Legend Of Zelda Fan Fiction / Metroid Fan Fiction / Super Mario Bros. Fan Fiction ❯ The Super Smash Sisters ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Smash Bros., Legend of Zelda, Metroid, or anything else owned by Nintendo. Period. Also, this is more written for smut than dramatic plotline, so be warned. It's different than what I usually write.

 

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The Super Smash Sisters

 

Chapter 1

 

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She wasn't sure why she did this every night, or even completely how it started. But looking into those bright blue eyes, filled to the brim with eagerness, Princess Zelda did her best to push wandering thoughts to the back of her mind and concentrate fully on the woman before her.

 

Peach leaned back against the headboard of her luxurious, king-sized bed with a childish smile pulling at her luscious, pink lips, matching the overwhelming pink theme of her bedsheets and overhanging translucent curtains. Her cute features seemed to glow with the dim candlelight, that one, flickering bead of fire atop the nightstand the only source of light left in the afterhours of the Mushroom Kingdom's castle. The sun had been long gone for quite sometime, and now the forlorn princess was ready for her nightly lovemaking; it having become nearly a ritual now in the past couple weeks. Peach had never married, far too wary, or rather, indecisive, to decide on a groom to rule her kingdom. Mario had saved her time and time again, but it was clear he was better off being an average plumber- at least, that was the way he put it. Yet, still, from all their time together through the years, it was obvious to anyone in the kingdom that they were lovers- Mario simply wasn't king.

 

Now, however, he was gone. He had been for four days short of a month, and until Zelda began her nightly visits, Peach had become beyond lonely. She hated that she had to stay with her kingdom while he left for the world Smash Bros. tournament, but so was her duty. Unlike Zelda, she didn't have too many worthy subordinates that could take charge while she was gone- she loved her Toads, but one day without her and the land would go to ruins, she was sure of it. Mario had sent word that Bowser was, in fact, at the tournament as well, but she still couldn't allow herself to go visit him.

 

Peach, however, wasn't thinking of Mario now- nor did she anytime the lovely woman before her now was around. She had taken a kind of romantic interest in the more elegant royalty, something she had never pictured happening before two weeks ago. In all honesty, neither had the other princess, but love affairs were more common for her. The fact that she could never be united with her destined love- the Hero of Time, Link- left her hollow in terms of 'love'. She refused to marry, choosing to rule her kingdom alone with the Triforce of Wisdom, until the time came that she must select a worthy successor. That meant an abundance of long nights over the years to come, something she was not obliged to take.

 

Neither woman was thinking of anything else at the moment, however, beyond each other and this specific moment. Each in her own corset, Zelda's complete with long, white stockings, and elbow-high pearl white gloves, they looked into one another's eyes, both gazes conveying anticipation and a hint of oncoming lust as the moment built up in their minds. Zelda crawled along the bed further until her body was hovering over the other princess's bare, pale legs, her gloved fingertips just barely rubbing along her thigh as she moved over her. Peach's lips widened into a small grin as her eyes stayed transfixed on Zelda's darker, navy ones, her legs slowly parting as a greeting for the woman. Zelda, at first, seemed to take the offer well, her face coming ever closer to Peach's, but as the Toadstool Princess closed her eyes, she felt no kiss, but rather, a gentle tug on her crown. Her eyes once again opened to watch the brunette smile genuinely before leaning towards the nightstand at the side of the bed and placing the golden headpiece on it carefully. Leaning just a little bit more, she blew out the candle, making the room almost completely dark before she pulled back to her secret lover, not hesitating to get in a better position and straddle her majesty's hips while wrapping her arms behind her neck and under that mane of beautiful, golden hair.

 

Peach gave a hushed giggle, although she knew there was no need to stay quiet. No one stayed in this part of the castle but her; she wouldn't be bothered until morning. But the secrecy of it all excited her, giving her even more of a thrill to add to the sexual act itself. The Hylian royalty was the only woman she'd ever been with, and would probably be the only woman she'd ever be with. That was need enough to get excited about tonight.

