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Author's Notes: So sorry this one took so long! Fortunately, I have mostly recovered from my illness, and after having hammered away at this thing for quite a while, I finally finished it, and I hope you all enjoy!

[story] [fu(x4)/femboy] [more below]

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‭The roar of the chanting crowd, the thrum of music, clash of combat. There was no doubt that a match was in play in the arena above, and Pit knew exactly who was up there, exactly who was fighting -- he’d made quite certain before making this little journey to where he wasn’t meant to go.

Ducking past any who might see him, the little angel made his way not to the arena itself, but to one of the areas just beneath it, one of the locker rooms... specifically, the girls’ locker room. He’d been planning this for some time, and there was no way he was going to miss this opportunity.

Dashing into the locker room, he wasted no time examining the area, but rushed for the lockers themselves, quickly finding one that was neither locked nor filled. Swinging the door open, he tucked inside, his slim stature allowing him to rather easily hide inside the narrow metal cabinet. Clicking the door shut behind him, Pit squirmed back to face forward, peeking out through the thin slats the locker provided -- and, after a few moments, the angel was rewarded for his skullduggery, as the match ended, and its contestants began to make their way down to the locker room.

“We can’t do Final Destination every time, darling,” Bayonetta chuckled as she made her way inside, three other young ladies following along behind her. “I can’t remember the last time we actually used items, but don’t deny us a few extra platforms.”

“You aren’t the one who fell due to a stage transition,” Palutena chuckled back, clicking the door shut as the evening’s four warriors returned from their match, beginning to doff the more ostentatious elements of their ensembles -- ribbons, boots, weapons, shields, and the like, then beginning to painstakingly unfasten buckles and strings holding their outfits together. All in all, and excepting the peeping lothario still hidden in the locker, Samus and Princess Peach joined the other two, taking all the time they needed to relax and disrobe while other matches began to wind up elsewhere.

“Samus, help me with my dress?” Peach asked softly, tucking away her parasol and kicking her slippers off, turning to present her back to the bounty hunter.

Chuckling, the other blonde approached from behind, busying herself with the princess’s fastenings and slipping the garment down around Peach’s shoulders, revealing a little bit of cleavage. “Theeere you go,” Samus smirked, giving Peach a gentle slap on the ass as the other woman started shimmying out of the dress, leaving her in lacey white bra and panties, white stockings held up with matching garters.

With a gasp and an “oh my!”, Peach playfully swatted back at the other woman, letting out a little giggle as the others began to undress as well. Bayonetta’s task was simple enough, requiring only that she unravel her hair from around herself, stripping nude with the only exceptions of her glasses and her panties, left in place for unneeded modesty as the others prepared themselves for a much-needed shower.

“Any of you know when the next match is?” Palutena asked thoughtfully, drifting over to Samus to lay a gentle hand on the bounty hunter’s hip from behind, helping her unfasten the back fastenings of her zero suit.

“One soon, right?” Peach answered, “I remember seeing Luigi practicing his fireball just before we went up to the arena.”

“Yeah, there’s another one soon, but it doesn’t involve any of us,” Samus shimmied her shoulders out of the sky-blue undersuit, letting it unravel down around her midsection, enough to show off quite a bit of her cleavage without quite yet exposing a nipple. “So... you know, we have time,” flashing a grin, Samus turned to the goddess behind her, fussing with the fastenings of the other woman’s dress, though was now pulled in intimately close, gently touching her nose to Palutena’s, lips barely an inch from one another, as she helped to strip away the full, busy dress the goddess wore in battle.

“Samus, darling, I swear you start getting restless after each fight,” Bayonetta let out a little laugh, pausing on her way to the showers to let herself be pleasantly distracted by the sight of Palutena and the bounty hunter clinging cozily to one another.

“Doing all those flips in this suit rubs me in some very... specific ways,” Samus smirked back, finally baring the goddess’s full, pert tits and pulling in close to her, pressing her lips gently into Palutena’s now that all of them were only half-dressed at best... well, all of them except for the voyeur in the locker.

