Dress You Up [Super Smash Bros., Samus/Zelda/Peach, PG-13]
Author:
tinamachina Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Suggestive themes
Word count: 1475
Summary: Samus loses a fight, and now has to settle her bet.
A/N: Sadly lacking in the smut, but I hope the requestor likes it.
Samus Aran could not believe that she lost a battle to a princess in pink. Two princesses, in fact. She also could not believe that she lost the bet. Being a woman of honor, she had to make good on her promise.
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" Peach squealed in delight, clapping her white-gloved hands. Who knew she had such a vicious upper-cut?
Peach flung open the wardrobe. There were frilly dresses of ever color and fabric, more ruffles than the brain could process, and lots and lots of sparkly sequins and beads.
Peach and Zelda were about to transform Samus from the most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy to pretty, pretty princess.
Zelda gave Samus a look, half apologetic, half "this is what you get when you underestimate us."
"Off with the armor now!" Peach commanded in a playful, girly voice. "We’re going to make you look BEAUTIFUL!" She said with a twirl of her skirts and a flip of her blond hair.
Zelda went to unlatch Samus’ armor, but Samus said, "I can do it myself."
Pressing a few buttons, the armor opened up fully and Samus stepped out. The armor stood like an empty shell on its own boots. All Samus had underneath was a one piece leotard covering her torso. Her muscular arms and legs were bare.
Samus looked in the giant mirror at the reflection of the battle-scarred warrior. She dreaded how ridiculous her muscled, marked frame would look in dresses that were designed for more slender, delicate ladies.
"How about this?" Peach pulled out a dress that confirmed Samus’ dread.
"She’s a warrior, Peach," Zelda said, "not a disco ball."
"Oh," Peach frowned, then dove into the wardrobe again, rifling through a rainbow of ruffled fabric, "well, maybe, something like this?" Peach pulled out another dress that looked like an sea-monster’s shiny spawn.
"Maybe something like I’m wearing?" Zelda suggested.
Samus appraised Zelda’s gown. It was definitely more feminine and elegant than anything Samus ever wore, but Zelda had a more subdued sense of style. She wore more earthy colors, green and purple with just enough gold trim. It was royal without being gaudy.
"Oh, I know just the thing!" Peach once again dove into the wardrobe like a dolphin. She pulled out a silken, deep purple gown, corseted and low-cut.
"That’s more like it!" Zelda gave a thumb-up. "Simple, elegant, and sexy! And it’ll show off those strong arms of yours, Samus!"
Samus raised an eyebrow. Her, sexy? But it was by far the most acceptable dress out of the sea of sequined monstrosities, so she could not object.
"Um, you’re going to have to remove the leotard," Zelda whispered in Samus’ ear. Samus realized that the gown was not only strapless, but backless as well, with only the corset strings crossing the back!
Whoa, Samus thought to herself. What did I get myself into?
"Don’t worry, we’re all girls here!" Peach chirped, but still blushing a little. "We’re not going to see anything we haven’t seen." She giggled to calm Samus’ nerves, or maybe her own.
Samus was hesitant to expose this much of her body, but there was nothing she could do at this point. She had a bet to pay. Samus pulled down the stretchable fabric from her neck and pulled down the leotard, exposing the rest of her muscular torso. She has had other bounty hunters speculate at the quality of her breasts and even requested an inspection in their quarters. While Samus was content with the size of her breasts, her response was a plasma gun pointed at their nose and a ten-second head-start before she pulled the trigger.
"Oh my," Peach took a lace fan from her pouch to fan herself, "I can already tell that you will send the gentlemen’s hearts aflutter once they see you!"
Zelda said nothing. She just smiled and chuckled quietly, giving Samus an approving nod.
Samus felt her cheeks grow hot.
"Oh, we can’t forget the undergarments!" Peach fluttered to the lingerie drawers. "They’re the base of any outfit!" She pulled out a pair of black thigh-highs with hot-pink bows at the top.
"Zelda, you help Samus into the gown, and I’ll put on the stockings," Peach said.
"Actually, I can put those on myself!" Samus started to insist.
