Metroid - Bounty Hunter
Added 2020-04-16 18:34:57 +0000 UTCAuthor's Note: This was hell on earth to write. Remember when I had such bad writer's block I gave up on it in March? It came back just as hard in April. It's a miracle I finished it at all -- I think this is legitimately the single hardest thing I've ever had to write, for no immediately discernible reason. Anyway, I do hope you guys like it!
[story] [fux5/femboy] [tags at the end]
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Resmos, Tezeria
Dust plumed out around dark, heavy boots as the bounty hunter landed to her feet. Her ship, just behind her, had landed on the desolate colony-world mere moments ago, and already a small crowd of onlookers had started peeking away from their chores or their homes. Hushed whispers drifted back and forth between lips drawn down in worry -- it was not often bounty hunters were seen on little shithole planets like Tezeria. It was a lot less often that one saw Samus Aran.
The planet itself was small and, from afar, of a dull jade coloration, mottled with grays and lifeless pinks. A rocky little husk hurtling through space, useful to nobody until rare ore was found beneath its crust ten years ago. Probes had been sent to investigate further -- and from probes came mining operations. From mining operations came outposts, from outposts came towns, and now, at long last, Tezeria had something that came close to being able to be called a city.
And with that city, came scum.
Cracking her neck from side to side, Samus moved forward, entering the city proper and keeping her gaze straight ahead. Not that anyone could tell where her gaze was or even what it looked like, on account of her helmet. For the moment, she was of singular purpose -- she needed information, and in one specific way, all cities were the same. If you needed info, you went to a bar.
It didn’t take her long to find one, either. This settlement was still small enough that she only needed to ask a few nervous civilians before she got an answer she liked. Didn’t even have to hurt anyone, for a change. According to the civvies the place was called The Drowned Man, which was about as bleak a name for a watering hole as Samus had ever heard -- still, didn’t matter what was on the sign as long as it had the right fella to talk to. It was only a few more minutes before she found herself out the squat little establishment, rounded but flat on top, like a soup bowl turned upside-down and cast all in muddy red concrete.
Quaint, old world-styled saloon doors swung open, and the bounty hunter’s metal boots thudded firmly against roughly-hewn wood floor, drawing as much attention as Samus might have expected. Inside appeared to be mostly miners, but a few cleaner sorts too, city laborers. One thing they all had in common, was nobody here seemed like they showed up to relax after a day’s work -- nah, everyone down to the last man and woman was here to wash something away in drink. Given how lifeless of a town Resmos was, she couldn’t blame them.
They weren’t who she was here for, though. The bartender would have been considered a tall drink of water next to anyone but Aran, dark haired, pretty, sporting her fair share of tattoos from different lives she’d lived. A few even looked gang-related. Not important. Not her mark.
“What can I get you... sir?” the barkeep said, tilting her head to the side slightly as she tried to peer past the visor of Samus’s helmet, tried to remember what made the bounty hunter look so familiar. Blue eyes widened as the bounty hunter removed the helm completely, setting it on the seat beside her as she pulled up to the bar. “Ma’am. Apologies.”
“Liquor. Synthetic’s fine. Something tells me you don’t have much beyond the bare necessities in a town like this,” Samus said, exhaling through her nostrils. The air here, without the filtration of her suit, was... dry. Stale. A little salty, a little starchy. Could be worse. Could be a whole lot better. “And information.”
“Had an inklin’ you’d say somethin’ along those lines, Miss...?”
“Aran. Samus Aran.”
The bartender’s eyes flashed with insight, going wider for just an instant before fully digesting what she’d heard. Even if one didn’t recognize the suit, they’d heard the name. Heard the stories. A trail of foggy, colorless liquid gushed from a spigot into a stubby earthenware cup, and the drink was handed across the bar to the huntress. “And what’d you say you needed info on, sweetie?”
“Not what,” Samus took the cup, smelling it at first, then downing it in one long swallow. “Who. A scientist named Mil Veva -- last I heard, she’d come to Tezeria, and I imagine on a planet this small, newcomers drum up quite the fuss.”
