Meet-Ups

Several moments prior

At the men's side of the spa, Luigi was greatly anticipating his massage and full-body waxing. He changed into a complimentary robe and put all of his clothes and accessories into a locker, closing and locking it. Before his appointment, he was going to take advantage of the Jacuzzi and the steam room to get him in the mood.

As he made sure everything was securely in place, Luigi's nose caught a familiar scent.

"Fancy running into you here, Lu," said a perky, feminine voice.

Luigi started to turn around. "Oh, my goodness…!"

Daisy halted him with a gesture. "We can't be seen talking together. These casinos are full of Spike's spies—even the receptionists at the front and the guy who will be attending to you shortly."

"Oh, right." Luigi sat back down and re-opened the locker door so that he could see Daisy's reflection in the inside mirror. "When did you get here?"

"Just now, under royal guard. You?"

"A couple of weeks ago, with a friend."

"Evelyn?"

"Yes."

"What does she look like?"

"Like—a cashier at a mini-mart," stammered Luigi. "I—heard you intercepted Koopa in Fresno and confiscated his stolen goods. He's on his way here and likely wants revenge."

"Don't worry; he'll never touch me," crowed Daisy. "There's a Smash Con happening, did you know?"

"Yep. After relaxing a bit, Evelyn and I will head over there."

"You know, I Skyped with Paul and Val a while back," said Daisy. "I think they're nice people."

"They are," said Luigi. "Evelyn has a thing for Val. I can see it in how she reacts when I speak his name. I'll probably bring it to Val's attention at the Con."

"He says he's found his special lady," Daisy told him. "I think he's talking about Evelyn."

"What else do you know about my new friends?"

"Paul was the fan who was attacked earlier. He mains both you and Pikachu, he's a Boy Scout, and he's Val's deputy. Evelyn works at the TA in Livingston, California and saved your life. You met Val at a gym in Los Angeles, where he helped you take down Tristan.

Stick with me, L, and we can lure Spike into a trap. Give him a taste of his own medicine and bring the skeletons tumbling out of his closet. So, let me tag along to the convention. There's no telling who I'll meet."

"Good idea," said Luigi. "The employees are bound to spot you soon."

"No worries; I paid them off. A good Princess needs a backup plan, right?" She slipped out of her robe, and Luigi drank in the image of her bare, creamy back in the mirror. "Tell you what—meet me in the sauna, and we'll finish our conversation." She wrapped her body in a towel, tucked her auburn hair into another towel, kissed Luigi on the cheek and scurried off.

Closing and locking his locker, Luigi stood, slipped the key into the pocket of his robe and followed after his Princess.

At the door to the sauna, he shrugged off his robe, fastened a towel around his waist and entered the steamy room to find Daisy already situated, glass of fruit-infused water sitting beside her. Through the steam, he could make out her beautiful smile as she elegantly rose and approached him.

He claimed her lips and probed her mouth with his tongue as she ran her hands up and down his chest, gripped the edges of his towel and pulled him closer. As their lips parted, Luigi took his time in "unwrapping" his "treat", kissing her neck, her chest and her shoulder blades and catching droplets of condensation on his tongue. Her towel fell away and she stood there in her birthday suit, the shrouds of steam clinging to her body. Flat stomach, muscled thighs and arms, dainty feet, strong hips, supple bosom—her "twins" striped like small melons. He reached up and released the towel around her head, the luscious auburn waves tumbling down to her bare, magnificent shoulders. She'd started to breathe a little hard, a good sign, as his soft hands set about exploring her. Very wetly, he planted his mouth on the pink nubs of her cantaloupes, first the right and then the left, and began to lick and suck. He'd enclose his lips around them, but he'd never use his teeth. He continued with the rest of each globule, winding down and down, until he met the crevice in between and lick upwards. Then, he traced kisses to her stomach, her breath slightly hitching and her muscles snapping to attention. He loved ministering to her perfect contours accentuated by the steam beads; it was like he had microscopic vision and he could take in each wet pearl. Her hands snaked down his back and found his own towel, wildly pulling at it as he tended to her exposed body with the deliberateness of an experienced lover. Closer and closer to her navel went his mouth, and at the same time, his fingers felt along her hips and the edges of her curves and encountered her freshly waxed mound, and from there, he felt his way to her daisy petals—very slick daisy petals; he could only imagine what the flower bud would feel like. And at the same time he molded his lips around her navel, his fingers went in.

