Proof At Last…Sort Of.

We're in the home stretch of this fic. There's only going to be one more chapter after this one but it will have a nice surprise for fans of this fic. Or nasty depending on how it plays out. I've been adlibbing from the 3rd chapter so why stop now?

WARNING: The following chapter contains smut, but it's not totally devoted to the smut. It would just be about half the length it is now.

Disclaimer: I do not hold any claims to ownership and their use here is covered by the fair use act.

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"I think that's quite enough Samus."

"Enough? I've barely warmed up." The bounty hunter complained, in the time they had been down here she had left a large trail of destruction across the mercenary's body. The skin was criss-crossed with scars from the whip interspersed with burn marks from the candles. She really went all out on these things, Ike doubted that he was the first person to undergo this treatment from her. Captain Falcon occasionally bore scars underneath his spandex jumpsuit but any inquiry would most likely be met with the trademark immature joke about his sexuality.

"He's learnt his lesson, I hope," The currently gothic princess turned to the beaten mercenary "Now Ike, are you listening?"

"Mmph" He said through the gag.

"Good," Peach took out a small item from her back pocket, Ike recognized it as a heart container. They originated from Link's world but here were used to regenerate nearly all of a person's health. As she applied it the cuts and whelps faded returning his body to normal. "You've suffered enough here but I warn you, if one of us ever finds you doing this sort of activity again I wont be healing you after your punishment's over. I will be the one holding the whip." She threatened before untying the gag so Ike could give a response.

"Yes Princess. I understand." Ike nodded feverously, hoping not to cause either one of them to start torturing him again.

"Perfect, I should probably head to the main room now. We've been here too long so Mario probably thinks Bowser kidnapped me again and that never ends well." She giggled before exiting, taking some of Samus' recently used equipment with her.

"See you later Peach." She waved goodbye

"Hey, Samus? Could you please let me down now?" Ike asked, trying to sound as sincere as possible.

"No. I don't think I will."

"What? But Peach said I've paid for what I did!"

"So let's just say you have served your punishment, I should let you go free. The problem is Ike," she bent in close, pressing her body against his restrained form, whispering in his ear "I don't want to." His eyes shot wide, having a sense for his captor's intentions. "I've had my eye on you for quite some time Ike, all the decent men here have already been taken and there's only so far someone can go alone."

"Why… why me?" He asked, stunned slightly.

"Marth's not interested in women, he made that clear last time around. Falcon is an annoying bastard, and as for Snake? Well let's just say I don't think a good codename for him is 'Solid'." She let out a small laugh sending a shiver up Ike's spine.

"Besides, from what I've heard the only reason you dared to do these things was because they were teasing you about something you're not. Now, you can really prove them otherwise." Samus smirked, running smooth hands across his muscular upper body, fingers idly drawing small circles around his nipples. "So what do you say Ike?"

"Yes please Samus."

"That's Mistress Samus to you my dear mercenary." She said. Her lips soon pressed against his, her latex costume creating a friction that wore away any part of Ike's mind that would not enjoy this as it rubbed against him. Her hips started grinding against his as the sharp intake of breath from Ike caused yet another confident smile to grace her lips as she broke the kiss. She stepped back, hooking her fingers around the buckles of her outfit. In a moment that seemed like an eternity for Ike, strapped to the wall, mesmerized, Samus began to strip for him. It was both agonizing to watch yet he couldn't tear his eyes away if he wanted to. She knew exactly how to reduce a man's self-control to a puddle on the floor. The black latex broke off into several parts, each strip removed exposing more and more of her tantalizing flesh.

She turned around and bent over exposing her small rear to him, it really said something for the strength of the restraints as they refused to give even an inch, no matter how hard Ike pulled at them, an effort only doubled as she removed the only part of her outfit that was left, her panties, slowly down her legs.

"Please Mistress Samus! Please!" Ike begged, desperate to feel the release he needed from the pressure she had worked up. And this was when she wasn't touching him at all.

The bounty hunter complied to his request, pulling down his underwear revealing his large erection, waiting for some attention. She slung her right leg around his waist, positing herself a mere inch away from the head of his member. She took pleasure in the look of sweet torture across his face, willing her to begin. With a thrust of her hips she penetrated herself on his cock. It was heavenly for her, it had been so long since she'd been with another person, although her personal toys were good they would never compare to the genuine article, the one that thrusting in and out of her with a quick tempo, stretching her slightly.

The sensation completely overtook Ike, the punishment fading away faster than his scars had. The moans Samus emitted was the only proof to him that his other senses were still working. He tried closing his eyes trying to squeeze out the sensation to stop him climaxing too early but it only intensified the pleasure. Then something happened between them, he felt her inner walls squeeze together as the bounty hunter screamed and his whole world went white as he came, almost pulling the restraints out of the wall.

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"Marth! I've finally found you after all these years!" Roy cheered rushing up to meet his partner for the first time since he got kicked out of the mansion.

"Ike? But we only met a few months ago." Marth said, although there was something off about 'Ike' he was a fair amount smaller and his hair was different too. It was longer and there seemed to be a hint of bright red trying to show from under blue dye.

"It's me, Roy. I managed to get back to the mansion." He said, a smile plastered on his face.

"Brilliant! So when will you be competing again?" Marth asked, he always enjoyed the team events. Especially with Roy by his side, together they were almost unbeatable, except for Fox's and Falco's reflectors being immensely cheap compared to their counter move.

"About that… I kind of arrived here without permission, I'm not officially registered."

"So you braved unknown horrors of to re-open the portal to your world just to see me?"

"Yes. And I'd do it again." The prince was lost for words at his very close friend's bravery so instead of continuing the conversation, they simply embraced each other.

"God you two are so gay. No wonder there's so many damn fan fictions about you two getting' it on." Captain Falcon said, passing the re-united lovers.

"So?" Retorted Roy, still disguised as Ike.

"…" The F-Zero pilot was loss for words, he usually got a pathetic 'am not' from Ike, it just wasn't the same if they didn't rise to the challenge.

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All's well that ends well. Or does it? Stay tuned for the thrilling half-baked excuse for a conclusion sometime next week!