pool table, the woman critically eyed her options. As impressive as her break had been, the ricochet of the cue ball failed to co-operate, leaving her in not quite the most favourable position. Fingers drumming on the edge of the table, Samus pouted before finally bending at the waist and lining up the shot. Link, hands on her hips and cock lodged between her thighs, appreciated the change in posture.
"So it spoke to you, huh? This ghost."
"Well, no," Daisy replied, leaning against the opposite end of the table. "Mario dragged me out before I could get an answer back from it."
"But you're certain it was a ghost," Samus said, eyes pointing down the shaft of the cue.
"Absolutely. It was exactly as Luigi described!"
"Which was?"
"'Like a creepy old man with no teeth and a handful of lube.'"
Samus paused as an excitable thrust jerked her forwards, upsetting her aim. "Come again?"
"Look, I know it sounds weird -"
"I'm glad."
"- but it's true!"
"Of course," Samus said plainly, with a fluid swivel pushing back her hips in order to line up the shot again. Link seemed to like that, if a grunted exclamation and the pulse of his member was of any indication.
"You should go down and see for yourself," Daisy told her as the tip of Samus' cue threatened to breathe a kiss upon the cue ball. "If you can find the light switch that is. Otherwise you'll just have to listen."
"I'll keep that in mind," the blonde replied, and took her shot. Just as Link took his -
"Urghyaaaa!"
- and piped a load of fresh, hot cream into her cunt. Inevitably, both the cue and the ball it was aimed at went awry. Samus sighed, rolled her eyes, and gestured across the pool table.
"Your turn, Princess."
Conveniently, the cue ball ended up rolling to a stop right in front of her. All Daisy had to do was lean forward a touch more and line up the shot, which with zero hesitation she powered the cue through and had the first striped ball sitting snug in the corner pocket.
A small note escaped Samus' throat, partly because she enjoyed the feeling of Link's meat throbbing in post climax as it slipped out of her nether lips, but mostly due to the fact that Daisy's shot impressed her. Not necessarily because it resulted in a sharp, tidy pot but that the Princess was able to aim the cue at all with a pair of slippery pink cocks squeezed tightly into her snatch. Not to mention being balanced on one leg! The other was pointed skyward, Daisy held wide open by Fox's supporting hand. The merigold skirts of her dress slipped down the length of her thigh, revealing sheer white pantyhose and the large, yellow, rosy-cheeked mouse clinging to it with his paws.
"I suppose you're just going to clear the table now," Samus said, stomping the butt of her cue to the ground.
Daisy winked across the table. "You bet, Sammy."
Of course, her current users had something of a say in the matter. The Princess wasn't going anywhere on only one leg. Pikachu screeched its name as it began jackhammering its lower half; Samus watched Fox wince at the friction, the thrust of neither cock harmonious as each selfishly sought satisfaction. The blonde sighed again, backing up until her butt squashed against the edge of another table. Up onto which she hopped, perched herself comfortably, spread powerfully muscled thighs and waited.
Swish-Pop!
Greninja did not make her wait for long.
"Hey, Sammy."
"What?" the blonde replied, mildly annoyed.
"I've been thinking..."
"How novel."
Daisy either missed or ignored the jibe. "Why haven't I seen Falcon around? I've been craving a taste of the Captain's cock."
"Oh, that," Samus said, reaching out to grab hold of the table's sides as Greninja began putting his back into it. "He's in the infirmary. Wii Fit Trainer put him there."
"Who?"
"Pale woman, wears grey pants and a blue top."
Daisy set a finger to her chin, bouncing forward in time with Fox's stronger thrusts. "Maybe I saw her last night? Not sure, I was busy juggling a handful of balls," she said, just as with a shriek of 'Chuuuuu!' the energetic little pokemon promptly emptied its own. "Anyhow, that skinny thing put Falcon on his back? Yeah right!"
"Unlike your ghost story, this actually happened."
Daisy snorted her disbelief, reaching back to deposit the exhausted yellow mouse on the end of her table before he slipped out of her pussy and tumbled to the floor. Fox, meanwhile was still going strong - stronger even now that he had the woman's hole to himself, extra slick with a dousing of pokecum. "Sure, Sammy," the Princess laughed, scratching a slack-jawed Pikachu between the ears, "tell me how it supposedly went."
Samus gritted her teeth. The bulbous knob of Greninja's slimy dick grazed a tender spot just behind her lips with every stroke. His amphibian hips picked up speed as she drew a deep breath.
"Well, first he ***** at her ***** and ***** ***** but then she ***** all over ***** ***** at which point...what?"
Daisy was staring at her. "What in the world did you just say?"
"Gre. Ninja!"
"Pika," the mouse tiredly replied, also enjoying Samus' retelling of the story. Which was when she realised -
"Oh. Right. I forgot."
"Forgot what?" Daisy said, clearly bewildered.
"You can't say it out loud. It's a breach of human rights."
Both women whipped their heads towards the door of the recreational room. Where another stood, dressed in grey yoga pants and a blue vest top. Who stared at the scene unfolding before her eyes, neither Greninja or Fox stopping for a moment despite also looking in her direction. Daisy broke the awkward silence.
"Wii Fit Trainer, I take it."
"Uh, yes. Hi," the woman said a little nervously. "We haven't been officially introduced."
"I'm Daisy," the Princess declared, extending her limb. With the pace Fox had struck up however, the woman's hand practically shook itself. In fact she had to slam it down to the table to stop herself falling flat on her face. Fox was fucking Daisy with wild abandon in moments, positively bashing his furry hips into her cunt with a harsh bark. Wii Fit Trainer slowly turned away when the Princess started howling. Samus, jerking bodily at the end of her own table with a bipedal frog humping between her thighs, managed a smirk.
"You were looking for me?"
Wii Fit Trainer nodded, a little hesitantly. "I...need your help."
Her core winding tight with pleasure, Samus struggled to appear concerned. The effort to do so resembled a look of constipation. "What's the problem?" she choked out, as Greninja slammed in.
Wii Fit Trainer fidgeted briefly with her hands, then said: "They booked me in for a tournament match. I have to fight this evening."
Samus' response was immediate.
"Oh fuck!"
Coincidentally, Daisy's reaction to the news was just as if not more impassioned.
"Oh fuck!"
And to top it off, both Fox and Greninja were eager to sympathise, filling the room with resoundingly empathetic groans. Which one could reliably translate to mean -
"OH FUCK!"
Or something. Wii Fit Trainer was too stressed to worry about that detail.
"So can you help me?"
Samus, panting lightly, lifted a hand to push sweat-damp bangs out of her eyes. And with them watched Greninja's roll upwards and twitch beneath thick, transparent lids as he spasmed and spurted inside her. Across the room Daisy was splayed out atop her pool table, and the only thing keeping a wobbly kneed Fox on his feet behind her was a vaginal vice-grip on his pulsing pink prick. Samus turned to find Wii Fit Trainer hovering over her with pale, sweating hands clasped over her heart like some distressed damsel. A grin found its way to her lips.
"Sure. Let's hit the gym."
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