Her torso went taut against his face and her navel bobbed up and down; he timed his mouth and tongue to stay with it. Daisy's breathing was labored at the amazing things her plumber was doing to her innie and also in her special flower pot. She felt her pot growing more and more fertile and wet trickles emerging on her inner thighs. Her climate down there was perfect, as was her plumbing, and Luigi knew it. Her wetlands slathered his gloves as he got deeper in her core. The soft underside of his tongue painted her belly like a paint canvas, feeling her fingers stumble on his towel, stroke his face and then trickle back down; her navel welcomed his tongue, and as she huffed and puffed, she found where his towel was fastened and quickly unfastened it. Pressure was relieved as his towel plopped to the steamy floor. She whispered nonsensical things as she caressed him. Finally, his mouth let go of her navel and dragged back up to her ear, whispering sultry words as he worked his fingers faster and faster. His arms were now rapidly moving up and down, and her head was thrown back, offering glimpses of her collarbones and her tendons. He skated his mouth along each collarbone and peppered the length of her neck with mouth work. Her smell mingled with the smell of steam, and he worked his mouth back down, and back up, and back down, and back up—all the while pumping his fingers in her flower pod and listening to her lose control.

Daisy ran her palm along one side of his mushroom, smiling internally as he jolted. Without hesitation, she stroked him relentlessly, surprised at how inflated he was even before she started tending to him.

"Mmm," she said, angling herself so she could get a good look at him, pulsing before here very eyes. "I missed you, too."

"Don't just look at him," he gasped.

He pulled his fingers out, gently lowered her to the sauna's lower seating area and felt her hug his hips with her legs. They kissed and made out in this position before she felt his shroom bury itself into her Warp Pipe.

"Luigi!"

Luckily, the hissing steam drowned out the noise as he moved with a soulful rhythm inside her. When the position became a little uncomfortable, he picked her up, still thrusting, and then carried her to one of the slippery walls, a smooth, welcoming feeling against her back as he plunged deeper into her being, pelvis meeting pelvis and her pillows nestled comfortable against his chest. Eyes stared unseeingly at their steamy world as sounds of fervid pleasure escaped their lips. They ground their moist bodies against each other, nice deep grinds which left little to the imagination. She was coating him, and she felt some warm runoff spilling over, which only excited her further.

She pushed him to the edge again and again as he guided her to her own releases seconds after. When he was positive that he was milked dry, he ate her out to finish her seven more times and held her close until the shudders within her body quieted. Their towels did a handy job of clearing away the evidence.

"Enjoy your pampering; it's on me," Daisy told her plumber before they shared another passionate kiss, and she padded quietly out of the sauna, leaving him relaxed and satiated.

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Now, Evelyn found herself confronted with the towel-clad Princess of Sarasaland, a woman who caught her taking care of a very personal matter. Quickly, she covered herself back up, her cheeks turning pink. If this was Ancient Greece, then everyone would be all over Daisy, since they glorified the human body so much. She was sculpted like a goddess—no sagging or stretching or wrinkling, lean and muscular. All of those hours playing sports, no doubt. Her hair was damp from the steam and in serious disarray. Her eyes were kind, calm and relaxed as she scrutinized the other woman. Evelyn's heart pounded in her chest as she scanned Daisy's hairless limbs and her curves peeking from beneath the towel. She was always comfortable in her own skin, but seeing Daisy kind of made her regret the binges of the past, the ice cream on a sad day, the slices of pie and the chocolate and her fast-food fixes—everything. At least their domes were about the same size.

