Ren Gets Lost In The Woods

The clearing became a whirlwind of limbs and breathless moans as the three of us indulged in each other over and over again.

It started with me on my back again. Lucina straddling my face, her soft thighs pressing against my ears as my tongue explored her slick, sensitive folds. Her gasps were sharp and surprised, like she'd never even conceived of such pleasure, her hands tangled in my hair as she ground down against my mouth. Behind her, Wii Fit Trainer mounted my cock, treating me like the key toy to her climax. Her movements had a perfect athletic rhythm. I could feel her internal muscles clenching and releasing me over and over again. A calculated pattern designed to milk my dick for all it was worth, and I was so damn happy to be milked.

“Oh gods… Ren…” Lucina would pant, shudders running up her toned body.

“F-feel the rhythm!” my trainer would call out, slamming her rear against me so fast, at this point I’m not even sure if she’s talking to me or herself, “Push yourself… push yourself a l-little MORE!”

Then, after they both came, they'd switch. Lucina was more shy and uncertain at first. She would lower herself onto my shaft, her movements hesitant and experimental. Still sensitive but eager to get stretched out by my dick, all while my mouth ate out grey undercarriage. It was one thing when they were both focused on me, but I could hear them start to engage with each other now that they were facing each other as well.

“Find a comfortable pace,” Wii Fit Trainer would coach, her hands guiding Lucina's hips to fuck me. I think I even heard some kisses between the two as the gym trainer taught the warrior princess how to ride. “That's it… find the best exercise for yourself. You’re doing great!” I could feel the lessons being absorbed by Lucina in real time. Soon she was bouncing against me with an almost **** energy. Her walls were squeezing me so tightly, rapidly burning my whole prick with her fast fucking, all while they went back to making out and exploring each other on top of me.

I remember asking if they were about to cum soon and guessing it so perfectly that the two ended up climaxing seconds after. My own jizz getting torn out of me from the combined electric heat, nutting in Lucina so hard with cum so thick invading her deepest parts that I could practically envision the shaggy blue haired child we would make (thankfully we’re in the time space that restricts pregnancies though).

The scene shifted again, and I was standing up again. Wii Fit Trainer was so flexible she was on her hands and feet in front of me. But I wasn’t fucking her from behind, no she was bent all the way over in the way only a professional gymnast would be capable of. I could see her full front, plush breasts jumping back and forth as I fucked her, the tightness only increasing from this position, while my dick created the slightest of indents in her mons. Lucina was on the other side, clamping her thighs around WFT’s head, letting her lick my jizz straight from her pussy while playing with the trainer’s ample chest.

Then I was fucking Lucina against a nearby tree. Cupping under her leg while thrusting into her from below, her face contorted in unending pleasure, pushed along by the grey cum filled girl beneath us happily licking between both of our genitals. Lucina often seemed to lose herself in the bliss of my dick first–that internal fire being emblematic of her desires–but I was getting good at guessing when she was approaching her peaks. Whenever I asked if she was close she seemed to violently climax seconds later, melting into my arms as she thanked and praised both me and the trainer for her pleasure.

After that Wii Fit Trainer pushed me onto the floor, purring about testing my endurance before wrapping around me for a lotus position fuck. Her legs locking around my back, tits squishing against my chest, arms around my neck, her tongue flicking against the top of my mouth, all while she still managed to find her rhythm to impale herself on my cock. Lucina joined us when she could, pushing against my back to kiss my neck. The perfect sexy sandwich. The three of us just rotated who was kissing who until I could hardly tell whose tongue was in my mouth at any one time.

The final image was a tangle of limbs. Our little tryst filled clearing was just a mess of splattered juice and cum as we lay there together, exhausted. I was lying on my back, a girl in each arm, Lucina on my left with a leg draped over my belly, Wii Fit Trainer on my right idly playing with my chest hair. Not sure what I was expecting when getting drafted into a fighting tournament, but finding such a perfect perverted paradise wasn’t top of the list.

“That was incredible, Ren,” said Lucina, “I had not expected such satisfaction from you, but I’m very grateful for you both letting me join.”

