MERRY CHRISTMAS!
(or Happy Hanukkah or whatever you lovely bunch celebrate)
So yeah, guys, CHRISTMAS BREAK'S HERE! I've got all the time in the world (which is only really about 2 ½ weeks) to churn out some fanfiction over the holidays. And churn I shall! Consider it my Christmas gift to you guys.
Guess that means I should do something Christmassy with this fic…
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…or I could just dig around in some old reviews I had that had some pretty good ideas…since I'm too lazy to come up with some of my own…
And come on, I'm just really excited to be writing to you guys again. Thanks again for staying interested all the way through; it makes me feel like I'm doing something really special. I really do appreciate it.
But I'm sure you're sick of hearing me yammer, and personally, I am too. On with the story! You guys ready?
*looks to Smashers*
*every single Smasher is passed out on the floor, eggnog all over their faces*
*Crazy Hand is up on stage, pinching a microphone in his fingers, drunk, and singing ridiculously loudly*
Crazy Hand: OOOOH DERZZ KNOOOOO PLAZZZZE LIKE HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMME FUUUR DEM HOOOLIDAZZZE…NO MAAAAATTER HOW… far…awaayy…you…
*Crazy passes out and falls over*
Author: T_T
I see nothing has changed…
Stark, blinding sunlight served as Samus's wakeup call as it flooded in through the infirmary window. Not that she really needed it, she had been awake all night. She had found herself quite disappointed that she wasn't able to conclude her little appeal with Pit the preceding night, as he had fluttered out of the room like a frightened little finch when Zelda decided to drop by unannounced. The princess merely wanted to check on her injured friend, but she had discovered soon enough just how unwelcome she was. Needless to say she didn't stay for too long.
And then there was the injury. She was disgusted with the feeling of being so weak, now that the wound had truly settled into her legs. They were undisposed to even move without presenting Samus with an ungodly amount of pain. Granted, she was grateful for being free of any broken bones, no doubt the resiliency of her Chozo DNA playing a role, but nonetheless, something as simple as walking or even getting out of bed was simply out of the question. She'd be out of the Brawls for a little while.
She scowled at the thought.
Guess that means Falcon's safe for now…darn…
Her grin perked up as Dr. Mario, followed energetically by a freshly toga'd Pit, strolled into the infirmary. The doctor had a clipboard in his hands.
"Ah, so you're awake." His mustache bounced with the jolly swing in his voice. "How are you feeling this morning, Samus?"
Samus's little smile faded.
"Not bad…but…I can't really move my legs…"
"Ah, yes, that's what I was afraid of. Pit, if you will…" He hand the clipboard to the angel.
"Uh…sure." He took it, his little hands trembling ever so slightly.
Dr. Mario stepped over to the huntress's bedside, removed the covers, and attached a few probes onto Samus's bound legs. His fingers tapped away on a keyboard as one of the monitors snapped to life, running down some statistics. A printer to the side whined as a legal sheet of paper dropped out of its mouth, the doctor picking it up and scanning it.
"Yes, as I thought. There's a fair bit of muscle damage around both of your tibias, hindering your basic leg movements. I'm sorry Samus, but I don't think you'll be walking for a few days."
Pit's eyes sunk to the floor, ashamed at himself.
Dr. Mario looked up from the paper.
"I'd really recommend staying in bed for a while. Your usual athleticism has your body really in top-notch shape, so I don't think rehab will be necessary. Just give it some time, and you'll be out and about soon enough."
He looked back down to the paper.
"Hmm…the reports show a sharp increase in your heart rate for a short time last night. Did you have a nightmare, Samus?"
Samus's lips curled into a hungry smile.
"More like a hot dream…" She winked playfully at Pit.
He blushed furiously, looking away in an embarrassed manner.
Two alloys walked silently into the room, transporting a stretcher with some mangled mass of a body piled on top of it. As they set it down on the bed nearest the wall, the broken form of Captain Falcon brought a shudder to Pit and a frown to Samus.
