So one day Little Mac was at wherever he trains and Doc Louis was coaching him. Mac was punching a punching bag and Doc was directing him on where to punch and which punching method would be most effective when going against an opponent. "Come on Mac, launch that fist up in that bag's face!," Doc instructed. "How about I launch my fist up your butthole," Mac replied. Doc gasped. "Wh-what did you just say?," he asked. "I said I want to screw you, coach," Mac explained. "L-L-Little Mac-kun… I don't understand… where did this come from?," he asked.
"You've been my coach for as long as I can remember, Doc… my mentor… my father figure… my best friend…," Mac said sincerely, "So of course it's only natural that I develop feelings for you." Mac began walking towards Doc seductively and the saxophone solo from Carelessly Whisper started playing in the background. "I didn't even know you swung that way," Doc stammered. "Are you kidding? I wear a pink sweater everyday for crying out loud," Mac reminded. "L-Little Mac, no. There's a certain line between coach and protege that shouldn't be crossed," Doc resisted. Mac took Doc's hands in his. "Who cares, baby?," Mac said in a really sexy half-Italian half-New York-ish accent cuz he was an Italian-American from the Bronx.
Mac leaned in and kissed Doc passionately on his lips. Doc felt icky for a few moments, but then… he realized that he liked it. He began to kiss Mac back with as much force as Mac dealt him when he first initiated the smooch. Soon enough, they were doing less kissing and more tongue-wrestling, swashbuckling each other with their oral organs and swapping saliva and all of that good stuff. They even managed to touch each other's uvulas, that's how intense they were going at this holy f*ck.
Breaking off this exchange, Doc pulled Mac's arm and led him to the part of the gym where the benchpresses were. Doc laid down on the benches and hoisted Mac on top of him. "Y'know, my name may be Little Mac… but I got a big dick." Mac ripped off his shorts and exposed his mammoth dong. Clearly, whoever had given this boxer his name had never seen what resided between his legs. Doc hastily pulled down his own pants and turned around, facing his plump bottom towards Mac. "Mmm Doc, you may be old but you got a firm booty!," Mac admired, smacking it a few times for good measure.
Mac grabbed his peepee and slowly teased Doc's butthole by circling the opening with the tip of his member. "Just lubricating it a bit," Mac explained. "Mmm, yes Little Mac, I want all of you in me oh God," Doc whispered. "Um, excuse me? What did you just call me?," Mac inquired. "I called you… I called you Little Mac," Doc repeated. "Uh, uh, uh, do you see this?!" Mac gestured very clearly towards his wiener. "Does this look little to you?," he interrogated. "N-no it doesn't," Doc answered. "It doesn't. So if it's not little, t-then what is it, is it like moderate, o-or is it-" "It's big." "What is it, I can't hear you!" "It's a big dick, Mac!" "So then what are you gonna call me?" "Big Mac! I'm gonna call you Big Mac!"
"You want my sausage in your whole-wheat bun?," Mac asked. "Yesss yes I do, Big Mac," Doc replied. "Then say it," Mac ordered. "i want ur sausage in my whole-wheat bun big mac," Doc stated. "Louder!," Mac demanded. "I WANT YOUR SAUSAGE IN MY WHOLE WHEAT BUN BIG MAC!," Doc screamed to the heavens. And so Mac thrust his frankfurter into Doc's holster and began rapidly fukcing him and it was good. Mac got pleasure from it. Doc got pleasure from it. This writer got pleasure from it. You even got some kind of pleasure from it. Overall, it was a pretty sweet sex session.
"Shiiiiet, Doc! I'm gonna cum!," Mac yelled. "Let it all out inside of me, Mac! Let it all out inside of my small intestine!," Doc ordered. "B-but that'll get you pregnant, Doc-senpai!," Mac warned. "Goddammit Mac, I'm your coach! You do what I say, now I say you will unleash your thick, hot current of sticky white baby juice into my anal cavity!," Doc screeched. "You got it, sir!," Mac obliged. Mac put his hands on his hips and let loose his juice into Doc.
