Break the Targets! (for finkfly90)

With a sigh, Samus shook her head, but got back into playing position. “Your funeral.” She muttered under her breath, While Daisy prepared, she turned her attention upwards… a Jumbotron displaying the score (and number of rackets left, apparently) loomed over them. Underneath both players profiles - Samus appropriately represented by a question mark - was a black circle that slowly filled with red, then yellow, then green lines. Samus’ was nearing completion. After her starshot, Daisy’s had bounced back down to red.

Hm. Thinking little of it, Samus turned her attention back to the game as the ball came soaring towards her. Caught momentarily off-guard, she swung her racket and sent the ball back at a weak pace, straight into Daisy’s course. It was bad for her, of course, but that little meter on-screen filled up on contact… and then began glowing a fiery blue.

A sudden surge of power flowed through Samus’ veins. Hm, she frowned. So that did mean something. Under the circle, new words appeared beneath: “ULTIMATE READY.” Ultimate? So anything goes? That gave Samus an idea.

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Daisy didn’t notice that her opponent was flowing with energy as she was using all of her strength to get her racket on the ball, using a trick shot to hit the ball back right at Samus.

Whether it was by the power of some ancient racket or just a rupture in the space/time continuum, as that ball crossed over the net, the world slowed down for Samus. Everything was coated in an iridescent blue glow as time slowed to a crawl, Daisy’s cocky smirk immortalized in her face while the crowd’s waving arms dragged down to slow motion. Everything went slow. Except for one: Samus herself.

Stepping up to the ball lackadaisically as it hovered in mid-air, Samus perked up her brow as she gave it a soft tap. Huh. Weird. Still, she figured this wouldn’t last forever, thanks to the one other element that wasn’t affected by the slowing of time - the circle on the board. With a huff, Samus got an idea. She slapped her thigh, where a small, button-shaped mark on her body was waiting - the Chozo mark - and on cue, all the separate pieces of her armor came flying back from inside the locker room, assembling around her body until once again, she was fully geared. With a huff, Samus slammed her arm cannon into the ball. It flew to the earth and bounced back up, spawning a char mark on the ground; and then, she hopped up into the air, curling her legs to her chest as her body enveloped itself in an electric glow. While there, bombs spawned from her suit, small, circular grenades that drifted beneath her and bounced her up into the air upon popping open. And finally the ball came back down.

The whole time, unseen in her balled up form, Samus’ cannon was preparing a charge shot. And right as the ball came back down in front of her, she popped out of her shell and let her shot go: the thunderous cannon exploded, sending a static, fiery tennis ball rocketing straight towards Daisy like a meteor as time kicked back in.

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As the shot rocketed back at the brown haired princess, her eyes went wide like saucers and instinctively tried to hit the ball back. The force of the shot not only shattered her racket and gave the game to Samus, but her shirt and shorts were completely burnt off. This left a completely dizzy and delirious Daisy sitting on the ground in her orange bra and white panties with an orange daisy on the seat.

Samus' hand hit the ground. The sound of deafening cheering erupted in the stadium as the announcer Lakitu called, "That's the game!" Samus didn't see any of that. Her suit was cooking her inside and steam flowed through it's every crevice, until piece by piece, the armor began to fall away, disassembling into fragments around her as that cheering turned to ooh's and hushed aw's... and at least one wolf-whistle.

"Ugh." Samus thought, "They already saw me without the suit. Really?" Once she finally raised her heavy head, though, she found it wasn't her body that the offender was whistling at after all - it was poor Princess Daisy's. Samus had to stifle a laugh as she looked at her pathetic opponent, fully stripped by the blast of her tennis ball.

"What can I say?" She asked, giving Daisy time to snap out of her daze. "At least it didn't take your head off."

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“W-Wha-“ Daisy shook her head to get rid of the rust and grogginess before looking down and turning pale. She jumped to her feet and began to try and cover herself with her arms but failed terribly as the laughter grew even louder. “Don’t look at me!” She screamed.

“Oh, no, you don’t!” Samus’ cannon still connected to her arm glowed with light as a sudden whip made of pure energy flew from it’s cannon and wrapped itself around Daisy’s wrist, prying her arm free off her exposed body and dragging her closer a few steps in the meantime. The laughter abruptly stopped. Samus, meanwhile, let silence reign for a second as she took in all that Daisy had to offer… and the girl’s athletic body was certainly a contrast to Peach’s chubby butt.

Still, she said nothing about that. “We made a deal.” Samus growled, “And you are going to wash every inch of my ship. Aren’t you?”

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"Arg!" Daisy groaned as she was restrained by the plasma whip, kicking her tiny feet in an effort of defiance. "And what if I don't?" She spat, staring daggers at the beautiful blonde as her face was turned deep red in humiliation as she felt thousands of eyes ogling her.

Samus' eyes were cast in shadow as she glared down, an uncharacteristic smirk growing on her lips. "I was hoping you'd say that." Before Daisy could react, Samus yanked her arm cannon backwards, hurdling Daisy across the court until she barrelled straight into the net and fell over it on her stomach, suspending her feet off the ground while her hands couldn't quite reach the floor either and meanwhile propping up her fit tush for the cameras to take in.

And so they did. The main Lakitu with a camera on the end of it's fishing rod wasted no time lowering down to the scene and catching exactly what every oggling Koopa and Goomba wanted on the Jumbotron; Daisy's struggling butt bent over the tennis net.

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Daisy gasped loudly as she was thrown over the net, kicking her feet wildly in a attempt to fight back. “Let me goooo!” The princess complained, her face burnt red as the seat of her panties was blown up on the big screen with part of her cheeks sticking out from the bottom as she heard the crowd getting riled up in excitement.