Upgrades (9/14)

Springing forward, her steps empowered by the fusion of body and machine made possible through the pinnacle of Chozo technology, Samus Aran dashed up the crumbling stones, acrobatically leaping forward from one step to the other, until she had enough momentum to activate the Shinespark and launch herself…

Not quite.

She wasn’t quite at the right angle and missed the landing to the next part of the pathway that was so obvious to her, and instead of springing forward to the next step of this little puzzle, she instead slid back down to the bottom, having to start all over again.

But Samus wasn’t deterred. She was optimistic, if anything. This path was tighter than any she’d ever attempted before, and the Speed Booster did not make precision easy, but she was, as she was accustomed to, packing new tools at her disposal for this mission. Her suit was more powerful than ever before, uniting Chozo, Metroid, and unknown alien design into a cohesive fusion that gave her greater control, power, and flexibility. Though it was a little different, even compared to the Luminoth, Space Pirate, or stranger species’ technology she’d added to her arsenal. Samus was no stranger to incorporating extremely foreign technology into her suit, however, this suit…

Well, it was a living organism. She’d discovered a strange organic mass in a Space Pirate base and, while investigating it, it had fused with her suit. Diagnostics confirmed that this wasn’t a harmful takeover, and that it only integrated with her Chozo technology rather than her own body. But it did mean that her suit was now alive, its own living organism. A very basic living organism, that shouldn’t have any more will than the psychic imprint of her own thoughts, but it often felt like it had a mind of its own. In a good way! Her suit had always been more than just her armor, it was her partner in battle, and now that it was even more tightly integrated with her thoughts, even more of a second skin, she was more powerful than ever before. Which was good, except…

It was a little childish.

A childishness that Samus could feel all around her, the mounting frustration that they were still here. Samus never felt frustration like this. She knew when there was and wasn’t a clock—how many times had she had to flee a ship or planet or dimension just before it exploded?—and right now, she had plenty of time to master the Shinespark. Any other time, she’d hardly notice anything other than her drive and focus. It was a part of the job.

But now, her suit was revealing that their psionic link was a two way street, and Samus could feel the suit’s annoyance and impatience that they were still trying to master this jump. She could almost feel it asking her what this was even for, something her old suit would understand as well as she did. When rocks were this tough to transverse, hundred percent chance there was a reward for it, most likely an energy tank. But as she tried to chastise her suit for it’s impatience, she couldn’t help but feel a little silly doing it.

Another attempt. Samus lined up her mark, carefully scanning the path that seemed to so clearly indicate there was something for her to find if she could just pull it off… One last check… and…

GO!

Launching forward, her steps pounding, Samus felt her suit behave more responsively than she ever had before. It had always been a marvel of Chozo engineering, but she’d never had this level of control! Her body now directly interfaced with the suit, directly at skin level, replacing her Zero Suit entirely and letting her do things like feel the texture of the ground directly through her boot, giving her the perfect sense of how to launch herself from one step to the other, building up momentum, readying herself for launch, and…

Too soon! She’d missed her mark and found herself slipping back down to the base to start over again. This time, however, she was pleased to notice that there was no complaint from her suit. Perhaps it had learned that there was nothing to be gained in petulence. She tried thinking some good things about the suit, attempting some positive reinforcement. If that would work, or if that made any sense, she didn’t know, but she appreciated the lack of subconscious whining as she took a moment to reassess the path and see exactly where she needed to make her move.

Hmmmm… she’d seen something like this before on Zebes. Or was it Atachorontos? Yes, that was it. She’d spent such little time on that planet that she hardly remembered much about it, but she did remember a little sequence of footholds quite like this one. She remembered Adam being the one to notice it, idly commenting on how oddly uniform they were in their spacing and then his surprise as Samus immediately set to climbing them. He hadn’t believed her at first when she suggested it indicated the likelihood of an upgrade—then he had to begrudgingly admit she knew her stuff when she presented the additional power bomb capacity hidden in a nook above it.

Adam… it was funny, but thinking of Adam, she couldn’t help but remember that she always thought he was a little cute. She never said anything about it, absolutely not to him, but even when they were butting heads, there was always a little bit of her that didn’t mind their repartee because, well, he was a very good looking man. Someone she wouldn’t have minded too much as a commanding officer, particularly if his style of “commanding” involved her on her-

Whoa. Where was this coming from?

