Disturbia

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Content/Trigger Warning: Non-con.  Read at your own risk!!!!

The more time that passed, the more Peach was certain that something was wrong.

First of all, her lamps weren't working. Second of all, she called the front desk twice, and she was still waiting for someone to be sent to her room. Third of all, those balloons with the jack-o-lantern faces appeared to be grinning directly at her.

If this was some sort of practical joke, then it wasn't funny.

She brewed herself some tea to calm her nerves and scanned the TV's on-demand menu for another movie. A smile tweaked her lips as she came across a pay-per-view. You know, the pay-per-views whose names didn't appear on the hotel bill when you checked out. And such a pay-per-view would be an excellent distraction from the growing creepiness factor.

After selecting the pay-per-view, she pressed "play", removed the egg-shaped toy and turned it on. It vibrated gently in her hand, and once the pay-per-view reached the sultry parts, Peach slid off her negligee, held the egg under her chin and started trailing it down her neck, tracing it along her collarbone and then around her breasts, holding it between them for the rest of the scene. There were some mushy and romantic moments before the pay-per-view reached the next few steamy scenes, whereupon she guided the egg lower and lower, carefully pressing it to her peach folds and just letting herself go. With her eyes glued to the screen and pleasure invading every cell in her body, Peach easily disconnected from the non-functioning lamps and the creepy jack-o-lantern balloons and the creepier hotel proprietor copping an eyeful of her and Luigi earlier in the afternoon. But no pleasure in the world could allay the feeling that a little trouble was emerging in paradise.

By the time the pay-per-view was halfway over, Peach had made a glorious mess all over the egg and her bedsheets. Breathing heavily, she wiped off the toy and returned it to her drawer before pausing the film and exiting out of it. She'd finish watching it some other night.

One quick shower later, Peach pulled on a fresh negligee, finished her tea and brewed another cup. Now was a good idea to call Mario and check on him. She wanted to call Luigi, too, but he was still fast asleep, and she didn't really want to wake him. But if her gut feeling turned out to be correct—

Peach set down her tea and removed the phone from its cradle, but just as she was about to dial, she almost stopped breathing.

She sensed that she was no longer alone.

She stood, walked over to another drawer and took out her trusty Parasol. Flattening herself against a wall, she raised it aloft. The smell of expensive perfume hit her nostrils, and she recognized the scent immediately. It had been radiating off of Hellen as she introduced herself earlier. But what was Hellen doing in her room? And how long had she been hiding in here?

Peach swung, and the Parasol connected.

Hellen doubled over, a stunned expression on her face. Peach grabbed her by her fur stole and flipped her onto the bed, holding the Parasol inches from her face.

Once the hotel owner recovered, she broke into a laugh. "My God, you're more beautiful up close," she mused.

"I must say, Hellen, I'm impressed," said Peach. "You've got some b—ls, lurking in here and spying on me."

"I'm not spying on you," said Hellen. "I'm just paying you a personal visit."

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

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