To call the World of Light a strange place would be an understatement; even to the warriors making their way through it. Thought their own worlds have their fair share of adventures and oddities, seeing the… Confused amalgam of each of their worlds mashed together and populated by enslaved puppets; facsimiles of friends was something none of them had anticipated. 

	With the threat of Galeem and Dharkon dispelled, the bulk of the spirits they’d conscripted had returned to their homeworld - but despite that, the realms they’d created hadn’t disappeared just yet. If anything - they’d entered a state of flux. Some areas were disappearing - fading into oblivion, giving hope that it’d eventually disappear, but on the other hand, certain areas, being pushed together, seemed to create something new - less like it was disappearing outright, and more like they were destabilizing. Metamorphosing without any abominable master to command them. 

	While most fighters were willing to let it be, and eagerly return to their friendly competitions, there were a few that were… Concerned. Among these bold adventurers, willing to delve into the familiar-yet-alien realm of light once more, was the elegant Lucina. 

	The Ylissean princess holds her blade tightly, preparing to thrust. Leering and bracing herself, she drives it forward, piercing clean through the target before her. 

	A pair of momentarily-stuck automatic doors.

	Lucina grimaces as she uses her sword to pry the doors apart; evoking a harsh metallic whine as they slowly give way. After a minute or two of strain, she’s finally pulled them open far enough for somebody to fit through. She huffs, sliding it back into her sheathe and looking upward.

	DUKES GYM a sign declared proudly; the words sitting beneath a logo of a creature she’d come to know as a “Hitmonchan” slugging a human in the face, and in turn, getting punched back. The building before her sat upon a city block - one of the most… Apt areas to shift. While more remote areas didn’t seem to change much - anywhere man-made seemed to change by the day - sometimes by the hour. Just yesterday she’d found a bar that Bayonetta seemed to have some familiarity with, and the day before that, she found some sort of lab, with tubes holding Chimerae and Metroids. While these places were odd enough - what was more peculiar to Lucina was that there was nobody to staff them. 

	The more wild areas were peaceful when they were empty, but places like this just felt… Eerie. 

	Looking down, Lucina’s brow quirks - she watches her shadow extend from a rough ovoid shape cast by the unending noon this world was set in, to an elongated silhouette of her body, growing ever-closer to the doorway before her. Her mind rushes back to something she’d learned from Link; about times when his shadow would come to life and attack. Drawing her blade once more, she thrusts it at the ground-

	And generates little more than a few sparks and a harsh clang.

	Lucina whips backward, and for a moment, she’s blinded by bright light… But as her eyes adjust, she finds herself greeted by the familiar face of a green-haired goddess. None one of her world; however - but one she’d grown progressively more familiar with in recent days. 
	
	“Something wrong?” Palutena muses, tilting her head, and pointing to the luminous halo hovering over it. “You looked like you needed a light.”

	Lucina sheathes her blade, feeling heat rush into her cheeks. “I was fine, thank you.” she murmurs, averting her gaze. “Just… Anxious.” Her remark earns her a soft thrum from the goddess, who crosses her arms. 

“You’ve been anxious all week.” she remarks. “That kind of stress is bad for the skin, y’know.” Lucina opens her mouth to protest, but Palutena raises a hand. “Sorry, sorry- it’s just… There really hasn’t been anything dangerous around these places. It wouldn’t kill you to relax.” The goddess steps around Lucina, approaching the doorway. The light she gives off illuminates just a little bit within - showing off a… Charming mat that reads ‘BEAT IT’. 

	Lucina moves forward, her hand still resting on the handle of her blade. “You’re right. It wouldn’t hurt me - but… If I slow down, I feel like I’m doing him wrong.”  

