Zeydaan joins the fight!

Zeydaan would be relaxing at home. She had a pretty uneventful weekend all things considered. After her last adventure in a dimension of witches and titans, she figured she could use some time to relax. However, this would change the moment she went to open her mailbox for anything sent to her that day. And to her surprise there was one single letter. It was about the average size of an envelope, although the color of the paper was a bit more orange than it usually was. But what got her attention most of all was the big wax red seal in the middle of it. She would close the mailbox and take it inside, turning it over. No written address or stamp. The only significance to state where it was from was the design of the seal. On closer examination she recognized just what it meant; it was the spherical design with a set of cross-like lines through it. Or otherwise known as the Smash Brothers symbol.

Now Zeydaan was aware of this crossover world of different dimensions, given she’d met several of the characters in the past and even become a few of them. However, she had never been given an invite directly this way. She figured, bottoms up, and broke the seal, opening the envelope. There was a bright flash of light, squinting her eyes as she felt her body grow light as air. Falling through what felt like a column of light, until she would feel her paws reach solid ground. As the light cleared from her vision, she would be met with something truly magnificent. She was standing on an upper viewing platform for a massive, rounded arena. It was packed to the brim with cheering crowd members, many of which were minor characters. The middle of the arena was a large green field, with two individuals duking it out with all their might. That of which being the easily recognizable Mario and Kirby.

But before she could do or say anything, she felt a tap on her shoulder from behind. She would end up turning around, and a grin spread across her muzzle as she instantly recognized the familiar face. The woman standing in front of the fae-wolf was none other than the Welsh cat-blade from the dimension of Alrest, Nia. The sassy silver-haired cat shortie would place her hands on her hips sassily with that usual smirk she had. “I see ye got my letter, wolfy~” Zeydaan would rub the back of her head with a chuckle, happy to see an old friend like her. Not only a friend, but someone Zeydaan had turned into often in the past in many situations.

She would gesture to follow, and Zeydaan would oblige. As she was leading her in the back areas of the arena, where most of the worker characters would keep the whole show running. “So, I didn’t invite ye for no reason, I need yer help.” She would flick their tail a small tad as she would lead Zeydaan to the main waiting room, close to the fighting arena entrances. “So Samus o’er on th’ other side needs a competitor due tuh’ Ridley takin’ a sick day.” Zeydaan was aware of both, Ridley more specifically, but the thought of the big, enormous menacing bio-dinosaur having to call in sick was a funny one. Zeydaan would listen to her continue to explain, the crowd was particularly excited for a rival fight. But even if Ridley couldn’t come out, an unheard-of combatant like her would make for good entertainment.

“Use some o’ yer powers! Lead the crowd on an’ give Samus a good ol’ run for er’ money~” Zeydaan would nod, taking a bit of a deep breath in preparation. As Nia gave her another pat on the back, with her going to take a seat as they waited. Eventually, after almost 30 minutes, a Koopa Troopa would step out with a clipboard and ref’s outfit. “Ridley’s replacement! Yer up!” Zeydaan would stand, nervous, but also a little excited she’d get to take part in one of the most fantastic competitions in the multiverse. Nia would snicker as she would walk towards the door, “Break a leg! Ye got this!” she’d say in jest. She would take steps out onto the large green arena as the crowd would erupt into cheering, a large screen above her showing a close-up camera shot of Zey. The fae-wolf would end up waving to the crowd, if not a little embarrassed. And on the opposite end, in all her shining orange suited glory would be Samus Aran … the Samus Aran Zeydaan was so well familiar with, who the crowd would cheer louder unsurprisingly. Zeydaan would have thought up a couple good forms for fighting while she had been waiting. The first one she felt would be a crowd pleaser, while also maybe catching Samus off guard as the announcer counted down. 3… two … one…Fight!

