The Planets

III. Mars, Bringer of War

No one knew but herself, Ganondorf, Pit, and Master Hand. It had been insisted on by the Creator of the Smashers to not tell anyone about this incident. Samus and Ganondorf would have to deal with their respective situations until Lucario, the Chosen One of Neptune, reached his special day. There, his power would be great enough to fix everything that had transpired.

Samus and Ganondorf were both being punished. Samus had abused her power to attempt to get back at the Gerudo King and Ganondorf had invoked such anger earlier that morning through his hurtful words. Because of their respective mistakes, the gods saw it fit to punish them both in a most unusual way.

They had been forced to switch bodies, to live the life of the other, for the rest of the week. Such a punishment was meant to teach them a lesson somehow, but it was quite doubtful to Samus that either of them would learn it. Both of them were too proud, too set in their ways.

Her hardships began on that first morning, when the children of the mansion spraying a foul-smelling substance in her face had awakened her. While it was true that she had been allowed to sleep in, it was an extremely unpleasant experience having to smell like a skunk as she attempted to wash off the stench. It also did not help that, rather than receiving friendly waves as she walked in the halls, she only got cold stares back.

Ganondorf's "friends" were fools, as she later learned. Bowser, Dedede, and Wario did nothing but plot how to take down their rivals. Rather than going into the gym and honing their skills, they discussed ways on how to cheat their way to victory, on whether or not they should invite Robotnik to the mansion to join their circle, on how to win Peach or Zelda or her for themselves. By the time she walked down to lunch that day, she was sick of hearing about Mario or Kirby or Link or Luigi or whoever.

"Just what do you think you are doing?" a thunderous voice- her voice- sounded behind her. Samus whirled, brow furrowing in disdain as the Gerudo King's cape obscured her vision. Just how in the world did this guy walk around with that thing all day?

"Ganondorf," Samus hissed as the Gerudo King in her body approached.

"Miss Aran," the Gerudo King shot back. He scanned Samus with her sharp blue eyes. "Just what are you wearing?"

Samus raised an eyebrow. "I'm wearing what you always wear, Ganondorf. Black, black, and black."

"No, you are not," Ganondorf said. "That doublet has maroon trimming, yet the pants have blue ones. The cape has purple." he scoffed. "Just when I believed that women could at least best men in matching colors, you come and prove yourself to be second best on this as well."

Samus twitched, her hands curling into fists at the Gerudo King's words. "Oh yeah? Well, I don't see you matching anything properly! All you wear is black anyways!"

Ganondorf looked offended at her statement. "Do you not see what I have put on for you today, Miss Aran?" he gestured to the outfit he wore- a pair of jeans and baby blue t-shirt. "I could have very easily worn something less respectable than this and ruined your reputation in this mansion, but I did not."

Samus calmed down. Although she refused to admit it, she was indeed grateful that Ganondorf had chosen conservative clothing. The Gerudo King was many things, but even the huntress had to admit that he was certainly not impolite.

"It will soon be time for our tag-team match against Marth and Ike," Ganondorf stated. "Do not mess this up for us."

Samus grimaced. She had forgotten all about the match today. With herself being so unfamiliar with Ganondorf's abilities, she would have to adapt like she had never adapted before.

Perhaps during the match she could prove she was a more than capable fighter.

The first thing Ike did when he was given the all clear to go was charge right at Samus, swinging Ragnell in wide circles. Samus' instincts told her to leap into the air, where she would then twist around and smash the mercenary with a powerful flying kick. It was a basic tactic, one that she had done many, many times when her opponents dared charge at her.

But she was too heavy now.

Ganondorf's body attempted to do a backflip, but was much too slow, just perfect for Ike's sword to smash into it. Samus froze for a second, but soon returned with a kick aimed for Ike's face. In spite of his famed slowness, however, Ike proved to be too fast and managed to not only move his head away from the kick, but always smash Ragnell into her once again. Crying out in pain, Samus threw a punch at Ike that was very easily blocked.