Dr. Mario sighed.
"Ah yes, the one I'm told I'll be working overtime on. I heard they found him under a pillar, barely breathing. Poor fellow… must've been in terrible pain…"
"Good." Samus snapped bluntly, catching the other two's attention. Her anger was replaced by a hint of embarrassment as she spied their frightened gazes.
"Er…sorry."
There was a pause. Dr. Mario spoke.
"Um…yes…. I'm almost certain that someone like you won't be content in the slightest to simply wait around in bed all day, so I've already had a wheelchair supplied for you. I'll have the alloys bring it in-"
"I don't need a wheelchair." Samus barked. "I can walk just fine on my own."
A smirk played on the doctor's lips.
"Oh, is that so? Then you wouldn't mind showing me, would you?"
Samus scowled.
Detaching the probes from her legs, she swung herself to the side of the bed, where as she angled her thighs, slid off the mattress, and landed on her feet.
Pit caught her before she fell all the way to the floor, the huntress halfway stifling a scream of pain.
Dr. Mario stood cheerily over them.
"Wheelchair sounding pretty good now, isn't it?"
Samus groaned.
Pit nestled his head against hers.
"Please, Samus. I don't want you hurt anymore."
The huntress sighed.
"Alright, alright, fine."
Soon, the chair had been brought in, in all its hospitally, old-lady glory, and proved itself quite an unwelcome sight for Samus's eyes. Reluctantly, but with no real choice, she allowed herself to be gently placed into it by Pit. He took a step back and looked her over.
"You know, to be honest," he smiled, "you look kinda old like that."
Samus fumed.
"WELL EXCUSE ME! IT'S NOT LIKE I-"
"Easy, I was only kidding."
She settled back down, a twinge of happiness poking at her quick-kindled rage. It had been a while since she had seen Pit smile. He had seemed to be in a funk all morning.
Dr. Mario turned to the angel.
"Alright, now, Pit. I'm assuming that you'll be her caretaker for the day then?"
The archer furrowed his brow.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, I'm just making sure that you know what all that that entails."
"…um…"
The doctor sighed.
"You're going to have to do everything that she normally does that she can't accomplish without the use of her legs. This means pushing her around the manor, opening doors for her, making sure she gets enough fluids, dressing her, washing her-"
He blushed hard and looked back to Samus, like asking for her approval.
She simply cocked her head, pursed her lips, and raised her eyebrows, as if to say: Listen to the man. You've got some responsibilities now. This might be fun!
He sighed.
"…of course. I'd be more than happy to."
Dr. Mario smiled.
"Very good. Take care now!"
Pit stepped around behind Samus and gripped the two wheelchair handles.
She grinned madly.
"YES! PUSH ME, SLAVE!"
Pit laughed.
Across the Manor's grounds, on the second floor of the dormitories, stood solely and solemnly none other than Smash Manor's hauntingly dark Pokémon trainer, Red. He was stationed silently in front of room 243.
Sheik's room.
In between his fingers he possessed a small note, which appeared nothing more than chickenscratch scrawled on a rough-looking piece of old paper. Somehow, it was legible.
It read:
I've been watching you for some time. Your resolve and reflexes are something to be admired. I'd like to discover your true potential. Come to my room if you think you're up to the challenge. I'll be waiting.
Sheik
Red was known throughout the world for never backing down from a challenge, so naturally he had accepted the invitation. He gave a light knock on the hardwood door.
A sharp, ominous voice replied in turn.
"Come in."
Pushing open the door, he found himself secluded alone in the small room, almost entirely shrouded in darkness, save for the small threads of light floating in though the opened door.
Said door shut behind the trainer with a haunting CRREEEAK.
Completely enveloped in a blanket of darkness, Red's inhumanly decisive ears picked up the nearly inaudible sound of some shuffling about the room, a small clink of something metal, and a slow, steady breath.
