Samus Sidestory: Slutty Slam Sisters! [2]

Peach hummed happily to herself, head bobbing to the indistinct tune running through her head while she wandered the halls of the Slam Mansion. She'd overheard Zelda singing it softly under her breath the previous day and - while not able to make out the words - the beat was quite thoroughly wedged in her brain. Speaking of the Hylian Princess, Peach had been looking everywhere and seen no sign of her! It was like she'd vanished from the Manor entirely, leaving the ruler of the Mushroom Kingdom quite put out - after all, afternoon tea just wasn't the same without Zelda there to expound on the quality of Peach's cake. Call her a little proud of her baking, but something about hearing how much Zelda wanted to snack on her cake never failed to lift her mood.

And so here she was, making her way - with no small amount of trepidation - towards the suite that SA had claimed on her arrival. She knew she really shouldn't be nervous, given the standing invitation to visit any time, but she couldn't help it; the statuesque blonde was just so intense that it sent a shiver up Peach's spine! Well, that and the way she towered over everyone except Bayonetta, but having met the Umbra Witch first took a bit of the sting out of that. Though not the way she outdoes everyone in other ways, Peach thought to herself, before clamping down on the urge to think about the bounty hunter's physical prowess or, ahem, 'physical prowess'. That way lay madness - or at least sever flustering - so she ignored it with the same ease that she ignored the thumping rhythm she could already hear and feel coming from the door ahead.

I'm so happy to have such a smart master. Master Ridley's beats are irresistible.

She reached out to knock, her breath inexplicably catching in her throat at the thought of coming face-to-chest with her fellow competitor, and yelped softly as the door slid upwards and the floor shifted under her. The sliding door descended again behind her as the conveyor belt came to a stop, but Peach was far too focused on the rest of the room to care. Heavy, pounding music blared from speakers lining the walls, interspersed with massive screens showing lurid, swirling patterns. It was all quite overwhelming, the spirals making Peach dizzy and the music making her train of thought skip again and again. She tottered forwards in a daze, trying to find any sign of her elusive fellow Princess - or at least SA so she could ask if the woman knew anything about Zelda's whereabouts.

Good twerksluts drown their brains in brainwashing beats. My Space Pirate masters think it's hilarious how I take my new role just as seriously as my bounty hunting.

"...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and..."

Peach felt herself relax a little as SA's voice began to join the music, the smoky contralto chanting finally putting words to the tune she'd had stuck in her head.

"...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and..."

It was strangely reassuring, the way the words looped back on themselves endlessly. It was something to focus on, a way for Peach to anchor her mind in the face of the the crashing waves of the music. Slowly but surely, her steps became surer and firmer, her body falling into a rhythm that matched the one thumping out of the speakers. Her back straightened, her chin lifted and soon she was performing a proud, hip-swinging strut through the suite, her dress swishing around her ankles and her modest bust bouncing slightly with the **** of her steps. No wonder SA's always going on about how great this stuff is, Peach mused, it really does feel wonderful!

My music is almost as addictive as Master Ridley's cock. Women just can't get enough of how good I make them feel.

"Zelda, there you are!" Peach smiled at the sight of familiar blonde tresses and made to approach, but stopped herself as she spotted the leotard struggling to contain the Hylian's curves and the chunky headphones covering her long ears. "Oh," she exclaimed, covering her mouth with one hand, "I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were busy! I'll just-"

"...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and..."

Peach's head rocked back like she'd been hit with an uppercut, her train of thought skipping back to the sound of SA's sultry voice slipping out of the speakers and into her ears. "My goodness," she said faintly, staring at her fellow Princess's behind, "that does look rather flattering on you - especially your rear! Why, you're practically swallowing it up!" A state of affairs that only got more intense when Zelda dropped into a deep squat and began to bounce her cheeks, eyes fixed on the screens in front of her as they lit up with swirling spirals.

"...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and..."

"...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and..." Peach whispered dazedly, her voice lost under Zelda's louder, more enthusiastic chanting, "...bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and bounce it, swing it, sway it, clap it; spank it, shake it, throw it back and..."

There's no need to think, women just need to shake our phat asses and look sexy.

Peach stared over the top of Zelda's head at the screens as SA and her massive, oiled-up booty appeared on every one, bearing a draconic skull on her right cheek and a new tattoo on the left. Backlit by the spirals, the bounty hunter's tanned cheeks slammed together with enough **** to throw droplets of oil with every collision.

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

Soon Peach was bouncing her own hips in time with Zelda's, feeling a little put out at the comparatively low - though still beyond most women - levels of bounce from her booty. It seemed she'd need to put a bit more work into swelling and sculpting her cheeks before she was ready to wear an outfit as daring as SA or the two Hylian competitors. She filed the thought away for the moment and returned to watching the screen, as an unseen pair of hands slipped a set of chunky headphones over her ears.

Forget your responsibilities and shake your ass like a twerk **** should. We're just dumb booty-bouncing cows who need a man's hand to direct us. Princesses shouldn't rule, they should give up their power to their villains.

Peach couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so good! She really had made a smart decision, choosing to join her fellow Slam Sister when she attended the dance classes SA was offering...

SIDESTORY END...?