Luma returns

Rosalina took a hasty few steps back, looking around, realising with dawning horror that the relatively flat nature of the stages left her nowhere to go. She could only back away, getting closer to the edge of the temple, vainly trying to hide her bare body behind trembling arms, as Mario approached.

He only hesitated slightly at the sight of her new state. Still, the match was on, he had to be focused on winning.

As he neared, Rosalina took a deep breath and leapt up into the air, twirling over his head and keeping her hands reaching down to keep what little modesty she could after the somersault. She landed, and started running again, trying not to think about what he could see.

She made it a little way before tripping over something. She looked down, and saw a Luma, this one bright green. It chirped up at her.

Right, she had one come back after a little while without. Gratefully she crouched, picked it up, and turned back around, hugging the star back against her boobs. As Mario neared, she bit her lip, shuffled it a little lower and adjusted one of its legs to cover up her pussy, and willed it to fire star bits to keep Mario away from her.

This was a timed battle, thankfully. She wouldn't have to flail around naked, nor make contact with her old friend wearing nothing but her shoes and a Luma. She just had to keep her distance.

Keeping the Luma hugged very, very tightly back against herself, Rosalina resumed retreating.

When the battle was done, Rosalina sprinted out from the room, barely saying a word. Her Luma, meanwhile, floated off. Technically the Lumas shared some of the same rooms as the fighters, but they were small enough they had their own spaces. The green Luma drifted into one of the small hidey-holes. A red, yellow and blue Luma all waited in there.

"How did it go?" the red said.

"Tie," the green said. "She panicked in sudden ****, but we got lucky. It was fun."

The green Luma wobbled happily. The yellow interrupted.

"Did you notice something?" it said. "She didn't throw you once."

The green Luma looked at him curiously. After a moment, it nodded.

"She was too busy holding onto me," the green said.

"Then if we want to stop her throwing us, that should be our plan," the yellow said. "Don't you think?"

"Makes sense to me," the blue said. "She's lost her classic costume now. She only has seven more dresses. After those are gone, we'll never be thrown anywhere again!"