[MILF TF, Genderswap]

The Smash Brothers Tournament. A special arrangement made between various realms, allowing them all to come together for one massive bout for glory and not much else. A contest for fools, when it came down to it. At least, that’s what certain people thought.

Dark Pit, the mirror-born copy of Palutena’s greatest champion Pit, was one of those people. Not that it stopped him from competing. If he had a chance to participate and win one over his other self, then he ultimately came out on top. And then he could brag about it, just to rub it in.

But there was just one glaring issue with that. He had nowhere near the same kind of experience in these types of fights as his other self had. Something that Pit took advantage of during the bouts they had. Leaving him in the bottom rungs of the tournament, with little chance left to climb up back to the ranks he deserved.

...Even then, he wouldn’t take this loss lying down. If he couldn’t win through direct combat, he’d take a page out of the gods’ books. Nobody said that he couldn’t change the type of weaponry that his other self used in the heat of the moment.

The next time that goody-two-shoes would use his most powerful weapons, the competition would turn against him. And with the right timing, he could get the necessary points to climb back up at the same time.

He just needed to wait and see how the pure-hearted angel would react…

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The fight was on. The Champion of the Goddess of Light, Pit, was facing down three fierce opponents as he flew through the air. All while doing his best to dodge their attacks.

His current opponents were fearsome in their own ways. Whether it was the ground-bound yet horrifically strong Little Mac, the space-traversing and floaty Rosalina, or the flame-wielding prince Roy, none of them were to be taken lightly. And while he could avoid two of them in the air, that left him vulnerable to the assault from the space-faring blonde.

If he wanted any chance of beating them, he had to go all out. And as luck would have it, a certain item started floating through the air straight ahead of him. A Smash Ball, containing just enough power to turn the tables.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to be easy. Not with the space-farer behind him, sending her loyal Luma towards him in a desperate attempt to keep him off the ball. Swiftly summoning a set of shields to knock the tyke back towards its maternal figure helped there.

Even then, a jump from below courtesy of the redheaded prince leaping off the short boxer’s head was about to threaten his chances. Especially as that flaming blade crept ever closer while dragging its wielder into the sky.

“No you don’t!” Pit cried out as he shifted his equipment just in time, snapping his Upperdash Arm on and rushing through the air to slam the ball-shaped apparatus into the power-filled sphere. All to get the power within.

He flapped his wings just in time to narrowly avoid the flames coming from Roy’s blade as he fell towards the arena, landing on the very edge as all three of his opponents were aiming straight for him. There was no escape unless he unleashed all of that power right then and there.

“Three Sacred Treasures!” The winged hero shouted as the treasures that helped defeat the evil goddess Medusa appeared on his body. The wings, shield and bow that had helped him time and time again, not realizing the taint that had been applied to them preemptively.

Despite the attempts from each of his opponents to dodge his attacks, they were unsuccessful. Both Little Mac and Roy attempted to counter the storm of light-shaped arrows headed for them, but the speed was too much for the boxer and the power was too great for the prince. Rosalina attempted to merely outlast them by staying in the air, but the arrows tracked her down and pierced straight through her.

What Pit didn’t realize was that the attacks performed with his bow weren’t pumping each of his opponents full of damage, like his other strikes did. These were sinking into each of them, slowly changing them from the inside out. Something that he didn’t notice as each of them grouped up in front of him, seemingly having soaked up each and every arrow that he fired off.

As the power faded from his body and the treasures returned to their home realm, the angelic boy let out an exhausted sigh. He didn’t even notice that the three hadn’t been knocked off, just expecting them all to be defeated right then and there. That’s what always happened, why would now be any different?

Unfortunately, the boy wasn’t anywhere close to done. And it was only once the three stood straight in front of him that he realized his critical error. Three tough opponents, each of them ready to smash him off the arena and out of the tournament…

And yet they just giggled in unison, with a feminine tint to each of their voices. Which was extremely jarring for the two boys that had been throwing out attack after attack at the angel.

Pit let out a yelp as he was suddenly scooped into Rosalina’s arms, pinned against her chest and forced to stay close as she hugged him as tightly as she could. She didn’t want to let him go.

“Such a cute little boy you are. Don’t worry, Mommy’ll take good care of you…” The blonde matron mused, her body changing before his very eyes thanks to all of the malicious energy that she had already been pumped full of. Curves plumping out as her dress grew shorter and shorter, leaving very little to the imagination.

Whether it was her love handles poking out over the side, or the nipples that were threatening to burst free from her bikini-like top, she had more than enough parts of her wonderful body to go around. All for the boy to manhandle, should he want to. She’d be happy to allow him that pleasure, if he asked.

