Slave 'em all (Smash Bros/Pokemon Hypno) (Patreon)

Hey there folks!

Right, a lot of the distractions that were plaguing me last week have gone, and I'm already working away at your requests! Turns out this was a good month to test out the new system. Hopefully they'll turn out fun!

This week, to tide you over, of course, another two stories! The first being one I worked on for a friend with a big focus on mind control - hope you enjoy!

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The Super Smash Brothers tournament! Fame! Prestige! Or just an interesting scrap! Whatever a fighter wished for, the Smash Bros could make it happen. Gathering combatants from across the multiverse and from places just short of beyond imagination, it really was one of the ultimate stages where a fighter could prove their worth! … Or be bested by a secretary, if they were unlucky. It was the kind of place where anything could happen, and often did.

So, it was one of the more mundane events when an all-girl match was set up. Obviously, no one knew quite how the matches were organized. The staff kept it a tight-lipped secret, and whatever came along tended to seem random and unpredictable – although a few years back whatever method they were using had really taken a liking to setting multiple different versions of Fox McCloud against himself on the tournament’s home grounds…

Well, whatever had been causing that had long been worked out, and now, yes, an all-girl match was perhaps uncommon, but far from unheard of. Samus, Palutena, Zelda (the version who had been summoned from the time of the invasion by the forces of Twilight – distinct from her counterparts due to her brown hair and more serious demeanour), Lucina, and Princess Peach, all stepped onto the battlefield without the slightest suspicion that anything was wrong. Though most of them were glad that Samus had elected to use her Zero-Suit for this encounter, since striking at her powersuit was a lot less satisfying than striking at the woman herself…

At any rate, the stage of battle was set. Onett, a charming little village – as long as one remembered to look both ways when crossing the road – would provide a nice, neutral ground for the heroines to fight over. And fight they would! Samus had her blaster ready, Palutena her staff, Zelda her magics, Lucina her Falchion, and of course, Peach, her trusty umbrella. All decidedly dangerous weapons, especially in these hands. Yes, everyone expected a fine battle to remember, no matter who emerged as the victor.

So when the pokeball dropping down in the middle of the map just as the countdown to the fight began, none of them thought much of it. After all, that was a perfectly normal thing to see in one of these matches, right? Items like that were common, if not entirely well understood, parts of these battles.

Certainly, Lucina didn’t think anything unusual was happening when she scooped the ball up and threw it overarm at one of her more powerful rivals, hoping to get an early hit in. And Palutena, when she noticed the incoming orb a split second too late to dodge, was hardly alarmed at the sight. She might take a bit of damage, sure, but it wasn’t the worst thing that could have been thrown at her.

It was only when the ball hit – bouncing off Palutena’s pure white robes – and split open on the floor in front of her that anyone realised that something strange was happening.

The pokemon that emerged wasn’t a strange one on her own, exactly. No, a Gardevoir was, while hardly common, always one of the many potential summons that might pop out of a pokeball – normally to summon a reflective shield that would punish anyone who was foolish enough to start firing energy blasts around inside it. But this one didn’t do that.

The fact that this one had a strange dark aura was also kicking up red flags. The fight paused – all the fighters experienced enough to recognise that this was unusual, and wanting to see what would happen. With pokemon, it paid to be cautious – for all they knew, it was about to levitate everyone off the stage.

Palutena, being the closest, was obviously the one who felt the most nervous. But she was also the one most ready to take advantage. After all, not all pokemon caused trouble on the battlefield. Some could be quite helpful – and Gardevoir usually leaned more helpful than not. Deciding to take a risk, the green haired goddess crouched down, giving the smaller creature a curious look. “And what is it that you do, little one?” She asked, her voice kind and gentle, befitting the holy woman that she was.

The pokemon looked up at her with a smile. “Gardevoir~” It giggled. And then it reached up, and tapped its long green arm directly against Palutena’s forehead.

The effect was instant. The goddess managed half a gasp before shooting back upright, her eyes glowing with purple light. She shuddered slightly, her body stiff, arms at her side, as if struggling with some invasive power… And then moaned, eyes rolling back in her head as her clothing burst off of her body in a great explosion of wind, head thrusting back as clear liquid dripped from her now very visible nethers. Her staff slipped from her fingers, clattering to the ground, and she stood there, for a long second, frozen in a moment of ecstasy.

“P- Palutena?” Peach called out, hesitantly stepping down onto the street on the same level as the goddess – only to shrink back when the Gardevoir looked her way.

Samus didn’t bother to drop, keeping her blaster raised. “What the f-”

“Farore’s wind!” Zelda cursed, also keeping a safe distance. “What in the heavens has happened to her?”

“I’ve never seen that kind of status effect,” Lucina admitted, while also doing her best not to look directly at what was almost certainly a blasphemous display – if only for the woman’s modesty. “Something must be wrong. Palutena, can you hear us?”

