Super Squish Sisters - ch.6

Author's Note: Hey, patrons!

Shit, I like, legitimately forgot I wrote this one. I was sitting there going "hey, it's been so long since I uploaded a thing, why am I so slow?" The reality was just that I'm forgetful as fuck, sorry about that.

Ended up putting this to a poll between some people, as to whether it should be a Zelda/Impa scene or a Samus/Peach scene, the latter winning by a landslide. So, here we go!

Rest of the story can be found here!

[futa/futa] [frotting] [anal] [oral] [titfucking]

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Samus rolled onto her back, her eyes opening again. Sleeping, she’d noticed, had grown more difficult since her arrival in this place -- not that the bounty hunter had ever exactly been a deep sleeper. But in this... nexus, or whatever it was that Bayonetta called it, Samus had too much to consider, to dwell on. There was some kind of cold war going on in this place, and so far, it seemed like she’d chosen her side, reluctantly devoting herself to the proverbial “dark side,” the easy side. The side where, if she just succumbed to the idea that her will was not her own, she could have as much comfort and as much pleasure as she liked.

Exhaling through her nostrils, she rolled back onto her side, shifting uncomfortably once more. The zero suit was snug, if not restrictive -- she wore it on missions for a reason, and it wasn’t because it made doing her job more difficult. Now, though, with her armor seemingly gone forever and even her sidearm mostly inaccessible, she began to doubt the purpose for it. The protective purpose of the second skin-like membrane of azure fabric no longer felt like anything more than something for the other girls to ogle. Something to cling to the shapely slopes of her hips, the flawless pop of her backside, and the full, salivary swell of her breasts. In that way, though, it made sense for this place.

Some of the girls had changed when they’d come here, Samus could see that. More innocent and weak-minded “recruits” such as Princess Toadstool or the mysterious pokemon seemed to take easily to what was expected of them in the nexus, replacing their innocence with simple, flirtatious lust. Others hadn’t needed to change -- Midna in particular seemed to be salacious enough on her own, and showed no signs of being in any way corrupted. She was still playing by her own rules.

Others still had managed to hold onto their values and their reservations, doing what they needed to survive but not letting their base instincts overcome them, no matter how much Bayonetta encouraged it. Zelda was the forerunner of this little sect, clearly, though the relatively quiet Lucina and the demure Rosalina did their best... not that Samus had helped much in retaining the purity of the latter.

The question now, was which group did Samus herself belong to? Certainly not the second. Probably not the third. If it was the first, then she’d have to admit to herself one of two things: that she’d had a darkness in her all along, a perversion that she’d kept locked away until she was forced to acknowledge it; or that Bayonetta had won, and she’d ultimately been corrupted by a dominant hand a little favorable treatment. Something about that made her angry.

Sighing softly, she sat up at the edge of the bed, zipping down the front of her zero suit a little to breathe more easily and taking better stock of the room around her. It was cozy but not incredibly small, perhaps even bigger than the dorm room she’d stayed in when she’d trained with the Academy. A bed just large enough to hold her dominated it, though the robin’s egg walls were devoid of any sort of genuine decoration or personal touch. The closet at the right corner contained a number of replicated versions of Samus’s zero suit, installed just yesterday -- after all, it seemed that the other ones were getting some extremely frequent rips, traditionally around the backside or between Samus’s legs. Who would have thought that one of the bounty hunter’s most iconic pieces of equipment would end up becoming... disposable.

“Samus?”

The bounty hunter blinked, turning her head to the entry of her room. She’d say “door,” except that those didn’t seem to exist for anyone -- just halls and an increasing number of filled dorm rooms. Privacy wasn’t exactly encouraged.

In the doorway was one of the people Samus had the least experience with, though the two had met right when she’d arrived -- the Hartman-hipped, golden-haired, becrowned “princess” known as Peach. Or Toadstool. Samus decided to go with Peach out of convenience’s sake. “Yeah?” she murmured, her fingers fidgeting in slow, circular motions, feeling empty without her sidearm in her hand or an arm cannon mounted onto it. “What is it? Another match?”

“Nope!” Peach said cheerfully as she scooted inside the room, her thin arms holding up a large tray of what appeared to be a cake. “Just dinner time, that’s all. I volunteered.” That big, placid smile on her face was equal parts comforting and unsettling: something that, for once, seemed completely innocent, but improperly so considering the situation all of the girls were in.