"Welcome, trainer." The voice returned. "I was beginning to think that you had declined my offer."
Red didn't truly reply, but gave a small, dark laugh instead.
"Yet…" the voice hissed, seemingly becoming closer and closer, "…I didn't bring you here to waste time with idle chat."
More shuffling.
"The reason I summoned you here is due to the fact that you possess a very unique set of skills, one that may be shaped and molded into something truly fearsome. Something that will make the greatest of men fall to their knees before you."
More clinking.
"Something that can make you powerful far beyond your wildest dreams…"
Complete silence.
…
…
"I would like to train you to become a Sheikiah."
Red's eyebrows elevated just a tiny bit.
"You may accept or decline. The decision is yours. But know that you may never truly reach your full power without my assistance. Should you accept, the task that will be spread before you will seem at times insurmountable. It may drive you mad. Your body may break under the pressure. This is the path sought by many but achieved by very few. Choose carefully."
The voice paused, as if giving Red time to think.
"Your decision?"
The trainer didn't move for about ten seconds.
Eventually, he crossed his arms and nodded, giving a small grunt of approval.
A twinge of malice seemed to be intertwined with the voice at it replied.
"I see. Very good. I shall train you."
Red could feel breath on his ear.
"But first, I must make sure that you are still worthy of this gift. We will begin with something simple."
In an invisible motion, a hooked knife was around Red's neck.
Sheik hissed chillingly into his ear.
"Escape the room alive."
Red grinned.
Just outside, in front of the room right next door, Pit was carefully rolling Samus into her dorm. After she had escaped the infirmary, the huntress had informed the angel that she wanted to be taken PROMPTLY to her room. She had refrained from telling him why.
She would have more fun that way.
Pit gently stepped inside, pulling the blonde behind him. He allowed the door to close on its own as he turned and took a small breath, taking the room in.
"Alright, here we are. So why did you wa-" He turned back around and fell silent.
Samus was playfully fiddling with the thin fabric of her hospital gown, a curly smile stretched across her lips. She was blushing lightly.
"Piiiiiiiit…" she whined, a frisky tone laced delicately into her voice.
She looked up to him. Her arms fell from her gown and wrapped around her waist. She gave a small shudder.
"…it's so cold in here…will you warm me up?"
Pit flushed almost instantly. He glanced around the room, looking for something that could give heat.
He pulled a blanket off of her bed and offered it to her.
"Here, put thi-"
Her arm shot past the blanket and grabbed onto his hand, yanking him right next to her into the wheelchair.
She cuddled into his chest.
"Mmm…there we go…"
His blush enflamed into a deep shade of crimson. He squirmed around in the chair, like her touch was painful. His movement drove Samus to ensnare him in her arms, pushing herself on top of him. Her breath heightened as she began to kiss his neck, running her hands down his trembling chest.
"S-Samus!" He blathered, "w-what-?"
She simply laughed through closed lips as she leaned into him further, forcing her body onto his. As her face grew closer and closer to his, her tongue slithered out of her jaws and began to pry his mouth open…
…until she placed a finger to his nose and teasingly pushed him away.
She giggled madly as he retreated from the chair, the little angel confused and horribly embarrassed.
She spoke again when she had calmed herself down.
"Alright, that's enough of that. Come on. I'd like to change clothes, please."
His blush didn't recede any, but his voice was a bit more stable.
"…sure. Of course, Samus."
He brought out a fresh Zero Suit from her dresser and handed it to her, extremely nervous.
She pursed her lips disappointedly at his gesture.
"Well? What are you waiting for?"
He furrowed his brow.
"Uh…"
She sighed.
"Do you remember anything? You're going to dress me, aren't you?"
He blushed furiously.
"W-WHAT?! I THOUGHT DR. MARIO WAS JUST KIDDING ABOUT THAT!"