Daisy moved over and sat next to Evelyn, the latter watching the former's every move. She took in Evelyn's messy hair, her flushed appearance and her petite twins squished beneath her towel. So, this was Luigi's newest companion. By the looks of things, she was taking care of herself, save for a few slip-ups. Hard to believe she manned a cash register at a mini mart. But the stretch marks were barely perceptible, the skin nice and firm and in its proper place. Her hips were slightly wider, and she saw a bit of muscle carved out when she first walked in. She also noticed the tightness and roundness of her belly button, and if she were to stand, the top of her head would reach Daisy's nose.

The two women drank each other in for a moment or two before Evelyn spoke.

"I—I should've controlled myself. I'm sorry…"

"Don't worry," smiled Daisy. "I didn't see anything."

Evelyn sighed in relief. "Thanks, Princess."

"You can just call me Daisy."

"I'm surprised to see you here," said Evelyn.

"Which is more than I can say for you. Taking a working vacation, are we?"

"Yeah. What brings you here?"

"I just want to check on Luigi," said Daisy. "As I matter of fact, we just—talked."

"I—can see that."

"I also have some information that you and our friends at the convention would love to know. My subjects and I did some background checking on Spike, see. And what we found out will blow your mind."

"What did you find out?" asked Evelyn.

"Spike is like the other fiends Luigi has encountered, pretending to be nice to win over the right people and by the time he shows his true self, they're in too deep. He has no criminal record, either because his legal team bails him out, because he bribes law enforcement officials, or his genteel façade has allowed him to get away with virtually everything. So, it's going to be hard to prove that he's the bad guy here."

"This is Stuart Bennigan all over again," grumbled Evelyn.

"So, he told you about Slimebag Stu," observed Daisy. "He played the victim and not only got Luigi in trouble, but also some of his friends. Oh, yeah, Spike's a lot like him—but what you don't know is that he's engaged."

"Engaged? Who's the unlucky girl?"

"Her name is Cerena, but her friends call her Cere. Her parents arranged the marriage when she was still in diapers. Spike is a close 'family friend'."

"How do we find her? Maybe she can help us."

"Yes, she can. She's a secret Luigi fan, but while she's wild about him, her parents and fiancé—not so much. As to where we can find her—there's no way of knowing. But she's sent messages out to us, little observations of her betrothed's habits, even peeking in his diary—this match is not made in heaven. She wanted to go to the convention, hoping to find Luigi there, but Spike has escorts in his employ to 'keep her safe'.

"Why do her parents want her to marry him when it's obvious she doesn't?"

"For wealth and status, of course. Her parents run a corporation, and if Spike marries into the family, he gains some of their stock. Spike also aims to bring an heir into the world."

"So, he wants her money and her uterus. Classic," muttered Evelyn. "I hope her parents see the light and help their little girl kick him to the curb."

"Fat chance," said Daisy.

"Thanks for telling me," said Evelyn. "I'll be sure to pass it on to Luigi. But I wonder, how come you didn't tell him first?"

"Don't worry; you'll figure that out," replied Daisy. "So, I hear that you have the hots for a certain private eye. Is that true?"

Evelyn blushed. "How come you know so much about me?"

"Evie, please. You can't hide anything like that from Luigi. He's good at noticing it. Why else did he get our boy Roy and Meta Knight to confess their feelings to each other? Who do you think set up that blind date between Rosalina and Corrine?"

"I fell in love with Val a long time ago," Evelyn confessed after a while. "We were best friends and Luigi fans, wild and carefree, but I just never worked up the nerve to tell him. And just as I did, bam. He fell for someone else. So—that explains the display you walked in on."

Daisy frowned. "Who told you that?"

"I heard the news straight from the horse's mouth. He finally found the perfect woman."

Daisy nudged Evelyn. "I have some good news for you—you're 'the perfect woman'!"

"Impossible," murmured Evelyn. "He said…"

"He was talking about you, sweetheart!" announced Daisy. "You know those dreams you've had lately—he's having them, too! And this was way before he met Luigi! He just didn't know how you'd respond, given his line of work."

"Wow," breathed Evelyn. "He loves me. He really loves me."

"He was drawn not only by your beauty, but also by your quick wit and strong confidence."

"I was nervous to tell him because I thought it would seem like some stupid crush," explained Evelyn.

"It isn't. It's very, very real."