And instantly Samus began to charge up her beam attack, her metal boots thumping against the ground. It would be important to mention that ever since Zeydaan got here, her powers felt more … flexible. Like she felt the expanse and interchanging abilities being more heightened than usual. Although Zeydaan would run towards her, she would focus on her abilities and swipe upwards, knocking the cannon upwards. Samus would kick her back, only to realize she was holding a tennis racquet in her paws. Paws however, that were now smoothing and swelling into thick white gloves with more manly and lanky fingers. Samus was a little jarred for a moment, as the thick and soft clothing material was rapidly converting up her arms. It was a deep purple, and as it replaced the fur and skin of her arms, she would get longer and lankier. Her elbows bent a little easier and they felt physically stronger, her chest flattening and stretching as she grew taller.

She had a bit of an odd figure so this was a bit difficult for her, but Zeydaan could do it. Black overalls rapidly replaced her chest with round gold buttons on each side, with them slung over her longer, furless shoulders. She felt the black overalls stretch and thicken her legs as they got rapidly taller. That odd lankiness bent at the knees, with her feet paws curling and fusing into sleazy orange shoes. The backs of her gloves would have backwards Ls, ones a lot of people in the crowd would be familiar with as they gasped. And Zeydaan felt the oddest parts of the changes eating up her face as she ran forward, feeling male as her fur was being swallowed by scratchy human skin. She felt her chin jut and swell out, cracking her jaw as it reshaped to be more defined and a brutish sort of look. The skin stretches her jaw, and particularly her mouth out over her face. Teeth gnashing and flattening together to form more human shapes. As her black, messy hair would slick back into a light brown pompadour of sorts. Her furless ears would stretch out the sides of her head.

The end of her flat nose would feel nasally as it swelled out like a balloon, curling out and turning pink as her eyes flattened and grew out across her now furless, itchy skin covered face. Thick, gaudy eyebrows curled over her eyes as they keeled in to look skeevier. And with a plop of a purple hat bearing the same logo as their gloves, or rather his gloves, Zeydaan had turned into a perfect copy of Waluigi. He was surprised to find had way more physical strength than he expected as he shot at Samus. Never had the crowd seen someone capable of transforming in such a way other than Kirby, but even his changes were minor. Samus would dodge and knock the kicks and tennis racquet-based attacks, on the defensive. This was until she would charge forward and slam into his chest, knocking him backwards.

She was adapting to his moves, surprisingly. As he chucked the racquet at her to bonk off the visor of her mask, he would quickly focus on another character. And two words came into the big lanky man’s mind as he would hold out his glove, a green crystal forming in it. “Chaos…Control!” And for a few moments, time slowed down. But it was enough time for him to quickly reshape his body, his lanky arms and legs were rapidly shrinking as his gloved hands grew even larger. Golden rings forming as bracelets around his wrists with his clothing material melting away to reveal perfectly smooth black fur taking over his arms and legs. His orange shoes would swell and grow more complex, curving up into Air shoe designs. A mix of black, white, with red edges and golden rings around his ankles. His rear would have a small spiked black tail prodding out, with his shortening chest fluffing out into a small tuft of white fur amongst the black.

He felt the abilities of time and space filling his being as he clenched his fists. Especially as he felt his odd, shaped head start to take an even odder metamorphosis. His mouth and jaw pulled forward and thickened with new sensations. His lower jaw and cheeks had taken an orangish cream color, and his once long pink nose would compress into a small and round black one. His short brown hair would explode out in luxurious and glossy thickness as it would clump together and solidify. It would rapidly darken and thicken, flaring out like a starfish, as red streaks formed in the black as the fur had compiled into perfectly styled quills. Their eyes would also grow and stretch, becoming more cartoonish with deep red eyes. They looked far more serious and less goofy than Waluigi did, or once again he did. As his new ears formed, time would return to normal, and Shadow the Hedgehog had been the next form Zeydaan took.

He would charge forward, knowledge of martial arts and speed filling his veins. He would warp around the bounty hunter as she kicked and fired in his direction, clearly getting overwhelmed. He would knock a kick into her visor and smack her back, only for her to stop, waiting for him to make a move. And when he went in for a strike, she would grapple him with a beam and fling him up, slamming him against the ground with a pained crack. He would grunt and leap back. He would hold out the chaos emerald he had used temporarily … and crushed it. He figured he might as well fall back on what he was good at. As his form was encased in light, the crystal would go to attach to his chest as his fur was shed like water or a coat.