Eyeing the princess warily, Samus scooted over to the other side of her bed. “I’d offer you a chair, but... I don’t have any,” she grumbled, patting the bed beside her. “You can sit down here if you want. I could, um... use the company.” There’s such a thing as too much time alone with one’s thoughts. I’m rapidly approaching it.

“That’s fine, none of us do,” Peach said softly, glancing back to the hallway outside briefly before shrugging and sitting down at the edge of the bed beside Samus Aran. Once again, she was clad in a skintight, pink-and-white racing outfit, contrasting considerable with her crown and royal demeanor. The thing was as snug as the zero suit, but even skimpier -- already the temptation to look at Peach in another way was starting to grow overwhelming. Samus eyed her closely, taking specific note of that as she also took the tray, slicing and then guiding a piece of cake to her mouth and chewing as she tried to talk around it -- no, she could hold at least one conversation that didn’t end in hot, sticky, sweaty girlsex. She was sure of it.

“So, the... sports outfit. Kind of un-princess-like, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” the other blonde admitted, sighing softly. It was the first time Samus had seen her looking anything other than blissfully vapid. “Usually I wear the most beautiful pink dress, or did before I came here. The queen insists that I wear this in my downtime instead, since it’s my... what did she call it... oh yes! That’s right! My ‘sluttiest design.’ What do you think of it?”

Samus arched her brow slowly, taking another bite of her slice of cake as she was forced to take stock once again of the “design” in question, hugging tightly to each of Peach’s sleek curves -- her buxom hips, those sleek thighs and perky breasts, just a hint of tasteful cleavage peeking out. Then, of course, the bounty hunter felt her eyes drifting downward even farther, between those comparatively short legs and at the cute little bulge being snugly shrinkwrapped by the tight pink fabric.

Suddenly finding herself with a dry throat and an increasingly tight zero suit, Samus Aran coughed quietly, wiping a little dab of pale pink frosting from her lip. “It’s, um... cute, Peach.” Being decent is getting harder than I expected. Quick, change the subject. Anything. “The cake’s good.”

“You think so?” Peach almost purred, turning her attention more fully to Samus and licking her lips as she watched the bounty hunter eat it. “It’s my special recipe, I used to give it to... my beloved... back in the day.”

“Beloved?” Samus murmured, swallowing and scooting back a little, hoping this would be the opportunity she needed to distract herself from her slowly swelling erection. “You had someone back... before you came here?”

“I did, a man,” Peach said thoughtfully, her voice still as airy as vacant and ever, though those huge blue eyes of hers were reflecting back to something in her past, someone. “I always gave him cake and thought that was what I was all I needed to do. It wasn’t until I came here that I realized I was doing it all wrong.”

“Is that so?” Samus murmured, a bit guarded as Peach tried a piece of her own cake, licking a dab of frosting off of her finger. Dammit, this was about to happen, wasn’t it? Even outside of the arena, it was like this place corrupted people. Had corrupted her. Peach herself appeared to be long gone. “What... did you learn?”

“Well, I learned how to show my appreciation for someone... and my attraction, of course,” Peach smiled widely, her voice so daintily high that it almost hurt Samus’s ears, but she was past the point of no return now, chewing her lip lightly and her eyes fixating on that little glimpse of cleavage. “And that I don’t think Mario was exactly my type.”

“Yeah? And what’s your type, exactly?” Samus asked, her voice going a little hoarse from her throat drying. The cake lay unnoticed by either woman now on the side of the bed, and Peach was scooting a little closer, those eyes locking to Samus’s despite the bounty hunter trying to avert her gaze.

“Well, I’ve been trying new things, you know?” Peach said innocently, finally laying one hand on Samus’s shoulder and getting closer. “Like there’s someone I’ve been seeing around a lot lately. Long legs, super cute haiiiir...” a hand on the shoulder changed to a leg wrapped around Samus’s waist, and then the bounty hunter found herself fully mounted and her heart racing, feeling Peach’s bubble-butt grinding gently against the pillar-shaped bulge in her zero suit. “And she’s really, really, happy to see me.”

Samus bit her lower lip gently, then swallowed hard, shifting her weight against the wall at the head of her bed as her hands reflexively moved to cup Peach’s hips. “You’re not making that any better, Peach.”