	Him. Palutena nods knowingly. The few fighters that cared enough to dive back into this world always had a reason - for Samus, it was habit. For Olimar, it was for artifacts. For Chrom, camaraderie - joining the likes of Roy and Marth to investigate it, and for Lucina… It was Chrom. “He’s not getting any further away. For as much as it’s changing - it’s not like this world is getting any bigger.” It’d been over a month since they’d last seen him - it wasn’t like he’d gone back to their world, either; he wouldn’t turn down a world centered around combat like this. Lucina had come to Palutena to see if she could find him in one of her scrying pools - the fact that she couldn’t was one of the reasons Palutena had agreed to help hunt him down. 

	Lucina shakes her head. “If it were me that went missing, he’d want to find me as soon as possible. I just-” She braces a hand against the door, sighing. “I think something’s really wrong here. Here,” She gestures vaguely to the town they’d been exploring. “all over this world.”

	Palutena tilts her head a little, her hands tightening around her staff. “Yeah. I mean, it’s always been weird - but it’s a special kind of weird. Even so...” She nudges her staff toward the gym. “Do you really think we’ll find him here?”

	Lucina looks down for a moment, then draws her blade “I don’t know - but I’ll turn over every stone in this world if it means getting a clue to where he is.” She takes a few steps inward, her footsteps echoing through the hallway; slowly coming to a halt. She turns back to the entrance, the resolution in her voice having given way to a bit of insecurity. “Can you, uh, please bring your light?” Palutena’s halo glows brighter as she steps inward - moving quickly to take a place by Lucina’s side.

	The entrance into the gym seemed to be pretty narrow - a hallway with a desk on one side, that led to another set of doors. After Lucina pried them open, Palutena led the way forward - as soon as she set foot through them, the two were blinded. With a harsh clunk, a set of lights on the ceiling activated, illuminating the bulk of the room. 

	The gym seemed rather large - even moreso than the building they entered. It was even and square; the walls lined with a selection of training equipment. Dumbbells, miscellaneous weights; but a wide variety of punching bags. For a moment, the center of the room was dark - but as Lucina stepped in, another set of lights kicked on. In the dead-center of the gym was a ring - it reminded the two of the boxing ring they’d fought on in the past, but without an audience. 

	Lucina made her way over to the ring, reaching up and pulling back on one of the ropes - then letting it snap back into position. “Huh.” she murmurs. Tentatively, she ducks under the lowest rope and climbs up onto it. It bounces a little as she steps up - causing her to wobble slightly. Once she regains her footing, she looks around the gym from her new vantage point. While there isn’t much more clear from where she is than where she was on ground level - she could make out the walls, at least. The far wall didn’t seem to have anything special, but on either side, she could make out a pair of doorways - mercifully, without any proper doors to secure them. Above each one she could make out the word LOCKERS set beneath a silhouette that was… Flexing. Nothing seemed to differentiate the two - so Lucina just shrugged.

	“Hm, I wonder if I could talk Pit into training here?” Palutena muses, making her way through the machines. She idly picks up a dumbbell, pumping it once playfully. “I mean, brains aren’t exactly his specialty, so it’d be better to work on his brawn…” She looks over to Lucina in the ring, waving to her. “Hey!”

	Lucina stiffens. “Hey-” she begins, then quickly quiets. “Hey!” she hisses. “Keep it down! We still don’t know if we’re alone!” 

	Palutena rolls her eyes. “Lighten up - I can tell there’s nobody here. Scrying and divination is my specialty, remember?” she declares proudly. “Besides, this place doesn’t really look… Lived-in. Some of the other places we’ve checked out at least pretend like people are still around. ”

	Lucina raises a hand to her head wearily. On one hand, that meant there weren’t any enemies - but on the other hand, that meant Chrom wasn’t either. “Well,” she begins, retaining some semblance of her resolution. “maybe he’s been here. If not here, then somewhere this place used to be.”

	Palutena takes a moment to think… Then chucks the dumbbell over her shoulder; leaving it to land with a thud. “I didn’t think of that. Do you think anything would be left? When these places reshape, it can be a little...” She raises a hand, then quickly balls it into a fist. “Violent.”

	Lucina moves over to the edge of the ring, leaning on the ropes. “Maybe for things of this world. Everything Galeem and Dharkon made themselves. But, maybe things from outside - things we bring in, those could last.”