The bartender ran her tongue across the front of her teeth, taking the cup away and refilling it, handing it back to Samus before returning to rubbing a towel idly up and down the length of the bar. “Veva,” she repeated quietly, musing to herself before answering. “Yeah... showed up a few months ago on a pretty big cargo vessel, had a few people with her. Built that weird structure outside town, the one that looks like a temple? All spires and turnin’ bits and whatnot. Can’t promise she’s still on-world, but if she’s on Tezeria I assume she’s there. Real weird lookin’ chick, I have to say.”
“She’ll be a lot weirder looking when I’m done with her,” Samus took the second drink, pounding that one back too, and stood up. “You’ve been helpful.” Tossing a hundred-seguru coin onto the bartop, the bounty hunter replaced her helmet and left. She’d seen the ‘temple-looking’ building when she flew in, and already made a note of it. At least Veva wasn’t making herself too hard to find... Samus just hoped she’d be equally easy to bring in. It’d been way too long since she’d been hired to do something this small-scale, but it was refreshing, in a way. Maybe this job wouldn’t have any twenty-story-high dragons she had to fight.
Returning to her ship, it only took a short time to touch back down outside the structure the bartender had mentioned. It was much as it’d been described -- segments of the spired structure gradually rotated, coppery-green metal turning and shifting like massive gears. Like the entire structure was some kind of... machine. It might have been imposing to someone with less experience than Samus, but at this point, she’d seen just about everything, and she’d always managed to find a way through it. Her suit had more failsafes and upgrades than even a bounty hunter of her caliber could keep track of.
Landing the ship, Samus leapt back out, running a cursory diagnostic scan on the systems of her armor and making certain they were all in proper working order before potentially putting herself in danger. Keeping her arm-cannon loaded, the bounty hunter made her way toward what she assumed was an entrance, pinkish dust pluming out from beneath her armored feet with every step as she approached. The door of this slowly-churning, almost castle-like structure was more akin to a sophisticated portcullis than anything else, gates of solid black metal barring the hunter’s advance... but beside them was what appeared to be an intercom.
“Bounty hunterrrr,” a voice crackled out from the device. Samus narrowed her eyes beneath her helmet. “You’ve come a long, long way. Such a small job for such a big, big girl.” The voice on the other side was leering and almost sing-song in a way, high in pitch but oddly husky, with a consistent, stuttering cadence unlike any offworld accent Samus had heard. At least someone got her sex right.
With an annoyed grunt, Samus pressed one fingertip to the button on the comm, replying in a dry tone. “I’m not here to play with you, Veva. Come out now, and I won’t have to leave this place a smoking crater. I hope I make myself completely clear.”
A moment of the silence before the comm crackled back to life, that voice hissing back out of it. “Clear as crystal, bounty hunter,” she purred. “I’ll open the gate straight away and you can come inside. I’d rather everything dealt with cleanly than force you to do something... neither of us want.”
Samus let out a growl of suspicion, but surprisingly Veva seemed to be telling the truth -- with a click and hiss, the bars of the gate began to lift, sinking seamlessly into the perpetually-threading metal archway that swallowed them without a second thought. The way was open into the building. Admittedly, this all seemed too easy... but it wouldn’t have been the first bounty Samus had tracked down that had given themselves up once the huntress had knocked on their front door. When your reputation includes blowing up a couple planets, sometimes people really do start choosing the ‘easy way.’
The bounty hunter began to make her way cautiously inside, taking in the building’s rather simple layout -- it looked to be more a workplace and laboratory than any kind of guarded compound, with various tools and workthings scattered around tables and benches. Only scarce signs showed of the people living here, the occasional discarded food container or pillow propped up for an impromptu resting area. The interior of the place was a great deal less ominously bizarre, too... at least it had been, before the gates slammed back shut and a pulse of electrical energy began to stream out from a hidden pad on the floor. A trap -- one Samus had mistakenly walked right into.
