COMMISSION: Smash Bros - Peeping Angel ch.2

Author's Notes: Didn't realize this would have a sequel, but here we go! Enjoy!

[fu(x2)/femboy] [more below]

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“Does Mario really think he can show up in a different outfit and pretend he’s a completely separate contestant?” Samus sighed as she made her way down from the arena and to the empty locker room. “He doesn’t even bother to change his name! It’s ridiculous.”

“To be fair, darling,” Bayonetta chuckled, following just behind, the most frivolous of her outerwear already beginning to recede back into the sorcerous black hair that formed them, “you do the same thing with your armor.”

“That’s different,” Samus shot a smirk back as the door swung shut behind them, making her way to one of the central benches and perching down on it. “The suit provides an entirely distinct combat style; Mario just throws giant pills at people and calls it a day. Can you help me with this?” Samus pointed awkwardly at the little shimmering clasp on the back of her zero suit, similar to a zipper in purpose, but not function.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, love,” the witch grinned, complying with the bounty hunter’s request. Tapping one fingertip against the catch, she slowly drew it downward, allowing the back of Samus’s light blue suit to splay open. “I’m just glad we won. I’m not too concerned about the plumber – or doctor, I suppose? – but that Mishima character is…” she sighed, shaking her head slightly, “...mmn, built different.”

“True, he did make things difficult,” Samus nodded, pulling the front of her suit down and sliding her arms free, letting her full, soft breasts escape from the tight, clinging blue fabric. Only a moment after exposing herself, though, Samus let out a soft coo of contentment as she felt Bayonetta’s hands reach around to grope her from behind, cupping those perky tits and giving them an affectionate massage. “Mmm… still restless after that match, then?”

“You know violence always gets me frisky,” Bayonetta purred, leaning in to gently nibble at Samus’s ear from behind, more and more of her clothing beginning to slither away until she was left bare, her dark, silky hair unbound and spilling down her back. “Besides, it has been a while, hasn’t it…?”

“Too long,” Samus shifted on the bench, turning and winding one leg around Bayonetta’s waist, while providing enough room for the other woman to climb on top. Bayonetta’s girldick was already rising to its full size, even if it had not quite yet reached it, her breasts pressing up against Samus’s as the two deadly women shared a long, intense kiss. “Mmhh… mnphh…” the bounty hunter moaned softly, her tongue flicking along the tip of the witch’s before invading her mouth, locking lips as they shared a wet, breathless embrace.

“Let me help you out of this,” the witch nibbled at Samus’s lower lip, breaking the kiss just long enough to taking hold of the zero suit’s sides, helping to escort it down around the bounty hunter’s hips. She let out a dark, lustful giggle as Samus’s cock bounced free, already hard and ready for action after just a bit of kissing and groping – and after a little more shimmying and squirming, the entire garment was finally removed, leaving both women nude, horny, and entirely entangled with one another.

Fingers interweaved as the two joined back in their kiss, Samus now rolling the pair over to pin Bayonetta to the bench. Soft moans escaped the two of them as their bare, rock-hard girlcocks pressed against one another, the slow thrusting and gyrating of their hips grinding the two thick members back and forth against one another. As their arousal grew, thin streaks of glistening precum began to leak from both women, coating their throbbing shafts as they reached full size and hardness. “Mmnhh… I’m gonna fuck you so hard…” Samus whispered in between hungry kisses, sliding her breasts up and down against Bayonetta’s with each rock and squirm of their bodies into one another, nipples bumping and jousting along each other.

“Nhph, is that a promise, darling? I haven’t been on the bottom since Lucina lost that fight and took her frustration out on my ass,” Bayonetta flicked her tongue along Samus’s lips, then gently bit the lower, hands disengaging from the blonde’s to slide down and firmly grip the bounty hunter’s round, perky ass, giving it a lustful squeeze and grope. “Just know that I’ll have every intention of returning the favor once you’ve had your fun with me….”

“Oh, I’d have it no othe–” Samus began, then paused, going silent for a moment… listening. “Do you hear that?”

