Fixing Pipes is Our Game

“Super Mario Brothers Plumbing! How can I help you?”

“Hi! Uh, are you Mario?”

“Uh, no it’s Luigi… the brother.”

“Ah, I get it. I need some help with my… plumbing. How soon can you come?”

Luigi stared at the completely empty book.

“I could come right now,” he said, trying to sound professional. He wondered for a moment why anyone would worry about their plumbing during an apocalyptic event, but then again, one shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

“Ah, that’s great! And will you be alone, or…”

“Yeah,” he said. “Mario is eh, sick.”

He had no idea if that was true. In fact, he was scared to **** that something bad had happened to him. Then again, Mario went of on adventures all the time, and he always came back a hero.

“Oh. Okay,” the customer said. “It’s at town hall. Just walk in the front door, I’ll be right at the desk.”

Town hall was unusually quiet, which made sense during Armageddon. The only person around was the one behind the desk, a young woman, part human, part dog, like one of those statues from the desert kingdom of Burabuto. Apart from that, she looked like a regular secretary: white blouse, checkered vest, blue skirt, a feminine shape.

“Hi!” She jumped up when she saw him, waving him over to her station. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Super Mario Brothers! Let’s a-go!” Luigi stammered. The slogan always worked better when Mario said it.

The secretary giggled nervously. “Yeah, uh let’s! How about I show you the eh… the plumbing.”

“Okay. Oh, I forgot to ask about the problem on the phone. I got everything I might need in the truck, so I should be fine…” He noticed he was rambling. Perhaps it was because of the customer’s short skirt, that barely cover the lower half of her—

“Oh it’s nothing too distressing. It’s just a bit… wet…” she murmured.

Was she swaying her hips a bit too much as she led him to what he presumed to be a staff kitchen? It must’ve been his imagination.

“Where is everyone?” He asked, trying to get his mind of her behind. “Is the mayor around?”

“Uh, yes of course, he’s eh, he’s busy as always!”

“It sure is quiet around here.”

“Oh! I forgot to introduce myself!” she turned around and frantically shook his hand. “I’m Isabelle. Nice to meet you, Luigi. Ooh. Such a strong grip.”

She turned back around and started walking faster, until they reached the end of the hallway.

“Right through here.”

They entered into a small kitchen. Little fridge, likely filled with Tupperware with names on it, countertop with empty coffee cups, sink with a dripping faucet.

“Ah. Okay, let me check,” Luigi said, turning the knob on the faucet, which made the dripping stop immediately. “Urh, did you try closing it completely before calling?”

“Uh,” Isabelle turned red. “No, not really. Did I mess up?”

“No—“

“I messed up! I’m a bad girl. Bad! Bad girl.”

“You’re really not—“

“Oh, but I am.” Isabelle groaned. “If the k— the uh— mayor was here, he’d give me a good spanking.”

Luigi was speechless. The girl was practically squirming, rubbing her thighs together as she lip-bitingly beat herself up.

“Yes, he would. But he isn’t here now, so what now? Who could give me a good seeing-to now?”

“Maybe I should go—“

“You’re right mister!” Isabelle’s face lit up, and she immediately bent over the table, lifting up her skirt. Luigi’s eyes went wide, seeing her cheeks exposed to him.

"The—that’s not what I—“

“Please don’t go easy on me, mister Luigi,” she begged. “I need it.”

“I couldn’t,” he murmured.

“Please mister,” she continued. “You came all this way for nothing. That’s my fault. Punish me.”

More than a little uncomfortable, yet also slightly curious how it would feel to give in, Luigi raised his hand.

The smack made her behind jiggle hypnotically. Something stirred inside him. A few moments later he had her hips in his hands, her underwear shoved to her knees, and his dick deep inside her.

“Yes, mister Luigi!” She screamed. “I’ve been such a bad girl. C—come, your highness, please, come now."

Your highness, huh? Luigi thought. That’s quite the complime—

Luigi saw stars for a moment, as he faded out of consciousness.

“Have I been a good girl, your highness?” Isabelle asked, far off in the distance.

“Yes,” a low voice answered. “You’ve been a very good girl.”