"Well, then," remarked Evelyn. "I guess I'm glad I ran into you."

"So am I. Treat your body however you like—I'm paying for it."

"You, too," winked Evelyn.

"Don't procrastinate this time, okay?" And with that final piece of advice, Daisy walked out of the sauna.

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Just an hour into the convention, and it was already heating up—in more ways than one. In the tournament pit, Mango, Leffen, Hungrybox, Armada, Mew2King and all of the other legends squared off. When their mains weren't signing autographs or interacting with the attendees, they were rooting them on. Gamers who wanted more blasts from the past helped themselves to the copy of Smash 64, or more contemporary ones checked out Brawl and Smash 4. The convention center was a sea of cosplayers posing for snapshots to post of social media, popular YouTubers boosting their channels, tourists checking out the scene and locals drinking in this vibrant sight. Volunteers were on hand to keep order and man the many booths scattered throughout the event. The representative Smashers kept their senses on high alert as they mingled with volunteers. Any one of them could be scouts or spies under the employ of Spike.

Val and the Pikachu suit-clad Paul used this event to their advantage, getting as much information as they could out of the attendees while at the same time enjoying themselves. Val's choice of costume made him among the popular guests, and he stood for photos as frequently as the Smashers. He went toe-to-toe with LoF False in the tournament area, and though he lost, his skills won him the respect of the veteran gamer. Paul spent most of his time in the Kids Area, with the face painting, obstacle courses and bouncy castles, reuniting with fellow Boy Scouts and sharing what they learned. He also talked to and cuddled with Pikachu, talking about how awesome it would've been if Pichu had won the Smash Ballot.

At the Fire Emblem table, Roy, Reflet and Lucina diligently handled all Marth and Ike-related questions, explaining that they ran afoul of a powerful enemy. When attendees weren't visiting him, the redhead sneaked looks at Meta Knight, translating whatever Kirby had to say and sidestepping attempts to get him to remove his mask. The only people he'd reveal his face to were Kirby and the Red Lion. Meta and Roy had gone on a few more dates since Valentine's Day, and on the night before Luigi left, Roy had held the masked knight in his lap while playing with the tiny nub in between his legs. Meta then put the miniature Sword of Seals into his mouth and took a Critical Hit down his throat. In the aftermath, Meta caressed Roy's body and whispered to him in Spanish. They went one more round before falling asleep.

Pit and Corrin exchanged flirty looks across tables and had booked a room at the Monte Carlo. In fact, Pit was the reason why Corrin persuaded Master Hand to allow him to go. They were going at it like rabbits almost every night—just the slightest physical contact made them sweat! While Corrin was casting suggestive glances toward Pit, Corrine was on her phone, trading steamy texts with Rosalina. She'd nearly devoured the Space Goddess when she saw her galaxy for the first time. Both dragon twins were real dragons in the bedroom; Pit and Rosalina's legs were jelly when their partners were through with them!

Sitting at her table with Mario, Peach was over it! His hand had been surreptitiously inside her skirt for the past forty-five minutes, and now he was stroking the moist seat of her panties, pausing only when someone came to talk to them. That night in the shower had left little to their imaginations, and this was Vegas, so anything could happen with these two! Anything could happen with the other couples scattered in this convention center! Vegas was a wild and adventurous place, a first-time destination for many of the Smashers. They planned to make the most of their stay by doing things they'd never dream of doing in the tournaments!

The hours passed, the event growing ever crowded. A man and a woman moved stealthily through the throng of people, the man wearing his usual hat and overalls, and the woman dressed as Midna from the Legend of Zelda series. They kept their heads slightly ducked to avoid being noticed—until they found the people they were looking for.

"What gives, Bro? Attending this convention without inviting me?"

Mario's head snapped up. "Bro!"

"Hey, Mario. Hey, Princess," greeted Luigi.

"Yeah. Hi," joined in Evelyn.

After hugs were exchanged, Luigi asked, "Where are Paul and Val?"

"They're approaching right now," said Mario.

Evelyn turned as Val made his way over to the group, holding Paul's hand. She felt her heart beginning to flutter, seeing his eyes make contact with hers, a smile snaking onto his face.