“You hit your personal best!” emphatically agreed WFT, nuzzling a little bit more into my shoulder, “You hit my personal best!”

“Thanks girls,” I chuckled. “I couldn’t have performed nearly as well without two fine ladies like yourselves.” They both seemed happy with the mild flirting, cuddling closer.

Lucina shook her head lightly, “I’m not even sure that’s true. I’ve never experienced someone with such tenacity for virility before. Every time you seemed done you’d be ready to go again only a few moments later.”

“Hehe, maybe that’ll be my speciality. Joker from the Phantom Thieves: Virile Stud, eh?”

Wii Fit Trainer seemed to be looking down at my dick in shock, not expecting me to already be growing an erection again. To be fair, I thought I’d feel a bit more drained now too, but the way they were complimenting me made the heat raise in my dick almost immediately. “Minimal cooldown between sets required. Stamina training… unnecessary.”

“I’ll try and contain it if you two aren’t up for another round,” I said. “Speaking of rounds, how does the actual tournament fighting thing work? Are you two gonna go battle someone soon?”

“WII FIT TRAINER! LUCINA!”

Our peaceful post procreation was completely ripped asunder when a voice from the heavens declared their names. Two pillars of blue light surrounded them, pushing my arms away from their bodies as they started to float on either side of me.

“W-wait! Not NOW!” called out Lucina towards the sky. “Ren!”

“Our session isn’t over!” yelled Wii Fit Trainer, turning towards me as her body seemed to vanish slowly in front of me, “Maintain your pos-!” was all she managed to get out before the blue lights took them completely away.

“Oh… I guess real soon.” I mumbled to myself in the clearing. “Does that teleport change their outfit too? If it doesn’t, that’d be awkward…”

It was in the absence of a response that I realised how alone I had suddenly become. Only a few minutes ago I was thrusting into gorgeous women, and now they were gone. Hopefully neither gets knocked out the tournament or anything, if that’s even how the fighting works. I probably should have listened to Mr. Mamamiya rather than just gush at how much he was Mario.

After picking up my pants and slipping them on, I looked around. Do I even know which direction my shirt was? Scratch that, do I even know the direction of the mansion anymore?

“Huh, am I lost?”

The door to the small, cozy room labelled ‘Luigi's Book Reading’ burst open.

A moustached man stumbled out, his blue overalls rumpled and his green shirt untucked.

His face was a mess of bright pink and orange lipstick marks: one on his cheek, another on his chin, and a very prominent one smeared right on his bulbous nose. His L hat was askew, his hair was wild, and he had the kind of goofy cross-eyed blissed-out expression of a man who had just seen God.

“Mama-mia…!”

Luigi took one wobbly step forward before his legs turned to absolute jelly. He collapsed in a boneless heap on the floor with a soft thump.

“Stop saying your own last name, dude,” said Daisy. Both her and Peach strolled out of the room behind him, casually wiping their mouths. Peach did it daintily with a handkerchief while Daisy just used the back of her glove.

“LUIIIIGI!” Mario's panicked voice shrieked from down the hall. The plumber in red had been on his way to attend the book reading when he saw his brother collapse, rushing to his side and shaking him frantically. “Luigi! What-a happened?! Are you okay? Did-a you see a ghost?!”

“He's fine, Mario,” Daisy said, giving a dismissive shrug. “Just a little... light-headed.”

“Luigi will be fine in a few minutes,” Peach added, her voice sweet and serene. “We just wanted to congratulate him on his book.”

From the shadows of the room, Rosalina emerged. Even though she did not join the other two in their praise of the plumber, she looked much more dishevelled. Having watched the whole thing, touching herself, imagining how it would taste when Ren gave her ‘a tour’ around his room… it had shaken the star milf to her enflamed core.

“Luigi! Stay-a with me!” said Mario in a panic, “I’ll go get you a-water!” he announced before rushing away down the hall.

As soon as he was gone a black blur suddenly swooped in out of nowhere and scooped up the fallen Luigi. Hoisting him over her shoulder, Bowsette cackled at her victory, pointing dramatically at the three princesses, “HAHA! Now your loser lover is mine!”