	Palutena places a hand on her hip. “You think he’d leave anything behind? A weapon, a piece of armor…?” 

	Lucina shakes her head. “Not willingly.” she says grimly. She shoves off of the ropes, looking over to the locker rooms on the west side of the building. “It doesn’t look like anything in here is out of place - but there’s still a bit more to this place. I’m going to investigate the locker rooms - why don’t you take a look at…” She looks behind herself, nodding her head toward the east side of the building. “The, uh, locker rooms.”

	Palutena twirls her staff and beams, moving eastward. “Of course. If you find anything, just call - if I don’t hear you, I should be able to pick you up.” She says confidently. Lucina nods as she slips under the lower ropes, moving off to westward lockers. 

	Darkness awaits her as she walks under the flexing banner above the hall to the locker room - but much like the gym proper, the lights seem to activate in response to her presence. They click on, one at a time, as though guiding her deeper. The deeper she goes - the more the familiar… Atmosphere of the gym seems to change. The main area was… Still. Untouched, before they arrived - there was a faintly fresh scent in the air; that being the first thing to disappear. When she finally arrived at the locker room, it felt like a completely different building. Not untouched - abandoned. 

	The tile on the floors seemed cracked. The lockers themselves had been painted; but the coat seemed to be bubbling up or peeling - revealing small patches of rust beneath. She passes a bench that seems to have been shattered in the center; splinters spread across the floor itself. The air was… Stale; with a faint tang of sweat lingering as an undertone to every breath Lucina took.

	At the far end of the room was a curtain - and darkness beyond. As she’d grown accustomed - when she approached, a light kicked on. As it did, a shadow was cast upon the curtain - one of a hulking figure standing in the room beyond. 

	Lucina cursed under her breath - Palutena said this place was empty! She drew her blade, holding it ready. By the way the shadow was cast, she couldn’t tell if it was facing toward or away from her. Carefully, she inched closer, brandishing her falchion. As she came within range of the curtain, she cut clear across the top, tearing it down and revealing the figure beyond.

	Standing in the center of a series of shower stalls was an Incineroar - but… It wasn’t doing anything more than that. The burly Pokemon seemed to stand idly; its head down, shoulders slumped, and arms hanging at its sides. Its fur was a colorless shade of grey - and that told the warrior everything she needed to know.

	“A puppet,” she begins, sheathing her sword. “with no strings.” No wonder Palutena didn’t pick it up - it didn’t have an actual spirit inside of it. Lucina sighs in relief - the last thing she wanted to do was get into a fight when she was trying to escape. She inches out of the way of the uninhabited puppet fighter as she enters the showers - which seemed to be the source of the stale scent about the locker room. She pushed open each stall she passed, leering inward in hopes she might find something - a key, a chest, a power-up; even a disembodied spirit. At least she had a vessel for it.

	To the princess’ disappointment - she found nothing. Lucina shook her head dejectedly, murmuring. “Maybe it’ll be in the other room. Or-” She perks up, but then grimaces. “I hope it’s not hidden in one of the lockers…”

	Preparing to make her way out of the showers, she reaches forward to shove the puppet aside-

	The moment her hand makes landfall, she can feel something is wrong. What she touches doesn’t feel like fur, or skin - rather, like clay. Looking over to it, she can see her hand pushing into the puppet - causing it to dimple in. Though that was disconcerting enough - she could see the essence of the puppet rushing up to cover her hand. “What-” she blurts out, watching the puppet’s shoulder break away into formless grey sludge, rolling up her arm. 

	Lucina tears her arm away; but the goo holds fast. It seems to connect to the puppet’s main body by a thin tube, undulating as more of it crawls over to her. While she’d simply had a thin coating of the stuff a moment ago - now it seems more like a cast. “No- no, damn it, get off!” Tugging away doesn’t seem to do anything - she braces herself against the wall and kicks at the puppet, trying to force it away from her - but all it seems to do is splat against the opposite wall, beginning to melt like a wax figure. 

