Mariopocalypse 4: Wario Time

Finally decided where to go in finishing  this one up. Got another post coming shortly, but it was more o fan edit of my old work than real story so didn't want to cop out on that... for some reason, though, Daisy's fate in this was very early in the project: not giving a fuck.

Peach, Andrew, and Rusty kept on riding. Pink shifted between letting Rusty pull them along and driving with him bounding tirelessly alongside them, but they didn't run into much trouble. They were jumped by a few screaming white rabbit creatures, but Pink just stuffed one of their shriveled mushrooms into the tailpipe. It left them in their dust, firing ray guns into the air and screaming like lunatics.

"You can just ignore the Rabbids," Peach advised him casually. "They're not that big a deal."

It was another day's travel from Rosalina's camp when they reached their destination. Wario Stadium was very different from the places Player had been so far. Mainly because it was bright.

The structure was a huge circular shape, with barbed wire and Bullet Bill turrets here and there along the top. An open ceiling let hot air and loud cheers ring out from the inside, as well as a big, crude bust of Wario made of scrapp metal. It towered over everything, flexing a flabby arm as the big-nosed, bigger-moustached, impish-looking man's flabby upper body stood looking down on all with a smug grin. Despite the gray, dusty skies and the rust and sand on everything, the place was lit up with neon letters to spell out its name and spotlights shining inside and out. They could hear the brass music pumping from the inside as if it were a non-stop party (if one with a weird taste for tubas). There was even a koopa troopa with a tuxedo (or the top half of one) and a fake Wario moustache, waving in and greeting guests through the well-lit entrance.

"I guess he's doing well for himself," Player muttered as he looked over the place. A couple of boos floated closer to stare at Rusty, but the big chomp let out its mechanical bark and bit towards them to scare them off.

"Wario doesn't take sides. He never liked Mario, and he doesn't care about Bowser. He always just wanted money." Peach spat in the sand as she started to drive around towards the back of the stadium. "It's like the Game Over was the best damn thing to happen to this fat fuck."

There was a larger, scarred up Hammer Bro out by a larger door in the back. This was clearly the business entrance, as he eyed up a few karts and small tanks that came and went with more open scrutiny than the guests up front. The hulking turtle eyed them warily. Peach talked with him curtly from one impatient and practical person to another. 

“I got a deal for the boss. Big money.”

“How long?”

“In and out if we can.”

“...aright. You humans are fair game, but the monster stays out here.” Rusty barked a few times and bounced in place, but the sumo bro just raised his hefty mallet readily.

“Fine. But he comes when the kid whistles, so don’t get too cocky about it.” Peach detached his chain and let Andy talk him into waiting before they drove into the garage. 

“So there’s something I realized,” Andrew said once they were alone and Peach started to unload some of their supplies. 

“Yea?”

“Wario doesn’t care about anyone, just money, right?” Peach just nodded. “What’s to keep him from just selling us out to the koopas?”

“The fact that we know he’s full of shit.” He saw Peach load a number of mushrooms and the sampling of Bowser’s shell into her sack, followed by a small Bob-bomb. “He starts something, call Rusty and get out. I can handle the rest.”

They went up some stairs to a broad and well-decorated room. Having been in the homes of several cults already, this still stood out like a shrine to Andrew. It was essentially an old office salvaged to the point of at least an echo of its former glory, but it was compensated by a layer of several statuettes, paintings, and etchings of Wario in various states. The fat man was sometimes muscular, sometimes his true flabby self, and sometimes simply made of solid gold, but always clearly the man himself. You could tell because of the massively obese man in a suit the same color of old cheese and overly ripe grapes. He seemed like he was sitting in an ornate, black metal chair, but it whirred and started to move around on several wheeled legs. Wario still had his swollen nose, massive grin, and pointed ears and moustache, but whatever had happened, he  was missing both of his legs halfway to the knees. A pair of yellow and purple-clad Snifits were stationed in each corner, standing very still while their gun-tipped masks faced aimed almost mechanically at Peach.

“There’s my girl!” he cackled in his deep and gnarled voice. “Pink, you pretty piece of work!” His chair buzzed as it came over to them and he threw out his chunky arms. Peach sighed and conceded to hug him, but as soon as his hand smacked her on the ass she shoved him back until the wheels struggled to keep up with the force. 