“Anyway,” Daisy said, stretching her arms. “That was fun, but shall we go find Ren again?”

Peach nodded in agreement, “Oh, yes. I simply must see how much longer he would last between the regal twins.“ she said, lightly bouncing her breasts with her hands.

“Get outta town! I was just thinking how much I wanna give him a titfuck too!” Daisy beamed. “You in this time Rosie?”

“For Ren? Abso-”

“HEY!”

The three turned back to Bowsette, snarling angrily at the group while pointing to the dishevelled plumber on her shoulder. “I’m going to take this one! Don’t you care?! I saw what you did to him in there!” she angrily pointed to the book club. “If you don’t stop me then I’ll suck his dick and make him mine! I-I’ll do it!”

“Go ahead, I’m sure Luigi would love it.” Peach said with a shrug.

“Have fun, Lu!” agreed Daisy as the three strode down the hall away from Bowsette.

After a moment of annoyed grimace time, Bowsette just dropped the plumber like a sack of gratin. “Well now I don’t want to.” she huffed, stomping away from Luigi without a second thought, “Maybe I’ll go get this ‘Ren’. He’s clearly a much better kidnap target to get under those princess’ skin.”

The green mustachio lay there for a good few minutes in silence, still practically passed out with his dopey grin.

“LUIGI!” called Mario, rushing back to his brother with FLUDD on his back, “DRINK!” he barked, spraying a torrent of water into his brother’s mouth to help out.

High above the mortal plane, in a realm of shimmering light and fluffy clouds, stood a woman. She kept her gaze upon her viewing sphere, watching the realms with her divine duty in mind.

But it did not last, as an intruder began to materialise in her chambers.

The air crackled with infernal energy. And in a swirl of rose petals and black bats, the Umbran Witch Bayonetta materialized directly opposite the Goddess Palutena, striking a dramatic pose towards the stoic holy woman.

They stared at each other. Two ends of the pious spectrum, meeting in the heavenly realm.

“Witch.”

“Goddess.”

“...”

“...”

They held their pose, the silence stretching for a brief dramatic moment before both broke into knowing grins.

“Did you bring it?” Palutena asked, tapping her long, painted nails on the rim of her orb bowl.

Her boots began clacking forwards casually along the pristine marble of Palutena’s temple. With a snap of her fingers, Bayonetta produced a sleek obsidian dildo in her hand. “One demonic dildo as requested, guaranteed to send any holy pussy into an absolute tizzy, darling.” Bayonetta purred, placing it on the side of the viewing platform before Palutena quickly snatched it up. With a knowing arch of her eyebrow, Bayonetta then asked. “And mine?”

With a flick of her wrist, Palutena summoned a glowing phallus. It was long and smooth with a bulbous head, the glow perfectly palpable with holy energy. “The Upright Up n' Tight,” Palutena declared proudly. “It could kill a lesser demon with its blessed aura, but I think your Umbran vagina can handle it.”

“It can handle anything, darling,” Bayonetta casually brushed off, taking the holy relic in her hand while her clothes morphed away from her oozing pussy. “Now bring on the show!" Palutena nodded, shifting her robes with one hand to give her more access to her own lips, while using the other to start controlling her orb. “You said you had a new angle for us today?”

“We watch the trainer's mammalian perfection every day,” Palutena explained, a smile crossing over her face as she continued to control her orb, “Watching her topless runs together is how we began this little club.”

“I'm well aware, dear,” said Bayonetta, smirking while rubbing the holy dildo along her lower lips. “Do you have a point?”

“Hold on, I'm getting there,” Palutena said, her fingers dancing over the orb's surface. “This started for fun, but I found a way to get even deeper into the glory. Watch as we experience the world through the trainer's own eyes, we’ll even get to feel her ample chest jump around!”

Bayonetta gave an impressed nod, “Oh my!”

With a final tap, the orb flared with a brilliant light, engulfing both of their visions.

Palutena had expected to see something simple, like the woods, or the coastline. The usual spaces that Wii Fit Trainer would run, chest jumping around while she stared on from her heavenly realm. During testing that’s where she was, with a lovely sensation of feeling WFT’s tits bounce around as if they were her own.