	She can’t feel much from where the goo has covered her - but what she can feel is an odd sensation… In her core. Though panicked, she could recognize it as her essence - her own spirit - being… Interacted with somehow. She can see flashes of light roll across the sludge, as it bulges and swells. Worryingly - what she sees are stripes of red and black erupting across it, rolling over the smooth surface like a serpent. 

	Awkwardly, Lucina draws her falchion with her free hand, twisting the blade around and cutting through the sludge - even grazing the progressively-more-formless Incineroar opposite. Mercifully, the goo is rent easily, causing the severed stream to slip back into the cast of goo covering her arm, all the way up to her shoulder. Surrounded by the ooze, her arm feels… Hot. Uncomfortable - her first inclination is to liken it to being surrounded by blankets, but that isn’t quite accurate - she doesn’t feel like she’s wearing anything at all. It’s like flesh-against flesh - rubbing together, heating up… Lucina’s eyes are drawn to her arm - it seems, for a moment, like the goo is getting thinner. Even if her arm was totally covered, she can see the fabric of her shirt through it - getting 

	Then, she can feel a wet sensation on her thigh. Looking down, a globule of the goo seems to have rolled up her boot from when she kicked the thing - and since the puppet started to melt, she’s come to stand in a puddle of it. “No! No, no no no-” Though she tries to pick her boots up and out of the spreading goo; it’s already covered her feet - tendrils of the stuff whip their way up the leather on their way over the edge, spilling back down across her legs. She casts her blade aside and tries to grab onto one of her boots - pressing her hand through a smattering of the puppet-goo, which seems steeped with the scent of the showers - and tries to pull her leg out. The gambit doesn’t pay off; what small amount of the sludge has already entered it keeps her leg stuck fast - and now, her other hand is engulfed. 

	Lucina’s heart hammers away in her chest. Even if she wasn’t bound - she felt immobile. The goo kept her legs stuck, and her hands were covered under it. The odd stuff seems to spread beneath her clothes - compounding; swelling, and deforming her outfit further and further. She can hear the threads of it beginning to strain - and through the discomforting sensation of goo rolling across her skin, she can begin to feel her outfit reach its limits. 

	“Palutena!” she shouts - she isn’t convinced the goddess could hear her conventionally, but… Perhaps she could pick her up through some divine sense? She wasn’t sure - but it gave her hope. Sweat rolled down Lucina’s forehead as the slime heated up - and the pile of goo that had once been an Incineroar slowly disappeared. “Help!” 

	Her protests are cut short as she feels the pauldron pop off of her sleeve, falling with a clatter to the tile floor. Beneath it was a clear deformation of the slime - a profound bulge stacked on top of another bulge. There was a hole where the pauldron had been affixed - and beneath it, she saw…

	Red fur. As Lucina swung her arm forward, the tear widened, running lower down her sleeve, exposing a stripe of black beneath it. Beneath that, red, then black, and then… Her hand. For a time, it had been covered by the grey goo - but by now, was an uneven expanse of red. A ball - a… Fist. Tentatively, Lucina tried to move her hand underneath the goo-

	And, in doing so, released her wide, red paw from the fist it's been balled into. From her palm drops the tattered shreds of her glove.

	“Wh-what…” she utters breathlessly, looking to her other arm. She tries to wiggle her fingers - and she can see them stretching out from the still-forming red goo; each finger popping out - and a claw popping out of each finger, before fur begins to define itself over the mass now composing her limb. 

	Aghast, Lucina pulls both arms before her - each one swollen in a way she’d only be able to describe as grotesque on her own body… And generous even to the familiar Pokemon. The simple motion of pulling her arms in close causes both of her sleeves to burst, and a tear to form along the back of her outfit - from the shredded sleeves, wild tufts of black fur extend from around her biceps. The fur upon them is fine - noticeable but short; allowing beads of sweat rolling down them to become clear. 