Yes, Adam was cute, but her attraction to him began and ended there. They had a strictly professional relationship, one in which Adam had never expressed anything other than the same respect she had for him. And while she wouldn’t mind terribly if he suggested deeper feelings, or, barring deeper feelings, an offer to play up their commander and subordinate roles for a-

Oh no. Ohhhhhhh no, she knew what this was. Just like the annoyance she felt flitting about her, this wasn’t one of her thoughts, but a thought that was filtered through her suit. It wanted her to think about Adam and she knew why!

Samus was admittedly going through… a bit of a dry spell. Usually not a problem. Usually. She was usually very good at banishing such thoughts as she focused on her mission, but her suit’s new alien intelligence didn’t have that kind of discipline. And so she could feel her own… personal frustrations reflected back on her, amplified, and all for a very good reason. She now had a pervert for a suit, and it had found that the one lever it had to try and get her to move on was to try and make her… horny.

But Samus was a disciplined woman, and banishing thoughts like that was something she’d learned as a teenager, under the strict tutelage of the Chozo. She’d learned meditation and other practices to ensure mental clarity. She would drive out this distraction before it could get a foothold in her thoughts and make her mess up her placement for the Shinespark. It did emphasize that the suit, while… vaguely conscious, wasn’t intelligent—if it didn’t try to distract her, she’d finish much faster. But it was just absorbing the psychic imprint of her subconscious frustrations, and didn’t have the capacity for thinking ahead.

An unexpected drawback to what was, in all other regards, a very useful upgrade. Something she’d have to get used to, paying more attention to disciplining her thoughts before they became distractions.

Wait. Her haptic feedback was off there wasn’t… was something touching her? Samus glanced down to see that there wasn’t anything against her thigh, like she was feeling. It was a slight, very gentle pressure, the kind of sensitivity she appreciated from how her new suit upgrade was integrated with her haptics, using organic matter to apply appropriate pressure to improve her sensitivity as she touched things through her armor. Usually, she mostly noticed it with her left hand as she grabbed and manipulated things, but it did feel nice to appreciate a gentle breeze while fully enclosed in metal.

This was an odd glitch, trying to- wait, was it… it was moving. Like a fingertip gently brushing her thigh, it lazily traced a line upwards towards-

EEP!

Samus was very surprised as it suddenly went right up past the thigh and suddenly brushed her in a much more sensitive spot! For a glitch, this was very inconvenient, and...

Oh hell. This wasn’t a glitch, or at least, not in a simple way. The suit reflected her own thoughts back at her, and now that she had briefly thought about her dry spell, she had also thought about how long it had been since she had masturbated. Usually, concerns like this were shunted aside until after the mission was over, but now that this thought had been impressed upon the suit, it was deciding to “help” her. Or it was giving her another distraction to keep her from trying the jump again.

Well, her best shot at that would be focusing on the jump and only on the jump, to the exclusion of everything else. Just don’t think about masturbation, don’t think about the toy she kept on the-

AIIIIIIIIII!

Turns out, her suit's new bio-organic interface could vibrate. And pressed directly against her clitoris, in fact, she really wished she still had her Zero Suit as she could feel that her organic suit had completely enveloped her clit as it could vibrate it from different angles, these vibrations were quite a bit more than just a simple haptic feedback glitch!

Okay… okay, now the suit was starting to go a little too far.

Samus squeezed her thighs together to try and get the- the vibrations to stop, but that only made it worse. And… and before she realized it, she was squeezing her legs together harder, feeling those vibrations buzz a little more, sending bolts of pleasure that she knew was encouraging the suit to go further! It buzzed and it buzzed and it was preternaturally good at finding her sensitive spots!

Of course it was—it had a skintight contact with her naked body and it was psionically connected to her! Her suit felt what she felt, and so this was like self-exploration, probing herself with her own fingers to find what felt best, only Samus couldn’t control it! And the thought of her fingers revealed that her new organic parts to her suit were capable of more than just vibrating… she felt something begin to push against her labia, something that Samus willed as hard as she could to not do what it clearly was trying!

This- this was bad. Not only was this humiliating, she was on an alien planet, in an unknown situation, and her suit was engaged in an uncontrollable… uncontrollable masturbation protocol!

Samus realized that her adrenaline was starting to spike, and that only sharpened her sensitivity. She’d never thought of herself as some kind of exhibitionist, but her suit was filtering through her thoughts and informing her that this… this kind of shameless masturbation in an inappropriate place was more pleasurable than doing so privately in her quarters! She had to find a way to get it to stop, to… to reboot her suit or something, but she could feel that even a slight distraction to keep the tentacle that was forming beneath her nethers would end with it plunging right in!

