>>322
Hey, lookit me, I can make baseless claims too!
SAMEFAG LOLOLOLOLOLOL BUTTHURT AM I COOL YET?

>>362
Stop being an asshole, nobody likes you. If you don't want to read the story, just hide it, don't act like a 13 year old.

As far as the story goes, it's pretty good. Having said that, I'm still hoping for a happy ending involving the main character getting back with her(?) girlfriend and having the lesbian sexings.

>>366
He'll get out of the facility soon, but that's as far as I'm going to say.

I'm around halfway done with chapter 5, and at least one new character will be introduced. Ill have it up later today.

>>376

Works for me. Nice update speed, I love that I barely have to wait for more story.

>>362
Can we get a ban on this faggot? If you don't like this AWESOME STORY, its your loss, and you should fuck off and die.

Bravo, moar please.

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(Sorry guys, my g/f came over and hogged my computer from me all day. =/ I did get some good Brawl time in and I feel comfortable about entering an upcoming tournament, but that doesn't get the story written any faster. I got 5 finished, and if I can get 6 finished tonight I'll post it, too. Here ya go!)

Chapter 5: Just One of the Girls



I woke up the next morning, still a little flustered. She may have sounded like a man, but Roxy had me sexually frustrated all night, and I’m not embarrassed to say it. As I rolled over, I saw the camera in my room in the upper corner near the door. I got up, seeing Dr. Hutchison had dropped my clothes off the night before. I got up out of bed, walked over to the coffee table and picked up the panties I had worn the day before. I looked up at the camera, spinning them around on my finger, making sure I swayed my hips with each step, before slingshotting the underwear up onto the camera to hide the lens. I decided it was time to have a little fun, in privacy for once.

Nearly an hour later, Dr. West had come to my door, swiping his badge to get in. I was lying on the sofa, wearing the same outfit as the day before sans panties; they were still over the camera so I was wearing a different pair. A sheepish grin was plastered on my face. I hadn’t cum again today, but I got damn close several times, and I felt wonderful regardless.

“So, did you reach climax today?” What a rude question to start out with.

“How did you--”

“Oh, please,” West said, reaching up with a single finger to hook the panties off of the camera. “Like you didn’t make it any more obvious.” He flung them at me the same way I had at the camera, but I couldn’t help but giggle -- yes, I giggled, shut up -- at the sarcastic bastard. I was in a fantastic mood.

“How do you know I just didn’t get more sleep?” I asked jokingly, only to receive an unconvinced look back. I got up from the couch, stretching, and led Dr. West out into the hallway. “So, what’s for breakfast?”

“You’re joking… It’s nearly noon,” he replied, leading me down the hallway in a direction I hadn’t been.

“Well, what’s the first meal of the day?”

“…Breakfast…?” he answered, sounding unsure as to what I was getting at.

“Well, there you go. You figured it out.”

He shook his head, rolling his eyes. “God, you could be my sister.”

I raised a brow at him, shaking my head back. “Two days ago, you would’ve said ‘brother.’”

“You’re right,” he said. “But this is TODAY, and my brother wouldn’t have a vagina.”

“You know, I really hate you,” I said with a smirk. He rounded a corner, with me trailing behind him.

“The feeling is mutual,” he said with a grin. Well, at least we were on better terms with each other. We joked around or insulted one another until we got to the cafeteria of the lab. It was really nice for some secret underground lair they all worked in. We got in line, each of us grabbing a tray.

“So, little one, I heard you’re ‘Sammy Steel’ now,” West said to me. I looked at him, brow raised again.

“Really? Man, gossip spreads around here like wildfire, doesn’t it?” I chuckled, grabbing a plate with a chicken sandwich on it.

“Hutch told me. He almost sounded excited about it.” The young doctor grabbed a fish filet and a side of sliced potatoes. “He really likes you.”

“Is that so?” I added some fries to my meal, before eyeing the Jell-O cup at the end of the line.

“Don’t get any ideas, lady, he likes you in a professional way.” The doc grabbed a yogurt and headed towards the end of the line. I scoffed at him, following closely behind. That Jell-O was so close!

“Come on, I don’t swing that way!” I said, appalled. Once within reach, I snatched that desert and a Mountain Dew. “Anyway, you gonna stop calling me ‘little one’ now?”