The effect of that pulse, however, didn’t seem to be to harm her. If it was, at least, it failed entirely -- Aran’s armor would have easily deflected an ordinary electrical attack, at least for a while. No, this was quite a different outcome altogether, more akin to advanced EMP than an energy attack. A flurry of waves that created dead zones, shocking the systems in Samus’s suit into total non-compliance and rendering her paralyzed, trapped within the heavy, unmoving armor. At least, Samus would have been trapped if she hadn’t had a failsafe specifically for something like this; a catch that manually disconnected the metallic ligaments holding the suit’s plates together. All at once they tumbled away, clattering to the hard metal floor, and leaving the huntress only in the notorious form-fitting membrane she wore beneath her armor... the sky-blue Zero Suit.
“I hope that wasn’t intended to stop me,” the bounty hunter growled under her breath, lowering her hand to the pistol at her side -- the Paralyzer. Like the failsafes in her armor, it had been designed for such an occasion, lacking in power but unaffected by the pulse of energy that had shut her other systems down. The armor had been overkill anyway... now she was just more agile. Making her way through the workshops and living spaces, it didn’t take long before Samus found another, more imposing door, one likely leading to her mark. The lock stood up to a shot from the Paralyzer, but the metal door itself was no much for a side-kick from one of the huntress’s powerful legs, leaving it dented and crackling as its power source tried to decide how to react. The door tried to open, found itself too badly bent to do so, then tried to close with no more success. A few more attempts and the entire thing went inert, allowing Samus to wrench it sideways and into the wall it would normally have slid into of its own accord.
For the denizens inside the next room, the prospect of an unarmored Samus Aran brute-forcing her way through their defenses was the last possibility on their mind. Or rather, the single mind that was genuinely capable of expectations. Samus heard the sound of booted feet scurrying away as she entered the next room, which seemed to be more a cross between a factory and some kind of war room -- at least, that was what the newly-activated squadron of robots stepping out of their assembly tanks would lead her to believe.
“I’m here for Mil Veva,” Samus raised her voice, letting the statement resonate firmly throughout the largely metallic chamber. “Call off your machines and tell me where she is, and I don’t need to hurt you.” It wasn’t a threat so much as a statement of fact -- any attempt to discern the bounty hunter’s bluff only made its impact even more intimidating. Samus’s eyes scanned across the slowly encroaching machines, crawling from their tubes and moving closer to her. They were humanoid and nearly identical, not to mention... explicitly feminine, with soft, pale plastic and chrome rivets giving them an appearance somewhere between woman and machine. Each carried a laser rifle.
They halted, though, for a moment, glittering green eyes focusing on Samus as they held their position. Echoing back through the chamber came a voice, soft and audibly trying not to quaver. “How... how do I know you won’t just shoot me anyway?”
“Tell your robots to drop their guns, and I’ll drop mine until you’re safely out of the building. I think you know as well as I do that Veva isn’t going to escape this place.”
There was a long pause, and each of the androids slowly knelt, placing their rifles beside them and standing back up in unison. There was another shy sound of footsteps, and from behind one of the construction tanks clambered a short, slight girl -- or, perhaps a girl. Their form-fitting black apron showed no signs of any breasts, and their shoulder-length, honey-blonde hair wasn’t explicitly feminine, certainly not so much as silky black A-frames the robots wore. Perhaps a boy, then?
“I’ve heard of you, Samus Aran,” the little engineer whispered, drawing cautiously closer. “I didn’t know you were after Dr. Veva. If it had been anyone else...” they tried to skirt carefully around, Samus closely watching. Definitely a boy, she surmised -- if a delightfully delicate and pretty one. It had been some time since Samus had gotten to... enjoy herself... with someone so adorable, a thought that soon found itself clouding her mind with ideas. Her eyes flicked from the boy to the robots, statuesquely beautiful and exotic in their own way, clearly designed for more than combat. If indeed this was meant to be the final line of defense....
