Klonoa, a young cabbit and Dream Traveler, was in his home at Breezegale doing basically nothing. He has heard from time to time about a multiversal event called Smash Bros. But he wasn't never invited or even got anything. He wonders if he would ever get in. He was a good fighter! He had his share of danger before, hell, he saved two worlds!
Klonoa sighs sadly as he goes outside and checks his mail. Spam, spam, more spam, Smash Invite... wait, go back. The cabbit's eyes widened at the familiar emblem on the envelope. He opens it and began reading it. He was invited to Smash for a very special event.
"WAHOO! Yes! I'm finally gonna be there! I can't wait to meet all those other Smashers!" Klonoa cheered and couldn't keep a smile off of his face. He has to get ready! He has no idea what this special event is, but no way is he passing this up!
He packed some extra clothing, his ring and all the things he thought he needed before he leaves. He couldn't contain his excitement, his time had finally come! He was going to meet all sorts of heroes and villains!
The cabbit got everything he needed and pressed the emblem on  the envelope. He appeared in an entirely different location and saw a huge mansion. That must be where he and the others are staying. He has heard stories before, but seeing it was entirely different.
Klonoa entered the mansion and looked around, it was so big and spacious! He was like a kid in a candy store. He takes out the letter again and reads it once more.
'Congratulations Klonoa! You are invited to Smash Bros. for a special event! Follow these directions and you will be very welcomed! You will be a fine addition to the roster! From, Master Hand and Crazy Hand.'
"This must be very special... Oohhh... I'm so nervous! I hope everyone likes me." Klonoa says to himself. Despite being in his teens, his voice still sounded very young along with his girlish looks. He wore his blue t-shirt, blue shorts, yellow gloves, red shoes and of course, his trademark blue hat with a Pac-man emblem on it.
Klonoa followed the directions from the letter and came across a door with his very own icon. It was an emblem of his own face. This must be it! He enters and saw a bed, a couch and some furniture for his supplies and such.
The Dream Traveller put his stuff away when he notices a letter on top of his bed. He opens it up and reads it.
"To Klonoa, you will receive a special outfit and will be integrated into your new role. A special outfit? Why do I need to wear different clothes?" His brows furrowed in confusion. They were underneath his bed in a box.
He takes it out and opens it, and his eyes widened at what he saw. There was no way... this HAD to be a joke! There was no way he was hearing this!
It's true that Klonoa noticed he was very... feminine, but this? This was just too much! But he really, really wanted to be a part of this! He gave a low whine and closes his eyes. He takes the outfit and goes into the bathroom to change.
Klonoa strips himself of his clothes, except his hat and wore his new attire. He looked at himself in the mirror and blushes with pure embarrassment. He wore blue arm length gloves, blue thigh high stockings, and a blue thong.
The cabbit stared at himself, it showed off his best features. His curvy figure, his plump butt and girlish body.
"... They're gonna laugh at me... I-I look like... some girly idiot." He whispers to himself, he didn't think he looked good in these clothes at all. He was starting to wonder exactly he got himself into.
He also has a secret he's kept to himself, in fear or being mocked or much worse. He was gay. He loves boys. But he was always scared of being judged so he kept quiet. And now...? He looked like a true gay femboy. Was this some sick joke?
"You can do this. Maybe... it's just a one time thing. Yeah. Yeah! So... let's get this over with!" Klonoa hyped himself up and leaves his room, wandering around the mansion, and trying to get a good feel of the place.
He doesn't even know where to start. As Klonoa was looking around, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going and accidently bumped into something.
"Oof! O-oh! I'm so sorry... u-uh..." Klonoa went to apologize when he paused, it was some feline creature. It was purple and white, and seemed to be staring at him coldly with those purple eyes.
"You are a new one. Who are you, boy?" Said a deep voice, Klonoa jumped at that but the creature didn't move his lips. "I spoke. I am a psychic. I am Mewtwo."
Klonoa was already intimidated, he's vaguely heard of him before. A very powerful psychic type Pokemon. Just being near him, the cabbit could sense his power. He then realizes he was still in his unique outfit and tried covering himself up, using his long ears.
"K-K-Klonoa... I'm, uhm... I'm a newcomer. I... I'm so sorry Mr. Mewtwo, sir!" Klonoa stuttered, he was very scared he might piss the Pokemon off, but he just stared at the flustered crossdressing cabbit. "I was looking around, and... I was lost in my thoughts. And you've seen me dressed like... this. I-I'll be out of your way now!"