What she wasn’t expecting was to feel an all-consuming lust from a huge dick reaming her pussy.

They had only a moment to see who was fucking them, staring into the eyes of a dark haired man that was deep in the throws of his own orgasm.

ZING! ZING!

“MY CORE! FOCUS ON MY CORE!” a voice that was both theirs and not theirs screamed in their minds.

The dark haired man in front of them grabbed their hips, slamming deeper than any of the girls had ever experienced. Huge jet streams of jizz flooding their collective womb as an intense climax overwhelmed human, goddess, and witch alike. As the two moaned wantonly, Palutena’s hands clenched in confusion, accidentally turning off the feed and breaking the connection to Wii Fit Trainer.

The perspective shifted and they were back. Legs spread wide as they came down from their orgasms. Gasping out. Echoes of the boiling ejaculate washing over their eggs, only to now feel starved for such a thick liquid deep inside them.

“Oh… my~” Bayonetta's voice gasped, a rare sound of genuine shock from the witch.

“I… I hadn’t expected…” Palutena stammered, her divine composure shattered. “Who was that…?”

“That, my dear Goddess,” Bayonetta purred, heels now clacking away from the viewing station. “Is mommy's next meal.”

“What the hell is this game, man? Why does Lucina feel so laggy?”

“Yeah, my Wii Fit Trainer’s the same. Like she needs a few extra recovery frames every time I make her use her legs for an attack.”

“You guys think you have it bad?! Luigi won’t get up off the damn floor! Sakurai better fix this broken glitch fest!”

“...uhh, Game and Watch feels fine? Come on, no Johns cause I’m winning here guys.”

Welp.

I was definitely lost.

I couldn’t even find the log that the three princesses were. It was like I’d been pushed into a deep unending part of the woods, and every wrong turn sent me to somewhere completely different. Even using my grappling hook to get above the tree line bore no results. It was just super foggy after a certain point for some reason.

“Hello?!” I called out. Hoping that literally any pair of ears could hear my call and guide me out of these crazy woods, “Anyone out there?! Ooph!”

I hadn’t expected to find someone so quickly, let alone to literally bump into their back.

But what really threw me was the sudden turn into science fiction. It was a tall figure. Encased in a sleek black armor that seemed to absorb the light. Light blue veins seemed to cover its surface, while the helmet was a smooth featureless visor that turned towards me so slowly.

ZING!

I blinked, having felt a strange connection to this newcomer that stood there stoically.

Now, I’m not actually a massive gamer or anything, but I wasn’t completely oblivious either. The original Metroid was a game I had fun with on my old TV while Morgana barked orders at me for where to go. I’d been drawn to the Metroid characters when I played Smash as well, so out of everyone to have found me I actually knew who this was.

“Uh, hey,” I said, giving a small wave to the creature in front of me. “You're Dark Samus, right? I think Oracle said you were some Phazon clone of Samus or something... um, can you help me out? Maybe walk me back to the mansion?”

The figure was silent, the featureless helmet giving nothing away.

For a terrifying moment, I thought she was just going to stand there and stare forever. Or worse I’d somehow pissed her off and she was about to vaporize me. Then, thankfuckily, she turned. Alien feet crunching down against weak sticks as she began walking down the path. I took that as a ‘yes’ and hurried to follow.

“Thanks!” I said, jogging to catch up.

She seemed to know exactly where to go. Turning down bizarre sections of the woods, but always seeming to make progress further than where we were before. It was pretty cool, though the silence started to feel almost oppressive as I lamely followed her down the various paths.

“Never met anyone from space before, this is all really wild.” I said casually, receiving no response, “Can I ask you a few questions while we walk?”

She didn't say anything, though I did seem to get a long look from her before she returned to staring forwards. I guess that’s a yes? “Well, I guess the first is do you speak English?”

“Yes, human. I can speak your pathetic tongue.”

The voice was a shock. It was a distorted, metallic echo that practically hissed out. Like a snake in the bottom of a well. But it was clear, and incredibly condescending.