“This can’t be happening,” Lucina utters, feeling the slime press down against her chest. “This can’t be happening,” She can feel flesh pile onto her midsection - causing her already-distended frame to further broaden. “This can’t be happening,” Her voice comes out lower, now - with a harsher quality. “no, no…”

	The blue-haired woman leans back; arching her back and feeling her chest swell out - powerful abs covered in fur engulfing her breasts. Already torn in back, the front of her outfit is now rent, with a bellowing “No!” belting out from Lucina. As a dark, ashen grey and stark black settles over her chest, a belt forms around her waist - for a time, grey. Only a spark of orange sits within the center; smoldering like an ember. 

	Lucina reaches down, her clawed hands clumsily pawing at her boots - hoping to spare her legs the same fate as her upper half. They rake across the leather and leave wicked gashes across the surface, but by the time she pulls her legs free - one is already the squat, muscular leg of an Incineroar, and the other still covered in a coating of grey. Yet - she was free. Her body was willed into motion before her mind even had a chance to direct it; sprinting out of the showers, past the crumpled curtain, and through the locker room. With each step her unfinished leg made, there was a wet slap, and another inch of fur spreading from her outer thigh inward.. When the panic lessened to such a degree she felt comfortable looking behind herself - she found herself dragging a rope of the sludge behind her; connected to the unfinished limb. Try as she might to shake it off, it followed along, and by the time she reached the threshold of the locker room…

	Lucina stopped, dead in her tracks. There was a hot, burning sensation that struck through her body - rolling across her lower half; in time with the tiny ember of orange spreading out across her belt. Before she had a chance to look down - she felt a wet slap behind her as the rest of the goo caught up with her; slamming against her back, hard. Lucina’s legs - though powerful - felt paralyzed as the heat began to build…

	“I… Ain’t stopping herrrrre…” she growls. With herculean effort, she wills one leg into motion - the one she knew was finished, feeling her powerful new feet stomp on the ground. Then, the next step came - the last bit of undefined sludge on her leg quaked and sprouted fur, locking it into place as another powerful paw. As she lumbered forward, the goo behind her jerked and twirled; sprouting into a tail that powerfully and angrily lashed behind her. Yet, a bit of the goo remained - as did that frustrating, nagging warmth…

	“Come off - come off!” a voice shouts. Lucina soldiers onward, bracing against the threshold of the locker room’s entrance. She leers as she looks around, scanning across the unattended equipment before finally settling on the ring in the center. She can see Palutena standing in it; hunched over a little, with her back to Lucina. Her long, green hair draped over her body - so Lucina didn’t know what was wrong. “Get off of me!” she whines. 

	Despite the ongoing plight of her body, Lucina rushed forward. From the way Palutena was shouting; hell, by the fact that she didn’t hear Lucina’s pleas, she was afraid the goddess had suffered the same way she was. Lucina slides into the ring under the lower rope, hefting herself up. “Pal-” she begins, “Palutena!  Are ya… Okay?” Lucina reins herself in, coughing. The new tone of her voice is hard on her throat - bassy, powerful; and an effort to shift back from. 

	Despite her altered tone, Palutena picks up on it. “Lucina?” she murmurs. She stands up a little - and her ears perk up. Lucina’s jaw drops as she sees them - having clearly… Changed since she’d seen the goddess last. Sitting atop her head were a pair of long, tubular ears; the tips black covered in black fur, while the rest were yellow. They disappeared into her green locks - which, too, seemed to conceal a familiar tail. It was shaped like a lightning bolt, tipped with a black spot in the shape of a heart.

	“Shit.” Lucina grumbles. As the goddess turns around, the extent of her changes become clear. While she seems to have maintained her prior figure and stature - the latter of which now doesn’t seem as… Impressive as it had before; with Lucina standing an inch or two over her - her skin seems to have been covered in bright, yellow fur. While Lucina’s own face seems to have been untouched - Palutena’s seems to have finished its transition into its current state; bearing the familiar features, right down to the red cheeks, of a Pikachu… But hidden under a mask. It seems she wasn’t just turned into a Pikachu - but she’d gained a Libre outfit furthermore.

