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-My Smash Sisters Can't Be THIS Cute!-
Samus Aran deactivated her Power Suit, the whole thing stowing neatly away within the helmet beneath her arm with just a press of a button. She tucked a blonde strand of hair behind her ear as she worried her bottom lip with her teeth, a small frown creasing her brow. The door before her had a plaque that said "women's locker room" and the bounty hunter who never shied away from a job, no matter how violent or morally questionable, found herself balking.
Samus had just won her match, but the real battle was only beginning.
Finally, she placed her hand on the reader; the door slid open and a sweet-smelling cloud of warm air and vapour rolled out to greet her. Her head swam and that first step was like wading through concrete. The door closed behind her, silently, yet it sent a shiver of anxiety down her spine as though it had been the clank of a heavy metal cell door. That anxiety worsened tenfold when she heard voices and laughter on the other side of the tiled divider.
The room beyond it was shaped like a dumbbell where one end was a room lined with lockers, the middle portion was a short hallway, and at the other end were the showers. The divider limited visibility and there was no telling what sort of hazards stood between Samus and her target: her own locker.
'Just act natural, Aran.'
The bounty hunter took a slow breath and strode around the divider, her spine straight and her head held high. She kept sharp blue eyes trained on her target as she put one foot in front of the other. Every step closer was a small reassurance that she could get her pistol and get out of here without incident.
No one would ever believe her if she told them, but Samus was painfully shy—particularly around attractive women. As one of the very few gay women in the Smash Bros roster, she had a difficult time connecting with the others and as such, everybody just assumed she was a taciturn hard ass with a chip on her shoulder. And, sure, she could be like that, but she wasn't always! Not with the right person, at least...
"Hey, Samus!" A cheerful voice to her right said. "Great work today. Can you give me a hand?"
Peach, the princess of Mushroom Kingdom, was a pretty blonde girl who had proven herself to be a capable fighter despite her title. Currently, her usual pink dress was in a pool around her feet and her back was turned to Samus as she looked over her shoulder at the other woman.
The full curve of her rear, accentuated by pink cheeksters, made Samus a little hot under the collar of her Zero Suit and she stared for longer than was acceptable before asking, "... What did you need?"
"It's this darn bra. I can't get it unhooked." Peach twisted slightly and Samus saw that "bra" didn't aptly describe the lacy, strappy, overly-complicated number that cupped pale swells and ended just above her navel.
Once again, Samus's eyes lingered longer than they should have, her heartbeat in her ears the only thing she could hear, though she could see Peach's lips moving when she finally dragged her gaze upwards.
"Uh, yeah. Sure."
Samus wasn't proud to admit that her palms were sweaty as she gingerly attempted to unhook the article. It took several tries, her gaze flicking from the task at hand down to Peach's perfect ass, but eventually she managed.
Peach beamed. "Thank you!"
Samus turned quickly away as the princess began stripping off the rest of what little she was wearing. Her locker was just a few steps away; she could be in it and out of there before anyone else tried to engage. With that reassuring thought firmly in mind, the bounty hunter hustled over to get her locker and began keying in her passcode.
Samus made the mistake of glancing around as she did so, a security measure hardwired into her brain by years of trusting no one, and fumbled the last digit. The digital lock made a jarring sound and the blonde flinched, but she couldn't look away from the creamy skin Rosalina bared as she removed layers of blue and gossamer white fabric.
Normally, Samus would have scoffed at such hoity toity attire, but the blonde-haired beauty somehow made it work. Rose was such a sweet, genuine person—the down to earth "girl next door" type with which one could share anything. Samus felt a bit guilty for checking her out, but she couldn't help herself. Beneath the dress, Rosalina wore simple white underwear with little blue bows on the front of the panties and straps of the brassiere. And beneath that...
Samus bit her lip, openly ogling Rosalina. She was on the slender side, but had curves in all the right places and gorgeous flaxen tresses framed her cute face. The kind of face a cherub would have, complete with impossibly blue eyes and pouty lips. Rosalina turned, that aquamarine gaze going right to Samus, and the bounty hunter was quick to return her attention to the task at hand, her face hot.
That had been too close.