“R-right,” I stammered. Already I felt like I’ve touched a nerve, so it’s probably best to go back to silence-

“What is your second question?” she once again hissed. I recoiled slightly at the aggression, not expecting her to actually want to be interviewed like this, but figuring I should just continue if she wanted it that badly.

“Um, w-well... you're like a villain from Met-uh, from what I know… but you seem amicable enough right now. This whole tournament is just kinda weird. Are villains allowed if they're chill here?”

She took a few more steps after turning left before speaking, “We that follow the dark path are often shunned by those of the light,” she intoned, her voice a mix of rage and cosmic despair. “But this tournament promises a victory beyond all others. Momentary peace in this respite zone is a worthy sacrifice for us all, lest we anger the great hands of fate that brought us here.”

Right, yeah, the big hands. “Makes sense,” I said, feeling a little bit more brave in talking to her now that it was clear she wasn’t about to rip my head off. “Victory over Samus n all that.”

“To stand over my copy's body would complete my purpose,” Dark Samus agreed as if it was a simple fact. “What is your third question?”

There wasn’t a ton left to ask… well, apart from one thing that had been on my mind for a while. Something that I’d seen on the internet but never played Metroid Prime far enough to know if it was accurate or just fanart… I guess it doesn’t hurt to ask. “Um, yeah. Do you… do you actually look like Zero Suit Samus under all that armour? Futaba described you as a 'hot busty yandere goth with dark skin and light blue hair', is that true?”

Dark Samus stopped walking.

Her helmet turned towards me in a terrifying slowness. The veins on her suit seemed to pulse and glow, in a way that made me hope she wasn’t about to undo her good will to blast a hole in my chest.

“Yes. All of it is true.”

Before I could even begin to formulate a response to that, a series of soft, metallic clicks echoed in the quiet woods. With a hiss of escaping pressure, the sleek black armor started retracting. Splitting apart and folding seamlessly as a small cloud of light blue gas seemed to leak from the front of her body.

The exact girl I’d seen in the fanart stepped out from the bulky power armour.

She seemed to be dripping in phazon juices, or perhaps her skin was just slightly more liquid than a human’s? Her base still looked a lot like Zero Suit Samus, but there were some key differences. Her eyes for one, all three (yeah, three, one sat vertically on her forehead) were pupilless. Just a glow of turquoise that seemed to have a particularly bright glow for where her iris should have been. Light blue ‘hair’ that was tied in a ponytail also looked goopy.

Dark Samus’ body–clad in a darker suit than Samus herself–was a masterpiece of curvature. A perfect blend of feminine softness and alien power that seemed to be pulsating under the surface. Jagged teeth grinned at me from behind plump cerulean lips. Her waist was impossibly narrow, flaring out into wide hips that swayed their way towards me with every step. The lines that had once defined Samus’ lean muscles were morphing down her suit, like they were dripping as much as she was.

Part lava lamp, part swimsuit model, all alien hotness.

I just wasn’t expecting DS to grab at her chest and start tearing off her skinsuit so violently. Revealing a pair of huge breasts, even larger than Wii Fit Trainer’s. Perfect pale blue orbs, still firmly bouncy behind all the liquid phazon that dripped off of them. Her areolas were a darker colder azure, and her nipples were already as hard as I was.

“Your eyes are wide. You are captivated.” Her voice sounded clearer out of the suit, yet the venom still oozed out of her tone despite the grin.

“Yeah, I mean… I have eyes.”

Dark Samus seemed pleased with my answer, stepping forward so quickly that I instinctively stepped back. She followed me all the way backwards until my butt hit a tree, where she instantly invaded my personal space to stare at me inches from my face.

A few seconds of light hiss breathing seemed to appease whatever she was thinking about.

“What is your name, human?”

I gulped, “Ren… Ren Amamiya.”

“Ren-Ren Amamiya. Your questions three have come to a close. Prepare yourself. I will now use these useless human bosoms to extract seminal fluids from your pathetic human genitalia.”

Hell yeah, goopy Dark Samus, am I right?

On the topic of the Lost Woods, out of all the smash characters I have no real plan for Zelda. Anyone have any ideas/requests?