Oh- oh fuck! It felt like- like a pair of mouths on her nipples! Samus clutched at her breastplate, but to no avail. No, not no avail. The haptics system, the damned haptics system, gave her the perfect sensation of her fingers squeezing her chest, both on her chest and in her left hand. It was like her fingers could just sink into her large, soft tits, her hand unconsciously exploring this sensation as she moaned. And all the while, the suit was still playing with her!

Nothing she could do could stop this terrible- teasing- SENSATION! It was like, oh!, like a lover who knew all her sensitive spots, flicking one nipple with a tongue while the other was sucked on! A teasing squeeze to one tit while a lover’s kiss was delivered deep in her cleavage! Pulling her hand away, cursing the reluctance she felt, Samus then had to curse how it did her no good! Instead, she found herself thrusting her tits out to better receive her suits tender ministrations, all while her hips began to roll to better receive more attention to her pussy!

It was all- all too much! These were her own thoughts, her repressed needs being picked up by the suit and reflected back upon her, and her every effort to try and insist that this wasn’t what she wanted was contramanded by her body’s own lewd behavior, the way she was moaning as she invited more and more attention, her left hand coming down hard on her buttock, and the suit gave her the sting of the blow on both her hand and her ass, followed by her suit squeezing and kneading it. Every square inch of her body was being molested by ghostly fingers, lips, and tongues, and Samus, in spite of her weak objections, was pleading for more.

No longer able to control herself, Samus ceased struggling to hold the suit back… and welcomed its attention. As soon as she did, she felt a fat tentacle plunge into her pussy and deliver the relief she needed! And oh, as the fat phallus filled her pussy, Samus could feel it pulse and vibrate, taking advantage of what it had learned against her clit to make her gasp out and moan with gratitude.

She was no longer fighting the suit. No, now Samus bounced up and down, trying to hump her invisible lover as she panted in need, desperate to feel more pleasure, to gain some relief, to take her lover in deeper, all to no avail. Her thighs were spread wide as she bounced on the balls of her feet, twerking her ass to grind against her invisible lover, her hand mashing her tit as though she wasn’t clad in several hundred pounds of metal armor, but was instead, completely naked on an alien planet, masturbating like a slut out in the open.

No, this wasn’t masturbation. She was being fucked, fucked by her suit, no longer even able to pretend she could control it. Her suit was plunging its dick into her pussy as she jubilantly bounced on its dick, her suit was kissing her titties as they bounced and swung, her suit was kneading her ass, biting her nipples, teasing her thighs, giving her more attention than any lover ever had given her, ever could give her, before! And then she felt another tentacle form between her cheeks as her mouth opened wide in a squeal of surprise… and her suit plunged into her ass.

She was drooling, her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her eyes rolling as her suit fucked her. It squeezed and kissed and licked her titties, it fucked her pussy, it pumped a fat tentacle so deep into her ass she wondered if there was enough matter left to send it deeper. And all over her skin and inside her body, it vibrated at that perfect, erotic frequency that turned her thoughts into mush and dissolved her warrior’s discipline into a slurry of pleasure.

Floating in an ocean of lust, Samus felt the waves rise and crash, breaking into orgasms that shook her entire body. Sometimes, the suit teased her, raising her higher and higher up, but giving her no satisfaction until she started to gain enough coherence to realize the suit was edging her once more, to make her whine piteously until it suddenly dropped her down, plunged her into a mind-shattering climax that left her screaming, her hands running uselessly up and down her armor, driven by an instinctive need to grope and fondle herself.

Time was meaningless, only a sense of rising need and squealing climax as Samus lost herself to mindless pleasure. She loved her suit, loved, loved, loved it, and it loved her back. She only wished it covered her face so she could kiss it back, could feel another fat tentacle plunge its way down her throat and just fuck her from both ends!

The thought of that became too much for her, toppling Samus forward as she pantomimed sucking, pleasuring, choking on an invisible dick, finding herself on all fours as she got slammed from behind by her suit as she rocked back and forth, moaning like a whore as drool puddled in her helmet. She was a slut, her suit was calling her a slut, her brain was calling her a slut, the tentacles in her ass and pussy were calling her a slut, she was calling herself a slut AND SHE LOVED IT!