Bayonetta blinked, calming her own heightened breathing to listen for herself – and, sure enough, from one of the nearby lockers, came the sound of quiet panting and frantic rustling. Confusion flickered across the witch’s face, followed by realization. “Ah, I’d almost forgotten about the angel.”

“You think it’s him?” Samus mused. “I suppose we did tell him to stay where he could be properly used… perhaps we underestimated his stamina, or at least his determination.” Letting out a little chuckle, she planted another gentle kiss on Bayonetta’s lips before sitting up, listening once again to try to pin-point the location of the locker room’s resident voyeur. Last time Pit had been caught – and after soliciting Palutena’s permission – the girls had decided that Pit would be forced to return to the locker room after matches any of them partook in, in case they needed to let off some steam. While it was assumed he’d followed his instructions, he was not often sought after, with the battling beauties often able to relieve their urges alone, or with each other. As such, the ubiquitous angel had somewhat fallen beneath notice, and out of memory.

“No use trying to stay quiet, darling,” Bayonetta stifled a giggle, standing and making her way towards one of the lockers, swiftly tapping it with her knuckles, then swinging the door open wide. Predictably, tucked within the narrow metal receptacle, was Pit – his toga bundled around his ankles and his slender, feminine figure revealed. His hair had grown a little since the last time he’d been caught in the women's’ locker room, only adding to his own girlish appearance, and his slim penis was already quite erect from the lascivious show he’d been ‘enjoying.’

“Um… hi,” the angel said sheepishly, a fierce blush on his cheeks as he was discovered and cornered. Before he could further excuse himself, Samus laid a firm hand on his shoulder, pulling him out of the locker and into the open, where he was quickly crowded by the two tall, athletic ladies. “How are… you two doing…?”

“It seems we keep finding you in here,” Samus glared, her eyes turning down to the angel’s slender erection, already rosy from the attention of his hand a mere moment ago. “Are you really so unable to control yourself?”

“I mean, you told me t–” Pit began to stammer, only to be immediately interrupted by Bayonetta.

“You aren’t in trouble, this time. Actually...” the umbra witch grinned, taking a half-step forward, just enough for the tip of her erect cock to gently prod against Pit’s much smaller one. She glanced towards the bounty hunter, biting her lower lip, then back to the angel, “...We have a new challenge for you.”

“Do we?” Samus glanced towards Bayonetta, suddenly all-ears, eager to see what the witch would concoct.

“We do,” Bayonetta purred. “We get five minutes to tease you in any way we see fit. If you can go the full five without cumming… you get to fuck either of us you like, as long and as hard as you want. In addition… we’ll tell Palutena that your penance is over, and you’ll have your freedom. Dream come true.”

Pit swallowed hard. This was starting to sound familiar, and while his last time getting caught had been… ultimately satisfying, he had to admit to a bit of dread at what failure might bring. “A-and if I can’t…?”

“We put you perpendicular, and you take both of our cocks at once, as long and as hard as we want. On top of that, your punishment here shall go even longer, and we’ll be certain to take our… frustrations… out on you with greater regularity. That little boy-pussy of yours will never be the same again. Sounds fair, wouldn’t you say?”

There was no way this wasn’t a trap of some kind, and had Pit been in his right mind, he surely would have seen it. But the angel was not without his flaws – among them hubris, lust, and just a hint of genuine stupidity. His eyes scanned across both beauty’s stunning figures, then down to their massive, hard cocks. Anxiety tightened his features for a moment, before being replaced with bright, passionate determination. He could win this; he knew he could. “You’re on.”

“Wonderful,” Bayonetta grinned, and to Pit’s horror, Samus flashed a smile as well – had her earlier ire been an act? Was there a chance he’d been… hustled? Before he could think any more deeply on the matter, the umbra witch drew a circle in the air with her finger, bringing into being a shadowy, gothic clock – but no, not just a clock. A stopwatch. One set to five minutes. “Time starts… now.”

Pit took a half-step backwards, swallowing hard and tucking both hands behind his back, stumbling over the loose white cloth of his toga that had bundled around his ankles. His instinct was to close his eyes outright, to make a temporary sacrifice in order to get the big payoff… but as Samus and Bayonetta leaned back into each other, he once again found himself utterly and irreversibly transfixed, like a cat staring at a bird on the windowsill.

