Mario Sex Education Battle

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"LUIGI!"

"Hello, Mario."

"I can't- why'd you- AHHH!"

Mario grabbed your hand, ran over to the pipe, and jumped in (so did you, obviously.) The fresh air felt great and smelled 1000x better than whatever room you were just in.

"I can't believe it. The nerve of that string bean! Throwing MY record into the fire! 'And now it's even hotter.' Honestly. C'mon!"

Mario was fuming. The sun was setting. How long were you guys down there? Anyway... It looked like a light bulb of sorts went off in the fat red plumber's mind.

"Heya, why don't I stay with you tonight? That bean pole's gonna be back at our house, and I don't even wanna look at him!"

You were about to object, but you were cut off by Mario once again.

"Great! Then it's settled! I'll stay with you tonight."

HOOOOO boy, this was gonna be interesting. Lucky for you, the experience didn't even have to wait as the both of you were already in front of your house! You slowly unl- wait, you never locked it. You didn't even get to grab the house keys as you never planned on leaving earlier. You opened the door and led our favorite mustachioed fatty into the home.

"WOW, paisano! What a nice place ya got here! So, when's dinner?"

You shrug. You didn't make any as, once again, there was no time.

"Nothing? Ah, that's OK. I'll-a make us something. It's the least I can do!"

Hmm. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. After a good 20 minutes of waiting, something that smelled  H e a v e n l y  wafted into your nostrils and brought you back into the kitchen. Mario was at the stove.

"Heya, paisano! It's Super Mario's Super Ravioli! All that talk about lungs earlier made me hungry. Being a genius takes energy! Anyway, it'll be done in about five minutes."

Five minutes, huh... You gave Mario a needy look that says, "MARIO I CAN'T WAIT TO EAT THAT DELECTABLE DISH." Mario wore both an apologetic and flattered face as he wave you out of the kitchen.

You decided to check the mail. You walked over to the front door, grabbed the knob, gave it a good twist, and..... it fell off. Well, forget the mail. You didn't feel like going out the back door. That's waaayyy too much work. Suddenly, a knock was at the door; a shame you can't open it. You pushed on it, watching it shake in it's place, and knowing it would be futile. The stranger on the other side of the door seemed to catch on, and twisted the outside knob (you never locked it.) The door opened, revealing a tall, muscular chad of a plumber.

It was Luigi!

"Hello, not Mario. I saw that there was mail in your mailbox, and decided I should bring it to you," he said with a white, sparkling smile. "So, it looks like you're having door problems. What happened?"

You motioned to the busted doorknob. "Oh. Don't worry, I can fix that easily. I need to be quick though. Mario would probably be upset if he saw me here." You nodded.

Luigi went to work, gathering the pieces on the floor and utilizing his convenient screwdriver he keeps in his pocket. "It's only a few loose screws. I got this." In a matter of microseconds, the doorknob was repaired.

You gave Luigi a big smile. Luigi said, "You're welcome." Luigi was very sweaty. It was a burner of a day today, clocking in at 96 degrees currently. Luigi started to undo his overall straps.

"I hope you don't mind. I'm gonna take off my shirt." You nodded, watching. As Luigi slipped off his shirt, he revealed his huge, toned body. His eight pack of muscular abs, his big, bulging muscles... You couldn't help but just.. stare. You also found yourself looking a little... lower... if you know what I mean hehehe.

Luigi saw you looking and flexed his BIG muscles. "I usually don't go to the gym. They don't have weights heavy enough for me. Instead, I lift Mario's car in one hand, and mine in the other." You stared at him, completely astonished (and a little aroused but shhhh.)

"Hey, paisan-" Mario had walked in. "Luigi. GET OUTTTTTT!!!"

Luigi looked at you and quickly said, "That's my cue," before running faster than sonic out the door.

Mario walked over to you and asked, "What was that green bean doing here?" You motioned to the doorknob and letter. Despite not saying anything, Mario still got the gist somehow. "Aw, I coulda done those things! What a poser, that vine..." Mario shuffled into the kitchen.

The ravioli was ready. You and Mario were seated at opposite ends of the table, with a tall candle lit in the center. The lights were low. Strange, you didn't have a light dimmer last time you checked.

"Well, dig in!"

Mario stuck his face in his plate. You got a fork full, and took your first bite- OH MY GOODNESS! This was so frickin good! So good that you followed Mario in the trend, which was sticking ones face in the ravioli plate. It was finished in about 30 seconds.

You both looked up from the plates. Both your faces were covered with red sauce, but Mario's nose seemed to have taken most of the damage. You laughed, and Mario smiled. "So what do you think?" You gave Mario two very appreciative thumbs up, and he blushed. Still, he looked a little down. You walked over to him and put your hand on his shoulder, as if asking, "What's wrong?" Mario sighed and said, "I'm just so upset that Luigi showed up. He brought the mail and fixed the doorknob, both things I could've done." You grabbed Mario's hand and led him into the couch in the living room. Once situated, you hugged him for a good 5 minutes. "Thank you, paisano, I needed that."

You both looked at each other. Mario looked you up and down, and a different air seemed to fill the room...........