Pit’s mouth had long since gone dry, face pressed against the metal slats in the locker door in an attempt to take in everything going on in the room just beyond him -- the four women shedding more and more clothing as they presumably prepared to shower, each of them now stripped down only to panties, curvy figures exposed for him to drink in. Each had a slightly different build, with Bayonetta taller and leggier, Peach the shortest and sporting the most robust hips, and Samus the most lean and graceful, with Palutena representing a serene balance between their sumptuous figures.

The more clothes came off, too, the more... flirtatious... the warriors became, comments and compliments growing bolder, little swats or jabs becoming gropes or caresses. Pit felt his heart racing in his chest, his breathing growing heavier as he watched Bayonetta take a handful of Samus’s plump, firm ass, leaning in to plant a long kiss on the other woman’s lips -- this was so much better than he’d ever imagined! Surely they were distracted enough that they wouldn’t notice if Pit played with himself, just a little... it was now or never, after all. Biting hard on his lower lip, the angel’s hand descended, tucking up beneath his tunic to rub his palm against his swollen package, swallowing hard as he watched the four women growing more and more... friendly.

Biting back a groan, Pit’s breathing grew heavier and heavier as he watched, not untucking his manhood from its confines, but simply massaging it through them, getting more and more excited. What he didn’t realize was how considerably the metal of the locker door amplified the sound of his ever-increasing panting, and how audible it had become even among the casual chatter, flirting, and grab-assing going on in the room beyond. He felt his heart lurch into his throat as what had been a dream come true suddenly came to a screeching halt -- it was Palutena who first noticed the sound.

“Did you hear that?” the goddess said softly, her hands on Peach’s hips, thumbs hooked into the other woman’s panties in the middle of slowly shimmying them downward. “Like... breathing, from over there.” Pursing her lips thoughtfully, Palutena disengaged from the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom, slowly making her way to the source of the sound, though uncertain exactly which locker she’d heard it from.

Pit swallowed hard as she drew closer and closer, gently placing her hand on each locker in his vicinity and simply listening, sensing, as if feeling whether or not something, or someone, was inside.

“Probably nothing, luv, just chatter from one of the other locker rooms,” Bayonetta chuckled, but Palutena did not seem so certain. Drifting from one narrow metal cabinet to the next, she finally laid her hand on the one behind which the peeping angel lurked and watched, breath held tightly, something he would not be able to keep up for long.

Pit didn’t swallow or exhale, holding his arms tightly to his sides as he tried to endure. He could still see Palutena through the slats, eyes distant in thought as she listened, remaining longer here than she had on the last few. Seconds ticked by, one by one, and soon Pit could feel his lungs burning, struggling to hold his breath. If he could just keep it together, the fantasy could continue -- he didn’t want to know what might happen if he was caught....

“Hmm. Perhaps you’re right,” Palutena shrugged, turning back to the others and holding her hands up apologetically. “Just wanted to be certain we weren’t being watched. There are some things I don’t want an audience for, and--”

Mid-sentence, Pit released his breath, sucking in new air an instant later. If his heavy breathing had been barely audible before, his abrupt gasp was more than obvious, and all four women turned sharply towards the source of the sound. Now, there was no doubt.

“Mother fucker...” Samus growled, taking a few commanding steps forward and jerking open the locker door, causing a red-faced Pit to stumble and topple forth, landing on his knees in front of the other arena fighters. “How long has this little shit been in here?”

“Oh, I’m sure he’s been in there for quite a while...” Bayonetta let out a husky giggle, hands on her hips as she looked down at the waifish, winged boy. “The little scamp saw something he liked and decided to get a closer look, didn’t he?”

“I... uh... I just... ended up in there accidentally?” Pit flashed a wide, fake smile, his eyes clearly expressing not innocence, but nervousness. “I didn’t even see anything at all! Until now, I mean. Since... y’know,” he let out a sheepish laugh as the four women surrounded him, all in states of extreme undress and looking down at him, Samus and Palutena sternly, while Bayonetta seemed more amused about the whole situation. And Peach, well....

“Well, if it was an accident, we should just let him go, right?” the princess touched a finger to her lips, the motion squishing her bare breasts against each other.