 

At last, Peach felt the gentle brush of soft, female lips, and hers quickly, unhesitatingly pressed back. The peck lingered, each woman breathing in slowly while Peach's gloved hands felt their way around her lover's slender sides and up her back, easing her body closer against her own. Following that lead, Zelda opened her mouth, bringing about the same action as the two kissed once again. It was slow and easy, their tongues carefully feeling around and teasing one another, before gradually becoming deeper as they both longed for a better taste of their new lover.

 

But, like any secret affair, it would not last forever. They both knew that; an eventual ending was inevitable. But comfort for the coming months helped nonetheless. Until Zelda left again in the morning, Peach had her all to herself, for another night of lovemaking. Even if it wasn't true love, it was something. Besides, true love had never seemed to shine on either lady.

 

So far.

 

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'Come on...' Samus Aran tried to lock onto her elusive target through her scanner, but it was nearly impossible the way the little critter moved. It was incredibly small- her arm cannon was probably larger in mass- and ran around like it had just swallowed a bottle of caffeine pills. Its electric attacks weren't particularly potent, but the baby Pokemon was annoying nonetheless.

 

Suddenly, Pichu thrust forward with a high-pitched, “Chuuu!!” Its little body careened towards Samus's much larger, armor-coated body headfirst, and the Chozo-raised hatchling saw her chance. On instinct, she lept upwards, just barely avoiding the attack before making the little fella pay for its blatant mistake with a blow to its head with her solid steel arm cannon. It whimpered, “Pi!” before hitting the ground hard and rolling over itself time and time again, stopping near the edge of the concrete stage and looking to be unconscious. Samus skillfully flipped with a trigger of her spacejump thrusters at the back of her Variasuit, then landed lightly as a feather on the ground and almost instantaneously turned, gun aimed at the unmoving opponent a few meters away.

 

While this chain of events transpired, the crowd, in a few short seconds, had gone from cheering to gasping to cheering again, the majority of them now chanting Samus's name, drowning out the minority who continued yelling for Pichu to persist. Samus hoped it wouldn't- she hated punishing the poor thing like this. It reminded her too much of the creatures she had slain many times before during her mercenary work, and its little cries of pain were almost too much for her.

 

Despite her own silent pleas for it to stay down, Pichu pushed its little body upright, turning to face Samus with a look of sheer determination planted on its little face. Sparks flew weakly from its red cheeks, showing it wasn't going down without a fight.

 

“Sorry, little guy...” Samus whispered within the confines of her armor while Pichu saw nothing but a cold, robotic glare from the design of her suit. Samus aimed her cannon at the Pokemon once more, making Pichu instantly run at her, screaming at the top of its little lungs, “CHUUU!!!!”

 

Samus closed her eyes before pulling the trigger and firing a missile at the charging rodent, ultimately finishing the match. Knowing it impacted without a doubt, and hearing the hush of the crowd, she knew the match was over. Suddenly cheers emanated from the massive audience, once again chanting her name, but she still didn't open her eyes. She simply turned, sighed lightly, and began to walk away. “You shouldn't have joined this battle,” she said as if consoling the poor Pichu.

 

“And the winner is... SAMUS ARAN!!!” Another wave of cheers. Samus hardly noticed.

 

It wasn't her fault she'd been paired up with that specific opponent for her first round, but she still didn't want to do it. The next round, she was sure she'd get a less vulnerable opponent; then she wouldn't feel so bad fighting. If she could finish out this tournament, she could get her payday and go back to her mercenary work; she was sure the Galactic Federation would encounter another problem with those damn Space Pirates soon enough. But until then, she really needed to unwind, and get away from the constant act of killing, something she planned on doing tonight. First, however, she needed to go get ready.

 

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“Oh, oh God... Zelda!!”