The goddess’ hands - which seem more like paws now, are currently prying at a stretchy outfit that seems to have replaced her own - Lucina can’t help but feel a little jealous; her own having been destroyed. Well, jealous, and… As she looks over the material, clinging so tightly to the goddess’ figure, she feels… Lucina reached up to her lips, noticing two things - first, that she’d been drooling; and second, that she’d begun to develop a set of fangs. Swallowing heavily, she forces herself to look Palutena in the eye and asks the same question the goddess fires at her:

“What happened to you?”

Lucina jabs a clawed thumb toward the lockers. “Puppet that ain’t gotta spirit,”

Palutena interjects “in the showers? Turned into goo?” Lucina nods. The goddess groans - releasing the tight spandex of the outfit she’s encased in, letting it snap back into position. “Great. I mean, we’re both pretty messed up, but at least you’re not trapped in this-” She grabs at it again, trying to pull off the mask over her face. “thing!” She hooks her thumbs under the eyeholes, pulling it upward - Lucina can see her arms strain as she holds it a few inches away from her face, trying to force her head out of the opening she’s creating, but…

Snap.

With a heavy snap, the material comes back down on Palutena’s head with force - enough force to… Push her down a couple of inches? Lucina leans forward - and Palutena looks up at her. “What?” she muses, looking down at herself. “What-... Oh.” Be it a response to her protests or just a continuing effect of the puppet-goo, the outfit seems to have… Shrunk her down a couple inches. She didn’t seem to have lost the mass, either - it just seems to have been redistributed. The material around her breasts and hips seems to push out a little more - highlighting her curves as they expand… Proportionally. 

“Oh, this isn’t good. This isn’t…” Palutena begins to pace around the ring, and Lucina steps forward. 

“Hey!” she belts out, flashing her claws. “Maybe I can tear it off?” The goddess-turned-Pokemon whips around, a smile coming across her face. 

She moves closer, spreading her arms. “Yeah - give it a shot!” 

Lucina gulps as she looks down at Palutena. She takes a heavy step closer, extending her paws, and… She wrinkles her nose a little, looking away. Bringing a claw up to scratch at her face - she can feel the texture of her nose shifting; from flesh to something a little firmer. What’s more; whiskers began to brush against her paw. She snorts a little, finally reaching for Palutena and-

Zap. Lucina recoils, grasping her paw. “Hey, what gives?” she yelps. She’d tried to place a hand on Palutena’s side, but it shocked her - not gently, either. Furrowing her brow, she tries her other side - only to get zapped again. “Damn it!” she grumbles. She bares her claws again, reaching a little further up, and…

Success! Lucina’s hand finally makes safe landfall on Palutena’s body, but… She’s groping her breast. Palutena gasps, feeling the firm, burly paw come down upon the soft - even softer than before - flesh through the tight spandex, causing her red cheeks to spark with static. “Lucina!” she blurts out - her tone isn’t chiding or accusatory, just… Surprised. “This- you… This isn’t a good time to-”

“H-hey! You kept shocking me!” Lucina shoots back. “I’m just workin’ with what I got.” Palutena’s cheeks continue to visibly and audibly fire off small jolts of electricity - she doesn’t respond immediately; instead facing away from Lucina… And letting her hand linger. 

The altered goddess sighs - her breath coming with a slight shudder. “F-fine. Just get this… Thing off of me. Here-” Palutena places her smaller paw on Lucina’s, slowly turning around. “See if you can get a better grip like this. Try tearing it apart from the middle… I saw somebody do that once.” She guides Lucina’s paw to her opposite breast, while the blue-haired Pokemon places her paw over her other breast.  