As the boy tried to scoot past, Samus snapped one arm outwards, taking hold of his slender wrist and pulling him close, squishing his figure against hers, pressing into the smooth second skin of the zero suit. “Perhaps I do have another use for you, little one,” she purred, biting one lip and looking down with predatory blue eyes. She had all the time she needed, and it had been far too long since she’d satisfied her... urges.
“I-- I thought you said I could go--?” the technician stammered, their own oceanic eyes darting toward the battered doorway Samus had wrenched apart on her way in. On closer inspection, he showed some strange features; sharply almond-shaped eyes and ears that came to slight points -- minor traces of alien genetics, perhaps, not entirely unlike those Samus herself sported.
“I said I wouldn’t shoot you,” the huntress purred, leaning down to steal a slow, deep kiss, tasting the girlish boy’s delicate pink lips. One hand already on his wrist, she guided his hand up to her breast, cooing softly as she felt his fingers reflexively knead into the tender flesh. “I didn’t say you could go without giving me something first.”
“I-- don’t--” the boy murmured into another kiss, his eyes fluttering shut after a moment. This may not have been how he imagined his evening going, but it was a lot better than being shot. At least the robots weren’t--
“Powering on, altering modality. Combat = negative, cancelling protocol scripts. Running service protocol scripts. Service = positive.”
Arching a brow, Samus looked up from the girly thing, though continued to hold him against her. The machines had changed their attitude -- down to the posture -- considerably, harsh emerald eyes softening to hazy lavender, their gentle glow soothing, seductive. Against the smooth material of their bodies, changes began to become apparent; notably nipples poking through the pale, latex-like ‘flesh’ of their breasts, and ports opening between their smooth thighs. Rather than remaining holes, though, the ports gave way for long, explicitly phallic appendages to slide through and out, glistening from whatever lubricant tank they’d been kept in. Someone had designed these things for both combat and sex... and from the look of it, a very specific kind of sex.
“Didn’t tell me about your little friends,” Samus grinned, turning her attention back down to the boy.
“Uah... you... didn’t ask?” they attempted awkwardly, blushing hard, hand still holding firm to the bounty hunter’s breast and shyly massaging it in slow circles, clumsy yet eager.
“I don’t mind if they join,” Samus nibbled the technician’s lip, guiding his hand lower, down to the impressive bulge straining against the front of her outfit, visibly throbbing against the paper-thin membrane of the zero suit. Blushing more fiercely than ever, he gently rubbed his palm up and down against it, swallowing hard. “I’m sure Veva can wait for me to have my fun.”
“Well, we were her last line of defense, so...” the boy mumbled, and Samus turned her gaze to the erect, attentive sexbots.
“What are all of you waiting for? Are you going to fuck me or what?” Her smile widened, and her hand slid down the engineer’s back, to his petite butt, giving it a squeeze and then a firm slap. “Not you, of course. You... I have another plan for.”
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Only a few moments had passed before the robots had started to cluster around, cool hands caressing along the sides of Samus’s suit as they surrounded her. Their firm, mechanical cocks rubbed up and down against her hips, thighs, and against the cleft of her perfect ass, grinding up between those buttcheeks even as the huntress lowered the mechanic down to his knees. One fingertip hooked firmly into the skinlike fabric of the zero suit, drawing a rip across its front -- a gash wide enough that it finally released the throbbing length of girlcock that had been straining against it. “Now be a good boy, or... girl... whichever,” Samus purred as she prodded the tip of her rod against the technician’s soft lips, not waiting for an answer before cramming it into their mouth completely, “...and suck this fucking dick.”
Samus bit her lip and groaned with pleasure as she felt her shaft sink deep into the boy’s mouth, drawing spluttered coughs and gurgles from him before he finally started to adjust, those big almond eyes looking up at the bounty hunter. It was hard to tell if they were unfamiliar with sucking cock at all, or simply this amount of aggression, but Samus didn’t wait to find out, thrusting her hips forward to press the tip of her cock against the boy’s throat, then down it, causing another gag and drooling cough. Untying the string of the apron at the back of his neck, she let it spill away, revealing a cute white half-shirt showing off a flat stomach, and skintight brown pants -- at the front of which was the outline of the boy’s own dick, nowhere near the size of Samus’s but just as hard. Despite all that blushing and squirming, it looked like he was more than happy to get a faceful of girldick.
