Dec 11th: Super Smash Bros. - Sweaty Goddess

It had started so innocently.

Wii Fit Trainer was starting up a work out regime for the ladies of the fighting group. They’d all asked her to start just before bikini season started, a few of the princess types thinking they were getting a little too curvy around the edges after a few too many Maxim Tomatoes and Super Spicy Curries. It was the sort of thing Wii Fit was used to from her home universe. Get the ladies started on stretches and a weight lifting regime before transitioning to a jog around Spiral Mountain, then a relaxing stretch at the Wii Fit Studio. An easy job. Simple. Almost impossible to screw up.

So what went wrong?

In a word… Palutena.

“My my my, you mortals are certainly ravenous aren’t you?” She giggled, stroking Samus’ hair as she licked Palutena’s armpit repeatedly.

It wasn’t instant. Who was to know that a Goddess’ sweat was basically an aphrodisiac to mortals? They’d been stretching and everyone had started getting a little red in the face. Wii Fit Trainer hadn’t thought anything of it at first, but when they moved to lifting weights she’d started feeling it too.

The tingle of her core being a little too excited. That feeling your nipples are hardening and rubbing against your bra. The urges to find out what smells so good and devote your life to it.

Palutena had arrived in the same garb as the rest. Work out clothes borrowed from the Wii Fit Studio of a tank top and yoga pants combo, though with how small it looked on her WFT thought that maybe this whole thing was purposeful. All the girls had fallen so easily once Palutena was sweating. Turning into animalistic twitching beasts by the time Palutena had started her 50 squats.

Byleth was the first to break. The professor lunging at the goddess and smushing her face into perfectly sculpted abs. At first Byleth just inhaled the heavy heavenly sweat scent from Palutena’s midriff, but she quickly began lapping up whatever liquid she could find. Unashamedly tonguing Palutena for all the girls to see.

It was that break in persona that caused all the dominoes to fall. Five other women instantly swarmed Palutena to try and get a taste of that divine scent in the air.

As said, Samus was drawn to the armpit, boldly and aggressively hunting that taste, she was sucking as hard as she could wherever she thought the highest concentration of Palutena juice was. Peach and Daisy were currently fighting over heavenly rear, their faces smushed together as their tongues battled to lick the sweat around seraphic sphincter. Palutena’s yoga pants pulled down quite far to let Byleth to work her way down and into licking snatch, both under Palutena and inside Palutena as her tongue explored the light goddess’ hole above her. Lastly, Min Min was attacking Palutena’s other armpit. Making much more lewd slurping sounds while filling her head with the musty stench straight from the source. How she was staying so calm and collected with six women all fighting to lick and fondle her was a testament to her godly nature.

A few women couldn’t make it into the pile though. The hormones taking them to just rub up against each other for some sense of relief. Rosalina and Mythra were making out with their hands in each other’s shorts. Mythra’s other half, the heavy hitting Pyra, had one upped her by sixty-nineing Zelda. The princess was being completely dominated by the redhead as she emanated a slight goddess scent from her magical powers and divine protections, similar to Rosalina and why Mythra was growing addicted to her as well.

The only other pile was started when Palutena used an Assist Trophy to summon Phosphora, the cute blonde goddess of lightning who was unaffected by the heavenly stench emanating from Palutena. Had this made her want to stop the fun? Heavens no. Phosphora had been in on this strange plan from the get go, already in her own workout clothes and emitting her own godly sweat, and grabbed the three remaining women from the Fire Emblem universe for her own orgy fun. Currently she was sitting on Lucina’s face while Corrin licked her pussy. Robin sat at the rears of her Emblematic mates and was tasked with making them cum. The tactician wizard had her hands on each of their pussies and pumped her fingers deep into their overly wet slits. Thanking Phosphora for bringing a shocking dildo to keep Robin’s own pleasure vibrating in her core.

Which only left one. Wii Fit Trainer. Standing at the front of the class and trying her best to remain strong.

“N-next… w-we’ll b-be doing…” She tried to talk over the moans and licks of all the women she’d been instructing, “...doing… doing s-sit ups…”

Clearly no one went to push up position. Even Wii Fit Trainer, who fell to her knees but couldn’t move her hand away from her pussy that she was lightly teasing. The only one who responded was one of the two still conscious, “Naww, look at the poor thing, Palutena darling!”

“I know, Phos.” Palutena’s sultry motherly voice purred into the trainer’s mind. Her resistance to that sweet smell crumbling every second. “I always find the resisting ones the most cute. Don’t you?”

From her throne of Fire Emblem women, Phosphora purred in agreement. “It makes the moment they fall so sweet. Go on with you sit ups, Ms Trainer! We’ll see how you do it first!”

The trainer obediently sat, though didn’t begin sit ups straight away. Strain on her porcelain face as her mind fought her hand, the overbearing sweetness in the air forcing the woman to stroke and tease her aching pussy in a hope to quell the fire. The only thing she could do was fall back and rise up, sit ups built into the code of her being… though even while trying to keep her fingers locked behind her head, the disruptive scent made them subconsciously move to her throbbing crotch. It was a battle inside her. Every time her hand got a finger away there would be a new pulse begging her to put it back. Or even worse, increase the tempo. The sit ups were slow, barely one a minute without the white skinned woman getting distracted again, but she was still going. Wii Fit Trainer was quickly becoming an engaging drama for the two goddesses.