She bears her claws - allowing them to pierce the fabric resting within Palutena’s cleavage. “Okay…” Lucina murmurs, bracing herself. “I’m gonna start… Shreddin’ this thing.” At once, she begins to pull the fabric apart - it gives an inch, but no more than that. While her claws poked through it like a hot knife through butter, tearing it was like she was trying to bend steel. Her arms tensed - she can feel her muscles bulging; she can feel a bead of sweat rolling down them as she…

Worked out.

Lucina arches her back and presses her flat, muscular chest against Palutena’s back, continuing to growl as she tries to pull it apart. Every so often, she’d feel a thread give way, feeling her claws drift through the fine, yellow fur beneath it; harmlessly grazing the soft, warm skin of the goddess’ breasts. She forces Palutena closer - her plumper rear pressing against her crotch. Lucina strains again, tugging at the garment with a rugged “Hngh!” - as she does, her hips thrust forward-

The sensation she feels paralyzes her. All the strength she’d maintained disappears for just a moment - long enough for the garment to snap back, forcing her claws out of it and reknitting itself. An audible snap resounds throughout the ring - Palutena seems to jump up for a moment, as if squeezed by the fabric… Before, once more getting shoved downward. The force of it floors her - sending the green-haired goddess down onto her now-plumper ass. “Ow- hey! What happened?” she whines, turning around.

	Looking up at Lucina, she can see her familiar head of blue hair sitting over a largely-feline face. Her eyes are still the same, familiar shade of blue surrounded by a pool of white - but her face has developed into a furred, feline snout. Her fanged jaw is agog; hanging open in awe as she looks downward - her own gaze drawing Palutena’s. 

Settled beneath her belt - the pendant now a fiery, glowing orange - was… A fat, dark, cock. It was thick; a foot long and growing - heavy and veiny; and an invasive thought likened it to her own, powerful muscles. Were it a part of any man’s body, Lucina thought, it’d be no small point of pride…

And from her position on the ground, Palutena was eye-level with it. “Eh… Lucina…?”

“...Roar.” the blue-haired Pokemon concludes, still fixated on the turgid member before… Him.. He blinks, and shakes his head, a look of concern washing over his face. “I- u-uh, I can, um. Explain…”

Palutena looks away, her cheeks sparking a little. “No offense, but you… Probably can’t, but don’t worry - I get it, uh… Let’s… Let’s just hurry this up and get some help.” She sighs a little, leaning forward; getting on her hands and knees as she picks herself up off the ground. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.” 

Lucinaroar feels his member throb as he stares down at the mousey goddess’ plump rear - reflexively, he reaches out, before stopping himself. 

Palutena looks over her shoulder, remaining in place; her thunderbolt tail waving to and fro over her rear; brushing aside her now-absurdly-long green locks. “Did you think of something?” she muses.

Lucinaroar stiffens. “Hell yeah!” he blurts out - no, wait, he really didn’t have an idea, he just… Really wanted to get a feel of that little mouse’s ass. “I… Uh… Think I got somethin’.” He was drawing a blank, but he was urged forward. Maybe… He’ll think of something helpful when he was doing what he wanted? Yeah - yeah, that totally made sense. “Bend over, b-... B-buddy.” 

Palutena scratches her head a little, then leans downward, sticking her butt in the air. “Whatever you say. Just, uh… Be quick? These puppets really messed with our bodies, I just hope they didn’t mess around with our heads either.” she admits worriedly. 

Her concerns fall on deaf, feline ears as Lucinaroar leans down, clapping one hand on the soft, spandex-covered flesh before him - his other hand reaches up to Palutena’s head, holding her down. Almost immediately, Lucinaroar can feel the flesh of the goddess’ ass swell up - the material around it tightening, as his grip seemingly leached another few inches out of the green-haired woman beneath him.

“Hey!” the goddess whines. “Careful.”