The masked minions turned sharply to aim for her head when Wario laughed. “Waha! Easy, my boys. She wouldn’t be my peachy girl if she didn’t fight back a little. The little girl’s lost as much as anybody, so she’s got a right to be a little feisty.” He flashed Peach a grin, clearly seeing through any ruse of being the nomadic scavenger “Pink.” Andy knew they had a slight history, if the games were to be believed. 

“I’ve got business for you,” Peach said. “Some of the usual, plus a huge load of high-grade koopa shell. All in a chunk that’s more than twice the size of your fat ass.”

“Ahh, tempting. Tempting.” His robotic wheelchair rolled over to the desk, where he grabbed one of several fist-sized cloves of garlic. He chomped into one and held the other half out to the boy in offering. Andy gulped down the urge to gag and shook his head, letting the fat man swallow the rest. “Well, I’ll have you know that the Koopa Kings had paid me a lot of coin to watch out for you.”

“I thought you might say that,” Peach mused, resting a hand on her bag. Andy tensed up, but Wario cackled aloud.

“Then you’d better not go telling them I saw you! I’d rather keep the money, save myself a bunch of guards from taking you down, and keep working with you. Until they catch up to you and they let Bowser do what he’d been dying to do for all these years, of course.”

“It’ll never happen,” Pink said bluntly. Trust me.”

Andy let the two of them talk in numbers and phrases he didn’t understand, but he saw some glowing panels appear over them. They showed a lot of numbered pictures of items, moving back and forth while coins went up and down. Whether it was a minigame or just a merchant, Wario seemed to be working with them for now. He walked around the room, looking over the odd decorations before looking out of the curtained, steel-lined window in the back. One of the snifits kept their gun-masks on him, but he wasn’t being stopped by anyone. Outside was about what Andrew expected for a coliseum: a big area of stomped down sand, though he saw tire tracks on some parts and burn marks along some of the walls.

There were three fighters in the pit. One war clearly a kong, if bigger and filthier than he ever remembered seeing one. It looked like a 6 foot orangutan with orange fur spotted with scars and blood, a length of pipe in one long paw. A birdo was with them, a muddy-pink dinosaur with a some spikes and ribbons on its head, but most notably a perfectly spherical snout not unlike the snifits and their gun-masks. A spear was clasped clumsily between its clawed little fingers.

The last was a woman. She was possibly human (definitely female by the body), but a thick metal helmet covered her head. She carried a crude but brutal axe in one hand and what looked like a decorated and further armored spiny shell for a shield. Other than that, it was nothing but jean shorts, boots, tanned skin, and a filthy yellow shirt that was splashed with blood here and there in strange, telltale patterns.

The kong let out a warped scream as it tromped at the human with its loping limbs. The woman slid her booted feet across the sand to nimbly duck between its oversized limbs in what Andy thought would just end up with her trampling him. She twisted halfway through and smashed her axe into its elbow, the monstrous monkey wailing as she just as quickly got out from under it before it fell. The helmeted fighter jumped onto the kong's shaggy back and springboarded off, performing a flip before smashing the axe down. The birdo barely avoided it by backpedaling and thrust out with the spear, but the woman swung her shield around to snap it at the center.

Birdo dropped its weapon but sucked in some air and spat what looked like a spray of melon seeds from its mouth. The human didn't have time to raise her axe, so she held up her shield in front of her face as she moved in. She whirled it this way and that like a gymnast with a baton to bounce the bullets away. One or two bounced harmlessly off her helmet, but that was as close as they got. Once she was into close range again, she wound up and backhanded the birdo with the business end of the spiny. There was a splash of blood across one end of the arena floor and the audience went wild as the dinosaur fell limply off the shell missing a few chunks of face.

As the crowd started up a wordless stomping and shouting chant, the woman grabbed her helmet and tugged it off with a shake of her short red hair. She grinned widely with dimpled cheeks as she waved the bloody shield and helm overhead. "Hi, I'm Daisy!! What's up, motherfuckers!?" she laughed loud enough to be heard over the roar. She paraded around a moment before returning to the kong that was squirming in the dirt before smashing the axe down on its head to finish the job.

"Piiiink!?" Andy ran over to the table where Wario and Peach seemed to be wrapping up their deal. "You need to go see who's fighting right now!"

Peach looked at him strangely, but she didn't have to look before the crowd started to chant. "Day-zee! Day-zee!"