“Ohhh, I’m sorry, was that my fault?” the princess gasped in a playful sing-song, squirming purposefully against the huntress and grinding her backside in long, firm strokes against the throbbing girlcock that was trapped under Samus’s zero suit. “Silly me, I really must be more careful about how I conduct myself. After all, that wouldn’t be considered proper behavior for a princess, now would it...?” she punctuated her question with another firm grind against Samus’s shaft, biting her lip in excitement as she felt the hot, pulsing column of flesh rubbing back and forth against her butt, the fabric of her suit just thin enough that she could feel little quivers of pleasure cascading along her tight back entrance..

“S-so, Peach... why did you really come here?” Samus said uneasily, her face flushing, her expression still strained in an attempt to hold back. That was getting harder by the second, along with a certain something else.

“Silly, I already told you I bring cake to those I admire,” Peach cooed, causing Samus to think back as to whether or not the princess had actually said anything like that -- if she had, it had been quite a mixed message. “So...” she continued, leaning in to nibble at Samus’s ear and groping one blue-clad breast, massaging it in slow circles. “What do you say, my knight? Some cake for some cock?”

It had to be the day that Samus was trying to hold back, trying to spend one single day without giving into her baser instincts. Just twenty-four hours without burying her cock in something. That had to be the day that Princess Peach came to her in a painted-on costume and an unquenchable lust for girldick. She couldn’t make it one day.

“Deal,” Samus growled, sitting up fully and flipping Peach onto her back, already starting to unzip the front of her zero suit and climb out of it. No more rips, no more reluctance. If Peach was offering it, Samus was going to take it. Freeing first her full, round tits, the nipples already rock-hard from tension, she sat up further to squirm out of the bottoms, straining to free her throbbing torpedo of a girlcock from its snug constraints and taking no small amount of pleasure from the gasp of mixed horror and wonder that was elicited from Princess Toadstool.

“Oooh, is that for me?” Peach cooed, tilting her head to the side as she got up on all fours, eyeing Samus’s impending dick with an expression of cautious hunger. “It’s... it’s bigger than it looks in the arena....”

“Let’s hope you didn’t bite off more than you can chew, then,” Samus purred, standing in a wide stance at the edge of the bed and reaching forward to take a handful of Peach’s hair, drawing a squeak from the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom. “Here comes the starship.”

With a yank forward on the monarch’s hair, Samus stuffed the tip of her cock past Peach’s lips, drawing another squeal and splutter as she tried to accustom herself to it, quickly finding that she really couldn’t as inch after inch of hot dick was crammed into her mouth. Even were she able to easily adjust to that which was being rapidly forced into her mouth, she wouldn’t have a chance to -- Samus wasted no time in pressing her hips forward, her cocktip throbbing as it pressed against the back of Peach’s throat and then, finally, down the long, narrow hole, creating a little bulge in the princess’s throat as she spluttered and gagged, her eyes rolling back into her head in what could have been either ecstasy, suffocation, or both.

“Mmmmmpphhllkk... pphmmm...!!”

“What, Peachy? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Samus chewed her lip and drew back a little, letting the princess gasp for breath before cramming her cock back into her mouth, pushing in until her hips pressed against Peach’s lips. The huntress couldn’t help but shudder with pleasure as her cock was coated in drool, the sensation of Peach’s tongue fruitlessly squirming and slithering around the massive invader only making things more exciting. From the look on Peach’s face, the answer wasn’t exactly what Samus had been expecting -- pleasure and arousal was clear on her face.

Drawing back once more, the huntress gave Peach just long enough to actually answer, first gasping and then cooing with a fuck-drunk lust in her nonetheless ditzy voice. “Oh, my, yes! There’s a reason I’m always letting myself get kidnapped...” she panted softly for a moment, groping her wet pink lips around the crown of Samus’s dick for a moment before continuing, catching her breath. “Then again, you make King Koopa look gentle.”

So that’s how it was. Peach had seen that one of the girls who was brought in was actually a warrior, and it turned her on. Samus couldn’t blame her for that. Not that it meant she’d go easy on the curvy princess. “Yeah, well... maybe I just come from a harsher world.” Grinding her drool-slick girlcock across Peach’s face, the huntress reached down to tear away that little pink top, freeing Peach’s perky “peaches” and then reaching down once more, her grasp just as rapid and rough as before as she tore away the princess’s bike shorts, causing a brief squeal of surprise and discomfort followed by a husky groan of redoubled arousal.