Thankfully, Pit could struggle against her grip just enough that he could turn around to look towards his fellow male combatants, hoping that they wouldn’t take advantage of his current predicament.

His current worry melted away as he noticed that both of the boys were changing just as the matronly blonde had, their changes being much more extreme as a result. It wouldn’t be fun if she was the only mother that tried to dote on him, at least according to the fool that had altered his greatest weapons.

Little Mac could hardly be called Little nor Mac after the changes kicked in. The majority of his muscle was converted into pure curves, leaving him with fatter tits and an ass that could knock out most of his opponents in the traditional boxing circuit if he played his cards right. Of course, considering his choice of attire, both were hanging out without even an attempt to keep him modest, thanks to his shorts turning into little more than an ass-flossing thong.

“Who’s momma’s little man?” The formerly ‘little’ boxer, whose physique was even less fit for the role than before, chuckled as she swayed her hips from side to side. That thong was now digging into one wet and fertile looking pussy, and considering the rest of her body had turned just as soft as her voice, she probably wanted it plugged with something thick and hard. Like the thing hidden behind Pit’s skirt…

Compared to his muscled friend, Roy’s changes were a lot more subdued. But that was only because his changes primarily involved his armor. It quickly turned into something more fitting for a maternal monarch, a dress with a cleavage window so open that it was almost like something was trying to spill out. Combine that with a thick skirt that you could get lost in if you ever tried to pull it up, and he looked just like a queen.

But every queen had the bosom to feed her people, as evident by the cleavage window quickly being filled to the brim with nothing but thick and milky tits. Massive mounds fit for a queen, especially the redheaded woman who formerly swung around a flaming blade ready to deal a swift and deadly blow to his opponents.

“My, my, my. A little angel, come down to bless this matriarch…” The former prince turned queen giggled as she produced a fan, the last remainders of the former Binding Blade, unfolding it and hiding her thirsty smile behind it. If she could, she’d devour this adorable angel right then and there…

Pit could feel the sweat running down his face. Between the blonde that still held him tight to her plumped up body, the thickened former boxer that no doubt wanted to drain him so thoroughly that he couldn’t walk for weeks, and the queen that would want him as a personal pet given the look in her eyes, he was in quite the sticky situation.

“H-Hey now, can’t we talk about this? W-We don’t have to fight, not if you all just want me!” He tried to appeal to their sensibilities, like the idiot that he was. Despite a fight being underway until a few moments prior, he still thought that they’d be willing to just talk.

That hope was crushed as both of the other maternal girls, the former boys themselves, pushed their bosoms up against the blonde’s. Rosalina sighed softly as her breasts, the biggest of the bunch, pushed up against her two rivals. “Now now, you two have to wait for your turn. He’s Mommy’s little angel for now, and I can’t share him. You’d just break him.”

“I’ve trained him the hardest I could, and he’s ready for another round with his Mommy. Hand him over, before we turn this into a three-way.” The former Little Mac licked her lips. The feistiest of the three for sure, if she could get into bed with either the blonde or the redhead, she was just as satisfied. But she really did want her little angel boy to pound her until she was well and thoroughly knocked out…

The queen formerly known as Roy scoffed as she pressed her firm and impressive breasts up against her fellow matrons. “As a Queen, I declare that this young angel is my property. If you two try to take him away from me, I’ll have to make you two my property as well. And you’ll all have to watch him as he inseminates these royal nethers!”

Pit squirmed in between the three pairs of tits that didn’t want to let him escape. If he could just slip out, maybe get ahold of another Smash Ball, then he’d be able to turn them all back to normal. Maybe! Probably! He wasn’t sure, how was he supposed to know!?

He struggled and tried his very best, but all that earned him was a unified giggle from the three maternal women keeping him pinned between them. Silently, the three exchanged looks as they let go of him…

Only to then force him onto the floor, with the three hovering over him with their drooling expressions bearing down on him. No matter how much he wanted to escape, with that much thirst waiting for him… He wasn’t going to get anywhere anytime soon. Not with them wanting to make him theirs and theirs alone.

That was how Pit ended up losing a critical match. That was how he ended up shared between three women that shouldn’t be acting this thirsty nor this deeply attracted to him like he was their own flesh and blood.

He never did find out why his most powerful weapons had been altered. And in the end, he didn’t care. He was too busy being used. And if you listened closely, you could hear Dark Pit enjoying the sights from a distance...

Not knowing that a certain Goddess had plans to make him pay for what he had done to her favorite little Champion...