Wii Fit Trainer doesn’t own lingerie!?

Marth and Wii Fit Trainer are lounging around together in her room, lying shirtless around the bed while the all-time classic masterpiece movie ‘Mean Girls’ serves as background noise to their conversation… a conversation that Wilma really doesn’t like the current direction of.

“I simply can’t believe you don’t own any nice lingerie.” Her boyfriend says, his mouth agape in surprise, and his perky ass in view as he peeks inside Trainer’s nightstand.

Wilma almost coughs in response, as she elucidates to the topless boy, “Well, it’s not like lace or rhinestone bras are the best for a workout…”

“But what about when you aren’t exercising? Aren’t there times you feel a need to show off your glorious body?”

“I don’t know. I mean, like, not really?” She answers, trying to avoid this topic altogether. “And besides, stuff like feeling, or looking sexy— that’s for other people. Sexy-ass people like you.”

“Wait, Wilma, you don’t feel sexy?” Marth asks, his words dripping with concern.

“Uhh, just pretend I didn’t say anything! Don’t mind me and my weird skin!”

“But I cannot ignore that kind of self-effacement!” Her boyfriend asserts as he takes her hands in his own, “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and I’ll make you see that!”

“H-huh!?” Trainer gets lifted away from her bed, a faint gray blush forming at his assertive praise.

“We’re going to a lingerie store right now.”

“We’re what!?”

“I know a place that sells lingerie that’s every bit as sexy as you are…” the blue-haired boy notes as he ushers(drags) girlfriend’s out of her bedroom door, “And you’re getting some fine undergarments today.”

“But we can’t go yet!” She tells him as the hallway’s AC hits her muscular midriff.

“What? Why not?” Marth asks, innocent and oblivious; stopped in his tracks as soon as he realizes she’s not ready.

Wilma just points out at the hall, and then whispers to her beau, “Because you’re only wearing yoga pants.”

Samus and MinMin share a giggle as they watch the warrior prince step out of Wilma’s room with nothing to hide the outline of his cute little penis. The women share a much heartier laugh when they watch the red-faced hunk dive back inside in embarrassment.

“Th-thank you… I g-guess we should get ready first…” Marth stammers as he covers his small bulge between two hands. His girlfriend can’t help but smile at his plight, and reluctantly agrees to an underwear shopping date on the condition that he keep wearing yoga pants out.

He agrees to her terms, knowing how much Wii Fit Trainer loves ogling his buns, but fearful of other people not having to imagine how he looks nude. Marth goes back to his own room to prepare, and then…