“Mmmnn, gonna have you way with me, my huntress?” Peach purred, biting her lip and leaning back, spreading her legs to give Samus a clearer look at what she’d be rewarded with -- a perky little bubble butt barely concealing the narrow pink entrance beneath, and crested by a rock-hard girlcock that, while it wasn’t quite as large as Samus’s was (especially with its new enhancements), was as stiff as any dick the bounty hunter had ever seen. The thing throbbed and wobbled visibly from arousal, a little bit of roughhousing and deep-throating seemingly all Peach needed to get positively desperate with desire. “Gonna take me to another castle?”

“...What does that mean?” Samus Aran grunted, arching one thin gold brow before shaking it out of her head. If she took the time to learn the history and mythos of every character in the nexus, she wouldn’t have any time to get her dick wet -- and that, above all, was currently what she was interested. “Nevermind.”

Setting one knee at Peach’s side, now it was Samus’s turn to do the groping, straddling the blonde princess and pressing her cock lengthwise against Toadstool’s -- then grabbing and lustfully massaging one handful of breast as she pushed her hips forward. A cry of ecstasy escaped Peach’s precum-slick lips at the sensation of that slow, steady grinding, enough to drive her wild without quite yet driving her over the edge. A tease, but such a wonderful tease, the outer skin of her girlcock shifting back and forth as Samus’s hot, pulsing dick rubbed against hers. She went on like that for only a moment before the bounty hunter reached down with her free hand, still groping and squishing Peach’s tit while the other wound its way around both sizeable shafts, squeezing them together more firmly and starting to stroke them.

“Nnn... oh, goodness gracious me!” Peach wailed out, wrapping her legs around Samus’s waist and clawing helplessly at her back, her breathing picking up even more now as the amazonian bounty hunter’s grip started to tighten, her pumping starting to move a little faster now. Samus herself was holding on a little better, keeping her pulse steady as she rubbed and stroked those two throbbing pillars of flesh against each other, still grinding her hips forward -- but she herself was having difficulty not cumming, so anxious and horny now, giving in completely to the baser urges that she’d been doing her best not to let totally overwhelm her. A lot of work for nothing.

Letting out a bestial cry of pleasure, Samus squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her body fully against Peach’s, her tits squishing against the other blonde’s as she grinded her cock hungrily against the other, letting Peach’s own wail of delight flood her ears as the both of them gave in to climax -- the first of the evening, but far from the last. Jet after jet of thick, creamy spunk shot between them, coating stomachs and breasts and dicks and making a warm, sizzling, sticky mess of creamy whiteness between the two of them. Samus leaned in to lock lips with the ditzy princess as she rode through her orgasm, shuddering and twitching as her tongue swirled eagerly around Peach’s... but she was far from done. Now, the beast had been awoken.

No sooner had Samus finished panting away the brief spell of exhaustion from her recent eruption -- Peach still doing the same -- she was starting to guide her cock downward, sliding it along the length of the princess’s, between her balls, and across her taint before prodding the throbbing, hungry tip of her girldick against the pristine little royal anus she’d been so carelessly offered. If Peach wanted Samus to let loose, she was going to see exactly that.

“Wait... you’re... not done...?” Peach asked innocently, big blue eyes blinking shyly as she felt the tip of that monstrous girlthing prodding aggressively at her asshole, already threatening to pierce it from the rhythmic, frisky rocking of the bounty hunter’s hips.

“Not even close, princess,” Samus purred, leaning down to lightly kiss at Peach’s stiffened nipple, licking a little strand of cum off of it -- enough to draw a soft moan and relax the princess’s puckered entrance, allowing the bounty hunter to thrust herself inside with a wet squelching sound... one immediately followed by a wail of pain and anal ecstasy.

“NnnnngghhaAAAAHH... Ooooohhhhhhh~!” Peach wailed out, seeming almost dazed by the sudden penetration once she had time to adjust to it, her tits bouncing a little with each deep, smooth thrust of Samus Aran’s cock up her ass, her own free-floating boner bobbing and tensing every few seconds when a particularly rough thrust would enter her. “I-in there... my, S-Samus... that’s... very improper....”

Samus couldn’t tell whether it was supposed to be an ironic tease or whether the girl really was this dense. Either seemed equally possible. Whichever it was was ultimately unimportant -- Samus wasn’t particularly interested in Peach’s company or conversation so much as blowing a load of spunk inside of her colon. Considering the princess’s vapid squeals of bliss, that’s exactly what Peach wanted too.