“Not a chance, little one,” he replied with a grin, grabbing a bottle of water.

“Alright, ‘MICHAEL,’” I said with emphasis, which made him snap his head around so fast I thought he’d broken his neck. With a quick swoop of his hand, he knocked the can of Mountain Dew down to the floor, leaving me glaring at him. “Aw, really now? Now I won’t be able to open it up for like ten hours!”

“Never again,” he said sternly, before picking up his tray and heading towards a table. I hope I don’t ever get that look again. I picked up the can, set it back nonchalantly, and grabbed another, before racing after him. He led me to a table with Dr. Hutchison and another person I hadn’t met yet, a lady.

“Oh, hello Sammy,” Dr. Hutchison said warmly.

I smiled and returned his greeting. “Hello, Dr. Hutchison. Did you know Dr. West is a total jerk?”

He and the woman laughed together, nodding in unison. “Yes, I DO work with him, after all,” Dr. Hutchison replied. “Sammy, this is Dr. Wright, she’ll be working with us today, as well. Dr. Wright, this is Sammy.”

“Oh, right, I’ve heard about you,” Dr. Wright said with a smile. “The ‘success’ everyone is talking about, right?”

“Well, it depends on who you ask,” I said. She smiled at me, nodding.

“I’m sure, I’ve heard you’re almost rebellious about it.”

“Well, I didn’t really want this to begin with,” I said. Dr. West was mock snoring as I spoke. I take it he’s tired of hearing me whine about it. Dr. Hutchison hit him on the side, invoking soft laughter from the table. I took a bite of my chicken sandwich, waiting until I’d swallowed it down before continuing. “I mean, I guess it’s a success for the team, it’s just… I don’t know where to go now.”

Before anyone could reply, a Mountain Dew across the room spewed all over the scientist that had opened it, causing Dr. West to briefly choke on the potato in his mouth. I guess he’d grabbed the can I previously had. “Come on, let’s eat, hurry up,” West rushed the table while I snickered at his reaction.

Without even looking up, Dr. Hutchison calmly said, “You knocked another drink can to the floor, didn’t you?”

“This isn’t about me,” Dr. West lied, scarfing down his food. “We got science to run and tests to learn and studies to experiment and shut up and eat!” Within seconds, he was taking his empty tray to the drop off point, quickly leaving while the victim of the soda explosion was looking around for him.

“He’s something, isn’t he?” I asked out loud, biting into another french fry.

“That is quite possibly the nicest way it could be put,” Dr. Hutchison replied. “Let’s finish up, Dr. Wright would like to run you through your first test.”

We finished eating and I was led back down another hallway. They all looked the same anymore. After a few moments and twists and turns through the hallways, I was led into a new room. This room was different, however, than the previous rooms I had been in. It was longer, and had an elevated long stage-like platform. At the far end of the room was a small set of steps leading up to the platform. Dr. Wright began walking that way as she spoke to me.

“We’re going to be teaching you better etiquette and how to act and react like a woman today,” she said as she walked up the steps.

“Who wha huh what?” Wait, they want me to start ACTING like I was born a girl too?

“Come on, it’s not bad or scary. Come on up.” She seemed very sweet, but I didn’t like where this was going. I followed her lead, though, walking over to the steps and getting up on the stage.

“Alright, I want you to walk down the runway,” she said to me. Thinking nothing of it, I did as she asked, walking to the end of the runway. I turned around, seeing Dr. Wright with her mouth open, as if trying to think of what to say. “…Alright… See if you can walk like this.” She walked a little slower than I had, her arms not swinging as much as mine had, her hips moving from side to side as she placed one foot in front of the other. For some reason, Dr. Wright could make a lab coat and flats look sexy.

Once she reached me, I tried the same walk, only to be stopped one step in. “No, hold your shoulders up when you walk,” the lady doc said to me, placing one hand on my back and another on my shoulder to lift it up. I looked down at myself after she did this, and noticed this pushed my bust out noticeably.

“This totally puts my tits on display,” I said to her, but she kept her hands in place.

“A dignified woman isn’t ashamed in her body,” she replied. “They’re just BREASTS, after all.” She put a lot of emphasis on ‘breasts,’ so I guess she was also telling me that calling them ‘tits’ isn’t very ladylike. I took a second step, and was stopped again, this time by two feminine hands on my hips.

