Ridley's Audition

Ridley rubbed his tired eyes for a moment, letting out a long sigh and looked down at the ticket stub in his hand.

162.

He had arrived early and still ended up near the end.

"One four six!" a voice blared over the intercom. "That's one-four six! Thank you!"

He rolled his eyes. It was like this every time. Show up to the Smash audition on time, register early, and wait in line for hours, only to get almost immediately denied for being "too big". At least the chairs in the lobby were somewhat cushy, if well worn. Typical public service building.

His eyes scanned the room. Previously accepted candidates that were making a repeat audition were in a separate area, to expedite the process. People like Link or Samus. That bitch! Always getting the upper hand. While he had a corner to himself, Ridley looked around to see who the competition was. Pac-Man? Megaman? LITTLE MAC? He laughed to himself. This was going to be EASY this time.

"One four seven!"

Oh my god, it was taking FOREVER. Initially it was quick, but it seemed to be taking fifteen or twenty minutes per candidate now. The roster must have been getting full. Ridley bit his lip in frustration; it looked like being the villain in a flagship Nintendo title wasn't always a free pass these days. Across the room, he saw Crocomire leaving the employment campus, beaming with joy. Did he make the cut?! Bastard.

He felt a little surge down below. It's been hours since he went to the washroom, and he really had to pee. He quickly did the math in his head, another 13 or 14 candidates, 10 minutes each, that's easily over two more hours until his turn. He stood up dramatically, allowing others to bask in his mighty glory (peer impressions were a part of the process), and strode around the corner and down the lobby's hallway to the nearest washroom.

OUT.

OF.

ORDER.

"Son of a bitch!" Ridley scowled to himself. He looked around to see if anyone was watching him. He was about to walk into the ladies' washroom when he heard a voice beside him.

"Is there a problem, sir?", the security staff enquired.

"Wh-what? No!" Ridley stammered. "Look, I gotta take a piss, but this washroom's..."

The security guard smiled. "Accessible washrooms are on the third floor. I'd suggest for you to use the elevator, but I don't think you'd fit. You'll want to use the stairwell on the far side of the building, which can accommodate larger, uh ... characters."

Ridley huffed and stared eye-to-eye with the human. Accessible? Too large? He frowned grumpily.

"Thank you for the advice, SIR" Ridley said, storming off.

It had been 20 minutes since Ridley got up. He bladder wasn't pulling any punches, he needed to go, and soon! It didn't help that the building was ilke a maze. He finally made it to the far side and found the large stairwell, designed for bigger characters. He made his way to the third floor, which had washrooms by the stairwell, but they were regular ones he couldn't fit inside. Tthe sign for accessible washrooms indicated that they were halfway across the building.

"Kssht. One five six! That's one five six!"

"Who the hell designed this place?!" he shrieked. "Who were the architects here? Hurr, it's okay when Nintendo does it!" he angrily mocked, to nobody in particular. Still, he had to go and get back before he lost his turn.

Ridley didn't have time to switchback through the building. His bladder felt like it was going to burst and it was almost his turn. The very tip of his saurian cock peeked out of his folds, and was already moist. He bit his lip and looked around. The third floor was deserted.

What could he do? He couldn't just go in the hallway, that'd be embarrassing and a blow to his villainy. A potted plant? No, there wasn't any nearby. And he couldn't leave or use the washroom. "Think Ridley, think!"

The pressure was building and his legs involuntarily started to dance. The first four inches of his cockhead emerged now, feeling the hot humid summer air cling to its own moisture.

"Aha!" he thought. "I'll just..." Ridley opened the washroom door and shoved his cock in. He might be able to just spray inside the room and hope it hits a urinal or something. His dick was longer than some people were tall, over 6 feet, and very thick. Ridley had a problem. While it would easily fit through the door if it was limp, as soon as it got erect, he might get stuck. He didn't have time to consider this and let himself go.

The exhibitionist nature of what he was doing turned him on immensely. What if he was caught? His heart raced and adrenaline surged. Ridley's cock throbbed and exploded out of his groin, oozing pre and drips of hot space dragon piss as it slide across the cold tile floor. He felt the tip of it grace porcelain. The girth of it was trapped in the doorframe, almost like a cockring. He couldn't go forward or backward.

"One six zero!"