Drawing back slowly, Samus relished the little groan of pleased disappointment as she slid her cock all the way out of Peach’s ass, admiring the (relatively minor) amount of damage she’d already done before cramming it back inside, Peach’s scream of delight echoing through Samus’s room and the hallway without, audibly waking up several of the other girls with sounds of either curiosity or annoyance. She pressed her lips back to Peach’s hard, more a show of passion and dominance than genuine affection, despite having no real ill will towards the princess -- Samus just needed something to invest herself in, something to cling to as she rutted her hips back and forth, picking up her pace with each frenzied thrust into the princess’s snug ass, surprisingly tight considering how adorably slutty the Mushroom monarch appeared to be.

“Fffffuck...” Samus growled out, leaning down to lick and then softly bite at one of Peach’s nipples, drawing another squeal of excitement amidst the many high-pitched wails of delight, the princess’s back arching as she squirmed and bucked, her own cock bouncing and flexing as she took thrust upon thrust upon thrust of hard dick up her ass, Samus’s thick rod prodding against the twitching button inside of her, then grinding, before unknowingly beginning to ruthlessly pummel the tensing node of pleasure.

“O-oh! My! Stars! And! Garters!” Peach squealed out, her eyes widening as she was drilled, feeling Samus’s hips slam against her little bubble butt each time that pillar of girlcock would drive back inside of her, leaving her feeling so full and blissful, only to draw back once more and make her whimper out with lustful need. Her yelps then suddenly froze into a long, silent scream, her mouth forming into an open O as her entire body tensed and twitched, on the edge of an intense climax -- and Samus wasn’t letting up, one hand on Peach’s shoulder and the other roughly fondling her breast, her throbbing girlcock rocketing in and out, slamming against Peach’s panic button until she finally exploded.

Long, sticky ropes of hot spunk shot out of Peach’s own shaft as her tight back entrance clenched around Samus’s invading one, holding it firmly and spasming around it as the princess made a mess of her own, adding even more to the creamy coating of cum and sweat that slicked the front of Peach and Samus both. Adding even more to the mixture allowed Samus to rut and pump more quickly, slippery breasts rubbing and sliding against each other frantically as the combination of three hefty loads of spunk created a slip n’ slide effect.

Peach’s silent banshee’s wail finally faded in to a helpless scream of pleasure and oversensation as Samus didn’t let up, instead only turning the princess by her shoulder so that she laid on her side, giving the bounty hunter a new angle with which to pin and drill the ditzy little ruler who’d so thoughtlessly offered herself to the woman on the brink of a moral and sexual breakdown. Staggered moans and whimpers were finally eclipsed by the huntress’s own roar of climax, shooting a few thick, gooey bursts of seed into the princess’s overstuffed anus, enough that a few extra thrusts sent a few creamy spurts of it shooting out of her stretched hole to splatter across the bed.

Samus would need to put in a request to have that cleaned, if anyone listened. If not, she’d just stay in someone else’s bed... it didn’t seem like as bad of an idea now as it might have thirty minutes ago.

Closing her eyes for a moment and catching her breath once more, Samus slowly drew back, pawing at one of her own full, round tits and massaging the creamy coating of cum into it, admiring the sight of Peach spasming and cooing on the sheets of her small bed, clearly having gotten everything she’d wanted. That cock of hers was still as rigid as ever, pulsing contently with the anal orgasm that had just been forced through it, her prostate buzzing with blissful satisfaction... and that throbbing shaft looking unusually appetizing to Samus Aran. Admittedly, it was the one thing she hadn’t gotten to have much fun with.

“What, you aren’t done, are you?” Samus teased, biting her lip and tweaking her own nipple a little bit, the small spike of excitement causing her own shaft to start lifting back to life. “I thought you said you liked being captured and abused? I certainly hope two orgasms isn’t your limit.”

“I... of course not...” the princess murmured, panting softly as she looked up to the bounty hunter, one hip popped out to the side, her remarkable figure glistening with their mixed juices and discharges. It was only a moment of acting shy before Peach’s eyes began to wander, then become fixated on the set of perfect, glistening breasts. It made her member throb a little, standing up once more despite its apparent exhaustion, and it didn’t take long for Samus to notice it.