A week later, Doc's pregnancy tests showed that Mac had indeed gotten him preggo my eggo. Now out of the steamy sex-driven passion of the moment, they realized that raising a baby was serious fucking business, and they debated whether to have an abortion, give the baby up for adoption, or raise it themselves. After thinking about it heavily and confiding in family and friends, they decided to give the baby up for adoption. It would be rude to not give it a chance to have a sweet-ass life, they thought, and there was no way they could raise them themselves with Little Mac about to go off to Smash Land and Doc on the roster to become a DLC character.
So the fateful day came when Doc was to give birth. At the hospital, Mac waited desperately outside of the operating room as inside Doc brought a brand new human life into the world. When the nurse came out to tell Mac that he could go inside, he rushed in and gazed at the person that and Doc had helped conceive in their passionate and wholesome love making. "She's beautiful…," Mac admired. "Yeah… yeah she is," Doc breathed. "The family that's going to adopt her is in for a real treat," Mac added. "Um… um, Mac…," Doc stammered. "What is it, honey?," Mac asked, rubbing Doc's hair. "I… I don't know if I want to give her up for adoption," Doc revealed.
"Are you crazy?," Mac almost yelled. "We decided on this months ago, we can't go back on this now," he explained. "I know, I know, it's just… that was before, when we had no idea how she would turn out, and now… now that I hold her in my arms, I… I know that I just can't let her go. I can't be separated from her for the rest of our lives," Doc replied. "I feel the same way too Doc, if there was a way we could raise her ourselves, I would, but there isn't, and we agreed on this to give her a better life. There's nothing we can do now," Mac explained.
"Yes there is," Doc said determinately. (Determinately? I-is that a word?) "I'm not letting you take my baby."
The dispute over whether or not the baby should be kept or given up for adoption raged between the two non-stop over the next couple of weeks, and at the end of it they decided that they just couldn't settle it themselves. They took the case to court, with Doc pleading to be able to keep his baby and Mac testifying against him, saying that he had already signed a legal document stating that they were going to give her up for adoption long before birth. While Mac clearly had the legal advantage here, no one ever wants to take a baby from its father and witness the raw sadness that comes afterward, so the case kept getting repealed and repealed until it went all the way up to the Supreme Court. The case was already making national news at the lower court level, and by the time it got all of the way to the top, practically everyone in America knew of this historic happening. The event even caused a delay in the release of Super Smash Bros. for 3DS; because Mac was tied up in all of this judicial nonsense, he wasn't available to go be a playable character, resulting in it being demoted from a summer 2014 release to an October one. The Smash fandom was heartbroken.
On the final day of the Supreme Court case, Mac showed up in a really fine looking leather suit with matching pants and dress shoes and he had a really cool green tie there and his hair was neat and greased and he looked like a million bucks. He figured if he was going to nail it, he had to appear like a dude who knew what he was doing to win the jury's support. However, Mac and his legal team were surprised when Doc showed up in a Sunday dress, wheeling the baby along in a stroller. While Mac's legal team had had good intentions and thought their designs through, Doc's legal team was clearly even smarter - depicting Doc as a mother who just wants the best for her daughter would appeal to the jury's, the judge's, and the entire world's emotions by striking them through the heart with this stunning display of pathos, an excellent use of rhetoric in the visual sens-Jesus fucking Christ, I sound like my English teacher.
The case proceeded for what felt like hours for Mac and his associates. While they made no blunders in showing their evidence and speaking to the people, their intellectual approach was no match for Doc's sob story of his fight to keep his offspring against a man who wanted to sell her off for monetary gain (do you get money if you put your babies up for adoption? fuck if I know) combined with legit flowing tears roused not just the courtroom, but fellow mothers and people with hearts in general who can feel that feel everywhere.
In the end, the court ruled in favor of Doc, and he got to keep his baby. Newspapers ran with the headline of 'FATHER WINS SUPREME COURT CASE AND GETS TO KEEP HIS CHILD IN THE FACE OF CAPITALISM' or something else like that, and journalists who actually sought to ask the question of why the Supreme Court even took a case like this when it had no effect on the country as a whole were widely ignored. Distraught by his defeat, Mac sunk into depression and took to alcohol to hide his problems. He was eventually cut from the fifth iteration of Smash Bros., quit the boxing game, and not only became a forgotten Nintendo character but also a low-life bum with the worst fucking life imaginable holy shit.