"Oh, come now, Pit, you don't really think I can put on a full bodysuit without the use of my legs, do you? You've got to do it for me."
She raised her arms.
"Go on. Take off the gown."
Hesitating at first, Pit timidly pinched the edges of the gown in his fingers and slowly began to pull it upward, his heart racing as the creamy flesh of her stomach began to peek out at him.
Soon he had lifted the gown to her shoulders, thankful beyond belief that she at least had a bra on. He was getting chills from how easily the fabric slid off her skin, as if she was made of a royal, refined velvet. Her long, unrestrained hair rushed out of the gown as it was finally lifted from her head, flowing like a waterfall of miraculous, golden liquid. She shook her entrancing mane when Pit lowered his arms, keeping his eyes locked onto her. She relished the feeling of his eyes exploring her body, running up and down her long, lean sides; only her midnight-black lingerie keeping her more private areas under wraps.
She parted her eyelids slowly, her keen, sharp blue eyes flashing ravenously at his adorable figure. She savored the sight of visible shudders dancing on his skin, chilled to the bone by her.
He couldn't stop staring at her. She was actually beginning to feel a bit embarrassed, flattered that he was enjoying her little show.
"Uh…P-Pit? The suit…?"
"OH!" He snapped out of his trance. "S-Sure!"
With trembling little hands, he hastily grabbed the silky apparel and unzipped the back of it. He knelt down with it and gently took hold of one of the huntress's bandaged legs, slipping the legging of the suit over her foot.
His eyes froze as he caught sight of the medical gauze around her shin. A huge weight came crashing down on his fluttering heart. She had been so badly hurt. It was truly a wonder that she was even alive. And it was all his fault. Somewhere in her heart she had found the kindness to forgive him, even though he didn't deserve it in the slightest.
Something subconscious took hold of him as he found himself leaning in and beginning to kiss her foot, like he was groveling before her. Samus immediately blushed, a bit startled by the luscious smoothness of his sweet lips tickling her skin. She sighed happily and allowed him further passage up her leg as his kisses ascended to her shin. He kissed over the wound like she was a child, like the kiss could make it all better. His hands let the Zero Suit fall to the floor as he began to massage her feet, his kisses moving even higher, now landing on her thigh. Samus moaned softly as his blissfully enchanted hands pleasured her senses with a delicate foot rub, his fingers warping the muscle so gently and lovingly it made her want to cry. His kisses moved even higher, now on the midpoint of her thigh, surprising his lover with the use of his tongue, rolling across her delectable skin.
Samus began to sweat with anticipation as he grew even closer, his rosy tongue promising stifling pleasure if it reached its unspeakable destination. She moaned her approval loudly as she began to finger at the slender piece of cloth around her quivering hips, pulling it down playfully as Pit advanced, mere inches from his goal. Samus braced for a burst of fiery passion as Pit wrapped his finger around Samus's lingerie, pulling it even further down her voluptuously curved hips. He panted heavily as he leaned in, tongue out like a hungry dog.
The door slammed open.
"SAMMY! THERE YOU ARE!" screamed Princess Peach, "I've been looking everywh-OOOP!"
Pit lifted his rose-colored, fluffy-topped head in an instant.
Samus shot the princess a look that said: OUT NOW OR I KILL YOU.
Peach squealed and flew out of the doorway, banging the door behind her.
Red moved like a shadow, his speed invisible as he ducked out from under Sheik's headlock. He about-faced, pivoting on his heel, swatted the knife away, and sprung forward, catching the surprised ninja in a football tackle that sent them both to the floor. He jumped off of the Sheikiah and bolted for the door.
"Not so fast." Sheik rolled to her feet and snapped a metal-lined whip out from her sleeve, lassoing Red by the throat, squeezing the breath out of him with a fierce yank back to the center of the room.