“Well hello there,” I joked with her. She couldn’t help but smile, slapping my hip playfully before continuing with her analysis.

“When you walk, swing your arms less, and sway your hips slightly,” she commented. With that, she hugged her body against mine, which in turn flushed my face a deep red, and she kicked her leg out against mine to take a step with me. She placed the foot one step in front of my other foot, and used her hands to push my hip to the side a little. She did the same with the other leg, pushing my hip the other way, and repeated the process for several steps, leading me halfway down the makeshift runway. “There. Think you can handle it?”

I don’t think I would’ve gotten a single word out had I tried, so I tried walking the way she had taught me. It felt weird at first; my ‘breasts’ were sticking out more than I was used to, my hips were moving side to side. I turned around, trying to hide my burning face as much as I could. Dr. Wright waved her hand in a ‘so-so’ manner.

“Not too bad for your first time. Just learn to walk a little less like a Nazi soldier and make it more fluid.” She walked back to the end of the runway and walked down the steps, beckoning me to follow. She had long bright red hair that was near her mid-back, and she had this cute innocent looking face. Even if she did call me a Nazi, she was adorable.

I followed after her, where she joined Dr. Hutchison at a nearby table. She scooted out a chair for me, while he was already seated. “Have a seat, Sammy.” I did, and she looked me over, nodding. “Well, you’re not fully spread eagle like a guy normally sits, but close these.” She pushed my legs together as she ended her sentence. It wasn’t what I was used to, but I worked with it. She lifted my shoulders the same way she had on the runway, and placed my hands in my lap. “I think we can work with this.”

“So, I pass?”

“Close. Look casual, don’t look like you feel stiff.”

“…But I do feel stiff.”

“Regardless,” she came back at me with. “Look like you don’t. Also, when you eat, don’t lean over the table like a horse or pig in a trough. Bring the food up to you.”

This all felt like a lot of trouble. “But what if it spills on me, or down my shirt? And what does this have to do with my operation?!”

“We want you to pass as a woman,” Dr. Hutchison cut in. “The operation makes you look the part, but if you still act like a man 100% of the time, no one will take our work seriously.”

“That’s right,” Dr. Wright followed. “And if you attend meetings, banquets, formal events because of this, we need you to act proper.”

“Attend? Wait, you’re going to parade me around?” I felt like a tool now. I was still less than a person to these people.

“Sammy,” Dr. Hutchison calmly said. “We’re not going to parade you around. You’re a scientific breakthrough, though. We may need you present for any conference or event in which we confirm our studies and tests.”

“I know, but…” I sighed. They weren’t being mean, so it’d be wrong of me to get mad or yell at them. “…I just feel like I’m being used, that’s all.”

Dr. Hutchison nodded at Dr. Wright. “I understand, Sammy. Dr. Wright, cut her loose for the day. We’ll pick up on some other tests later.” She opened her mouth to object, but nodded, understanding. Dr. Hutchison got up from the table, leading me back to my room. We talked lightly on the way back, and he let me back into my room. “I’ll be back in a while, we’re going to check out what’s going on inside of you.”

“Alright, Dr. Hutchison, thanks again,” I said, walking into my room. I looked back and waved to him as the door closed. I looked up towards the ceiling, when I noticed my panties were back over the lens of the camera.

“Well, hello sugar tits,” I heard a familiar voice say behind me. My eyes shot wide open, and as I slowly turned around, I saw Roxy lying on my bed with a mischievous grin on her ruby lips.


(End Chapter 5. Chapter 6, "Queen Bitch Roxy," will be up later or tomorrow. Keep your eyes open, I'll see you guys soon!)

Great story thus far, just one minor complaint. This is an elit, yet you skipped over the masturbation scene. Not a good idea.

As far as your Brawl tourney goes, just practicing against your girlfriend won't do much. If you want a real challenge, post your Friend Code, and I'll play you.

>>412
I appreciate the feedback; I skipped the masturbation scene as it was to be more of a comical start to the chapter. But not to worry, as there is finally more sex in the next chapter. I'll also make sure it's a little more balanced so there's not only one sexy part every three or four chapters.

