The sight of Kootie Pie Koopa stomping out of Eggland was a sight to behold. The scaly mass of blubber was jiggling all over. Every thunderous step she took caused her belly, breasts and all the rest of her fat to wobble around. Even her huge ass cheeks smacked together as she stomped, shaking to-and-fro every step she took. The only thing not enticing about the fat princess was the nasty scowl on her face, which ruined her beauty completely.

“Hey lovely, what’s shaking?” Laughed a deep, haughty voice who was getting the full view from behind Kootie Pie.
Growling, Kootie Pie turned to tear the joker behind her a new one, but the second she saw whom it was her expression softened. Shifting her expression into a pout, she crossed her flabby arms under her even flabbier breasts. “About time you showed up, I thought you might have, like, abandoned the job or something. I was worried I might have to track you down and eat you for your, like total, betray.”

“I’m sure eating me would have torn you up inside.” Kootie Pie snorted at the sarcastic tone of her companion. She knew Kootie Pie didn’t like her, she was pushy, proud and only thought of herself, all things that Kootie Pie hated. Why couldn’t she be more like her, pleasantly assertive, rightfully self-righteous and so perfect that the world revolved around herself?

“Anyway, I came to see why you haven’t teleported back to the Mushroom Kingdom. We still got a lot of work to do.”

“I’m going,” Kootie Pie whined, not liking the tone her companion was using. Just because she was fat didn’t mean she was lazy. She had already eaten so many heroes, while all the big chested bimbo had eaten where some black hedgehog and some red thing with dreadlocks. She thinks the red thing might have been called an enchilada, or is that a Mexican dish?

“Well don’t, after being played by Tails, I think it’s better I take over. You sit your royal ass down and get a pedicure or something. I’ll show you how a real pro handles things.”

Gritting her teeth, Kootie Pie felt a retort coming on, but stopped herself from saying anything at the last second. If she wanted to finish the job and eat all the heroes, who was Kootie Pie to stop her? Sitting her ass down and working on her nails sounded a lot more fun then chasing down a bunch of furry freaks. Revenge on the two tails freak could wait, Kootie Pie was going to make him suffer long and hard for making a fool out of her. His time would come, for now, she’d let little Miss jewel thief take over, at least for now.

“Okay, like, go. But be careful, they’re really tricky.”

“I’m sure they have to be geniuses to outsmart someone like you.” Flapping her puny little winds, Kootie Pie’s partner in crime slowly started to rise, her humongous bulk being lifted up a few feet from the ground. In a flash, she was gone, just like Kootie Pie had disappeared back on the golf course. Alone, Kootie Pie grinned, she might not be getting the princess, but her partner would. Peach would be just another roll of fat soon and then the final part of the plan could begin. The heroes will be all gone and Kootie Pie would get her well-deserved reward. Everything was looking up for her.

“Like hold a sec, did she like totally insult me?”




“Can we talk?”

Back in the Mushroom Kingdom, Peach had gone in search of Samus the second the match ended. She wanted to go find Sonic, get his opinion on her victory and find out if he was pleased. Getting praised by her first lover was important, but not as important as finding out if she had ended a friendship. In the Smash Bros. Tournament, all friendships were nonexistent. Friends fought friends, Protectors fought the ones they protected and no mercy was shown to woman or child alike. It was brutal, but all done in good fun, no grudges and no hurt feelings. At least, Princess Peach hoped so.

“Sure talk,” Samus quickly said, not looking up at Peach. The Space bounty hunter had stripped off her suit and was in her blue zero costume. Peach tried to hide it, but seeing Samus in the skintight enticing outfit stirred up her desire for her friend. She wanted to ravage the other woman, but put that feeling on hold. At least for a little while.

“I came to see if you were angry about…” Peach drifted off. How was she supposed to say blasting you out my ass like a cannon ball without making it sound bad? Sonic sure had liked it, but that had been after sex and Sonic was a really kinky guy. Peach wasn’t sure Samus would feel the same way.

“About the way you won? Forget about it. Every competitor has their own way to victory and sometimes they get a little inventive. You used your size to win, nothing wrong with that. I’d never stop being friends with someone just because they want to win. Nothing you can do would make me want to stop being your friend.” Samus stood up, smiling at Peach and embraced the other girl. Her smaller body sank into Peach’s bigger one, partially disappearing into the fat.

Peach hugged Samus back, feeling so grateful that Samus was so understanding. She had been afraid, good friends were hard to come by and Peach didn’t want to lose this one. Sighing softly, Peach whispered something under her breath. “Would you still be my friend if you knew how much I want to screw you silly.”

“What?” Samus pulled away from the hug, staring at Peach questionably. Peach averted her eyes, she hadn’t meant to say that, not out loud. She had just dodged a bullet, only to shoot herself in the foot. She was so stupid!

“Peach, did you just say you want to screw me?” Samus asked slowly, looking very dubiously at a heavily sweating Peach. The fatter blond didn’t know what to say right now. Laugh it off as a mistake and be utterly humiliated or tell the truth and potentially destroy a friendship. She knew hiding her growing lust wouldn’t help, Samus would notice the discrete stares and figure it out eventually. Better to get it over with, hopefully Samus wouldn’t be too disgusted.

“That’s what I said,” Peach weakly replied, waiting for Samus to do something. Before Peach could register what was happening, Samus was kissing her. the thinner women mashed her lips into Peach’s mouth, hungrily kissing her with such passion that Peach froze. Samus’s tongue was inside her mouth, probing around like a mini explore. There was no response from Peach until Samus reached behind her and grabbed a handful of the colossal booty that had beaten her earlier. Peach started kissing back, but by then it was almost over. Samus lightly pulled back a second later, a strand of saliva connecting their lips even after the kiss ended. There was a smile on Samus’s face, not the playful, friendly smile she usually had, but a more lewd grin.

“It’s about time you got out of your shell Peach. I was starting to think you might be some kind of female eunuch.”

“I was pretty bad before, I never even thought about kissing another girl until Amy planted one on me,” Peach confessed with a blush, not questioning her good luck. Samus was a pervert, just like her. Things were looking good for the horny princess.

“Come on! Your room, no clothes, lots of screaming.”

Dragging the bigger girl along, Samus raced to Peach’s bedroom. Now with her own lewd grin, Peach quickly caught up. Seemed that her lewdness was contagious and Samus had caught it. They bounty hunter was positively excited as she raced towards the empty room to start messing around. The girl had a libido, Peach never would have guessed with that masculine armor she wore. Knowing she was going to be with her first person besides Sonic and Amy filled Peach with her own excitement. Her teachers had taught her much, but it was time she became a master. She was going to make Samus cum until she couldn’t stand up, just like Sonic would do.