“Yes…” The sound of Palutena’s voice was a relief to all the other fighters. Okay, this was a rather embarrassing glitch in the battle, but if she was okay then everything would be alright. But then… “I hear you Mistress…”

Mistress? Several eyebrows quirked up across the battlefield. “Mistress?” Samus was the first one to speak up. “Palutena, who are you talking to?”

But the illusion that the goddess was speaking to any of them had been short lived, and was already broken. For as the green haired woman’s head rose back up, all could clearly see the bright yellow spirals swirling in her eyes – and they were focused entirely on the pokemon in front of her.

“Ahhh…” Palutena gasped again, this time softer, and with more of a moan as her own hands began to explore her body, one cupping her breast, while the other slid between her legs. “Y-yes Mistress! Ah, mn, I feel… wonderful… Mmmn… T-t-thank you for showing me this bliss! Ah! AHH! Oh!”

Juices were starting to drip down the inside of her leg. The other four competitors watched – or averted their eyes, in Lucina’s case – with wide eyed horror as the goddess played with herself without a hint of shame right in front of all of them – and then looked to Gardevoir with a cautious trepidation. To have done this to such a powerful fighter with just a touch…

Samus raised her blaster, only for Zelda’s hand to shoot out, palm raised up in warning. “Don’t! She’s a reflector – you’ll just hit yourself with your own attack! Or worse…”

The four women paused to wonder if creature could corrupt them just as easily as it had Palutena with their own attacks. It was a worrying thought – and the confident look that the pokemon was giving them certainly didn’t give them reason to think it wasn’t true. But their morale didn’t truly break until the goddess herself spoke up.

“Yes Mistress,” she purred, her spiralling eyes looking up at her former rivals, her hands still groping and playing with her own body. “I agree – all these women would make lovely additions to your hypno harem~”

That did it. Instantly, the other four broke away.

“Fall back!” Zelda yelled, magic swirling around her. “Hide until the end of the match and we’ll get the Master Hand to fix this!”

And then she vanished into thin air.

Lucina, a brave and tenacious woman by her very nature, was rather inexperienced, and had already been pushed to the point of utter mortification by Palutena’s display. When the order came to retreat, she was all too happy to leap over the nearest building and vanish into the town beyond.

Samus, too, was quick to run – though she hesitated for a moment, as she was neither all that intimidated by a woman’s body (even one as fine as Palutena’s), nor all that accustomed to fleeing from a foe. Unless it was a clone of her, or a super death machine, or- Okay maybe she was more accustomed to it than she liked to admit. But what really held her back was-

“Ah!” Peach cried out as she stumbled – her uncertainty and fright having combined in the worst way to destabilise her just as she turned to jump away. With a grunt she fell to one knee, grimacing. Oh, surely she couldn’t have sprained her ankle? “Samus, go!” She yelled, looking up at the Bounty Hunter wide eyed. “You mustn’t-”

But a blue gloved hand was already helping her up. “Don’t be ridiculous. Come on, hurry – can you still jump?”

Samus was a hero, after all.

“Y-yes, I think I can…” The Princess gritted her teeth and rose, one arm around her fellow blonde’s shoulders to balance. “Come on, we must leave!”

The Hunter nodded, and together the pair leaped upwards onto the roof of the nearest house-

- Only for leafy green hands to swing down from the colourful festoon overhead and slap them both in the face.

Just as with Palutena, both women suddenly gasped and stiffened into a straight, upright pose – Peach whimpering and Samus groaning as their eyes rolled up in their heads – and then, a moment later, both cried out in pleasure as they came. Their clothes, skin tight zero suit and frilly princess dress alike, burst apart, cut to ribbons by the force exploding from within them as their worries dripped out of their blonde framed cunts, and their eyes filled with glowing, happy spirals. Blaster and umbrella hit the ground at the same time, rolling off the roof together, both forgotten as smiles settled over their owners faces.

As one, the two blondes turned to face one another – and then their embrace became far more intimate. Peach’s tongue pressed through Samus’s willing lips, as the Hunter’s fingers slid down to explore a far more fun cavern than she was used to, their bare breasts pressing tight up against one another as their breath began to turn heated…

And over their heads, a goddess smiled down upon them. “A wonderful catch,” Palutena complimented her Mistress, who she had levitated up here in her own arms, nestled safely between her breasts. “These two supple maidens shall serve nicely in your harem, Mistress~”

The Gardevoir smiled and nodded, its green hair bouncing happily, before its dark aura flared again.

Instantly, all three women straightened up, the spirals in their eyes spinning quicker. “Yes Mistress!” They all cried as one, responding to some psychic call. And together, the group began to hunt for the last remaining fighters…

… Though Samus and Peach remained together, one hand on each now dedicated to groping the other’s rear as they walked.