The two women knew exactly which strings to pull, if this was going to work – Pit was, seemingly above all else, a voyeur. So, if it was a show he wanted, it was a show he’d receive. Bayonetta leaned into Samus, hands moving gently to her hips before sliding farther forward, gently gripping the blonde’s perky ass. It was only a moment before Samus returned the gesture, hands sliding up along the witch’s smooth, bare belly, up to her firm breasts, cupping them both and giving them a soft, yet eager squeeze. Both women turned sultry gazes to Pit, watching the angel’s stiff rod swell slightly in size, before turning back to each other – and leaning forward, two pairs of soft, wet lips pressing into one another in a lurid, sapphic display.

Seconds ticked down, gradually turning to minutes as the two warriors embraced, groping one another more hungrily as their tongues slid into each other’s mouths, slithering and massaging back and forth along one another. For a long moment, they forgot about Pit entirely, their hard cocks pushed up against each other as they explored their bodies, grinding and caressing, touching, prodding. As they each grew more breathlessly engaged, the spectral stopwatch ticked its second minute, jarring both women back to the present.

Glancing back towards Pit showed the angel’s face flushed red, a thin shimmer of precum leaking from the tip of his penis as he watched, hands still clasped tightly behind his back. Bayonetta smirked, glancing back at Samus... and, with the slightest flex of her will, making the stopwatch tick ever so slightly slower. Not even enough to notice, certain not with all this distraction, but perhaps enough to squeeze another minute. Was it cheating? Certainly. But if you weren’t cheating, you weren’t trying hard enough.

“I want your cock,” came Samus’s husky whisper, nuzzling Bayonetta’s lips and then tilting lower, kissing along the other woman’s throat, between her breasts – pausing a moment to kiss, lick, and gently bite at one perky nipple – before finally dropping all the way down to her knees in front of the umbra witch. Bayonetta let her eyes drift shut as the bounty hunter’s lips found the tip of her throbbing shaft, kissing along its underside before finally engulfing the first half of it with her mouth, dipping it deeply into that wet, warm tunnel.

“Unnfh…nnh…” Bayonetta’s back arched, head tilting back. One arm reached sideways to plant against the lockers on the opposite wall, steadying herself as inch after inch of her hard dick vanished into Samus’s mouth. Her free hand went to the back of the other woman’s head, taking firm hold of that silky golden ponytail and widening her stance, doing her best to both keep herself steady, and provide the best show possible for the transfixed angel-boy. It was impressive in its own right that he had yet to touch himself, but from the way his slim member bobbed and flexed, weeping precum from its tip, it wasn’t clear that being touched would even be necessary for him to get off – not when he was watching Samus Aran deeply, messily suck Bayonetta’s hard cock.

Samus slid deeper and deeper, taking that throbbing shaft until it pressed against the back of her throat, then relaxing, allowing it to push even farther. Crouched on the tile floor, she kept her thighs spread apart, facing very slightly towards Pit so that he had a good view of her own thick shaft – unattended as of now, but nonetheless rock-hard and pointing slightly upward. “Nmmh… glllchh…!” the bounty hunter gagged, eyes rolling back into her head for a moment before she finally pulled away, bringing her hand to Bayonetta’s cock and starting to slowly stroke it while her lips wrapped around the witch’s smooth balls.

“Mmn…three minutes left, darling,” Bayonetta glanced to the slow-ticking clock, then smirked at Pit, letting out a soft moan as Samus nuzzled and licked at her balls. Finally, she gave the bounty hunter a gentle tug on her ponytail, coaxing her back up into a standing position and leaning in close, stealing another long, adoring kiss as their members bumped and rubbed against each other. Flat bellies trapped their cocks tight together, underside-to-underside, spreading the glimmering wetness of Samus’s saliva as their tongues hungrily invaded one another’s mouths, hands wandering all along each other’s perfect bodies. Bayonetta let her eyes flicker for just a moment over to Pit as another minute ticked down, her fingers dipping down to tease and prod against Samus’s snug asshole – sliding in one finger, then a second, drawing a husky moan of excitement from the blonde as her ass was invaded and violated.