 

Peach's normally shrill, acute voice sounded lower and more raspy with abounding lust. It emanated from the back of her throat, announcing to the empty corridor just how utterly overcome she had become with passion. Her head writhed around madly, her luscious, blonde locks following her motions as they lay splattered against her bedspread like golden paint on a bright, pink canvas, all covered in the thick layer of darkness that the night created. Beads of sweat glimmered on her skin like stars in that same darkness, showcasing the subtle movement of her entire body with each thrust her lover made against her. Princess Toadstool was nearly there.

 

Zelda wasn't too far behind, vouching for her third orgasm of the heated night. She watched the adorable princess worm around beneath her, looking so innocently overtaken by the moment while their hot, sweat-drenched bodies beat in rhythm against one another. The blonde lay beneath her, her legs spread open while Zelda held one shapely one against her body to keep her in place while she thrust against her. Both women were fully nude by now, and their libidinous needs only grew exponentially with each passing moment. Peach's eyes seemed to roll back into her head as she closed her eyes and elicited another long, agonized groan over the constant sounds of the squeaking bed, heavy breathing and wet cunts beating against one another almost painfully.

 

Zelda hugged onto the other princess's leg tightly, kissing the incredibly soft calf with multiple pecks, trying to muffle her moans while she ground her own wet, inflamed sex against her lover's, unable to hold back a soft yelp every time their fully enlarged clits came in contact. She began to lose control, just as Peach already had, though she tried to keep to her steady rhythm and make the experience last. Peach, meanwhile, was on the border between pure bliss and insanity, and it showed on her pained yet needy expression. The two mates locked eyes for a moment, completely entranced by one another, before Zelda finished her love off, bracing herself in a hunched over position to better grind against her womanhood. That grinding, however, became more of a hard pounding as the sounds of wet skin beating together grew louder, though still overshadowed by Peach's cries.

 

“Zelda--! ZELDA!!!” The princess's eyes rolled back in a sudden, hard movement, as if experiencing total meltdown while her mind tried to process the very feeling without shutting down. Her mouth stayed wide open with nothing coming out; she seemed stuck in that moment in time while her whole body froze in its arched position beneath her female lover. She released once more, letting go and allowing the immense wave of gratification shower her from head to toe. Zelda continued her motions despite this, though now considerably slower and harder as she pounded their throbbing beads together, and soon cumming afterward with a much louder reaction. Her cries filled the empty corridor, loud enough for anyone to hear, had there been anyone around to hear it.

 

Soon after, the Hylian collapsed, her slender, sweat-covered body falling upon her fellow princess's elegant form, where they rested from their respective orgasms. Their bodies intertwined and glistening with sweat, the two secret lovers lay there, their only motions being the heaving of their chests to match their rampant breaths. Not a word was spoken for the rest of the night; there was nothing to say. The pleasure now subsided, neither woman wanted to confront the ugly truth that this was simply one in a series of one night stands, a cop-out for their lack of love within their own lives. Neither was disillusioned enough to believe this to be love, but also, neither was about to risk ending it.

 

As they drifted into sleep, neither princess could help but think of someone besides the person she was sleeping with.

 

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It felt good to really get refreshed for the first time in awhile. The life of a bounty hunter wasn't exactly a pleasant one, Samus mused, as she finished up shaving her legs for the first time in weeks; as disgusting as it seemed, she really had no reason to keep them silky smooth when she had no one to impress. The majority of her life was spent within the confines of that suit, a feeling she had grown all too familiar with to the point that walking around freely without it on seemed to be an abnormality. The Variasuit was, in fact, one of the most fascinating pieces of technology in the universe, but, as she dealt with it on a daily basis, that was easy for her to forget at times. She'd come to loathe it from time to time as it began to symbolize her damned life of a bounty hunter, a hero for hire with a galaxy's weight on her shoulders every time she was on call. That was her life without exaggeration. It was a lonely, stressful and overall dismal lifestyle, but it was what she was best at, the only real skill she possessed.