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Lucina’s clothes were not especially slim – armour tended to be rather bulky, and gigantic swords doubly so. Unfortunately discarding either seemed like a pretty terrible idea here on the battlefield, so she’d been stuck looking for a hiding place that could accommodate them – and thus, she was currently squeezed behind a line of clothing at the back of a wardrobe, desperately praying she wouldn’t be found.

“Naga,” she muttered, hoping that her distant god might be able to bless her against this strange danger. “I do not know if you can hear me over the gap between worlds, but if you can, please, I beg your aide…”

And to her surprise, she heard a response – though it wasn’t the voice of her god, but another, oddly familiar one…

“Fear not, my child.” The Exalt heard the words ring out in her head. “I will assist you. Though I am not the one you seek, I will be with you shortly…”

Lucina blinked, brow furrowed in confusion. “You can hear me? Then please, help, something has gone terribly wrong! It, it makes me blush just to think about, but something truly must be done, quickly!”

“Save your blushes, child. Do not worry. This shall not take long. After all…” The voice responded. And then the doors of the Princess’s shelter were yanked wide open, revealing a busty, green haired, naked goddess. She was smirking. “Didn’t you know gods could hear your prayers?”

The Gardevoir nestled between her breasts leaped straight for the blue haired knight.

“NooooooOOOOHHH!!!”

The wardrobe doors swung closed, and soon the entire piece was starting to rock, moans filling the air as a certain princess got an education on goddess anatomy that she’d missed out on earlier…

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Zelda grimaced. She was surrounded. On every side of her there was a spiral eyed slave, moaning and stroking their bodies, making a sensual show of their naked pleasures, held back only by the strength of her magic. Samus and Peach were now fully entwined, the two sharing a passionate kiss that had been going on for minutes now, while poor Lucina was kneeling, tongue deep inside Palutena, licking and suckling at the woman’s divine body like a cat in heat, desperately trying to sate her own urges with her fingers. The only one who was actually watching Zelda, aside from that accursed pokemon, was the goddess – but Zelda knew that was the only one that was needed. If she tried to run, Palutena would intercept, and she would be caught.

No, her only choice was to stay in place and maintain her shield. If she could last long enough, then surely help would come… Even if this battle had lasted far, far longer than she’d expected already…

With little else to work with, she tried diplomacy. “Palutena, please, I beg of you – remember yourself. You must fight this creature’s corrupting influence, before all of us are lost!”

The goddess just smiled. “Join us, Zelda. It feels so wonderful to obey the Mistress…”

“Mmm… Foo wunberful…” Lucina agreed, though it was hard to hear with her mouth full.

“So wonderful…” The blondes giggled in unsion.

“It cannot be…” The brunette princess bit her lip. “I will not believe that none of you can fight her off. Surely she cannot be so powerful?”

Palutena giggled and stroked her Mistress’s vibrant green head – the Gardevoir still firmly nestled between her tits and happily playing with her cushions. “You’ll see soon enough, once you experience the bliss for yourself.”

A defiant snort. “Not if I can help it.”

“But you can’t~” The goddess smiled benevolently – an effect spoiled a moment later as a squeeze of her nipples drew a quiet little moan. “You will join us, Zelda.”

There was something worrying about her tone. “What do you mean?” The princess asked, brow furrowing. And then she blinked, her head suddenly feeling… fuzzy.

“Did you think that our wonderful Mistress could only enslave by touch?” With another giggle, the goddess began to approach, pushing against Zelda’s magical barrier. To the brunette’s shock, it began to falter. “Silly girl. And here I thought your power was Wisdom.”

The fuzz in her head grew worse, the world starting to tilt, as though she’d just blitzed through ten shots of the castle’s strongest spirits. Eyes losing focus, a faint spiral appearing around her pupils, the last fighter fell to her knees. Her shield shattered. “N… Nuh…”

A hand slid under her chin and lifted her to her feet. “Yuh~” Palutena giggled again. “Now quit struggling and become Mistress’s hypno slave already~” Then she leaned forward and caught the princess’s lips in a kiss.

As she did, Zelda felt two smaller hands reach under her dress and grope her breasts – before a sudden flash of mind ending pleasure blitzed through her brain and sent every kind of thought she had left squirting out of her cunt. She gasped and moaned into the goddesses kiss as her clothes burst into shreds, the last of her restraint dripping out of her, spirals filling her eyes completely…

… Then whatever sound she made next was night impossible to hear, as she immediately found herself swamped by a swarm of sexy hypno smash slaves! Samus’s firm hands groping her ass, while Peach took over from Palutena at her mouth, allowing the goddess herself to sink down to her knees and lick anything left of the princess’s original mind out of her slit, while Lucina worked quickly to become familiar with her fellow royal’s tits…

And the orgy got swiftly more involved from there, the Gardevoir enjoying every moment. But, of course, its ambitions didn’t end here. Five smash babes was nice, but there were many, many more out there to claim for her harem. And she fully intended to collect each and every last one of them.

Gotta slave ‘em all~