“Oh? These are what you’re interested in, little princess?” the huntress purred, squishing her tits together playfully and sliding them against each other, so messy with sweat and spunk that they may as well have been completely covered in baby oil, not even the slightest bit of friction between the two buoyant orbs. “You wouldn’t be the first to take an interest....”

Fuck, what am I saying? I’m becoming what Bayonetta wants me to be. Maybe a little bit of self-control might be nice, Samus. Her thoughts had no bearing on the actions of her body, however, as Samus grabbed Peach by her ankles and yanked her forward, leaving a streak of cum trailing from the princess’s creampied backside as she perched the other blonde at the edge of the bed, kneeling generously in front of her. A few delicate kisses warmed the princess up with a contented moan before Samus pushed her chest firmly against the twitching shaft, drawing another squeak of delight and excitement.

“Oh... that’s... very nice...” Peach cooed, her eyes fluttering shut as Samus’s slick breasts closed around her girldick, squeezing gently around it and starting to slide up and down, the princess’s hips squirming upwards a little into the valley of soft, creamy flesh, humping anxiously as Samus “rewarded” the exhausted princess with her chest. She started off slow at first, shifting her chest forward a little to glide back and forth along Peach’s lap, smirking when the wet tip of her girlcock would peek out from between the bounty hunter’s generous cleavage. Slow, almost torturously slow... but gaining speed before very long.

“You like that, you weird slut?” Samus purred, licking lightly at the crown of Peach’s girldick as she slid her tits faster up and down its length, the poor throbbing thing growing increasingly rosy as it was squished and massaged between that pair of big, soft breasts, Samus’s tongue teasing lightly along the tip as she embraced the urges and desires that she’d been feeling with increasing intensity since arriving here.

Maybe it was Bayonetta herself’s influence, or perhaps it was something about the nexus, or maybe it was just something that had long been lurking within Samus herself -- but it had been happening to the other girls as well, and now, the Federation mercenary felt like she could keep going all day, all night, all week... however long was necessary for her to feel satisfied. And in this corral of beautiful women, Samus felt like a coyote in a proverbial henhouse.

“Omigosh! Faster! So close! Didn’t th-think I could... g-go... agaaaaaaiinnn...!” Peach wailed out, one hand making a fist in the sheets and the other gripping Samus’s ponytail tightly as the bounty hunter pumped her breasts up and down tight and fast, squeezing them together around Peach’s cock and forcing them upward like she was trying to squeeze toothpaste from a tube. In this case, of course, the toothpaste was Peach’s third climax of the evening, and its destination was the same approximate place the last two had ended up -- shooting upward, splattering across Samus’s face before further, secondary bolts fell down to pool in the huntress’s cleavage.

“Not bad for your third shot,” Samus teased, biting her lip and finally releasing Peach’s rod from her cleavage, lightly swiveling her tits back across it to smear the sticky cream around them, creating a frothy river that was clinging to her soft skin. Sitting side-saddle on the bed and still groping one of her breasts, the amazonian mercenary purred “Now, since you seem to like cumming on my tits so much, who’s going to clean this up? Lick the icing off the cake?”

With a shy, tired, visibly satisfied smile, Peach crawled up onto her hands and knees, breathing softly as she slowly trailed her tongue up along Samus’s cleavage, moaning quietly at the taste of her own spunk mixed with the huntress’s sweet sex sweat. A long lick led to her gathering a good bit on her tongue, snaking it back into her mouth to swallow as she nuzzled and pawed at Samus’s creamy tits, smearing it over her face.

Reaching down to fondle the bounty hunter’s girlcock, Peach continued to lovingly lick and swallow, almost fuck-drunk as she slurped up the coating of cum she’d left pooled between Samus’s breasts, occasionally punctuating her quiet coos and licks with soft, satisfied sighs. “You get your fill?” Samus murmured, tangling her hand through Peach’s hair as she was dutifully “cleaned”... then looking back down to notice that Princess Toadstool was fully unconscious, the amount of attention she’d just gotten having had been the most rigorous and enjoyable since the last time she’d been taken and forcibly sodomized by Bowser’s dragon cock. While perhaps not as exotic, Samus’s had been every bit as delightful.

“Asleep. Well, at least I don’t have to share the cigarette I don’t have,” Samus sighed, licking her lips and looking up at the hallway, many faces of different “combatants” looking at her with expressions ranging from curiosity to open arousal. “What? One of you want a piece of Samus Aran?” She smirked, lowering her voice to a promising growl. “Bring it on.”