Marth and Wii Fit Trainer: Up to no good.

It takes a bit of planning to secure their ideas for revenge, but the newly-dating duo of Yoga Instructor and Hero Prince strike a bargain with Mewtwo to exact their vengeance. It was a hard fought negotiation, but lending the psychic Pokémon Marth’s favorite cape eventually earned his help in humiliating Palutena and Bayonetta.

The trio plot, observe their enemies, and use every aspect of the prince’s tactical mind to craft a solid plan of attack. They’re so caught up in making Palutena and Bayonetta understand the meaning of embarrassment that they almost forget to kiss each other. Heavy emphasis on ‘almost’. But while they’ve got locking lips well explored, the couple is worried about how neither of them have yet initiated a sexual encounter…

I really wanna fuck Marth, but what if it’s too soon for his comfort? I want to be gentle with him. He needs to see me as more than a simple pervert…

I’d love to fuck Trainer, but what if she thinks less of me for giving in to those kinds of base impulses? We’ve barely dated for half a week… even if she’s a pervert, I’m still nervous.

The two are caught in a stalemate of pining for the other, but being too scared of judgment to act on their feelings. Despite the sexual tension between them, they at least have their plan finalized, and ready to put into motion.

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Within just a few days, Marth and Trainer find themselves stalking behind the witch and goddess in the marketplace a couple miles out from the mansion. It’s their favorite hangout spot on the weekend, and a trap has already been set.

Wii Fit Trainer gives the signal, and suddenly, two sexy women are naked as jaybirds, right in the middle of a bustling marketplace. She, and her princely partner in crime high-five at the sight of bare magician ass; laughing in the ladies’ faces as they walk nude into the market square.

“Oh, I’m sorry darlings, but perhaps you should try embarrassing someone who actually feels shame.” Bayonetta says to her would-be humiliators while playfully wiggling her big, round booty for the gathering crowd. “I do applaud your efforts, though.”

Palutena on the other hand is taking her situation very badly— shrieking and snapping her fingers to no avail in her attempts to magic her naked self away from the encroaching cat-callers. One of her hands keeps darting from over her green tuft of pubic hair to trying to cover her prodigious breasts, thus leaving her entire body exposed by her humiliating indecision.

“We created an anti magic zone, so good luck getting out of here with your dignity~” Trainer taunts the mortified goddess, laughing along with her datemate as they taste sweet schadenfreude.

“You bitch! You can’t just strip people like that!! And I’ll have you know, I don’t need magic to do this!” Palutena shouts as she pounces Trainer, ripping at the athletic lady’s clothing with her scepter.

One clean swipe is all it takes for the onlookers to see creamy white tits spill out of a tight sports bra. Needless to say, poor Wilma shrieks with embarrassment as soon as her boobies meet the open air.