Also, I normally play with our Smash crew but didn't leave the house. My g/f actually runs the crew (first female to run one in the world actually), so it's not like playing a seven year old with items on on Hyrule Temple. If I throw the Wii on today, which I hope I don't until Chapter 6 is done to keep me from getting sidetracked, I'll post my Friend Code for you guys. =D

Honestly, you just lost me there with the whole "Smash Crew" thing. I just play with a good group of friends, except for one guy, who's the best of our group, we don't go to any big tourneys(he wins them every now and then), we just go and dominate local amateur stuff.

>>419
Haha, no, we haven't really been to many tourneys lately either. We used to raid local tourneys in Melee, and traveled up to two states away to enter. Since Brawl, the crew hasn't done too much of that. It's pretty much a group of friends that play "competitively" amongst each other.

Anyway, Chapter 6 will be up no earlier than tonight. =/ Job hunting + lawn mowing + g/f time + crew meetup I didn't know about = chapter won't get finished until tonight. But I WILL have it up tonight.

I like this story. Moar please.

It starts to get interesting and it ends D:. /Favorites

Brah, don't rush out a chapter on our behalf. If you have it in your mind that you HAVE to have chapter out in a set amount of time, then bad things happen. Esspecially when you hit a wall that you didn't see comming. Take your time and remember to enjoy writing for writings sake, not for anons' sake.

On a side not, who is your main? I'm a marth main myself, but I am taking up ness and ice climbers for counter-picking purposes.

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(FINALLY!! Chapter 6 is up, and I'm working on Chapter 7. I've got nothing else to say except this one was fun to write, and I hope you guys like. Enjoy!)



Chapter 6: Queen Bitch Roxy



“Roxy,” I greeted her with, slowly walking towards my bed. I didn’t really know what to think about her. She confused me to no end, and why she was on my bed was a mystery to me as well. “Why so alone?”

“You miss the others? I’ll make sure they get in on the fun next time.” She sat up her knees, patting the bed. I didn’t trust her too much, so I was cautious. She did break into my room the night before, choked me, pinned me down, slapped me around, and left me hot and bothered for the rest of the night. “Stop being so slow, get your ass over here.”

I did as she said, sitting on the bed by her. “Why are you in my room…?” She flashed a beautiful smile, running her fingers through my hair. What was she up to?

“It’s always questions with you, isn’t it?” Roxy asked me, getting comfortable as she continued petting me. “Relax, sweet cheeks. You seem like you could be fun.”

“Are you going to rape me?” I asked. She lightly smacked my lips with her fingertips, as if disciplining me.

“I just said relax,” she said. “Cool it with the questions. Not everyone gets alone time. Once they get a new girl pet, they’ll move you over to the group room with the rest of us, and they won’t take you to their table to eat with them, and you won’t be special to them anymore.”

“Thanks, how uplifting,” I replied.

“The truth hurts, love.” Her fingers tightened lightly in my hair, pulling my head close to her. I winced from the rough tug, but found the left side of my face buried in her cleavage. “But that’s why the rest of us have bonded so closely. And hearing you weren’t so appreciative of what we wanted, it pissed a lot of us off, hence our intrusion last night.”

“I didn’t want to take anything from you, and it’s not my fault,” I tried to reason with her, but it was really hard to focus with some of the nicest breasts I’ve ever seen shoved in my face. Thank god for low-cut shirts.

She must’ve felt the warmth of my blush against her bosom, because she pressed me full faced into her chest in a hug. “Stop talking, before you remind me how much you pissed me off yesterday.” She hugged me there a moment, nearly smothering me, before lifting my head up enough to get some air. “Not to mention, it was fun making you squirm last night.”

“So,” I said, panting softly. “You like… intimidating people, huh…?”

Roxy laughed so hard her chest shook. “No, silly girl, unless that gets you off.” She pushed me down to the bed, lying next to me and hovering inches over my face. “Maybe it does. I think you’re highly submissive.”

“W-what? N-no,” I stammered. I knew my face was bright red, but I wasn’t lying. I was never submissive, intimidation never did anything for me. Was it because Roxy was so good looking?

“Liar,” she spat at me, looking me up and down. “You liked being pinned to the wall last night, didn’t you?”