"Oh yes!" Wario beamed. "How did she do? Finally got herself killed?" He started to wheel away when Peach grabbed him by his flabby arm.

"The money first," Peach said firmly.

He gave a short, loud laugh (accompanied by an unsettling fart). "Relax. I'm not going anywhere. It's all in the vault." Peach nodded Andy over and he reluctantly followed them over to a corner of the room. There, Wario pulled open his muscular portrait and started to work on a large safe's number lock (making sure to cover up his flabby hands). "No one better to trust with my money than me, eh?" he grunted with a smile at his (potential) joke.

"Is she okay, Player?" Peach asked quietly, though more lazily than trying to hide it from Wario.

"I mean... yea. She didn't get hurt, and she looked kind of happy out there," Andy answered.

Peach actually frowned. "Then that's probably worse than her hating it here."

"What can I say?" Wario said as he whipped open the safe. A number pad was in there, which he started to poke away at next. "The girl brings in the money. She doesn't spend much besides drinks and weapons, so I don't have to pay her TOO much, you know? Besides, us humans really bring in the fans!" Andy looked up at Peach after he implied to be a human, but Peach only shrugged. "How about you, kid? She works for cheap. She'd make a little man out of you," Wario cackled.

"I... think I'm good," Andy answered cautiously, blushing at the obese warlord.

"Throw in a night with her for the kid. Take it out of the pay," Peach answered quickly. Andy looked at her wide-eyed while Wario laughed.

"Excellent! Good taste!" He finally punched the pad and a vault opened on the other side with a large, sharp-beaked reptile just inside the vault doors. It was the size of a smallish elephant, and its face appeared to have ancient scars in place of eyes. It shorted a few puffs of flame from its nostrils before Wario stuck his hand under its snout. It gave a thoughtful sniff before letting out a low grunt and flopping to the ground fast asleep. Wario seemed to be nothing if not paranoid.

Andy didn't have to look deep inside the vault to tell what was inside. The polished yellow gleam of all that gold radiated out of the room. He rode his weird machine into the room and shoved a few huge fistfuls of coins into a sack before holding it out for Pink.

"I'd say it's a pleasure, Wario," Peach said dryly. The obese man farted and she nodded like he had just proved her point "Just tell us where can he find the girl."

When they had their destination and started walking the halls, Drew pulled on Peach's arm. "Why did you plan this?" he whispered as he eyed a passing rabbit man with a mask that grinned at him endlessly.

"Plan is a strong word," Peach admitted, keeping her eyes alert and forward. "But that's the second princess these last few days and strange things happen around you, Player. It's our best way to get a hold of her without stirring things up. And if Rosalina wants a show of force to bring her into action, then we want Daisy on our side."

"She's not really on anybody's side, by the sounds of it."

"That sounds right." Pink frowned at a thought. "Daisy wasn't much for politics. She just preferred to show up for the parties and the luxury. I can't say I'm surprised that she's out here killing for fun and coins."

"So what's my move?" Pink patted him on the shoulder in confidence.

"Show her a good time. Like you did with me. Then shoot straight when you ask her to take on the Koopas. She likes that."

They stopped by one of the rooms that had a sloppily painted orange and white daisy painted on the door. Andy took a deep breath and nodded before he stepped inside. "I won't be far," Peach said quietly before she nodded to the couple of troopas nearby and walked off.

Drew wasn't sure what to expect, but the room wasn't it. It looked like a rock star's changing room, but with more weapons. It was one big room with an unmade bed in one corner with some assorted wrappers on it. One corner had an actual cage in it about 6 feet in either direction and several busted sofas and chairs were here and there. A small heap of weapons were piled in another corner, including a mace, some knives and hammers. There was a large, smudged mirror on the wall with a few types of makeup around (including what seemed to just be airplane glue and model paint). There were bottles and cans all over, mostly by the fridge, and what looked like a mayonnaise jar rested on the wardrobe that contained numerous types of teeth. One was a fang too big to fit in, so it rested lazily beside it.

"Company? Hell yea!" Andy heard Daisy's belting voice through the door before she shoved it open. She still had the big dumb grin on her face that she had in the arena, her helmet tucked under her arm. She tossed it into a corner by the tragically underused trash can and kicked the door shut behind her. "Oh, you're a human!" she said like it was a pleasant surprise. "And a new one. I think you're a new one anyway." She finished off a nearby bottle without properly looking at it and smacked her lips.