“A-and fifty!” WFT finally exclaimed, collapsing onto her back. The red blush on her pure white face was very cute to the two who were still concentrating on her. “R-remember to…to take a-a break… every so often…”

“Oh, sorry! Samus-chan missed that whole thing!” said Palutena, “Her tongue was licking up the sweat on my neck and smelling my hair! Do you mind restarting?”

An intense wave of jealousy ran through WFT. She watched as the blonde bounty hunter was rewarded with Palutena’s perfect neck skin, rewarded with the soft green hair on her nose, and rewarded… with Palutena’s fingers pressing up against her spats. A torrent of liquid was already escaping the tight black fabric, but now the goddess’ long fingers were lightly spreading Samus’ lips through the clothing. Teasing her through the contact, yet also lack of contact. The stoic strong Samus now a quivering mess, and was practically howling at the minimum stimulation. Though it was getting hard to see her pussy once Min Min dove her head to lick at Palutena’s fingers. The ramen chef certainly knew how to slurp.

The best trainer in the world started her sit ups again, knowing it was a futile endeavour. The rest of the moans of the room were clearly distracted, clearly far more busy in licking the two goddesses… but Wii Fit Trainer was a professional. Even though she wanted to cry from frustration, she went back to sit ups. Her erect nipples clearly peering through her tanktop as they bounced up and down.

“Done!” Wii Fit Trainer yelled, standing up in defiant determination, “Are you all feeling the burn?!”

“I know I am,” Phosphora giggled as Pyra rammed a dildo into her pussy. The orgy’s participants had switched around, but WFT had such a blurry head she couldn’t even figure out where anyone was anymore. Smells of sweat were too strong, too tasty in the air for her to resist pumping her hand into her crotch while stumbling off stage and into the crux of the mind shattered smashers. She didn’t know where she was heading, but she had somewhere she wanted to be.

“Ah, finally found me?”

Palutena’s hand cupped the white woman’s face. Even that level of closeness had the stimulated girl orgasming on the spot. The smell of Palutena’s skin was right there, just below her nose, incredible smells wafting up into all her sinuses. A white tongue lolled out her mouth to graze the heavenly palm and all the struggle WFT had gone through suddenly felt worth it. Her mind was lost to the pure white bliss that ran through her mind from Palutena’s taste. Looking up at the woman and weeping in joy, she knew then how great this goddess really was.

“Good girl,” Palutena cooed, still just lightly cupping the woman’s face with one hand but snapping her fingers with the other. Wii Fit Trainer was transfixed, barely caring that the other ladies were stripping her of her clothes. Ripping them apart and throwing them to the floor. Unveiling the pure white glory of her body. While she wasn’t the tallest, she did have very firm curves, with a nice lot of muscle definition to frame her. She was also drenched in sweat, “Well now, don’t you look lovely?” smiled Palutena. Her hand left the woman’s face and WFT felt intense loneliness. Whimpering with sadness at the lack of touching. Palutena almost looked like she felt pity, even while sitting on the back of Rosalina who was on her hands and knees, “N’aww, sweetie. Don’t cry! Perhaps I was too cruel. Come over here, I’ll let you worship any body part of mine you choose.”

There was some jealous grunting surrounding her, the other women apparently reverting to cavewomen in terms of speech patterns, but she didn’t care. Wii Fit Trainer rushed forwards and fell to her knees to kiss the heavenly slit. Hungrily diving her mouth to lap up the sweat and juices that hadn’t been stolen by anyone else. It tasted like every good meal she’d ever had. It tasted like when Grandma Fit Trainer used to make her protein shake stew at christmas time. It tasted like the first good night’s sleep she had after opening her training dojo. It tasted like that night of drunken passion she’d had with Captain Falcon. It tasted like all this and much more, like every memory and good feeling she’d ever had was washing over her again with every lick of Palutena’s snatch. Perhaps heaven was a place on Earth, because to Wii Fit Trainer it was between these thighs.

The night devolved from there. Palutena and Phosphora just letting all the smash girls fall over themselves to fall in line. All eager to try and make the goddesses heat up, get warm under the belt, feel as horny as possible, just so they’d sweat one more drop of precious nectar. It was raw and feral, but the two kept such calm demeanours around the non-holy women that it could be mistaken for a zombie movie at times.

“Okay, that’s enough for today girls,” said Palutena as she floated to a higher platform. “Mommy’s feeling a little drained. I’m sure I can continue having fun with you once your minds have returned.”

But their saviour came from an unlikely source.

“My my, if it isn’t some naughty angels going too far,” purred a sultry voice above them. The two snapped their heads up to see a woman with jet black hair and glasses on her smiling face. Before either of them had a chance to react their limbs were wrapped and tied behind their backs in black hair whips. Swinging back and forth under the platforms. Their mouths covered, their struggles in vain, all while the clacking heels walked closer to them, “You two need to be punished. I think I’ll let these girls milk you for whatever aphrodisiac you were spreading to them. Then I’ll take them all for myself!”

All Palutena could think was, ‘Damn this witch bitch.’