“N-no, I didn’t.”

“Then why were you so wet when I was kissing you?” My face must’ve been as red as a tomato as she said that to me. Was I really that wet? “And why are your nipples so hard right now?”

Embarrassed, I looked down at myself to see she was right. ‘Damn you, nipples, what are you doing?!’ I thought to myself, before looking back up at Roxy. She had a sultry look in her eyes; if she was trying to seduce me, she was a pro.

She pinched one of my nipples lightly, causing me to let out a sexy gasp. She chuckled to herself, tweaking it between her thumb and forefinger. “You’re a fun toy… Sandy? Sunny?”

“S-S-Sammy…” I managed to stutter out, feeling my whole body get warm. I closed my eyes, but still heard her laugh softly.

“Oh, what does it matter? Can I call you ‘mine,’ Sammy?” She didn’t let up on the single nipple in her grasp. I don’t know if she was trying to torture me or make me beg for it, but I was going to crack if she kept it up. I didn’t know how to answer her question, but was too busy panting and groaning from her pleasing touch. She took her other hand and hooked a finger under my chin, as if lifting my head up a little. “Do you want me to kiss you again?”

“P-please,” I begged. I could feel my lips quivering, I wanted more. She was much more delicate than the sex machine was to me, and as long as she didn’t lift me in the air and fuck me I think I’d be fine.

“Can I call you ‘mine,’ Sammy?” she repeated her question. I nodded, looking up at her as she was taking control of me. She removed her hand from my jaw and placed against her ear, as if trying to hear something. “I’m sorry, your Mistress can’t hear you…”

“Y-yes…” I barely managed to get out.

“Yeeeesss…? Yes what?” She tightened her pinch on my nipple, tweaking slightly harder.

“OH!! Mmm, yes, Mistress…” My face burned more, I was so embarrassed. What a humiliating thing to say… She thought otherwise, though, as I heard her chuckle and granted my wish. Our lips met, and as she kept teasing my nipple, she slowly climbed on top of me. It was official: if masturbating or the sex machine didn’t count as cheating on Clarissa, this definitely did.

I felt Roxy slowly grinding her hips against my midsection, and I could feel myself getting wetter. She released my nipple, instead taking both hands and cupping my breasts. I moaned out into the kiss as she parted my lips with her tongue, exploring my mouth. She massaged my breasts, never stopping her tongue, never stopping her grinding.

She broke the kiss, much to my dismay, but only to pull her tight t-shirt off. Underneath was a silky white bra which delightfully pushed her breasts together to form her beautiful cleavage. The busty aggressor grinned at me, and the next thing I knew, my shirt was being tugged over my head, the cold air of my room meeting my naked chest sharply. I let out a gasp, biting my lip as I felt her warm lips meet with an erect nipple, kissing the bud tenderly while she resumed the massage to my other breast. Her tongue danced with the nipple in her mouth.

My past relationship was the furthest thing from my mind right then. As Roxy’s free hand trailed down my side, causing me to squirm lightly, her expert mouth worked its magic further, planting succulent kisses all over my breast. If by chance I ever become a man again, or if I escape from this hellhole to become a lesbian on the outside, I’d definitely have to remember these moves. She continued kissing them, kissing up my cleavage, past my collar bone, and up my neck towards my ear. I was getting goosebumps and chills, unable to control my moans any longer. She nibbled my earlobe, tugging gently before whispering in my ear, “Have you ever gone down on any one before?”

“Mmm… n-no, I haven’t…” Without a word, a felt a sharp stinging slap on my cheek that pulled a gasp from my throat. I looked over to see her glaring at me, when I remembered. “I’m sorry… No, Mistress…” She smiled, gently rubbing the cheek she had just slapped.

“Ooo, I’m so lucky,” she said, sitting up. I pouted at her for doing so, but she kept her mischievous smile as she started sliding down her pants and underwear. “That means I get to be the first one you make love to with your mouth.”

“Huh?” Before I could do or say anything further, she knelt on top of my arms, pinning me down, straddling my head. My face got so hot it’s a wonder she didn’t think her legs were on fire. Her pussy wasn’t quite shaved but was neatly kept and trimmed, and was inched away from my lips.