"So come on. You feel like partying with the number one asskicker in the stadium?" Despite her previous fight and the mild slur already in her voice, she moved with a sloppy precision. There wasn't purpose to all of her movements, but Andy never felt like she was about to fall over. She hopped over her couch and patted her lap. "C'mon already. I'm still on that rush! I want you to fuck me while you tell me your favorite part of my fights! But hey, it's your coin so..." She shrugged and took another can, gulping down what looked like diced turnips inside. "I'unno. Pick a hole, I guess and get crazy."

"Thanks..." Andy tried to remember what Peach had said about showing her a good time. Daisy didn't exactly seem to have a type, especially since she sounded glad to be sleeping with a human. He shuddered to think of what else that might have included, but he came over to the couch. Daisy grabbed his hand and firmly pulled him into her lap, wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing him noisily on the cheek.

"Relax! I'm only a killer out there! I won't make the 'I won't bite' joke, cuz... no promises." Daisy laughed in this high, musical tone that was kind of beautiful if it weren't coming from a bloodlusting gladiator (and even then...). She hugged him tightly enough that her breasts ballooned out against his arm, having stripped down to just a sleeveless shirt and tight shorts that were both pungently sweaty. The whole place had that smell to it. It was all clearly used, and vigorously. It smelled of her sweat and sex, and somehow lingering beneath it all was the hint of flowers.

"Sorry," Andy said, shaking his head and sliding his arms around the pitfighter's neck. Daisy moaned and rolled her head back, biting her lip as she pulled on his pants.

"Don't be sorry. Never be sorry in bed." She smirked wider. "Or on a couch. Just stop being sorry and hurry up. I'm wet like a Water World down there." Andy decided to take her advice, leaning in and kissing her on the mouth. There were a lot of questionable flavors in there, none of them bad enough to make him stop tasting her moaning mouth and writhing tongue.

Daisy purred and grabbed his hips, making Drew jump when she smacked him on the ass. "I love the shit out of my fans," she sighed as his hands went to her breasts. "Nothing makes you forget your troubles like someone going crazy for you.

"Yea, you're... really good," Drew admitted. "Out there, I mean. But in here too. I can't believe how good a fighter you are, but you're like, cute too, so..."

Daisy caught him gently by the chin and turned him to look into her wild and excited eyes. "Tongue tied, huh? Shy boys like you are so cute..." She frowned for a half-second. "Not like Shy Guys. No mouths, no junk, no fun. It's alright." She snaked her hands underneath his shirt while Drew hurried to do the same. The redhead lifted it off, forcing his hands to do the same as her full and broad chest appeared before him properly. They were big enough to wobble in the open air, but some clear muscle tone in her upper body kept them high and perky. A deep scar about two inches long was on her right breast. A longer, shallower one went across the space between her abdomen and groin.

Daisy caught Dean staring and giggled as she took his hand, pushing it against her breast and her already hard nipples. "Some lucky Dry Bones with a knife got me. Busted him to pieces before I started to bleed my tit out," she explained while she got his pants off. She knelt down and kissed at his erection, making her latest fan shake in pleasure. She smiled and took his cockhead into her mouth, slowly bobbing her head so that her breasts dragged her nipples along his thighs. Daisy finally popped her mouth off of his cock.

"That doing anything for that tongue tying, boy?" she giggled, licking her lips like she was savoring the taste of him.

"Yea!" Drew squeaked, clearing his throat while she laughed again. She peeled off her tight shorts, another long and thin scar along her inner thigh. Drew's hand ended up resting on it as she suddenly threw herself on top of him, straddling lap and aggressively mounting his erection.

"Fuck, that feels good," Daisy grunted, closing her eyes and rolling her head back. "I needed something hard and warm inside me after all that yoshi shit." She clenched her fists, raking her nails over his chest and arms. Drew gave another small grunt from the pain, but she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. He grabbed her by her breasts, trying to hold her steady. That just gave her an excuse to buck harder, sliding him rapidly in and out of her. He felt her heavy breathing bounce her tits in his hands, her hard nipples poking at his fingers with each thrust.

"You were amazing out there," Drew finally managed, squeezing her breasts harder. She bit her lip with an excited grin behind it, whether from the flattery or the rougher treatment. "You're really strong and dangerous and sexy..."