And Doc went to a lot of new-mother seminars, swapped numbers with a bunch of really helpful women he later hung out and watched Spanish telenovelas with, and raised his baby to be a happy, healthy, loving young maiden.
One day, many, many years later, Doc and his daughter were driving to their relatives' house for Thanksgiving. However, their car broke down for contrived plot reasons, but they were fortunately near a pub. Doc went inside to ask for directions, but the bartender insisted that he buy a drink before he get any tips. Next to Doc's stool sat a familiar-looking, down-on-his-luck fellow who offered to buy the fair Doc a scotch. The bartender ignored him, saying that he had no money and wasn't even going to able to pay for the drink he was consuming now; in fact, the bartender was liable to throw this fine sir out the door any minute now. Doc thanked this man for his courtesy anyhow and then bought his drink.
As he gulped his beer, Doc's vision became blurry, but at the same time, also cleared. He took a good look at his companion and though, when sober, he wouldn't be able to recognize him over how unwell kept his face was and how messy his hair, raggedy his clothes, and so on and so forth were, now that he was wasted, he saw him clearly underneath all of that. Indeed, this was his beloved…
"Mac? I-is that you?." Doc asked. Mac belched a hearty burp. "Who the hell are you, y'old fuck?," he asked. "I-it's me, it's your old coach, Doc Louis," Doc explained. "Holy shit Doc, this is heavy," Mac replied in an obvious excuse to shoehorn Back to the Future references into this fic. "Wh-where have you been all of this time? You look like a bum," Doc observed. "Well, I've been living off of the land is all, goin' about life my way, doing what I want," Mac explained, "How's about you?" "Well, you know, I've been raising our daughter and all that. Tough stuff, but I think she's turning out fine," Doc replied. "Ah yes, that little bitch. Fucking ruined our lives," Mac said. They both chuckled. "Yep. If it wasn't for her, we'd still be together. Happily married," Doc mused. "Mm-hmm." Mac agreed. Being under the influence of alcohol, he couldn't help but add the following line - "In fact, we'd probably have boned each other a lot more."
Doc looked at Mac. "You're right… so many years of good boning… wasted…," he realized, and took another sip of his beer. "We should… catch up on that," Mac suggested, looking at Doc suggestively and wiggling his eyebrows. Doc turned his head towards the utility closet, and then gave Mac a look that said, "You know what I'm thinking?" and Mac gave back an expression that said, "Aw yiss nigga"
A short while later, Doc and Mac were in the closet passionately making out as they once had before. Their lips locked, they explored the tastes of each other's mouths as they caressed each other's bodies like they once had before, like they hadn't done in many decades. They caressed each other like they were the only two humans left in the world, or like the world was about to end any second. Mac pulled away from Doc. "I fucking love you, you know that," he muttered in between taking in gusts of air. Doc pulled Mac in and gave him a gigantic smooch. "Yeah, I know that, and I always have known that," Doc replied. They continued with their tongue-wrestling, and began removing each other's clothes, only seldom parting their mouths for mere nanoseconds to ensure that they didn't suffocate from a lack of air, oh yes. They were really into it.
It didn't take long before Mac was on his knees in front of Doc's weewee. "I never got to pay you back for all of the years of wisdom that you gave me… all of the lessons, all of the techniques… this is my gift to you," Mac declared. And he deep-throated that shit, oh my God. Mac sucked that thing like a champ; well, he was a champ, a boxing champ, but it turns out he was a champ at devouring the D too. Doc reeled back in pleasure. He moaned loud groans and grabbed Mac's head, pushing it further and further towards his crotch. Between Doc's loud sounds of utmost joy and Mac's sloppy sucking, it was a surprise that no one outside in the pub's lobby heard this commotion. However, one person outside of the pub knew that something was amiss - Doc and Mac's daughter.
She sat in the car, twiddling her fingers, kicking the back of the seat in front of her, tracing her fingers around on the condensed shit on the window, wondering where, oh where, could her loving, just father be. It had been a good twenty minutes since he'd left her, promising he'd be back in a short while - surely, it didn't take nearly half-an-hour to get some directions, unless their destination was quite far, and she knew it wasn't. Eventually, this brave maiden decided to get out of the car and look into the pub for her father herself and see just what was going on.