 

Samus grazed her newly shaven legs with her fingertips as she sat on the cold, closed toilet seat of her hotel suite bathroom, nude from head to toe as she simply bathed in the welcomed fresh air. She closed her eyes and heaved a long sigh, becoming almost entranced with her own long, smooth legs. They were one of her best attributes, long, shapely and muscular enough to both show her strength and femininity; it was the perfect mixture for a sexually stimulating look. The rest of her body fit the same description, thought almost no one knew it but her. Her lengthy, golden blonde locks fell around her now dry body while itself still damp from her earlier shower, just lightly covering her chest, which hardly needed support at all. Her abs were just as defined as her legs, obviously there but not inflating to a body-builder's size. Her physique came from a lifetime of adventuring, of fighting for her life time and time again, yet her original, more cutesy features remained intact, giving her her overall sexy appeal. Her skin was soft and healthy as a newborn's, probably also due to the hyperbolic time chamber capacities of her Chozo-made suit of armor. She was by no means a nudist, but when she was free to wander outside the confines of her works uit, she often loved to just prance around in the nude and enjoy it.

 

Samus again opened her eyes as she stretched her now-smooth-as-silk legs outward, still examining her handiwork as she extended and curled her toes, then softly planted her feet on the cold, bare marble floor, her lips curling into a satisfied smile while a low, “Mmmm...” emanated from her throat. At last, she'd had enough of her private time- it was time to go get some action. Her body now fully shaved and sexy, she stood from the toilet seat and sauntered to the sink and mirror to, rather impatiently, dry her hair.

 

She'd come to grips with it by now; in her off time, that is, when she wasn't fighting for a planet's future and her own existence, she would finally let go of her isolated lifestyle to satisfy her personal needs. It may not be the textbook way of going about it, but nothing about her life was what one would commonly call 'normal'. She had no time for a relationship, or any type of commitment, really. At first, she felt slutty; now, she rather looked forward to any off time she could get.

 

“You need a penis soooo bad,” she told her reflection as she fiercely blowdried her hair, wishing now she had gotten haircuts more regularly to keep it above her shoulders. She laughed some at her own comment while she thought more deeply on the subject, remembering that it had been close to four months since her last man, the GF operative on Norion. He wasn't even that good, at least that she remembered, but it could very well have had to do with her lack of recent experience. She hoped that wasn't the case, but it did make her wonder. He seemed to really enjoy it, anyway.

 

Samus finished drying her hair and finally set the blowdryer down, combing her hair with her fingers to make sure it was nice and smooth, just like her legs. Satisfied, she whipped her head around to feel her mass of hair fly around her, a seductive smile planted on her lips as she watched the strands of gold fall once more against her bare shoulders. “Sammy, you're looking good.” Her smile widened even more, her eyes still trying to seduce her own reflection. “I'll bet you're getting laid tonight.”

 

She'd grown used to conversing with herself; it may seem weird to anyone who didn't understand her lifestyle, but it definitely helped her keep her social skills alive, not to mention her sanity. She gave the mirror one last alluring look, then sauntered out of the bathroom, walking still nude to her closet where she kept her newly bought outfits just for her time off- she had nothing but her Zero Suit and sports apparel to go under her suit aboard her ship, but she had more than enough cash to spend on some nice clothes for her times off, as they seemed way too few and far between. She opened the sliding door and examined her choices, colors ranging all along the rainbow, styles ranging even more. Samus was by no means a material girl, but with only a month or less to impress, having every choice available would seem ideal.

 

At last, she decided on a sort of Latin dance dress with spaghetti-straps and a draped neckline for some cleavage exposure- not too revealing, but just enough to gain the boys' attention. It was pure white with a dipped back, some sexy cross cut-outs and rhinestone accents just for the sparkling effect. It had a high asymmetrical-cut flutter hem skirt, once again enough to attract attention but not scream, “whore!” “This'll do just fine,” Samus mused as she held it up against her body, confirming the statement with a look in the dresser mirror on the opposite side of the room. With a schoolgirl smile, she pranced back into the bathroom to finish up before her night on the town.

 

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