Samus turned a side-eye to Peach, one brow arched. “He’s obviously lying.” Gesturing down to the angel on his knees, she continued, “he has a boner.”

“O-oh! Well, I... didn’t notice that,” she blinked. “That’s very naughty.”

“I expected much better of you, Pit,” Palutena frowned, then let out a soft sigh of resignation. “Master Hand is certainly going to have to hear about this--”

“--Wait!” Pit interjected, mind racing for any idea that might get him out of this. The last thing he wanted was to get Master Hand involved... but he had something that just might work. Wario had shown him more than a few pornos since he’d started fighting for the arena, and so far, this had been working out exactly like one of them. All he needed to do was whip out his huge cock, and the girls would forget all about being angry with him... they’d want nothing more than to get fucked, and this day would go from good to great. Foolproof.

“...Wait for what...?” Samus narrowed her eyes, folding her arms across her bust, though the edge of one nipple remained visible.

“You haven’t even seen...” Pit began, pulling himself up to his feet, though he still remained decidedly shorter than the women he’d come to spy on, “...what I’ve been blessed with.” Reaching beneath the flowing skirt of his tunic, the young angel slid his shorts down around his ankles in a single smooth motion, keeping his tunic tucked to the side to show off said ‘blessing.’ His expression shifted from nervous to smug as he displayed the massive, rock-hard angel-cock he was working with, throbbing with vigor and lustful intent--

“Pfffhahaha,” Bayonetta immediately snorted with glee, the other three women following suit moments later as they laid their eyes on what Pit had put on display. Enormous it most assuredly was not, and even saying ‘average’ was somewhat pushing the limits of that definition. “Is that something you were hoping to impress us with, luv? I confess, I wasn’t expecting much more, but... I think we’ve all got you beat.” With a little smirk, Bayonetta widened her stance, willing the wisps of magical hair she wore as clothing to recede back to her scalp, revealing the only part of her that Pit had yet to get his eyes on. Where the angel had very much expected to see a pussy, Bayonetta sported an impressively thick, smooth girldick, half-hard but already easily eclipsing Pit’s own erection, and rapidly rising to full stiffness now that it was out in the open.

“Oh, there’s no think about it,” Samus let out a dark chuckle, wiggling out of her own underthings and revealing a cock of her own, of similar size to Bayonetta’s, and thus pointedly outmatching Pit’s. Peach and Palutena followed suit, the fighters now stripped entirely naked so they could show off their mouth-watering members, something that set Pit very much on the back foot.

“Oh, I... uh... I think there must be some kind of... m-misunderstanding...” Pit took a step backwards, attempting to retreat towards the lockers but bumping into Samus instead, who’d slithered behind him while the angel gawked at the girls’ thick, hardening dicks. “I’m... I mean...” he fumbled over his words even as he did the same with his thoughts, his lust-addled mind suddenly wracked with confusion as he took in the sight of their naked bodies. They were still all so gorgeous, but he wasn’t gay or anything, and the fact that they all had such impressive penises was something he was having difficulty digesting.

He froze up even harder, then, when he felt a hand on his boyhood, Samus reaching around from behind him and gently squeezing her fingers around the still-hard, still-exposed shaft, giving it a few experimental, teasing strokes. “Oh, I don’t think there’s any misunderstanding at all,” the bounty hunter purred in his ear from behind, and he swallowed hard as he felt the underside of her shaft press firmly up against his petite butt. “You let this little thing serve as your brain, and it brought you here. Hmm...” she paused, thinking, still massaging her thumb back and forth along Pit’s dick. “I think we can have some fun with this, though. What do you think, girls?”

“Oh, fun sounds fun,” Peach chirped.

“And I do always get so riled up after a match,” Bayonetta added with a haughty chuckle.

“Tell you what, little angel,” Samus continued. “If any of us cum before you do, I’ll let you fuck me,” she purred, the other three women now drawing near, their expressions turning predatory as they pushed their cocks up against Pit’s, gently bullying it back and forth and drawing an uncertain whine from the angel. “But if you cum first, I get to fuck you.”

