Zelda's Suction Strip

            In a surprise final update to Smash Ultimate, Luigi’s throws were changed from the Poltergust plunger extending like a grappling hook to a powerful vacuum attack…

            3-2-1 GO!!!

            The match started and the quickplay Luigi ran toward Princess Zelda at top speed. His eyes were vacant, filled with only one thought: grabbing Zelda and taking her stock with his infamous zero-to-death combo.

            Zelda instinctively shielded, a blue bubble appearing around her.

            A fatal mistake.

            Luigi pulled out his ghost-catching Poltergust and began to suck. Tornado-like currents of air swirled from the Poltergust. The plunger nozzle expanded and throbbed threateningly.

            Zelda rolled away at the last second, but the Poltergust was horribly balanced, and she still felt herself pulled toward it by its vacuum effect.

            Her dress and hair whipping around her, Zelda dug her heels into the stage and tried to run away from the deadly cyclone, but she had to fight its poorly designed and poorly programmed monstrous force.

            She bent forward, gritting her teeth, muscles straining with each step, each desperate step putting her further and further away from the Poltergust’s pulsing pull.

            But then her sandaled heels skidded lost their footing. Her legs were pulled back, lifted into the air, caught in the edges of the cyclone’s maw.

            “AAaHh!” Zelda yelped.

            Her hands lunged out, gripping the edge of Final Destination just in time.

            Her body swayed, pulled like a magnet toward Luigi and his Poltergust. Her body was suspended horizontally in the air across the stage behind her. Zelda’s fingertips around the edge of the stage were the only things preventing her from flying backward into the cyclone.

            Zelda’s skinny arms burned from the effort. Her hair, her dress, and the cape attached to it rippled in the air currents. Luigi stared right up her skirt at her bloomer-covered legs and ass, but his brain was only focused on getting that grab and his zero-to-death combo.

            Zelda’s shoulder guards and belt rattled around her body, becoming loose. The wind was unfastening them, prying at them with its invisible tendrils.

            With sharp clinking noises, her shoulder armor and belt flew off her body and into the vortex. The plunger slorped them up into itself.

            Zelda’s shoulders and elbows and fingers ached, but she couldn’t surrender. With a sudden burst of energy she started to pull, trying to fling herself forward out of the vacuum.

            Shrrip!

            Zelda gasped.

            Her dress started to tear at the shoulders.

            Cloth peeled apart at the seams, threads splitting and snapping.

            Zelda began to sweat. She closed her eyes, but the darkness behind her eyelids could not hide the slow creeping movement of her dress loosening around her shoulders or of the air flying down the growing neck hole of her dress and tickling the length of her body before it flew out between her legs and was absorbed by the Poltergust.

            The tears grew, extending down the length of her sleeves. Zelda’s dress, the belt gone and the seams breaking, struggled to maintain its shape, flapping and ballooning out around her in the threatening cyclone. Flashes of Zelda’s breasts shone through the rippling wild fabric.

            The last seams held strong, trembling, vibrating, and then—

            SSHHRRIPP

            Zelda’s dress slipped off her body, carrying her pink tunic in the process. The fabric was mercilessly swallowed by Luigi’s Poltergust.

            “AaAIEEE!!” Zelda squealed in terror and humiliation.

            She was completely topless, wearing only her boots, bracers, jewelry, and bloomers. Her small boobs shook and vibrated in the cyclone force. Her puffy nipples grew erect from the air currents coursing over and around them. Wind blew across her slender naked back and belly.

            Zelda whimpered. She kicked her legs and wiggled her body as much as she could in the vacuum. Every urge in her burning, embarrassed brain told her to release her aching grip on the stage and cover her sensitive, naked boobs from the elements.

            She kicked her legs in frustration, not realizing that each motion loosened the grip of her bloomer’s around her waist. They began to slip, tugged millimeter by millimeter down her waist toward the relentless and eternally hungry ghost catching machine.

            Zelda recognized to later her bloomer’s attempt at escape. Feeling her bloomer’s creep down her waist, she turned her head in shock, just in time to see the waistband of her bloomers slip down the arc of her ass, her naked round bottom half-mooning herself.

            “NooOO~!!” Zelda wailed.

            Using all her arm and core strength, she twisted her body, trying to cross her legs in the air currents in a desperate plea to keep her bloomers at least halfway up her ass.

            But the bloomers continued to slide down the great arching circumference of Zelda’s massive bubble butt until her entire pale ass was exposed. Having broken free of their greatest obstacle, Zelda’s bloomer’s effortlessly slid down her struggling thighs and down her calves. They clung, bundled and useless around her ankles before surrendering to the void and getting swallowed by the Poltergust.

            “AAAAiIIEEE!!!” Zelda wailed helplessly. She was completely nude, her fat ass and pink hairless pussy completely on display. No matter how hard she tried to cross her legs around her most private folds, the pulsing gusts of wind pulled them apart. Those same winds made her asscheeks wiggle and twerk. Air currents sliding down her slim back were unprepared for the sudden thickness of her butt and slapped against it in surprise.

            Zelda strained, panting, flexing her surprisingly toned back muscles, but her hands were sweating, her grip failing.

            “AAAIGGHH!!” with a guttural, unladylike scream of failure, she let go.

            Zelda was sent soaring backward by her center of gravity – her fat ass – right into the Poltergust’s cyclone.

            POP

            Her ass filled the Poltergust. The plunger strained around the width and girth of her behind.

            “Eeeeeghhh…” Zelda whimpered. She flailed in the Poltergust’s rubbery grip. Her legs stretched and kicked, her toes grazing the stage. Her naked back curled and her arms stretched out to desperately claw at the ground beneath her. Her boobs dangled down like small conical swaying udders. Sweat poured off her body and dripped onto the stage.

            Luigi ignored the panicking naked princess and tossed Zelda into the ground with a down throw and slammed his butt against her lower back, smashing her against the stage.

            “AaGHK!!” Zelda gagged, her eyes crossing.

            The zero-to-death had begun.

            She bounced off the ground from the impact and Luigi jumped into the air after her. He down aired her, kicking her in the ass with both feet.

            “AaaEE!” Zelda screamed. Red boot prints decorated each of her jiggling cheeks.

            She was sent downward, back to the stage, but Luigi used his neutral air, catching her in the gut with his extending foot.

            “UUrrhhkk!”

            Luigi jumped and down aired again, his boots collided with Zelda’s boobs, squashing them against her chest.

            “OOUhGGH!!”

            He up aired, flicking Zelda away in a bicycle kick to the face.

            “YEOOWW!!”

            Zelda flew across the stage, but Luigi was already on the ground trotting after her. Before Zelda could touch the ground again and escape his combo, Luigi ran up between her legs and used his up special.

            SCHWINGG!!

            A flaming upper cut exploded into Zelda’s pussy. Luigi’s burning fist mashed into her folds, crushing them. The knuckle of his gloved middle finger pounded into Zelda’s clit.

            Lightning sparked around the impact and time froze for a second, capturing in that one frame Zelda’s bright red, blushing face. Her eyes rolled back in an involuntary masochistic orgasm. Her mouth was a pursed “O” shape.

            And then she was sent flying, propelled straight up away from the stage and trailing juices from her broken, red-violet, swollen pussy like the exhaust from a rocket.

            “EEEeeEE-AAAH!!!” Zelda wailed.

            Her battered naked body flew off stage, growing smaller and smaller until she vanished with a tine glint of light into the distant sky.

            GAME!!!