Oh god, it was almost time. He tried to relax. Ridley thought of calming, soothing thoughts, to ease the  process and remove his erection so his piss would flow. Destroying planets, genociding the Chozo people, that sort of thing. Unfortunately, this only turned him on more, his cock painfully erect as the massive cockhead split open and sprayed an impressive amount of piss inside the room.

Ridley sighed as the pressure left him, destroying the washroom and completely soaking it in smelly piss. He enjoyed the feeling of it splashing back against him, and even rubbed his cock against the tiles and urinal he felt. While he didn't have to pee, he still had a hard dick that stopped him from going anywhere.

"Uh... fuck."

He started to panic. If he wanted into Smash, he'd have to hurry! His erection wasn't going away, and he had to jerk off to get free. He reached inside the washroom and tugged at his impressive shaft and tried to think of arousing things to get himself off.

"Hey Ridley, how's it goin'?"

Oh fuck! It was Crocomire. Why did HE have to show up now? His reputation was going to be ruined. He needed to cum, and explaining it would be useless. Unless... unless Ridley was dominant in a situation like this.

"I need you to fuck my ass!" Ridley screamed at the Norfairian creature.

"Uh... what?"

"I don't have time to explain!" he ordered. "I need you to fuck me in the ass, right here, right now! Do it you bitch, or I'll make your life a living hell!"

Crocomire was taken aback, but gulped slowly, compelled to obey the Space Pirate commander. "Y-yeah, sure..." He approached Ridley's backside and sized it up, admiring the commander's huge purple sack and hungry tailhole. He brought his face near it and inhaled his sharp musk.

"H-hurry..." Ridley said more subdued and desperate than before. Crocomire's fat cock lazily crawled out of his groin, quickly hardening to its full 28" in just a few moments, wildly aroused by scent of Ridley's ass. Crocomire pulled the cheeks apart and found the waiting dark purple void. He moved his slick, pulsing head to the twitching hole.

Both sighed as the cock sunk in without difficulty. Crocomire got halfway in, paused for a moment, and pulled nearly all the way out, giving Ridley a moment to adjust before shoving it entirely to the hilt. The dragon was used to this sort of thing, it seemed. Crocomire smiled warmly at this knowledge, but knew that he'd be dead, or worse, if he called attention to it.

"One six one!"

"F-fuck, hurry up and cum in my ass, already!" he said, in a half-panic. Crocomire huffed. He just started, after all. He thrusted hard into Ridley; while Crocomire was relatively small compared to the dragon, he was bulky, and easily had enough force to pin him against the wall with every thrust. Ridley cooed as the invading prick slammed into his prostate again and again, making his own walls milk it hungrily for more. His own cock continued to slam hard against the fixtures within, causing minor damage as it flailed around.

Ridley couldn't take it anymore! He had to finish now and hurry back to the lobby! He reached behind him with one hand and pulled Crocomire against his body, tightly. His left hand snaked into the washroom and tried to reach the tip of his penis as he rapidly jerked off for several seconds, before rapidly climaxing and shooting huge loads of hot acid-cum into the room. His cock strained at the doorframe, feeling like it was cutting off circulation as he came. The sound of tiles breaking could be heard as his shots smashed into them at high velocity, followed by a low sizzling and the smell of burning plastic as it melted through them.

Ridley sighed as he caught his breath for a moment, completely taken by his own orgasm, that he didn't even registered that Crocomire had finished inside him, and already pulled out. His ass was leaking.

"Hey Ridley, that was pretty good! Are you up for ano-" but Ridley cut him off.

"I don't have time for this!" he screeched at Crocomire, practically flying towards the stairwell and down two flights, in a hurry to return to the lobby, his tailhole still sore and throbbing, his cock nearly smacking every stair on the way down.

"Last call for one six two!" the intercom bellowed.

"Fuuuuck!" Ridley yelled, as his eyes darted around, looking for the way back to the main area. He finally located the main waiting room.

"One six three!"

His heart sank. He was too late. Ridley would not appear in Smash for the Wii U.
He wanted to cry. It just wasn't fair! He sighed and went home.

~~~

Epilogue:

Ridley would later find that he locked his keys inside the commander's module of the Space Pirate command ship. It would be an expensive call to have someone unlock it.

Crocomire had a fantastic running to be a candidate in Smash. However, his audition was rendered void after security footage revealed he destroyed the third floor washroom. He was banned from the premises.