His mind raced -- dick or not, fucking Samus sounded like a dream come true. Surely he’d have no problem holding back from a little stroking, all he had to do was endure until one of the other women blew their load. He had to admit that the sensation of their hard cocks pushing up against his own felt better than expected, not to mention their soft, full tits jiggling just inches from his face. His confusion over whether all of this was gay or not was growing by the instant, but he was confident in his sexuality. Despite his cheeks growing redder and redder, he had this. “D-deal,” he said, a little uncertain of what he was getting into, but the reward was too good to pass up -- even if she didn’t have a pussy, Samus had plenty of other places for Pit to shove his hard dick, and he couldn’t wait to try them out.

“I hope you know what you’re doing, Pit,” Palutena let out a somber chuckle. She was the least amused by the entire situation, more disappointed in the behavior of her charge -- but he’d made his choice, and now he needed to endure the consequences of it, and there was some pleasure to be taken in that. Beyond that, the objective, physical pleasure she was experiencing provided ample distraction as she thrust her hips forward, the side of her breast squishing into Peach’s as she shoved her hard, throbbing girlcock into the bouquet of them before her, joining forces with witch and princess to grind and push against the stiff, aching rod of the hapless angel.

For Pit himself, the stakes -- and challenge -- had changed completely. He was no longer concerned about being caught, or even about being turned in. The question, now, was whether he could hold back an orgasm long enough for one of the ladies to cum first, allowing him to reap his reward... and avoid his punishment. Obviously there was nothing sexy about the way they all surrounded him, pushing and squeezing their thick shafts against his own and each others, dwarfing him and bullying him. It was humiliating... kind of... and definitely not something he could be enjoying. Definitely not something that had him getting harder and harder, a thin strand of precum leaking from the tip of his slender shaft as it was smothered in the girls’ thicker, hotter ones. And he definitely wasn’t turned on by the sensation of Samus’s cock prodding against him from behind, more and more insistent as she waited for him to fail, her hand gently gripping the base of his member to keep it from bouncing too much, ensuring it remained a clear target for the others to rub and squish against.

“Ooh, look how much he likes it,” Bayonetta purred.

“Yeah, it looks like he’s a little slut for cock, after all,” Samus teased, while Peach pulled in close, leaving her cock squashed against Pit’s while she artfully peeled away his tunic, leaving his short, slim, feminine figure bared for all to enjoy, his little wings folded tight against his back, toes curling visibly within his sandals.

Pit found his teeth gritted, his body twitching and flexing as pleasure began to pulsate through him in a way that was harder and harder to ignore. He’d thought this would be a cakewalk -- after all, he didn’t like dick or anything like that, so a bunch of them rubbing up against his would just be like, more weird than anything, right? -- but this assumption was panning out to be far from correct. Between the arousal of being surrounded by beautiful ladies, and the insistent, grinding heat of their hard shafts pushing and rubbing against his own, he felt his sleek member throbbing harder and harder, and cumming was something he now needed to actively resist.

Unfortunately, his arousal would only continue to mount as he watched Peach lean into Palutena, eyes drifting shut and lips pressing into the other woman’s, sharing a long, tangled kiss as they rocked their hips forward again and again into him. Samus’s hands moved from Pit’s shaft to beneath his thighs, lifting him up into the air and spreading his legs to provide even better access for the other girls to rut and squish against his cock, the smooth, tight cheeks of his butt spreading apart to accommodate something that, increasingly, seemed inevitable.

“Oh, you like that, yeah?” Bayonetta grinned, tracing Pit’s gaze to the sapphic embrace between Palutena and Peach. “Such a little scamp you are... so much at stake and you still want a show.” Reaching one hand down into the feast of four cocks, the witch wound her fingers around them, binding them more tightly together and offering slow strokes in counter-rhythm to the eager thrusting and shifting. With her other hand, she took hold of Palutena’s vivid emerald hair, gently detaching her from the Princess and closing in for a long kiss of her own, tongue entwining with the goddess’s even as the tip of her girlcock prodded and bullied against the smooth, tight sack of Pit’s defenseless balls. “MMnnnn... like this...?”