"Wait." Klonoa heard Mewtwo say. He went by Mewtwo and hoped to go back to his room, when he was suddenly stopped in placed and lifted up. He gave out a cry and was moved back to the legendary at eye level. "Why are you dressed that way? I'm curious."
"I-I got a letter explaning I'm supposed to be in a special event. T-that's why I'm wearing this. P-please don't hurt me...!" Klonoa began explaining and whimpered. Why did he think he was going to be hurt? So far, this boy had done nothing wrong. Still... Mewtwo eyed him.
He was very attractive for a being such as him. And that outfit does seem like a good pick for him. This event... if he thinks what it is, then Klonoa really had no idea. Mewtwo released his psychic hold on Klonoa and helped him land on his feet.
"Do you even know why you are here?" Asked Mewtwo.
"T-To be a Fighter in Smash Bros.?" Klonoa responded. Still shaken up, and a little worried as to why he and Mewtwo were the only ones here… So far, at least.
Mewtwo raised an eyebrow. "And why are you dressed that way?"
Klonoa blushed. It was only a matter of time before someone brought it up. "Master Hand and Crazy Hand said in a latter that I should wear this and be, uh… 'Integrated into my new role'. Whatever that means…"
Mewtwo sighed. He really does not know, does he? "Listen, you are not going to be a Fighter in Smash."
Klonoa was about to get furious, but seeing as how powerful he looked… He quickly pushed it back down. "What do you mean by that?" He asked. Still a little angry, but still nervous. "Is this some kind of joke?"
Mewtwo shook his head, the cabbit truly had no idea what he was in for.
"I often do not make jokes. I'm afraid you have been brought here for... relief services." The legendary said. And it was now that Klonoa was connecting the dots. The outfit, the special event...
"... I'm... not a Fighter... am I? I'm... am I a slut for pent up Smashers?" Klonoa said slowly, processing this. He didn't want to believe it, but everything pointed out to this conclusion. He had his hopes up for nothing.
He couldn't help but tear up at the revelation. He felt like a huge idiot! Of course he wouldn't be added to the roster! He doubted anyone's heard of him before. "P-people... are gonna... make fun of me...! I'm such a fucking moron!"
Klonoa collapsed to his knees and began crying. All those dreams he had were crushed beyond repair and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it…
"Get up. You are embarrassing yourself." Mewtwo said coldly. When Klonoa didn't listen, he used his powers get him back up onto his feet.
"Why…? Why me?" Klonoa sobbed. "I had hopes and dreams, and I've been through absolute hell for nothing… Fuck my life, just fuck it…"
When someone was like this, Mewtwo would've normally just let them be. But seeing as how depressed he was… He couldn't help but feel sorrow for the poor cabbit.
Mewtwo sighed. "Listen, you will eventually get used to it." He said. "In fact, you are not the first one who was chosen."
Klonoa looked up at Mewtwo with tear-filled eyes. "Wh-Who else was… Chosen?" He asked. Pausing to let out a small sniffle.
"You would honestly be surprised. Don't think you are the only one with this fate. Many others have been subjected to this." Mewtwo explained to the sobbing hybrid. "Instead of wallowing in self-pity. Make use of this situation. Are you just going to go home to your world unfulfilled like a coward? Or are you going to stay?"
Klonoa thought about it for a moment, while also trying to calm himself down. Wiping away his own tears. Perhaps the psychic was right. He should be even lucky to be here. He sniffled and shook his head.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Mewtwo sir... You're right. It would be pretty bad on me to leave right away. I... I can do this. I've been through much worse." He says, and trust him, he had. "There had been others? Who was chosen? You didn't answer."
"A few have been in your place: Morgana, Larry Koopa, Kicks, and I believe one of them was the King of Sorrow… Whoever that was." Mewtwo explained.
Klonoa let out a gasp. The King of Sorrow? Was he talking about the one he knew? No, nonono, it couldn't be. Surly it wasn't THAT King of Sorrow! …Right?
Klonoa decided to put this theory to the test. "Do have some proof that the King of Sorrow was here?" He asked. Mewtwo simply nodded placed his three-fingered hand on the cabbit's forehead. Instantly, he got a vision.
It was a still image of someone taking it up the ass by a giant lizard and cumming as his tongue was flopping out in pleasure. That someone in question? The King of Sorrow. Why was he here? And why didn't he tell Klonoa about it? He had no time to think as the image suddenly faded.
Upon returning to the real world, Klonoa found himself in a bathroom stall. Did Mewtwo take him here while he was showing him the image? Upon a further glance at his surroundings, he found a hole on both the left and right wall, and a note was taped to the door. Curious, Klonoa took it and read it aloud.