Doc was about to let loose his old man juice within Mac's mouth. Mac had Doc's dick lodged so far into his mouth that he was about to puke all over it. But at the last second, where had they just waited one more moment Mac's gag reflexes would've kicked in, Doc pulled out. "I have a very special place I want to put this," he announced.. Mac turned around and spread his buttcheeks wide. "No, no, not yet. Just as we did before, we need to lubricate it." Doc laid down on his back - on what, I don't know, they were in a utility closet, there wasn't much there let alone something long enough for Doc to deposit himself on - and motioned for Mac to place his keister upon his face. After doing so, Doc took to desperately licking every single inch of Mac's buttcheecks and between those buttcheeks as well, as if he hadn't had a morsel to quench his thirst upon for years and was now taking full advantage of Mac's majestic booty sweat.
The daughter entered the pub. "Hello?," she asked. Everyone was too damn drunk to hear her. She walked up the bartender. "Um, excuse me?," she inquired. The bartender stopped wiping some cups for a second and faced her direction. "Sorry doll, but you're way too young for what we sell here," he explained. "No, no, I'm looking for my dad. He came in here to ask for directions," she stated. "Oh, did he?," he replied. Looking at her face, he did see some semblance of past customers in her. "You're right, I do think I've seen a couple of guys with a similar looking mug to yours around here somewhere," he mused. "A couple of guys?," she questioned.
At that moment, loud screams echoed from the utility closet throughout the entire pub. "YESSSS DOC, FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH THAT BIG BLACK COCK OH MY GODDDD!"
Just a bit later, the door to the utility closet was opened by a grossed-out bartender and little girl who saw two grown men in the nude roughly screwing each other on the floor.
The ride back home was kind of embarrassing.
The daughter buried her face on the car seat cushions, Doc drove, and Mac sat in the passenger's seat.
"So how long do you think it'll take her to get over this?," Mac asked. "Probably never. She'll be scarred for life," Doc explained, "But once the pain dulls down a bit, we'll be there for her. Together." "Together?," Mac asked, "You mean…" "Yes. As we fucked each other without a care in the world, Mac, I realized just one thing… I-I don't want to be without you anymore." "Really? But… what about the court case, all of those years before?," Mac inquired. "What's done is done, that's all in the past. What matters now is the present. And what we can look forward to in the future," Doc said. Mac felt really touched. "You mean it?," he asked. "I guess what i'm trying to say is… will you give me one last chance, Mac? To take you higher than you've ever gone, to give you pleasures unobtainable in the boxing ring, to score you the greatest victory we can get in this life?"
Tears were streaming down Mac's face. He touched Doc's hand on the steering wheel. "Yes…," he whispered, ""I do."
James Brown's "I FEEL GOOD" starts playing
Not too long later, Doc and Mac found themselves in their old training room, taking in all of the nostalgia, reliving past memories. "This is where it all happened," Mac mused. "You mean, where I trained you to become the boxing champion you are today?," Doc asked. "No… where we had our first screw." Mac reminded. "Oh yeah, I remember now…" He shot Mac a seductive look. "Want to train some more… Big Mac?," he offered. "Wouldn't with anybody else but you," he accepted.
With Mac down on his back, Doc laid down on top of him and started anally screwing him again. As he pumped up and down, he showered Mac with pecks all over his face. After giggling, Mac returned them with a huge kiss, and they continued making out and caressing each other, squeezing each other's buttcheeks, their nipples, and what have you, as Doc pounded away at Mac's asshole and eventually blew his load inside of him.
Soon enough, Mac gave birth to a son, who the two hoped would help cheer up their daughter, now so tormented by what she saw at the bar that day that she spent her first few teenage years heavily depressed, cutting herself and regularly attempting suicide. Of course, we will laugh this off because this story must have a happy ending.
Eventually, Nintendo called up Little Mac, offering him a spot in the new Smash Bros. As he stood in the kitchen listening to the representative on the other line, he looked back at Doc and their baby boy and told Ninty to fuck off. He was casting off his own boxing gloves and working towards a new goal - becoming a champion family man.
END OF BOOK ONE