“Ahnnn… hhffuckk… yeah, yeah…” Samus crooned, biting gently at Bayonetta’s lower lip, rocking her hips back and forth to buck against those fingers, her little asshole tightening and quivering around the invaders. Breaking the kiss, Samus tilted down to press her lips against one of the other woman’s breasts, kissing around the beautiful swell of creamy flesh before finally sealing her lips around one nipple, suckling gently at it, drawing another moan from the umbra witch. “Nnh….”

For Pit, things were getting more and more difficult. He couldn’t look away except for brief micro-glances at the clock, waiting breathlessly for it to finally tick down to zero. Why in the world was it taking so long? It felt like he’d been here forever, just trying not to touch himself, trying not to let his arousal overwhelm him. But, despite everything at stake, he was completely unable to take his eyes off of what was happening in front of him. Bayonetta deeply finger-fucking Samus’s asshole while the bounty hunter sucked on her tits, both of their shimmering girlcocks rubbing and grinding against each other, the moans they were letting out….

Drawing Samus in for another eager kiss, Bayonetta let it gradually break, looking over the other woman’s shoulder at the clock, a noisy tick for the last minute bringing the countdown to her attention. “He’s doing better than I thought, Sammy,” she purred, turning fully towards Pit now. “It seems we may have to take things into our own hands.”

Following the witch’s eyes, Samus glanced at the clock, then offered a nod of confirmation, “Just a minute left. I’m sure we can make that minute very, very long.” Both women turned predatory gazes onto the angel, taking a few steps closer, looking at his waifish, naked body like the piece of fuckmeat that it was. A blaze of fear sparked in Pit’s eyes, who attempted an awkward backpedal, only to be immediately pinned against the locker behind him.

“W-wait, you can’t… I mean, it’s cheating if you…!”

“If we what?” Samus arched a brow. “We’re not going to fuck you, we’re just going to get really, really close…” the bounty hunter grinned as she turned, backing up to gently press her perfect ass against the side of Pit’s member from the right. From the left, Bayonetta dropped into a crouch, leaning in enough to squish her breasts up against its other side, trapping the angel’s poor, throbbing dick between tits and ass from every angle, squashed in a heavenly valley of pleasure. They didn’t move, not yet, but they provided a palace of smooth, slippery flesh so flawless that it was impossible for Pit not to squirm, wriggling his little body back and forth, uncertain whether to thrust with abandon, or try to escape. Surely, even like this, he could make it one more minute… right?

“Don’t you want to shoot your load all over us, sweetheart?” Bayonetta teased, leaning in to let her tongue hover just over Pit’s cock, forcing him to withdraw, and in turn causing him even greater pleasure. “Just push forward and let go, and let us use you like you deserve to be used….”

Gritting his teeth, Pit squeezed his eyes shut, trying to find that last little bit of strength in him to keep going. The ache in his dick was growing more and more intense, and the seconds were ticking by like hours. Eventually, it became too much. Eyes flew wide, and he let out an anguished howl of carnal desire as he thrust upward again and again, spurt after spurt of his hot cum shooting upward like a fireworks display, coating Bayonetta’s face and tits, and latticing across Samus’s ass and lower back. Despite the many shots of spunk, though, it was noteworthy that each was rather unimpressive in its own right – Pit’s seed was somewhat thin and milky, not achieving remarkable distance or volume despite the intensity of his orgasm.

“Well, what a shame,” Samus said, looking back over her shoulder at the hapless angel, a look of intense unease creeping over his face as he came to fully grasp the ramification of his failure. Looking from Pit to the spectral clock, the bounty hunter shook her head. “Forty seconds left. You almost made it. But… now it looks like you’re going to be staying here a while longer….”

“...And you’re not going to be fucking either of us,” Bayonetta grinned, licking a little bit of the angel’s cum from her top lip, then fully standing, squishing side-by-side with Samus as the two women once more crowded Pit, deciding what to do with him.

“Mm, what do you think, Bay?” the blonde arched a brow. “How do you think we should use him?”

“Well, I already had my cock sucked, and I doubt he can improve on your technique,” Bayonetta stifled a haughty giggle, “so I’ll take the back, if you want his mouth.”