Lucinaroar nods passively. Reversing his grip on the goddess’ rear, he runs his claws into the recess between her cheeks; poking them through the material. As before, the first few inches give way easily - but eventually, it stops yielding to his strength; leaving only a comparatively small tear. Small; insignificant as far as Palutena’s goals of escape went, but to Lucinaroar, it was big. Big enough…

	Palutena brushed a bit of hair out of her face - it hovered wispily around it; hanging in the air from the static that her cheeks were making. Truthfully, if Lucina was groping her like this on any other day of the week, she might not have minded, but- “Wha- hey!” Palutena’s body tenses - her ears and tail perking up as she feels something hard press through the tear in her outfit; nudging against her ass. “Lucina, what the-”

	The goddess is silenced as Lucina removes his hand from her ass, then brings it back down to give it a sharp spank. “S-suh… Sorry, but... “ he pants out. “But yer lookin’ real hot like this.” 

	With her cheeks glowing like lightbulbs, Palutena looks over her shoulder. “Yeah, well…!” she begins, biting her lip. “Th-thanks, you’re not looking so bad yourself, but- a-aaah!” She’s interrupted as Lucinaroar thrusts into her - several inches of her mammoth member burying themselves deep in the mousey goddess.

	A globule of drool falls from Lucinaroar’s lower lip, landing on Palutena’s lower back. “Ssssshit, you feel great.” he murmurs. Though momentarily stunned by the sensation, Palutena tries to sit up, only to be forced down again - and kept down, both by Lucinaroar’s firm paw and another inch or two disappearing from her frame; returning as more meat to her short, stacked figure.

	“Damn it-” she grumbles, her tiny claws trying to get a grip on the mat. “Lucina-a-a-aah, get a ffffff…” Another thrust, this time burying Lucinaroar’s cock in the not-so-unwilling recesses of Palutena’s ass. “fucking hold of yourself!” 

	“Already do - n’ I feel pumped!” he boasts. “Ain’t never felt better - what about you, Paluchu?” 

	“Paluchu? That isn’t-” Lucinaroar delivers another spank to her ass - causing the soft flesh to quake and shivers to run up her spine. “That wasn’t…” Another slap. “That’s…” Slap. “Right…” The dazed goddess’ eyelids lower, a dazed look coming over her face before she shakes it off. Right as that felt, there was something wrong here. Something she couldn’t just lie down and take.

	“Damn right!” Lucinaroar booms. “I’ve been waitin’ ta pin ya down for a long time, and… And I…” She pulls back, then thrusts back into Palutena; the action seemingly too taxing on her attention span to maintain her current train of thought. As he pounds, he loses himself in the motions - in the sensation of his heavy balls slapping against Paluchu’s thigh; in the walls tensing around his fat member, and curves swelling against his crotch as Paluchu’s height slips away… 

	It’s tempting - very, very tempting for Paluchu to sit there; taking her friend… Her companion… And for the moment, her lover’s cock. But, her brow furrows - and as much as it’d been suppressed by her change, by these sensations - a revelation comes to her. She wasn’t just some fucktoy. Her body be damned, she was a goddess. She wouldn’t be underestimated like this!

	As Lucinaroar prepares to thrust again, he finds Paluchu’s ass quickly rushing to meet his length; with force he never expected from such a petite little mouse. It isn’t just a gesture of reciprocity - he’s knocked back by it, falling flat on his back; cock flopping out of her and standing at attention. “What tha hell?” he gripes, moving to stand-

	Only for Paluchu to stride over, mounting him. Gone was her dignified stature - reduced to a height that would leave her, by Lucinaroar’s estimate, around crotch height. Were he in a less compromising position, that’d be exactly where Lucinaroar would want her. Even so - being beneath the diminutive electric mouse gave her a wonderful view of her curves - her breasts and thighs mammoth for her frame, and though soft, kept firm by the tightness of her outfit. 

Her petite paws wrap around his turgid length; the sensation forcing out a dollop of pre. “Hmph!” she scoffs, feigning indignation. “I didn’t expect that to knock the wind out of you. If you’re that weak,” She smirks. “Then you don’t deserve to be on top.”

	Lucinaroar furrows her brow at first - then grins. “Oh yeah? I’ll show ya who belongs on top, short stuff!” 

	“I’d like to see you try!”