Samus managed to open her locker without incident, though her imagination was taking what she had just seen and running wild with it. She reached inside and retrieved her pistol, but not before movement to her six caught her attention. Samus glanced surreptitiously around and gawked a bit when she saw a white-skinned woman in a tank top and boy shorts bending at the waist to touch her toes. The Wii Fitness Trainer was doing some post-match stretching, it seemed.
Samus was presented with an eyeful as those panties rode up and the bottoms of milk white ass cheeks peeked out. She could faintly make out pouty lower lips—especially when the woman spread her legs apart and raised herself into a hand stand. As she did so, her tank top rode up and Samus caught a glimpse of an impressive six pack. She herself was in excellent physical condition and she appreciated a woman who took care of herself... Even one as strangely mannequin-like as the Wii Fitness Trainer.
As she watched, the Wii Fitness Trainer braced both palms on the ground and lowered her legs until the bottoms of her feet met the tile. Then, she raised her pelvis until she was positioned like the letter 'n'. Good lord, she was flexible. That had to come in handy in the bedroom... Samus's imagination conjured up some interesting poses and pondered what that mostly-inexpressive face looked like in the throes of pleasure before she managed to shut it down and silently chastise herself.
Samus could hear voices down the hall, which signified the approach of further temptation, and slammed her locker door shut. She needed to get out of here.
The bounty hunter didn't make it three steps before another familiar voice called out to her. She tensed and briefly considered hightailing it out of there, but that wasn't her style. Instead, Samus pivoted to face the speaker and her jaw went slack.
Palutena, a literal goddess, stood naked, a towel in hand as she dried long green hair. The rubbing motion caused full breasts to bounce and Samus's mind dove straight into the gutters. Palutena's physique was perfect—exactly what one would think when one imagined a goddess—and it took everything in Samus to wrap up that quick, appreciative once-over and stare at the woman's face instead.
"I am so looking forward to our match tomorrow."
"What are you talking about?" Samus asked, her repressed sexual frustration manifesting as shortness in her tone.
Palutena didn't even seem to notice. "For the tournament? Our names are next on the ladder."
Rub, rub, rub.
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
Samus fidgeted. "Right. Let's have a good, clean fight."
As squeaky clean as the nude goddess casually baring it all before her.
... Great. Now that was all she was going to see during their fight tomorrow. Samus was a fan favourite—perhaps she could talk to someone and have her opponent changed?
"I must say, I had been hoping to be matched with you."
Or not.
"Why is that?"
"Your strength is inspiring."
'I could pin you against the wall and have my way with you, show you how strong I really am.'
Samus frowned minutely. "Thanks."
"I trust you won't hold back," Palutena added, oblivious to the effect she was having on her companion. "I want you to give me your all."
'Seriously?!' Samus would have been thrilled to have a nude woman singing her praises in a different setting and circumstances, but this was a bit overwhelming.
She was starting to feel dizzy. "Would you mind... Covering up?"
Palutena arched an eyebrow. "This is a locker room, is it not?"
"... Yes." It was and this exact situationwas why Samus have the place as wide a berth as she could, sometimes resorting to midnight showers just to avoid the other brawlers.
"Then I see no reason to do so. In fact, I believe it is you who are incorrectly attired in this situation."
And then Palutena wrapped her towel around her hair with a few deft movements, removing the one thing that was somewhat obscuring rosey nipples from view. She must have been cold because they stood at attention and her areolas were pebbled.
Samus screamed internally, her frustration mounting. She tried to think up places she could be other than here and excuses as to why she had to go there, immediately, but it was so, so difficult to think straight.
Then, a soft, authoritative voice behind Samus said, "Lady Palutena, may I borrow Samus from you?"
"Of course, dear." Palutena nodded at the speaker and then smiled at Samus, the radiant expression swoon-worthy. "Until tomorrow, Samus."
The sway of her hips as she crossed the room to her locker... Mmph. Samus unclenched her fists, her breath coming out in a pained hiss when she registered the deep crescent marks she had unwittingly scored into her palms. Samus turned to face her saviour, her gaze flicking to the divider and the short distance between herself and the exit.
She was almost home free.
Her attention shifted to the woman sitting directly between her and freedom and she groaned inwardly. Zelda, Princess of Hyrule. Of all the people it could have been, it had to have been Samus's crush sitting on a metal bench, bent over somewhat to rub her calf. Zelda straightened when Samus approached her, and the blonde's breath caught in her throat: the Hylian wore a royal purple brassiere and underwear, accented with black lace, and sheer black stockings.