“He does have cute lips,” Samus said thoughtfully.

“W-wait, wait wait wait,” Pit said anxiously, looking from side to side for some avenue of escape – finding none. “Are you sure about this? I mean, I’m sure there’s… something else we can think of to do, I mean, what about what we just did? It didn’t last long, but that was fun, right? Gimme a second and we can definitely try something like tha–”

“Sorry, love, but a deal’s a deal,” Bayonetta smirked, the clock vanishing from existence as she reached out with one hand, grabbing Pit by the rest and pulling him out of the locker, and into the room itself, turning him around and pressing her hot, slick shaft firmly against his petite little backside, sandwiching her rod between his smooth cheeks as she prodded around for his entrance. “Samus, darling, would you keep him quiet while I get to work?”

“With pleasure,” the bounty hunter took firm hold of Pit’s fluffy brown locks, using his hair to force him downwards – and after a moment, fully onto his hands and knees. “Remember, boy, you brought this on yourself, mm?” Pressing the tip of her girlcock to Pit’s lips, Samus quickly silenced his last frantic attempt to protest or otherwise negotiate, her shaft pushing into his mouth and drawing a wet gagging sound from the angel. It took a moment for him to work his way around the thick piece of girlmeat invading his mouth, find a place to put his tongue even as the thing pushed against the back of his throat, but it was only a moment before he had something even more ‘pressing’ to be concerned with.

He shuddered, saliva already beginning to dribble out around his lips as Samus stuffed her thick, smooth girldick down his throat – from behind, the tip of Bayonetta’s throbbing fuckstick had found his asshole, and after a glob of spit had been applied to the tensed hole, she pushed herself against it. Pit let out a long, high-pitched groan, as much as he was able to around the beast pushing down his throat, but after a moment he felt the thing pry its way past his initial resistance, stretching his ass apart and stuffing itself in deep. “Mmngghhh…!” he moaned out, one arm wrapping weakly around Samus’s waist, his softening member dangling inert between his slender thighs as Bayonetta crammed herself into him.

“There’s a good boy,” the umbra witch giggled, planting one hand on the angel’s hip to keep him steady as she pushed herself in deeper, finally starting to properly thrust back and forth. As she leaned forward to steal a long, hungry kiss from Samus, she relished at the sensation of Pit’s tight hole clinging and quivering around her, and was already beginning to pick up speed.

For Pit, the sensation was inexplicible, only more abrupt than it was intense. While all this was very sudden and alarming for the angel, the two ladies’ lust had been building up for some time now, and they wasted not an instant in forcing themselves in as hard and fast as they could manage. Slow, intense thrusts and vying for position had quickly given way to rough, frantic pumping, their hips slamming forward again and again as they claimed Pit’s poor, helpless mouth and ass. There was a pleasure of a sort, if not the kind he’d been hoping for, and a strange excitement at the prospect of being wedged between the two beauties… if, again, he may end up needing to embellish this tale before letting anyone else know of it. He could feel those thick, hard cocks throbbing more and more intensely inside of him, drilling him from both sides in a long, relentless spitroast.

Samus’s cock pushed deep down his throat, while Bayonetta’s delved far into the darkest parts of his ass, making the angel’s entire intestinal tract airtight with their pulsating girldicks. Pit’s gasps and groans faded to fuck-drunk whimpers, his penis wobbling between his legs as they used him, both finally begin to throb wantonly inside of him. He had only an instant of warning, a foresight of what was to come, before both women began to moan out their pleasure and their release, both cocks flooding him from both ends, burst upon burst of hot, sticky cum filling his guts, making his own little sprinkler of spunk look embarrassing by comparison. Glug after glug pumped into him, dribbling from his lips and stretched asshole, before both massive shafts finally slid free of him, letting the angel slump to the tile floor, dazed.

“Fuck yeah,” Samus smiled widely, giving Bayonetta a crisp high-five as she started heading towards the showers. “Built up a little bit of a sweat. Wanna grab some tacos after this?”

“I was thinking sushi, actually…” the witch said back, following along behind. Pit could only lay still, twitching occasionally, cum dribbling from both holes as he heard the showers switch on and the two women go about their day.

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