"Even I couldn’t get into that dress by myself," Zelda pointed at the corset straps. "Unless you can unhinge your shoulders out of their sockets."
Samus took a deep breath, then bent over and lifted her arms over her head to allow Zelda to slip the gown over her head. The silk slid down her skin. It felt nice.
Zelda and Peach made Samus sit on a stool, as Zelda fastened the gown, and Peach rolled the stockings.
"Tell me if it’s too tight," Zelda said, as she began to tug and pull at the strings, starting from the waist.
Peach, meanwhile, lifted the skirts over Samus’ knees and lifted Samus’ leg to put one of the stockings on. Samus’ feet were used to elastic, antimicrobial anklets under heavy boots. The feel of delicate silk being stretched and rolled over her battle-abused feet was a new and unfamiliar sensation. The stockings were also tight. Peach grunted to roll them over Samus’ sturdy shins.
Zelda, meanwhile, continued to tighten the corset strings. Samus felt the thick, silken gown close around her waist, around the lower part of her ribs. She immediate straightened her back, as the tightening bodice forced her to sit up straight. Samus could feel the whale-bone ribs of the bodice, stitched into the garment, running parallel to her torso. She squared her shoulders and held her chest out. She could feel her breathing becoming slightly restricted.
"Breathe," Zelda said, "it makes it fit easier. And relax your shoulders a little." Zelda put her hands on Samus’ bare shoulders, giving them a little rub.
This dress-up session was becoming more uncomfortable for Samus, for reasons she did not expect. Not that the armor was the epitome of comfort, but Samus was used to it. Samus was feeling sensations that were unfamiliar to her, and it wasn’t just the tightness around her waist and her legs.
Samus looked down at Peach, who was smoothing out the stocking over Samus’ legs. Her hands glided from her shin, over her knee, and adjusted the elastic band around her thigh.
Peach was still blushing, also she smiled like she was having a grand old time.
"Pardon me, Samus," Zelda said, as she adjusted the bodice around Samus’ breasts. Her warning came just before Zelda’s hands quickly slid under the bodice to lift Samus’ breasts upward. The initial shock of Zelda’s chilly bare hands on her breasts made Samus give an unladylike grunt. Samus felt her stomach spasm a little before Zelda removed her hands to tighten the strings on the upper back.
The bodice closed fully around Samus’ chest, squeezing her breasts against her ribcage. Samus looked down at herself. The gown gave Samus a considerable amount of cleavage. There was little chance of the gown rolling down, thanks to the hidden corset ribs, and the fabric felt good against her skin.
Maybe it was slight lack of oxygen, but Samus’ brain began to wonder. She began to imagine Zelda’s hands caressing her tits, while Peach’s hands sliding all the way up her legs to her...
"Now, hair, makeup and jewerly!" Peach quickly bounced up, breaking Samus’ naughty daydream. She pulled Samus onto her feet and directed her to the vanity. After Samus sat down again, Peach tossed and pulled and curled Samus’ hair in a flurry of brush-strokes and a cloud of hair-spray.
Zelda lightly brushed some shimmering color across Samus’ eyelids, reminding the bounty hunter to relax her face. Zelda then held Samus’ chin, and gently brushed a lip-stain across Samus’ still-tensing lips. The stain tickled–Samus tried her hardest not to laugh. Zelda wiped her thumb at the edge of Samus’ mouth.
Samus resisted the urge to lick that thumb.
After a few more ornamentations, the process was complete.
"Ah, look at you!" Peach clapped her hands in sheer delight. "You are bea-u-ti-ful!"
"Very nice," Zelda said, her voice purred in approval.
Samus looked at this new refection in the mirror. An elegant lady in a voluminous purple skirt with a rack to die for, dripping in gold and diamonds, and even a tiara on her head. It did not look nearly as ridiculous as she feared. She gave herself a sultry look, holding her hands to her hips. She then turned to Peach and Zelda.
"So, ladies," Samus spoke in an enticing manner, "My bet has been paid. After our evening is done, which one of you ladies wants to undress me?"
Peach blushed crimson. Zelda smiled from ear to ear.