Pit swallowed hard, torn between whether to avert his gaze in hopes of winning this contest, or watching transfixed as his fantasies came to life in front of him. He settled on the latter, with ‘little Pit’ making the decision for him, as it so often did. Breathing heavy, his soft panting and bitten-back moans finally escalated to a gasp, and he did exactly what he’d been struggling not to as he watched Palutena and Bayonetta hungrily make out -- he came, his slim boyhood shooting thick strands of sticky seed all over the three girls in front of him, coating their soft, jiggling tits in a shimmering coating of his hot cum.

Bayonetta’s expression turned from teasing, to triumphant, sliding her tongue along Palutena’s before breaking the kiss, idly rubbing Pit’s cum into one of the goddess’s breasts. “I knew that would work.”

“And you know what this means!” Peach beamed. Pit was, indeed, well aware.

He became even more intimately aware when he felt himself being lifted a little higher by his thighs, his legs spread a little wider -- and the hard, thick rod of Samus’s girlcock pressed against his exposed anus, throbbing with impatience after having been neglected for so long. “Well, I suppose you should consider this a lesson, little angel,” the bounty hunter purred into his ear from behind, lowering him firmly onto her cock. Pit gritted his teeth as he felt it push inside of him, then let out a high-pitched moan, his own wet penis falling half-limp after his release, even as the other girls continued to harangue it with their own.

“Nnnghhaahh...!” Pit groaned, his wings stretching out behind him, only to dangle half-extended at his sides, as Samus began to thrust into him. The other women also hadn’t let up, so riled up from their ‘challenge’ that they were eager to cum, some groping or stroking each other, others continuing to grind against Pit’s waifish naked body, either against his slick, bouncing penis or his flat, smooth chest, squishing the tips of their cocks against his stiffened pink nipples. What a shock that, in sneaking in here to look at girls, he’d ended up being made into the girl himself, his legs dangling as Samus rutted up into his tight ass again and again, filling him with her hard, throbbing warmth.

He couldn’t believe the way it felt -- even having been taken so suddenly, so decisively -- Samus’s cock pushing up into his ass left him feeling violated, but, after some discomfort, he felt a warm, strange pleasure blooming up through his slender figure, one that crackled and flared like a fireworks display each time he felt her hips slap up against the spread cheeks of his poor, forfeited butt. He moaned and squirmed as she fucked him harder and harder, stiff girldicks poking and grinding against him from every direction, coating him in a thin sheen of their precum... though he could tell the grand finale was soon to come.

“Mmnn, for a little pervert, his ass is so tight...” Samus growled from behind him, not for his benefit but for that of her fellow fighters as she railed him faster and faster.

“I can hear fighting upstairs,” Palutena added in as she stroked her cock side-by-side along Peach’s, keeping both held tight with her hand and aiming them at Pit’s face. “Better finish quick so we can get out of here.”

“For a goddess, I’m surprised you know when to drop the bag and run,” Bayonetta giggled, grinding against Pit’s chest as if she was titfucking him, though even his soft figure provided no real friction. “But you’re quite right...."

Pit bit his lower lip, shuddering as he felt Samus’s shaft start to pulsate inside of him, then letting out a gasp when he felt a thick glug of hot spunk shoot up and into his ass, followed by a second, then a third, flooding him with sticky heat. The gasp, though, provided the perfect target, and he soon found himself spluttering and gagging as several thick ropes of cum abruptly filled his mouth, Peach and Palutena’s shafts spasming against each other as they pumped their hot goop past his open lips. He swallowed some, spitting up the rest, which joined the creamy white fan of seed that Bayonetta shot across his neck and chest, streaming down his naked body, making a mess of the naughty little angel who’d bitten off far, far more than he could chew.

After a few moments, Pit found himself lowered to the tile of the locker room, eyes open, panting softly as he listened to the girls finally take the showers they’d come here for, chatting and chuckling amongst themselves as they cleaned up -- both from their fight, and from the thorough violation of a boy who flew too close to the sun.

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[voyeurism] [girly grab-assin'] [minor humiliation] [frot] [anal]