"This is quite a gathering," mused Val when he reached them.

"Tell me about it," said Peach.

"Hey, Eve," said Luigi. "Is there something you want to say to Val here? Or do you want me to tell him?"

"No, I've got it," said Evelyn. She cleared her throat and turned to Val. "Look, Val, I have to tell you something, something I should've told you from day one."

"What's that?" breathed Val.

"I love you," she said. "I love you so much. Now, I know this is out of the blue, but the years of our friendship have been the best of my life."

"Mine, too," whispered Val.

"I get that your job is dangerous, but the mission we're currently underway in is twice as dangerous," Evelyn went on. "This is a big leap of faith, but—what do you say to going out with me?"

"A big, fat, 'Yes', that's what!" crowed Val, taking her in his arms. "God help me, I love you, too!"

"Yay!" cheered Peach as they kissed. "They're finally together!"

The friends were joined by Christine, playing the role of Lucina with her blue wig, and her son, dressed as Morgan from the Fire Emblem series.

"Am I missing anything?" she asked.

"Not really," Evelyn replied.

They gathered at the table and began talking in low voices. Evelyn told the party what she'd learned through Daisy, that Spike had a fiancée and the methods he used to win people over. They agreed that getting Cerena on their side was the key to accomplishing anything else.

"If she's not on our side already," surmised Christine.

Four men wearing the Sarasaland emblem strode into the convention center, escorting Daisy, wearing a strapless dress suited for the desert weather. She looked as radiant and as stunning as always, commanding authority and respect as a political leader.

"Hi," Luigi said to her. "Glad you could make it."

"I wouldn't miss this for the world," said Daisy, kissing him on the mouth.

"How've you been?" asked Peach.

"Very well. How about you?"

"Just getting by," replied Peach.

"You just got in?" asked Mario.

"I did. I assume you all know what I know?"

"Yes," said Christine. "How'd you find out?"

"I have my ways, but I shouldn't tell you in a public place," said Daisy. "You'll never know who's listening in."

As they spoke, one of the attendees noticed Luigi. "Hey! Look who's here!" he called.

The other Smashers perked up.

"L! Nice to see you!" called Lucina.

"When are you coming home?" asked Ness.

"Poyo!" squealed Kirby.

Luigi went over to catch up with his fellow Smashers and update them on his situation. "I promise I'll be home as soon as I can," he told them, "but this is something I have to do."

"Will you at least let us help?" queried Reflet.

"Sure, I will."

After talking with them for a few minutes more, Luigi sat with Mario and Peach to sign autographs and answer questions.

Later that afternoon, the emcee walked out onto the floor. "Hello, Las Vegas!" he cried. "How are you all doing this fine day?"

"Good!"

"I can't hear you—how are you all doing this afternoon?"

Everybody cheered.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, is the moment you've all come here for—the combo exhibition!"

"Yeah!" hooted Christine.

"These lovely Smashers will blow our minds with the most imaginative combos they can think of. But before they do that, let's put our hands together for this brave volunteer!"

A man wearing protective gear and a helmet stepped out. "Hi," he said sheepishly.

"All right. Are you guys ready?"

"Yeah!"

"How about over here? You guys ready?"

"Whoo!"

"And on this side—you guys ready!"

"Yeah!"

"All right, then. Gamers and cosplayers of all ages—let's get ready to combooooooooooooooooo!"

Everyone started cheering wildly.

Volunteers cleared a nice-sized area so that the Smashers could have freedom of movement. The man in the protective gear stood in the clearing, psyching himself for the thrashing he was about to take.

"Which of you wants to start us off?" asked the emcee. "Hey, Mario folks! You want to start us off?"

The audience cheered again.

"Hey, Luigi! Wanna show us those rad combos of yours?"

Hoots of agreement.

"I'd love to, especially since you asked me so nicely," smiled Luigi.

"Knock them dead, L!" encouraged Daisy.

Luigi stood, made his way to the exhibition area and greeted the man with a deceptive smile.

"You might want to take it easy, pal," said the man.