“Kiss me,” she commanded. Being pinned down, I didn’t dare argue with her. I leaned up, pressing my lips against her, gently running my tongue across her folds up to tease her clit. Her legs tightened around my head a little from the feeling, which was a little scary at first, but my slow agonizing licks started moving at a rhythmic pace. I figured I was doing something right when her hands ran through my hair, taking a gently grasp and further forcing my face into her crotch with a loud moan.

“Mmmph!” I was stunned for a moment, but I found myself on auto-pilot. I let my tongue continue its work, making sure to pay attention to the clitoris. Eliciting louder groans and whines, I couldn’t help but grin to myself, gently flicking my tongue against her sweet spot. Roxy may have been intimidating, but I felt like I was controlling her now, like my movements determined the next sound to erupt from her throat.

My tongue worked its way down, pushing itself past the folds and inside of her. Her whole body grew tense, and I could feel her tighten up around the tip of my tongue. It wasn’t very long, so I couldn’t get incredibly deep inside of her, but I seemed to be doing enough for her. Still held close to her, my nose ended up brushing against her clit a bit as well. Getting two birds with one stone, I figured this would be the best spot to stay for a while.

I figured correctly, because a few moments later Roxy clenched my hair much harder, enough to make me cry out against her, but I’d find out why quickly after. The payout for my actions led me to a discovery - Roxy was a squirter. And she let out a scream that could shatter the earth as she came, soaking my lips and cheeks in her climax. It’s a good thing I didn’t mind, because there’s no way I would’ve been able to pull my head back with the hold she had on it. She sat back, dropping my head back against the bed, and panted as she looked down at me, admiring her mark she’d left on my face with a grin.

“W-wow…” I said, flushed. I licked my lips, tasting her juices further, which wasn’t unpleasant compared to the stories I’d heard in school. I was breathing heavily as well, my arms still pinned down as I looked back up at Roxy. I knew she would use this moment, if any, to further threaten me or harass me, so I was expecting it.

“Very nice, I needed that, kid,” she said to me. She lifted herself off of me, grabbing her clothes. “I’ll cut you loose. You don’t have to call me ‘Mistress’ until we get in another situation like this again.” She started pulling her pants up, her breasts bouncing with each tug.

“I’m glad I could help, but…” Surely she wasn’t leaving now. I was hornier than I’d ever been in my entire life, and she was walking out on me?

“No buts,” she replied as she clasped the hooks on her bra together, lifting her shirt over her head. “We might save those for next time.” Roxy tugged her shirt down over her, and with a wink, strolled sultrily to the door.

“W-wait,” I called after her, hoping she was kidding. She turned back to me with a smirk, throwing something at me that hit me in the face, and swiped her badge. Scoffing, I grabbed it out of my lap to see what it was, and realized she’d thrown her panties at me.

“Think of me,” she said, and with an innocent wave, let herself out of my room.

I was actually irritated. I called her Mistress, and I ate her out, and I got nothing out of that deal! Livid, I did the only thing that any other sane person had left to do - I stuck my hand down my pants and jerked the covers over my head.



(End Chapter 6. Chapter 7 is "Well, It's About Time" and I hope to get it up soon. Sorry if this one seemed short, it's a little shorter than I thought it was. Keep your eyes peeled for Chap 7!)

>>448
I like to have a chapter out a day, but if it needs to take longer it will. I just really enjoy this story, so I'm able to crank out a bit at a time. =D

I can't main Marth in Brawl. I got really good with him in Melee, but he feels so different... I'm currently maining Lucas, and my g/f starting maining Ness, so we turned out to be a theme team, haha. My counter picks or secondaries are Sonic, who I'm really trying to get better with, and I like to pretend I can play Pokemon Trainer as well. lol

OH! I'm not going to post this in /v/, because /v/ on any chan turns into "BAWWWW PS3 IS FOR FAGS," "BAWWWW, MY CONSOLE DOESN'T RED RING COCK MUNCH," "BAWWWW WAGGLE FOR FAGGLES," and "BAWWWW PC ELITIST BLAH BLAH BLAH CONSOLES SUCK." So I'm posting my Brawl Code here:

3222-5227-8417 Name: NickO

WTF LOL, I main Marth too. Lucario, Pika, Ike are 2, 3, 4.

As far as the story goes, pretty great so far.