His outline got slimmer, with soft womanly skin and a nice figure. As his large hairdo would shorten into a smaller do, the shed fur would compress over his body into a tight and cozy outfit. It was a yellow jumpsuit of sorts, or a sweater, with large armor-like boots covering his legs. His smaller hands now enveloped in gloves still as tassels flared out his neck as a scarf. He felt his muzzle shrink into a human face, with small fangs and a cute, yet feisty demeanor. Although he wasn’t the best explanation, more she, as the light dismissed, it was revealed Zeydaan was now Nia. Or rather her original design as she would form the rounded blades in her gloved hands. Samus would lay fire to her, only for her to dodge and swipe them around, much more agile.

The audience was at the edge of their seats, silent and completely invested in this intense match as if she would clash with Samus. They both would hold their ground, trying to push each other back to gain ground. Zeydaan knew this body and wasn’t letting up. Before going to duck down and kick Samus’ legs out from under her, only for the Bounty hunter to spin and do a backwards kick upwards to strike Zeydaan in the chin. It felt like with every hit Zeydaan was more in danger of being knocked back off the arena. It was like their own personal gravity was getting weaker with every hit, but so was Samus. Zeydaan figured now it was best to fight fire with fire, or rather fire with space dinosaur.

In an ironic fashion, Zeydaan would smirk, her sharp teeth showing before they would rapidly begin to sharpen and stretch out. Across their body, their limbs would crack, snap, and extend. Their fingers would tear through their gloves, revealing sharp purple claws. Ones that would dig into her cute face as she tore it off like paper. And bursting out would be an enormous purple scaly muzzle, filled with sharp fangs as they tugged and gripped the Nia shell and tore it in half to be free of it rather quickly. This would catch Samus the most off guard as an enormous sharp tail shot out jammed into her chest. Zeydaan felt this primal, familiar feeling in their chest. Their bony and enormous torso would grow out larger, with big flared out wings shaking off any remaining bits of the Nia body. And staring through bright yellow eyes would be Zeydaan in the form of the space pirate Ridley, the one who couldn’t make it today.

This got the crowd very excited as he would flap his wings and slam his feet down at Samus. This was the first character who was on the main Smash roster, so it was exciting, letting loose bursts of flame from his maw and followed up with further tail stabs and slashes and swipes from his wicked claws. Samus was getting hard to keep up, taking hit after hit until she found herself knocked to the edge, charging up one large final blue beam attack. But just before any of them could attack, a flash would appear in the air, and the rainbow Smash Ball would float around. This was it, the game ending opportunity. Both fighters leapt up towards it, Samus firing off her charged blast, but Zeydaan would manage to fly up quickly and slam the tops of their wings into the ball of energy. And all at once they felt the rainbow strength fill them, landing in front of Samus. And before she could have any chance to retaliate, he would grab her, flinging her up into the sky as he shot up after her.

She would be knocked into space, slamming into the side of her ship as it flew past. This was well recognized as Ridley’s Final Smash, and Zeydaan felt fantastic pulling it off as he charged his breath attack. And with one powerful screech, he would let it rip, blasting through Samus and erupting the ship into a fiery blaze. Both would end up falling back into the Arena, with Zeydaan landing … and the defeated Samus landing near. And just like that the crowd would erupt into roaring cheers. Chanting Zey’s name over and over in the process. As the dinosaur would look around, they would compress and shrink back into their cute and furry self. They would wave to the crowd, the largest grin on their face. It wouldn’t take long for Samus to be lifted up by a mechanical platform, one that would glow and heal her injuries as she stood up, soon letting her down.

Zeydaan would hold out their hand to her, and she would look up and gently take it, standing up and shaking back. “You did well, I look forward to seeing what you can do in the future.” She would remark, which made Zeydaan feel a sense of pride fill their chest. And as the bounty hunter strutted off, Zeydaan would take one more look at the crowd, and they felt fantastic.