Samus had climbed out of the frying pan and into the hellfire.
"Good afternoon. That was quite a match."
It took the bounty hunter a moment to reengage her brain. A long moment, if the questioning tilt of Zelda's head was anything to go by.
"Hey. Thanks." Lame, but effective.
"Would you mind lending me a hand?"
"Sure." It couldn't be worse than Peach's request, right?
The corners of Zelda's lips quirked upwards and Samus's heart skipped a beat. In her giddiness, she almost missed what the other woman had to say: "My leg has been a bit stiff since my match. I need assistance stretching it."
Dead wrong.
Touching Zelda was probably the last thing poor, frustrated Samus expected to be asked to do. Where was the Wii Fitness Trainer when you needed her?! A quick, panicked glance around confirmed that the other girls had moved into the showers or exited the locker room entirely.
Which left just her and Zelda.
Zelda who was currently regarding her with a bemused stare. Ugh. There was nowhere to run and awkwardly making up an excuse to leave felt, well, awkward after having already agreed to help. So, Samus rubbed her sweaty, still somewhat sore palms on the thighs of her Zero Suit and knelt beside Zelda.
She stole a look at the Hylian's face before placing her hands on either side of Zelda's calf and began gingerly kneading the muscle. The stockings were soft, the material rolling smoothly between her palms. She massaged for about thirty seconds, her own muscles so tense she feared she might strain something.
"That won't do." Was it her or was the monarch smirking? It must have been a trick of the light because Zelda's face was its usual mask of tranquil beauty as she said, "Here, lean into it."
Lean into what...?
The answer to that internally-squeaked question came in the form of Zelda laying back on the bench, raising her leg, and resting her ankle on Samus's shoulder. She gestured for Samus to lean in and— mechanically; almost too scared to even think about what she was doing—the bounty hunter did as she was told.
A pleased sigh left the Hylian. "That feels wonderful..."
A hot chill ran down Samus's spine and her core twitched sympathetically. She needed to take her mind off of... Whatever the hell this was. A wonderful nightmare? A torturous dream come true? Fuel for many a future wet-dream?
Samus squirmed when Zelda released another satisfied sound, her hormones going haywire. Weapons specs and maintenance. That was a perfectly safe, dry topic.
'Pistol model Mach 8. Manufacturer ID 1134457645312. Sector 98 Trading Co., Quadrant 9-98-3.'
As she looked down at where their bodies were in precariously close contact, it occurred to Samus how easy it would be to throw her leg over Zelda's, align their cores, and rock until they were both sweaty and spent.
'Detach anterior chamber to access power supply, which is to be changed based on the regularity of usage. Included power supply capacity 3,200,000 mAh.'
Samus applied a bit more force, biting her lip to keep from whimpering. She damn near drew blood when Zelda moaned quietly, her stiffness abating. "Just like that..."
'A-automatic aiming assistance mode accurate up to 100ft. Manual sight adjusted 45° to account for left-handed firing.'
Another moan, this one louder, made Samus flinch bodily. She didn't realize she'd screwed her eyes shut until she opened them and saw Zelda was looking up at her. The Hylian's eyes were heavy-lidded, the pleasurable way they darkened a shade making the blonde want to lean over and kiss her.
That was the last straw. Samus's brain threw its hands up and left while there was still enough blood flowing to it for it to somewhat function. She wasn't sure how she managed to get through the rest of the session, only vaguely remembering Zelda's octave-lower "thank you" before quickly making her exit. She was on autopilot as she crossed the Smash Bros compound in a daze and returned to her private quarters.
The moment she was in the safety of her room, Samus tore off her Zero Suit and kneeled next to her nightstand. The bottom drawer was a treasure trove of masturbatory aids—vibrators, dildos in a variety of lengths and thicknesses, nipple clamps, a pinwheel, anal beads...—and she grabbed a vibrator before climbing into bed. Legs spread and Zelda's throaty sounds of pleasure firmly in mind, Samus rubbed the toy against her sex.
The quiet hum of the vibrator was soon drowned out by her moans of ecstasy.
-End-