He grunted in frustration and took hold of the whip, sending his elbow over and down upon it. As a result he wrenched Sheik towards him with startling power, and took it so far as to throw a single, clean-cut blow right into the ninja's stomach. Sheik staggered backwards, her hold on the chain loosening as she heaved for a few moments. Red removed the whip from his neck and flung it around Sheik's diaphragm, ensnaring her by roping her arms to her thin waist. Red jerked the two ends of the cord outward, tightening his control over the Sheikiah. With a mighty heave he flung the wire to his left, sending a tied-up Sheik plummeting to the underlying carpet.
Before the ninja could escape her own whip, Red was out the door, without a scratch on him.
Sheik eventually stood and hobbled to the door, a twinge of shame in her voice as she spoke.
"That…was most impressive, Red. You show much promise. I will train you."
The teen simply nodded his head, hiding a small, ominous grin under the bill of his hat.
After Peach had interrupted Pit and Samus's little moment of passion, the little angel had curled up in a fetal position, incredibly ashamed with himself. His eyes were squeezed shut, and his wings were wrapped defensively around his body. Samus was trying to get him to calm down.
"P-please, Samus, I don't know what came over me…I shouldn't have-"
The huntress cooed and soothed as best as she could, but she was still only in her underwear, which wasn't really doing much to make the teen feel any more comfortable.
"Shh…Pit, it's alright…you don't have to apologize, really. I…I thought it was nice…"
He was blushing so hard all of his blood may as well of been locked away in his cheeks.
"B-but…I-I…"
Wait…was he crying?
"Hey, hey now, none of that." She bent down as far as she could in her wheelchair and wiped a few tears away from his eye. He shuffled deeper into his wings, like he could hide from her. Samus sighed.
"Alright, come here." She whispered, catching his attention. She wrapped her arms around him and lifted him up onto her lap, like you would a toddler. She squeezed him tightly and snuggled into him, coaxing him to relax as she pacified his ears with her drawn-out, steady breathing. His wings slowly lowered as he found solace in her arms, warmed throughout by her bare, silky, tepid skin. She gave his sides a playful tickle, causing him to produce a light-hearted, childlike giggle.
"Hey, stop that…" He whispered sweetly.
Samus smiled evilly.
"Oh, a bit ticklish, are we?"
Startling him, she threw her fingers into overdrive, attacking his quivering sides with tiny little pricks and pinches that made him burst out in laughter. He swatted playfully at her hands, but she didn't budge.
"AH! SAMUS! NO! AAHH! NO WAIT, PLEASE NOT-AAAH!" He could hardly speak as she picked up speed, forcing his ribs to clench up in a desperate effort to protect the edges of his stomach. He doubled over, rolled out of the chair and onto the floor, Samus never pausing for even an instant. His laughter became small squeals as she moved even faster, causing tears to stream out of his eyes. She grinned like a mad woman as she moved from his sides to his armpits, in response to which he slammed his arms against his torso, anxious to keep her fingers away. He screamed in hilarity, a huge grin curled into his lips, squirming frantically around on the floor while Samus assaulted his senses.
Slowly, the huntress relieved the angel from her sensory onslaught. She sat up in her chair, sighed contently, and gestured him up.
"Alright, come on. I'd actually like to take a shower before I change, if it's alright."
Pit's dreamy smile faded, and a sharp blush took its place.
"Oh! Yeah, sure."
He stood and rolled her into her bathroom, a little anxious to see where she was going with this. Once there, Samus turned her head and looked at Pit with the slightest playful glint in her eye.
"Alright, well, get undressed. Or do you take showers like you go into hot springs?"
His blush turned brighter.
"Really, Samus, are you sure it's alright? I know Dr. Mario said that-"
She nodded.
"It's fine, Pit. We're both adults. I think I can handle a shower together."
He sighed and took a deep breath.
"Alright, then. If you're sure."
She lifted her arms.
"Go on. Take it off."
