Super Naked Sisters

The various women seem as disoriented as you are. Some, like Princess Peach and Robin, run over to familiar faces such Daisy and Lucina, checking on their friends. Others, like Samus, Bayonetta, and Min-Min, charge their cannons, cock their guns, or otherwise drop into a fighting stance, ready to face whatever **** may have stolen them away.

You, on the other hand, don’t do much of anything. Why would you? Obviously this was a dream, albeit probably the most lucid dream you’d ever had. Never mind the grass under your feet and the wind biting at you as close to the edge of the cliff as you were, the chill far more intense than you could’ve managed trying to pinch yourself awake. Never mind the clarity of what was around you, in front of you, even on you as you look down to see the clothes you’d been wearing exactly before you woke up here: jeans, and a Vault-Tec t-shirt complete with a stain from the sauce of the burger you had as takeout for lunch. That’s not weirdly intricate and detailed for a dream, right? It had to be within the realm of possibility, because otherwise possibility was being thrown out the window by the horde of fictional women standing in front of you.

Speaking of, it seems you’ve finally been noticed, at least by a few of them. Familiar as they are to you, you’re the odd one out on multiple fronts, which might explain why Samus’s arm-cannon was being pointed your way, or why Princess Zelda was regarding you with such a concerned expression. You swallow hard, and try to break the silence.

“Um, h-hi,” you start, but further words die in your throat as a howling wind passes over the clifftop, forcing you a step back. At first, you think the wind must have thrown some of the fighters off balance as well, as some of them stumble, or grab their head, or stiffen and freeze in place. Only, as the gale continues, you can’t help but notice something strange. The wind pushes on you, your sleeves and pants legs fluttering, but the same isn’t happening to the women. Not one frilly princess skirt, not one knightly cape, barely even a strand of hair is getting pushed out of place while you struggle not go flying off to the impossibly diverse landscape below. In the light of the setting sun, you might think that your eyes were playing tricks on you, but with every other impossible thing happening, you have to assume it means something when you see faint pink lights trace along every thread, stitch, and seam of the clothes of the women in front of you.

And then, all of a sudden, the wind stops. Desperately trying to fight into it, you fall forward in its absence, onto your hands and knees, looking up to find the fighters much more composed. Stock still. Unmoving. Then, at the head of the group, Princess Peach lifts her head. In a flash of pink light, her dress explodes into shreds, leaving Princess Toadstool completely nude before you. She shrieks and covers her naughty bits with her hand while the other women around her look in shock and concern. Daisy, to her right, looks up and her orange dress explodes in another flash of pink light. Then Palutena to her left. Corrin and Byleth behind her. Wii Fit AND Pokemon Trainer. All of them. You’re huddled there for a moment before you scramble to your feet, only to bend forward when you realize the sight of so many stripped Smash girls has giving you a raging boner in your jeans. But the wind soon pushes you back to the edge of the cliff, falling backwards but not down. Looking ahead of you, you see all of the naked Smash girls in various starts of distress or battle-ready alarm at whatever unknown threat might have stripped them. Bayonetta, completely confident in her own skin, gives you a wink. Princess Peach’s large posterior is aimed square at you because she's bent forward and covering her medium-sized breasts and seemingly oblivious to how her front prioritizing is causing her to moon you.

A might gust launches you unto the air and over the cliff, hands shielding the bulge in your jeans as the sight of the nude Smash girls leaves you. As you hurtle into the sky, wind rushing past your flapping clothes, you spy the fighters below each blink away in a flash of pink light, before the cliff top is left empty and your vision fades to black.

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You wake up some time later; happy to have woken up at all after being launched miles into the sky. You expected to wake up back in your apartment but you're still somewhere quite odd, yet somehow familiar... At least you're still fully clothed, unlike the Smash girls you saw. Speaking of, the tightness in your jeans confirms you still have an erection from that glorious sight.