"I killed a Blargg once... one of those big lava dragons," she added in a blatant fish for compliments. "Talk about a hot fight... and a giant piranha plant... Petey or something."

"That's so cool..." Drew muttered, his perspective clouded by the way she rode his cock. Her weight slammed down firmly each time, taking him deep and rough into her pussy. Her sweat dripped down on him as she overworked herself and let him continue his praise. "You're just this perfect warrior. No wonder everyone loves you. Everyone wants you... you're this unstoppable, monster-slaying princess."

Daisy's eyes fluttered a bit at the last part, but Drew thrust back into her. She groaned and held onto his shoulders, effectively pinning him down beneath her. Her labored breaths blew over his face and chest, and her intense, captivated stare proved too much for her younger partner. Drew grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into a kiss, feeling his cock slide across her clitoris right as he came inside her. He felt his cream trail out over her thighs and into his lap, but her deep groans vibrated her lips and chest against him. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she rode out a few more thrusts, apparently uncaring that his member was softening beneath her.

"Sor-" he started, but Daisy caught his eye as she kept grinding on top of him. He remembered her orders to never apologize during sex and bit his tongue. "Thanks. You're so good at this too."

"I'm just the best, kiddo," Daisy said, rather breathless herself. "I can beat the best. Monster, man or cock, I can outlast them all." She rubbed against his retracting cock, making Drew blush and squirm as his overly sensitive dick got a firm, wet rubbing. She came shortly after, a short and powerful shout that made her press into him bodily and shiver violently.

"Hoo! Just what I needed!" Daisy eased herself back off of his cock and grabbed a can of Kerokero Cola off of the nearby table. She took a few large gulps before offering it to him. Drew sniffed it and it smelled somewhere between swamp water and Mountain Dew, but he braved a quick sip anyway. “So what was your name again?”

"Um, Drew… but yea. That really was incredible," Drew admitted, overwhelmed by the aggressive gladiator of a lover. "Did you mean what you said, though?"

"Mean what?" Daisy said, reclaiming her drink. "I say a lot of shit."

"That you could beat the best."

Daisy frowned and thought for a moment. "Yea," she finally answered. "I could. Did you mean what you said?"

"About what?"

"About how I'm a princess?" Drew stared at her blankly while she expectantly watched him for a response.

"I... did. I know about you. I know about a lot of people in this world, and I know things aren't right the way they are."

Daisy snorted and kicked her feet onto the table, knocking a few empty cans and bottles aside in the process. "No shit. Why do you think I'm here? It's what one of the few places that's safe and stable in the whole Mushroom Wasteland. In the stadium, nobody knows and nobody really cares what I was before the Game Over. I just get to do what I love most and they pay me for it."

"What if we could fix it?" Drew offered. Daisy rolled her eyes.

"I'd think you're full of it. We all know who runs the Wasteland, and it's the Bosses, and the Bosses all work for the Koopas."

"Bowser is dead," he blurted out. Daisy froze with her questionable soda stuck to her lips. "Pink and I found a hunk of his corpse that fell out of an airship, and they're trying to catch us and cover it up. And I keep getting these... messages. These signs and stats and missions... I came from a world where we watched you guys and things were happy. It was weird and dumb and nothing ever happened except the occasional kidnapping, but you were all so happy. Things were green, and everyone played board games and raced go-karts with the kongs and the yoshis, not killed them in pit fights or robbed them like they were monsters. I don't know if I can help you get that back, but... I know people who want to try, and I know we can do a better job than the Koopa Kids. Especially with three princesses on our side."

Daisy tossed her can aside lazily. "Did you say three?"

"I'm traveling with Princess Peach. We have a couple of allies out there, but I know that Rosalina will help us if we can show we're strong enough to dethrone one of the Koopas without her. And I meant it... you're the most badass person I've met since I got here." Except possibly Peach, of course. She didn't know if Daisy could race a kart or haggle around Wario, but she seemed like she fought constantly. "I know we can take them down with you around."

"Peach is okay, huh?" Daisy looked thoughtfully at her spilled drink. "I remember seeing the star crash... I was sure Rosie was dead... but blondie, I thought she'd figure something out. She was tougher than all the frill and parasols made you think. And storming one of the big Bosses compounds sounds like the craziest shit you could do." Daisy broke into a manic grin. "You guys meet me up here tonight. I'm fucking in."