Her partner was doing no better. Ganondorf had insisted on fighting in the Zero Suit during the battle and was having much trouble figuring out how to use her plasma gun. By the time he could even find the trigger, Marth was there, hacking and slashing away, careful to make sure that every attack was dealt with the point of his sword.

They were losing and losing badly. Samus panicked slightly as she desperately attempted to ward off Ike's crushing blows. She wanted to be in her body again, where she could easily use her great agility to gain the upper hand over the mercenary and win this once and for all.

How did Ganondorf usually fight? With that purple stuff, right? Samus punched desperately again, hoping that it would become a Warlock Punch. Must to her dismay, Ike caught it once again and swung Ragnell in a wide arc above her to bring it down upon her head.

WHAM!

Samus was dazed, blinking in surprise as spots suddenly appeared in her vision. She staggered, swaying as her gaze wandered to wear Ganondorf was battling it out with Marth. Obviously used to taking blows, not dodging, Ganondorf was getting quite badly beat up, the plasma gun lying forgotten on the ground. She only had time to see Falchion smash into Ganondorf and send him careening off the stage before Ragnell came at her again, taking advantage of her vulnerability for one final blow.

"Pathetic!" Ganondorf, swathed in a dress of deep red spat. "That's what you were out there!"

Samus adjusted her red suit and glared, her anger rising to breaking point. "You were no better, Ganondorf! Why did you not dodge? Why did you not pull the trigger on Marth? You should have beaten him easily!"

"Why did you not use my magic?" Ganondorf asked angrily. "I know you can feel the Tirforce of Power pulsing in your palm! I know you can feel the magical current surrounding you! Why did you not tap into it? Why did you fight like some pathetic commoner?"

"Why did you fight in my Zero Suit? My Power Suit has much more power built into it! You could've shot that stupid prince right out of the skies! You could've-"

"ENOUGH!" Ganondorf bellowed, slamming his fist down on a nearby table. He took deep breaths, seeming to calm himself down as he spoke. "… Tonight is my night, a night celebrating Mars, the Bringer of War. Because you are in my body, it is you that must perform for me tonight…" his glared at her. "Don't you dare make a fool of me, Aran."

A bell chimed in the distance. Samus took a deep breath and stepped towards the balcony. The doors glowed again- this time deep red- and parted, allowing her to walk through. The familiar roar of the crowd reached her ears and once again she raised her hand, taking in the faces of everyone below her. Some of them glared at her. Others shivered in fear. Still others smiled up encouragingly, as if telling her that no matter what happened, it would still be excellent.

According to Ganondorf, she was to showcase her talent with magic by creating images using his power to tell the story of the Goddess Hylia and the Demon King Demise. It was an old tale from his home country and a popular one at that. It would show the Gerudo King's great appreciation of his roots and his hope to share with the world that he was not as bad as was often painted.

She had no intention of doing any of that.

The moment she raised her hands to the sky, she felt the power surging through her. The Triforce of Power glowed and pulsed menacingly as the God of War sent his blessings down upon her. She smirked as fire raced through her veins, opening a door deep within her heart. She felt the call of the beast within her, ready to be unleashed.

Her form puled and glowed, shifting and transforming right before her eyes. She felt her muscles ripple and bulge, ivory tusks emerging between her lips. Sharp bristles of fur appeared all over her body, covering her arms and legs as her hands and feet changed into powerful cloven hooves. Behind her, she heard Ganondorf shout in rage and dismay, but she paid him no heed.

The Boar roared. She felt powerful and jubilant. Here she was, with all the power of the God of War at her disposal and nothing anyone could do about it. She felt the bloodlust within her surge as she regarded the horrified people before her, little more than pinheads in her great might.

Without thinking she charged, tearing through the decorations as she went. The screams of the festival goers filled her ears, her mind rang jubilantly as she realized that she was getting her revenge on the Gerudo King at last. And boy did he deserve it.

She intended to only cause a little havoc before she reverted back. After all, this is exactly what he did in many battles and the Smashers received little to no injuries. It was a simple little act of revenge, that's all.

But she couldn't control herself.

She wanted more rage.

More blood.

More destruction.

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