Matt sat down in his computer chair of his apartment with a little bit of a sigh. It was a rather boring Saturday afternoon, and although the weather was fairly nice for late October he didn't want to go outside. He rolled the chair over to his bookshelf of games in his small apartment and looked through them, trying to find something to do to waste the time. He was feeling a little frisky, but decided to shake it off until later, hoping it would help him go to sleep better when his eyes fell upon his copy of Super Smash Brothers Brawl. He took it from the shelf, and contemplated the gameplay for a moment to be sure he really did want to play it. How long had it been? A while, and it was better with friends, but his mind turned to ogling Samus in her skin-tight suit and he grinned as he pushed against the wall and rolled over to his Wii.
As the chair rolled, he caught his reflection in a mirror for a moment. He was tall, standing at over six feet, in the chair, his legs could reach just about anything in the room. He was thin, but not boney thin, and when he had his shirt taken off, he had a rather nice build to his chest and stomach. His hair was brown and went down to his shoulders, some of it spilling just a little past that, and cascading down past his piercing blue eyes, which he did well to hide behind his thin-framed glasses. He wore a simple t-shirt and blue jeans, his t-shirt actually having a picture of a morph ball on it from the SNES Super Metroid, and his blue jeans a little faded. He was a nerdy guy alright, but that didn't mean that he didn't have style or looks going for him as well.
Matt smiled as he put the game into the Wii, three controllers still plugged into the console from the last time he'd had friends over and they'd played a multiplayer game, surprisingly not Super Smash Brothers. They had skipped past that game for awhile. Still, he booted the game up and went to multiplayer, ready to just hop into the fray, when he paused at the character selection screen. Who did he want to be, and who did he want to fight?
His creeping horniness seeped back into his mind and he chose Samus for himself, starting her in her Zero Suit, and choosing Zelda and Peach for the other two characters. He chose a simple stage, just Final Destination and heard the first rumble of thunder outside, rattling the loose windows on his walls as he began the fight with the level 9s. He paused the game when Samus came to the screen and zoomed in on her a bit, looking at her bust, and wondering just what her dimensions were, before he scrolled over to her ass, wishing he'd met a cosplayer and been able to bring her back to his room. One hand crept down to his lap, giving a light stroke at his jeans...<|im_end|>
As if God had seen what he was doing, just seconds later, after a very loud and powerful clap of thunder, everything shut off. Lights, TV, game, everything. He was left in pitch black, unable to pleasure himself to the sight of the lovely Samus. Though, she'd soon find that a much better present had nearly literally been dropped right into his lap. Eventually, the TV came back on, but was nothing but static. Then, the power indicator for the Wii came on, showing it was getting power now. Then, finally, the lights came on, revealing something that just couldn't be possible.
Right in front of him, laid out on the floor... were the three digital vixens he was just watching. Samus was closest to him, lying face-first on the floor, ass in full glory in that skin-tight zero suit. Zelda was next to her, as graceful as in her games. She looked like Sleeping Beauty. And Princess Peach was between them and the TV, curled up a bit, lightly sighing in that soft, cute tone of hers. All seemed very real... but all were also apparently completely unconscious.<|im_end|>