“Nnn... fuck...” Samus growled under her breath, keeping one hand firmly on the back of the boy’s head and forcing him back and forth rhythmically onto her cock, though now increasingly distracted by the identical robotic pleasure-servants pushing and grinding against her. They didn’t speak, but let out soft coos and gasps as they groped and rubbed at the huntress’s body, massaging her tits from behind in eager circles as they crowded. She counted four in total -- plenty for any kind of fun she wanted to have -- and the insistent rocking of a hard shaft between her asscheeks was getting her more and more excited to mix things up. Tilting slightly, she placed her hand firmly against one of the sexbots shoulders, guiding her into a kneeling position that the machine surprisingly took well to, following the physical instructions easily and spreading her thighs, knees planted against the smooth workshop floor. Perfect. “Alright, cutie, you’re coming with me.”
Keeping her hand fully on the back of the boy’s head, her cock still hilted in his mouth, she sat down and back into the waiting lap of the robot she’d lowered, squishing her firm backside up against that mechanical shaft and dragging the designer to his knees. He was starting to do the work himself, now, bobbing up and down on the offered girlcock with enough impetus that Samus loosened her grip on the back of his head, turning her attention to the machines clustering around her, prodding and grinding into her. Now sitting, their mechanical shafts were far more accessible, and she dragged her tongue hungrily up along the underside of one, sampling it -- and pleasantly surprised that the synthetic flesh felt very little different from the real thing, even warm from the android’s inner workings. Grinning, she flicked her tongue back across and around it, letting it sink into her mouth. “Mmmmph....”
Continuing to rock her hips back and forth, she let the shaft beneath her slide and squish between her buttcheeks, but the regular friction against her sensitive backside already had her trembling for more. She could just tease herself a little more... attend to more of these beautiful robots while the boy did his work, drooling and gagging around her shaft. Her free hand reached out for another mechanical dick and gently squeezed it, starting to stroke her palm across it, and she found herself pleasantly surprised by a voluntary interjection by another one of the machines -- the thing balanced herself on one of her opposites, leaning forward to push her own robotic cock up between Samus’s breasts, still covered by the zero suit but to no detriment. Being touched through it was no different than touching the bounty hunter’s bare skin, and with the way it clung to her body even her nipples were now visibly stiffened against the sky-blue membrane.
Samus let her eyes drift shut for a long moment as she enjoyed the various sensations she was being treated to, her exquisite figure squirming sensuously between the bodies she was clustered between. One hand tangled in the technician’s honey-colored hair and the other stroking back and forth along a robotic girlcock, she took another shaft deep into her throat and another between her tits, grinding that ass forward and back into the lap of yet another. Pleasure arced through her in delightful sparks, only made more intense by the adrenaline rush of doing all of this mid-job, her enemy who knew how few yards away from her even as she availed herself of Veva’s minions. But she needed more.
Bringing her hand from the back of the boy’s head, Samus shifted her weight up a little, reaching down to further stretch the tear she’d made in the front of her zero suit, extending it so that it exposed not only her cock and balls, but the smooth, puffy patch of flesh marking her taint -- and just past that, the needy pink pucker of her anus.
“Mmnn... ahhhnn, fuck! -- in you go,” the huntress groaned as she fit that humming rod under her ass, letting it slowly, deeply sink into her, pleasure blooming throughout her body as took the robotic girldick up her butt. Sitting her knees down against the cold floor, she sat down fully against the sexbot beneath her, trembling as she returned her attention to the dick in front of her, slathering her tongue against its underside and letting her saliva trail down its length. Her eyes fluttered as she forced it back into her throat, shuddering as she controlled her breathing, pulling the blonde boy’s head forward once again onto her own throbbing shaft. It was all becoming so much more rhythmic now, a seamless entanglement of primarily identical bodies, with Samus in the middle of it all -- face-fucking this flat-chested darling while she let the machines fuck her from every angle. Ass, mouth, tits, and even her own free hand.