"To the newest addition, you will be in charge of relieving Smasher's stress relief. They will have varying sizes and stamina, but you will persevere. So it really is true..." Klonoa says as he finished reading. He was basically a gloryhole slut.
He was still surprised that the King of Sorrow was here. Why did he never mention anything? He didn't even know he left! Was he still here? He did kinda miss him. But now, Klonoa was nervous. He had some fantasies before, but actually doing it for real?
"I wonder if the King's here now... What if I mess up? But the King... he looked so happy. He was... enjoying it. Would that be... me?" The cabbit says, and for some reason it also excited him.
Klonoa had little time left to think as he heard someone enter the left stall. Grumbling as they did so.
"This better be worth my time…" They said in a deep gravelly voice. Klonoa instantly recognized the voice as Bowser; King of the Koopas.
Instantly, Klonoa felt more worried than before. What he if messed up? What if he did bad and Bowser would hurt him? Or even worse?? Klonoa's thoughts were interrupted when Bowser's cock slid through the glory hole.
"Get to it, already! I don't have all day!" He said rudely. Klonoa huffed in confidence. Time to shine!
Klonoa leaned in and gave the tip of Bowser's penis a lick. He heard the Koopa King sigh in pleasure. "That's it, you little cocksucker. Go for it!"
At that, Klonoa took the head of Bowser's penis into his mouth and began bobbing his head up and down. All while Bowser was heard moaning and groaning. "Damn, you're a natural! Have you done this before?~"
Klonoa blushed at this and continued to suck Bowser off. Tasting more of his thick cock. It was amazing~ Why was he so depressed before? This was incredible!
The Dream Traveler even used his hands to stroke Bowser off, almost like he was going to milk him. He heard the Koopa King groan loudly.
"Ooohh...! Oh, such an eager little slut, ain't ya?~ Bet you can't wait to be filled up!" He says and laughs, Klonoa blushes at that and went a bit deeper. He could feel the dick touching the back of his throat.
The cabbit femboy gave some cute muffled moans, as he bobbed his head faster and stroked him quicker. Klonoa could hear the heavy breathing and groans from the bigger male as he began tasting some pre.
"Ghrahhh...! Fuck...! I'm gonna cum! You better take it, you fucking whore!" Bowser growls and began moving his hips, face fucking the cabbit, who's eyes widened. He was being used like some sex toy, more and more pre began leaking. Until finally...
Bowser gave a loud roar and came inside Klonoa, filling him up as he was forced to swallow. His cheeks flushed a deep red as he swallowed the load. There was so much! His stomach began to expand and bloat. He pulls away and gasps, coughing as he watched the cock moving away from the hole.
"So this wasn't a waste of time, after all! I'll be sure to use you again, slut~ Next time, I'll plow that ass of yours!" Klonoa then heard him stomp away, chuckling to himself. Holy shit, he actually just did that! And... it was so good. The cabbit licks his lips as he tasted the Koopa's semen.
"O-oh my God... that was... yummy." He whispered to himself. He would have to get used to the raunchy comments. But it wasn't bad so far. "I might have to take him up on that offer...~ Eehe~"
Suddenly, he felt something poke his ass. It seems that the stall behind him also had an occupant. Turning around, he noticed another cock with a red base, and black tip. "You wanna fuck my ass?" Klonoa teased.
"Incineroar!" A deep voice replied. Hm. Must be the Pokémon known as Incineroar. Klonoa pressed his bubble butt against Incineroar's throbbing dick.
"Go on, you naughty kitty; fuck me hard!" Klonoa begged.
"Roar!" Went Incineroar before he slammed into Klonoa's tight ass.
"Aaaahn~" Klonoa moaned girlishly. "Don't hold back! I can take it!"
Incineroar began thrusting hard into Klonoa's bubble butt. Causing it to bounce and jiggle. Both cabbit and Pokémon moaned loudly with no shame in the world. Klonoa felt incredible! He'd certainly do this more! So much more~
Klonoa moved his hips in time with Incineroar's thrusts. Really getting into it now! Feeling his own cock trapped, the Dream Traveler tore away his thong and began beating off. Being on Cloud 9 as he felt both his dick and ass pleasured at the same time.
Klonoa had never this much pleasure before in his life! But it was like something awakened deep down inside him. All of those what ifs and worries faded away. He hears the Pokemon growling and groaning in bliss, fucking the cabbit's femboy ass with no care in the world.
Klonoa moved his hips in time with his thrusts as he jerks himself off. He couldn't keep his own moans down.