She craved more and her suit craved more and together, they rolled over, leaving Samus on her back, letting her revel in her submission to who truly mastered her. Legs spread wide, she pulled them up, revealing the superhuman flexibility needed for the morph ball as she pinned herself into a mating press. The suit rewarded her efforts, fucking her deeper, deeper than ever before as she cried out in joy, feeling both tendrils stuff her pussy and ass, practically reaching her cervix, kissing her womb as she spasmed on them both, imagining that these tendrils were thick, alien cocks that could release into her, flood her womb, her bowels with their fertile seed!

And she needed more! Sluttier! Space Slut Sammy needed more! Planting her hands on her breastplate, she felt her suit squeeze her titties together, but not without inserting a third tentacle inside her cleavage, keeping her tits from fully squashing together, but instead, they became the soft tunnel, another hole for her suit to fuck. She felt the tendrils work in tandem, all the while, her suit continuing to shower her in kisses and tweaks and pinches and every sensation she could ever imagine all at once, all fucking her brainless!

Orgasm after orgasm was showered upon her in celebration for being such a slut. A Chozo space-slut who got fucked by her suit until she was nothing more than a sodden mess who twitched and moaned and spasmed as she slumped forward, no longer able to do anything more than lay there as a receptacle of pleasure, a toy for her suit to use how it wished, until she finally could bear no more… and blacked out.

When Samus came to, she felt sore, groggy, and very dehydrated. Trying to get up, she realized how sticky her thighs felt, her suit evidently deciding not to wick away that source of moisture as she struggled back to consciousness. Still in a daze, she looked across her head-up display to see… a diagnostic warning… several dozen diagnostic warnings were up on her suit. Warnings that traced out the whole sequence of events in cringe-inducing detail. It turned out she had nearly blacked out several times, her suit injecting her with adrenaline to keep her conscious, while, at the same time, fucking her back into unconsciousness, and when she could no longer be safely stimulated (why did it have to use that word?) it had even sent a distress beacon.

Fortunately, she was far enough into the frontier that her Beacon was only sent to her ship, and so she was spared the humiliation of sending a Samus Aran sex tape to the Galactic Federation, but still… the thought of there being a record of this event was utterly shameful and-

And now was not the time to feel a familiar buzz against her pussy!

Fortunately, this time the suit obeyed her command. Samus gave a sigh of relief as she looked around, seeing the familiar pattern of footholds and the path that so clearly held a reward… but instead of her earlier determination and enthusiasm, looking at it left a knot in her guts that made her extremely hesitant to even look at it.

There… there might be an energy tank, she reminded herself. Some source of power to make her stronger, more survivable, if she just stayed at it. Now that her suit was back under her control, she could finish this puzzle and find what was at the other end of it. Possibly something that would prove vital for success in her mission, something that might… aid her… on the long road ahead…

Or…

She could go back to her ship. Get some fluids, some electrolytes. Rehydrate herself and… and let her suit know that it could have its way with her again. M-maybe find a way to “upgrade” her helmet to, s-so the suit could better use her as its slutty plaything, a prisoner of her own lusts reflected back on her and- and- oh- j-just let it f-fuck her all n-night-

Oh fuck!

Samus bit her lip, already knowing what answer she’d choose. Giggling to herself, she swayed her way out of the room on unsteady feet, already feeling her suit’s sweet kisses creeping up her thighs!

LINE BREAK SCIENCE TEAM

LOG 11.223.05

Science Team has acquired a new Director. The previous holder of the title, his name now expunged, was vaporized earlier this morning for his efforts to conceal a security breach in the previous cycle, in which the sample of the unknown bio-organic material retrieved from Research Site Lambda was lost. Though his execution was well-deserved, it brings little optimism to the Team: that sample was an extremely promising discovery, theorized to be capable of absorbing psionic frequencies and magnifying them. The previous Director had predicted it could take the aggression of one of our experimental war-creatures and amplify it a hundredfold, creating something that would truly terrify the Federation.

There is, however, some rare good news. Earlier reports of the hunter clad in metal seem to have been in error. There have been no reports of her sighting in several days, and previous reports are now being reclassified as “hunter-induced paranoia.” That, or she has simply found a way to become invisible, though the ongoing survival of this facility would indicate otherwise. But her absence is no reason to become complacent—patrols in Sector B17 have reported hearing sudden, inexplicable shrieks and wailing noises, perhaps similar to the xenoform titled a “Chozo Ghost.” While unable to find the source of these cries, caution is being urged to all patrols in that region.