"Only if you give me a reason to," said Luigi.

The emcee hushed everybody so that Luigi could better concentrate on his movements. Sitting in the front with Peach, Mario, Christine, Val, Evelyn and Paul, it occurred to Daisy that she hadn't really seen Luigi fight before. She caught snippets of tournament matches on TV, but due to her royal duties, she rarely had the time to actually see them. Now, she'd finally get a good view of his Smashing prowess, of what made the other Smashers envy or look up to him. Her heart raced just thinking about it.

As for the man in the safety gear, he didn't get any warning. Luigi was upon him as soon as quiet settled over the convention center. He had nerves at first, and who could blame him? There he was, in one of the most popular tourist attractions in the world, showing off his most reliable combo attacks to a convention center full of people. But it didn't last long. Soon, he was into his routine, starting off with his true combos which would elevate him from a disadvantage to an advantage. His f-air and u-tilt had the property of chaining into themselves, and he could usually pull off a string of four-to-five karate chops or seven-to-eight up tilts. His smashes, notably his breakdance sweep, put opponents in long enough hitstun to start a unique combo. Then, there was the update patch last year which his fans and mains had dubbed "the Triple One Massacre". Some Smashers had complained to Master Hand about Luigi's down throw and how broken it was. Master had sent work to Sakurai, and he and his team had decreased the knockback scaling of the move, putting many of Luigi's sacred combos out of commission. But once the plumber recovered from the shock of the nerf, he'd found ways to work around it. His old combos worked at lower percentages, and at higher percentages, he made up some new combos as he went along. These new combos were now the center of attention for the convention attendees.

Guests gasped, "oohed" and "aahed" and clapped softly as Luigi lunged further into his demonstration. Mario nodded proudly. Paul, along with Christine's son, bounced happily in their seats. Evelyn and Val held hands while they watched. And Daisy—she was fixed on the sight of her man, deep in concentration, and look what concentration could do to that face! He was lit-up beautiful, brows animated as he focused harder and harder on the guy in front of him. Daisy saw his tongue peek out and flick about his lips; she saw the power and intensity well up within him. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she observed him moving so smoothly and gracefully, a short beat in between each hit. He was getting breathless, and the sound of his exerted breathing was more than enough for Daisy. Luigi hadn't even got to the best part, and already she was wet.

He steadily grew more worked up, remembering how some welcomed his nerf with open arms and tried to clip his wings, instead throwing gas onto his fire! Well, nobody was talking trash now. They probably got it through their heads that a nerf was a nerf, and that he'd always adapt, no matter what. Sweat banded on his forehead and lathered up nicely on his cheeks, chin and neck. He felt Daisy's eyes on him. He'd been so stressed lately, but it presently started to seep away.

Especially when he moved on to the viable set-ups he'd engineered in his spare time. They had to be some of the wildest viable combos anyone had ever seen. Daisy was dripping and throbbing by now, trying in vain to calm herself down. She dared not tear her eyes away from Luigi wearing down the protective padding, his eyes so starry bright and dramatic and dark at the same time; from his rounded mouth or his expressive face or from any part of him as he pushed himself past his windedness. Look what she'd been missing all this time!

Luigi's lungs were practically hollering at him by the time he paused to get some breath back. The audience let loose with the cheers they'd dutifully held in as the man in green smiled. God, Daisy loved his smile! The guy in the padding took the time to regroup from the demonstration, making sure that the padding had done its job and that nothing was busted or broken. But Luigi wasn't done with him yet. Not even close. Once he could breathe normally again, he launched right into his guaranteed-K.O. combos, the ones he pulled off at very high percentages. This wasn't a full repertoire, as Luigi's own damage percentage could determine the strength and versatility of his combos. But a full repertoire wasn't needed; the audience could use their imaginations to visualize the rest. The plumber pulled off combo after combo until his limbs and lungs could take no longer. He took a bow and flashed his trademark "V" sign before vacating the area for the next demonstrator.

"Wow, you were incredible!" Daisy told him when he sat back down. "What's your secret?"

Luigi blushed. "Just practicing."

And then they kissed.

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