Sliding back from one shaft, she tilted her head to face another, taking it into her mouth as well and stifling a cough of her own, insatiable as everything grew more and more intense. The rocking and rutting increased in speed, the android beneath her thrusting up deeply into the downward slams of Samus’s hips, hilting that synthetic girldick inside of her. She felt hands from behind her reach around to squeeze her tits together, closing them more completely around the cock between them, sliding them up and down around the pale, fleshy scepter the robot was fucking her with. Even now, should things turn south, she could fight her way through these things -- it was something she’d known from the start, she was never in any danger. This was now just a way to harmlessly blow off steam.
“Mmmphh... nmmnnllmm... phaah...!” she gasped as she switched from one synthetic member to the next, swapping them to keep one in her mouth and the other in her hand, still milking as much anal pleasure as she could from the sexbot beneath her. The engineer in front of her continued to bob and suck and slobber at the slick, fleshy end of Samus’s twitching dick, and she could spot an adorable wet spot blooming at the front of his own trousers, just where she could make out the shape of his rock-hard, neglected boy-thing. Oh how he squirmed and rubbed his thighs together -- she’d be surprised if he hadn’t already cum in his pants -- but what mattered was Samus. Her needs, the ecstasy mounting inside of her. Between the direct stimulation of the thick cock up her ass and the warm throat around her own member, and the lustful excitement of being surrounded by robotic cocks, she was driven wild with lust, closer and closer to getting off in this boy’s throat before finally going and taking in her target.
“Hnnnh... haahh, fuckkk! Nngghh...” she groaned, popping off the shaft in her mouth when she felt it starting to hum and pulsate against her tongue, still rapidly stroking the other with her hand. She squeezed one eye shut, uncertain as to how “functional” these machines were and fully expecting an abrupt cumshot, but before it came she was graced with one less expected -- and the sensation of thick globs of simulated spunk shooting up into the tight tunnel of her ass, her butt clenching tight around it, the muscles twitching and rolling, milking the artificial cream into her. Only seconds later came the blast over her face, then another from her other side. A hot bolt of goo then hit the bottom of her chin before dribbling down her neck and between her breasts, product of the fembot that had been fucking her tits... and finally could stand no more.
A hoarse roar echoed through the chamber as Samus filled the poor engineer boy’s throat with her creamy seed, holding his head in place and forcing him to swallow every drop. It was hard not to giggle as she watched his eyes water, but the mercenary was too busy catching her breath, biting back further moans as she unloaded her thick cock into his mouth, her ass clenching and spasming around the mechanical dick inside of it.
A few moments passed as the bounty hunter caught her breath, stretching back and blinking those ocean-blue eyes a few times, orienting herself. “That was... fun...” she purred, finally letting the boy go, spluttering and gasping for breath after being held in place for so long, cum dribbling from his feminine lips. “Now, you’re free to go.”
“Temporary standby. Secondary purpose fulfillment, y/n?”
“Yes, yes I’d say so,” Samus chuckled as the sexbots spoke in unison, standing up uncertainly and shaking the pleasure-rush from her head. The machines nodded, each taking a few steps back but not returning to their original containment cells -- as if waiting for further orders Samus had no current intention to give.
“I... um...” the boy said, swallowing hard and glancing only briefly to his trousers, soaked with his own ‘discharge’ and still sporting a slender erection beneath the fabric. “I... h-have to go,” he mumbled, turning and scampering out of the chamber completely, causing Samus to stifle a snort of laughter.
“Now, now...” the huntress cracked her neck from side to side and stretched briefly. She was quite the sight to behold -- covered in cum, her eye makeup running, her cock exposed and still half-stiff from her adventure. And the job wasn’t even over yet -- she still had to go get her mark. “Mil Veva... wherever could you be?”
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