Obviously doing nothing to remove the burning heat from his cheeks, Pit took a gentle hold of the small, silk bra and began to lift it off of her shoulders, his heart skipping a beat as it surmounted her bust. Samus decided to spice that moment up for the angel by peppering the air with a small, soft moan as the lace slipped over her skin. Pit took a sharp breath.
Her back alone was keeping him on edge. The sweet, milky skin was as smooth as velvet to the touch, molded masterfully into a voluptuously curved body. She was so warm, so soft, so elegant in her figure that it made Pit melt whenever he got anywhere near her. And now, with him as close to her unclothed form as he was, he beginning to find breath escaping him.
Samus dealt with the bottom half. Wedging her thumbs under the strings on her hips, she slowly pulled the article down her legs and off her feet. She flung it back over shoulder, teasing at Pit by purposely aiming it at him.
He almost died as the cross-piece landed in his hair. He fought back a nosebleed and shook his head silly, desperate to remove it before his heart exploded.
Samus glimpsed cutely over her shoulder, her right hand clasping her left arm, forearm across her bust. She fluttered her eyelashes and spoke softly.
"Well? Get undressed."
Pit's heart raced. He couldn't even bring himself to look at her.
"L-Let's…let's get y-you in the shower f-first." He stuttered.
Impressively, Pit managed to keep his eyes closed as he lifted Samus out of the wheelchair, navigated himself across the bathroom, and placed the huntress down in the tub of the shower. He shut the shower curtain and opened his eyes, sighing. He heard the water turn on, grateful for Samus's compliance. He turned to the mirror and began to undress himself.
The head wreath, the charms, the golden bands, the boots, the toga, his undershirt, the shorts, and finally his briefs fell to the floor in a big, glittery pile. He sighed as he looked in the mirror; he couldn't believe he was about to do this.
He stepped over to the end of the shower that was AWAY from the shower head and took a deep breath. If he stayed behind her, she wouldn't see anything, and neither would he. He wouldn't feel embarrassed that way, right?
He took hold of the shower curtain…
…
Just in time to find out that Samus had different plans.
Her arms snapped out from the shower and took a fierce hold on his chest, and with a diabolical laugh, she yanked his frightened figure in.
"C'mere you…"
"AHH!"
Oh my, Samus…control yourself…
Eh…I didn't really like this one. This can just be that one chapter that all the people that only want to read lemons obsess over. (I know you people exist, I used to be one. I still kinda am one.)
But yeah, I think I will have Sheik train Red. I proposed that in one of the earlier chapters, but I never got around to it until now. And no, Red/Sheik won't be a thing. Unless you want it to be…(smiles devilishly)
By the way, I need some feedback on this one. Is Sheik a boy or a girl? I wrote her off as a girl when she showed up earlier, but I was never really sure. Opinions?
Going back to the beginning of the story, little anatomy knowledge for the lot of you. Tibias are what you would consider your shinbones. And Samus's were messed up.
Also, as I said before, CAPTAIN FALCON IS NOT DEAD! He's just resting. With 90% of his bones broken. Heheh
Boy, Pit and Samus just can't have a sexy moment without someone walking in on them. They might want to lock the door next time…mmm…naw, it's too much fun to interrupt them.
Pit: HEY! Have a little respect!
*author throws Samus at him*
Oh, just shut up and kiss her already.
Yeah, honestly, I think I went WAY overboard with the pervy fluff for this chapter. This one didn't even have that much thought put into it. I was just so excited to be writing again, so I didn't really have the patience to come up with something brilliant. I apologize. You guys WILL tell me when I start to go too far with the lemons, right? Please don't refrain if I do. The LAST thing I want to do is offend the some of the few caring people that put up with my nonsense.
And just in case you were wondering, yes, I am very ticklish.
Thanks for the read! Have a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! God bless!
-Mohawkman2233
*turns to Smashers*
So, how are we all doing?
*everyone has a hangover*
Link: GO DIE IN A HOLE
Author: 0_0
