The two combatants stared at each other from across the battlefield. The Peach Vs. Samus match was being contested on the Final Destination stage, a large floating platform surrounded by nothing but darkness. The battle was being televised so that anyone could watch the epic battle. Knowing that Sonic, Amy and all her friends were watching gave Peach even more of a desire to win. She wanted to show everyone that the damsel was dead and the kick-butt princess had replaced her.

“I can’t believe you,” Peach deadpanned as she stared at Samus crossly as she waited for the fight to start. Peach crossed her arms under her huge breasts, pouting cutely at her opponent to hide her disappointment. Peach was in her size tenX dress, which tightly clung to her royal body. She had wanted to go into the fight looking regal while also sexy. Peach managed to accomplish that, unlike Samus.

“What did I do?” Samus asked her voice muffled by the red Helmut covering her face. Before coming to the stage, Samus had slipped into her power suit, turning her from smoking hot blond to red, angry robot. Peach had been looking forward to fighting Samus in her full body zero suit. It would have given her a chance to feel up the girl under the pretense of scuffling with her before trying to seduce her. Grabbing Samus with a bear hug was not going to be half as fun with her soft, sexy body hidden under her armor.

Before Peach could scold Samus for denying her and the viewers full views of her body, the match started and the intergalactic bounty hunter made her first move. Without warning, Samus let out a charge shot, sending a ball of electricity shooting towards Peach. Seeing the painful attack heading towards her, Peach leaped to her side, nearly getting clipped by Samus’s attack. Not giving her any slack, Samus started firing more charge shots, each one Peach dodged nimbly.

Samus lifted up her blaster arm, still smoking from the energy it dispensed, and let out a laugh. “Good to see all that fat hasn’t slowed you down.”

“You know nothing can stop me!” Peach boasted, while at the same time trying not to start wheezing and panting from fatigue. All her dodging had worn her out in seconds, her body was reacting just as well as it did before she got fat, but it took more energy for her to move. If Samus continued shooting at her, Peach was going to be too tired to move, much less fight back.

“We’ll see about that,” Samus muttered and through her visor, Peach saw a grin plastered over the blonds face. Pointing her blaster back at Peach, a missile shot out this time, racing towards the Mushroom Kingdom royalty. Again, Peach dodged, but this time Samus was ready for her. As Peach moved, Samus leaped over her and curled herself into a ball. As she flew over Peach, small bombs rained down onto the unsuspecting girls head. Peach looked up in time to get a face full of fire as the bomb exploded around her.

“AAARRRRGGGG!” Peach shielded her face with her hands as she backed away; smoke wafting from her head from the explosions. Samus landed across from her, watching Peach fan the fumes coming off her. Turning furiously to Samus, Peach grit her teeth. None of the damage done during these fights was permanent, but it was still a real dick move to bomb someone in the face. Samus was going down and Peach knew just how to do it.

Preparing herself, Peach watched as Samus aimed at her with her blaster. If Samus had one weakness, it was how predictable she was. She would use the same move over again if it worked once and that was how Peach was going to beat her. Lining up her attack, another missile went flying towards Peach. Dodging like before, Peach kept her eyes on Samus as she jumped into the air and started to roll herself into a ball. Before she could release her bombs, Peach leaped up herself and twirled her body, hurling her backside towards Samus. Her larger size increased her velocity and Peach rammed her giant pink booty right into the compacted bounty hunter.

Feeling something connect with her huge backside, Peach shifted her weight downwards and modified her standard attack. Ironically, she was combining her Peach Bomber with the Bowser Bomb, turning her enemies attack into her own. Peach slammed her huge ass down with Samus still trapped in ball mode underneath her. A sonic boom echoed around the platform as the whole structure shook as Peach came down.

“Told you nothing can stop me,” Peach laughed as she slowly, lumbered up to her feet. After that slam, Samus would be lucky if she can walk, much less fight. All Peach had to do now was knock her off the platform and win the fight, and after that blow all it would take is a light slap to send Samus flying. Back on her feet, Peach turned to where she’d been sitting, expecting to see a battered Samus, but instead got nothing.

“Samus?” Peach gasped and spun around. Had she missed her target? Was Samus hiding ready to strike her down and win the fight? Anxiously, Peach looked around her for Samus, knowing there was nowhere the bounty hunter could hide, but like before, Samus was nowhere to be seen. Blinking, the only answer Peach could come up with was that Samus must have been knocked off the platform and the announcement of her victory was being long-drawn-out. It was the only answer Peach could come up with until she felt something move between her ass cheeks.

Reaching behind her back, Peach grabbed her huge, blubbery ass and felt them vibrate from something sifting around between them. The princess became flush as she realized where Samus was hiding. Slamming her ass down had sent the curled up Samus deep into her butt crack, trapping her in a wedgie of Peach’s own doing. Samus was now buried between Peach’s doughy butt cheeks, trying to uncurl herself, but finding herself stuck. The bounty was rapped in pure ass.

“Nice,” Peach purred, running her hands over her bulbous ass, but not pulling them apart. Samus was trapped and that was just how Peach wanted her. Now she could dispose of Samus any way she wished. She couldn’t pull her enemy into her rectum like she had with Sonic without ripping her dress. Pulling her free and swallowing her didn’t sound too fun, Samus’s armor probably tasted terrible. Peach had to throw Samus off the stage and just like that, an idea came to her. Thank God, she had eaten beans earlier.

Hunching forward, Peach concentrated, focusing all of her might on her ass. Gritting her teeth, Peach built up as much gas in her colon as she could. She had never done anything this vulgar before and she wondered how some people would react. Some would find this disgusting, but she knew a few might find this as funny a way to win as she did. She only hoped Sonic had the same sense of humor as she did.

Unable to contain herself any more, Peach let out the loudest and ripest fart she could muster. After years of being a proper, sweet princess unable to let out even a tiny toot, she had a lot built up.

PPPPHHHHHHHOOOOOOOTTTTTT!!!!

Out of Peach’s ass flew Samus, followed by a cloud of noxious fumes that quickly covered the platform like a smelly mist. Peach watched Samus go flying out between her ass like a cannon ball, heading towards the stratosphere at mach-5 speed. Peach watched her friend go, hoping that helmet Samus wore protected her from poisonous gasses. Samus was gone, Peach had won, but it had been a costly victory. Peach winkled her nose at the foul smell that had come from her ass. The smell would linger on this platform for years. No one would be able to use it without gagging. Breathing in her fetid odor, Peach felt strangely proud. No one would ever view her as a frail flower again. She was a tough, crud and sexy princess that could beat you with her butt or her farts.

“How do you like me now!?” Peach cried out as loud as she could. Let the world know, she doesn’t take any prisoners. And as she vanished from the stadium, Peach didn’t worry about her image or the reaction of her friends. All she considered was how Samus’s humiliating lose would effect her chances of bagging the bounty hunter Samus. After seeing her curl her whole body up into a tight ball, Peach was eager to see how flexible Samus was off the battlefield and in the bedroom.