Only Marth keeps his clothes… and not for long.

The quartet of mean-spirited, sexy, and utterly humiliated smash fighters run away with all their bits jiggling for the city’s crowds to laugh at, and don’t stop running until they start wheezing. For Bayonetta (who’s only pretending to be embarrassed for the thrill of it) she runs the exact distance it takes for new people to see her naked; for Palutena, she can’t escape the magic circle, town, or city block, and winds up naked and exhausted before she even leaves the overcrowded marketplace; Marth and Wii Fit Trainer are in great enough shape to sprint until they’re so far out of sight that they can safely catch their breath.

“Ugh, that was humiliating…” the pale white girl whines, her arms squished around her boobs and hairless box in a feeble attempt at cover. Hundreds of people saw her naked today, and that’s gonna stick with her for a while.

“Well, at least Palutena’s getting the worst of it.” Marth tries to reassure, at least relieved that his hands are finally free of his bindings, and glad that the alley they ducked into hid his girlfriend from sight. Wii Fit Trainer looks vulnerable in a way she never had before, blushing deep, dark gray while she huddles into the shadows of the building. It kind of makes his heart ache.

“Yeah, but we were supposed to keep our clothes! I can’t believe that green-haired floozy ruined my favorite yoga pants. ”

“Umm… We still have my clothing, so let’s split them up.” Marth says, looking down at her C-cup breasts, and biting his lip. He then strips nude to match her, but making damn certain to hide his tiny throbbing dick from her eyes.

“W-wait, you don’t have to do that! I’ve already embarrassed you today!” She says, overriding even her perversion due to the mortified look on her naked boyfriend’s cute face. But he is insistent; the shy prince handing Wii Fit Trainer his underwear and shirt, keeping only pants and light boots for his own decency before the pair re-dress themselves.

Marth sneaks a couple of lustful peeks at his beautiful date while she slips into his tight briefs; a small trail of blood leaving his nose as her sizable boobs jiggle and her glorious ass gets squeezed by the fabric. He wants to get that distraught, humiliated expression off of her pretty face, but at the same time… he really wants to bend her over the nearest flat surface, and just fuck her until she falls asleep in his arms.

And though Wilma shares the same filthy thoughts(wanting to slam him over a countertop and fuck him till his pelvis goes numb), the pale athletic woman actually keeps her eyes averted while the sexy boy beside her gets dressed. Even when she can practically hear his little cock throbbing, she doesn’t peek. The distraught look on her face is simply a byproduct of the Herculean effort it was taking for her not to perv the fuck out on him. She suppressed wolf-whistles, ogling, and groping the guy at her side because she was kind of afraid of how Marth might take that right now. He’s already mortified, just like herself.

They both soon regret loaning Marth’s cape to Mewtwo out for their revenge trip, but he still had enough clothing for them to get home without getting arrested… even if it’s still super embarrassing for him to walk through the downtown markets without underwear to help hide his tumescent cocktail wiener. Although Wii Fit Trainer gets back to the outer Smash courtyard in relative comfort, her boyfriend seems deeply discomfited by his lack of modesty; the poor hunk is just too self conscious for his own good.

The blush from his cheeks down to his taut chest muscles only makes her want him more, but at the same time, Wilma worries about sneaking themselves into the mansion…