"Aaah!~ Hhah... t-that's it... s-such a good, strong kitty...! F-fuck this girly cabbit's ass! Fuck me HARD!~" Klonoa says, getting into the mood. He felt Incineroar going faster, making the male's eyes roll back. "Ooogh! W-wahoo! That's it, big guy! Mmmhhf!~"
"In... cineroar! Roaaaar!!" He heard the fire cat Pokemon cry out, he could just imagine the feline going all out, like it was another match.
The sounds of Klonoa's ass jiggling and moans could be heard, as Klonoa was leaking pre, he could also feel the Pokemon getting close as well.
"Mmhh... I-I'm gonna cum...! P-please cum inside me! I-I can take it!~" He calls out and with one last push from the cabbit, he groans loudly, tongue flopping out as he blows his load, staining the floor. At that time, he heard Incineroar growl loudly and filling him up, his stomach expanded a bit, mixed in with the Koopa King's cum.
He felt the cock slowly leaving him, and semen started leaking out of his used hole. He then heard purring from the other side of the stall, realizing that Incineroar was happy with his performance.
"See you around later, Incineroar?" Klonoa called out, he heard two knocks, signfying yes. He heard the cat walking away, leaving Klonoa alone again. This felt amazing! What was he so worried about? No wonder the King of Sorrow enjoyed it. "Maybe... we can be partners? Would that be allowed? I'll have to find out later."
More noises were heard. This time from the front and back stalls. Klonoa got excited; would he be…? Oh, he hoped so!
"Who's there now?" Klonoa panted. Still tired from Incineroar's session, but I’m no way tired enough for whatever was about to come next!
A cock went through the front glory hole. This one being brown with a pink tip. "Hey,  uh… I'm Banjo." Its owner greeted shyly.
"You can just call me Fox." Added the male in the stall behind the cabbit.
Klonoa turned around to see a canine cock go through the back glory hole. He smirked at this. This was gonna be good~
"Go on boys, fuck me as hard as you can!" Klonoa begged. "I can take it; I've been through tougher scrapes~"
"Loud and clear!" Said Fox as he began hot dogging Klonoa's plump cheeks.
"O-Okay, I'm ready…" Banjo said before Klonoa began sucking him off. "A-Ah! Holy shit~"
Klonoa let out a muffled moan as he bobbed his head up and down Banjo's cock, and louder once Fox stuck his thick cock in his ass. "Aaah! So fucking good~" He moaned.
The slutty cabbit closes his eyes, sucking and taking the two males cocks. If this is what he has to experience all the time, then this wasn't so bad~ It seems word of his arrival spread like wildfire.
"Mmmm... Oh, God...~ You're ass is amazing! I think Mona's gonna have competition!" Fox joked, making Klonoa blush. He didn't think his ass would be that good.
"Oohhh... y-your mouth feels so nice...~" He heard Banjo moan, he smiles and bobs faster. "Ooh! O-oh yeah...~"
Klonoa could feel Fox quicken his pace and let out more muffled moans. Being spitroasted and used by these two. His cock began twitching and leaking pre again as they used his ass and mouth to their heart's content.
"Aaahhh... F-fucking...! I'm gonna cum!" Fox cried out, panting and moaning heavily.
"M-me too...! I-I hope you can take it!" Banjo says, breathing heavily. Klonoa couldn't contain his excitement and moved his hips and bobbed faster.
Eventually, he heard the two males groan in ecstasy, filling him up once more. Klonoa happily gulped Banjo's semen down and took Fox's inside. They pulled away as the cabbit gave a kiss to their cocks before they departed and giggles.
"Be sure to spread the word, fellas!" Klonoa says as he jerks himself of, having not orgasmed yet.
"Oh, we will~ Don't you worry." Fox reassures and chuckles, Klonoa heard a shy chuckle from Banjo and they soon left, satisfied. This was so easy! In fact... he never felt more relieved in his life!
"Aahh... I want more... please..." Klonoa says to himself, panting. "I wanna make them so happy...~"
[...]
And make them happy, he did. Word spread around the mansion like wildfire; all about the slutty cabbit. To which Klonoa was more than happy get get more cocks, cum, and even a little bit of piss~
While Klonoa never participated in any matches, he was more than happy to be used as a cumdump and toilet! If he was making the other Smashers happy, then that was good enough for him!
The Dream Traveler had a new dream that was fulfilled: Become the Smash Mansion's cumdump. Everyone loved him so much, he became a permanent part of Super Smash Bros. Granted, not in the way he originally planned, but dot it matter? Obviously not~
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