The Corruption of Samus Aran - ch.4

Author's Note: Hey, this story's still alive! Just in case anyone was wondering, the reason it takes so long is because the same client juggles both this and the renewed Super Squish Sisters, so it takes two cycles to get one of these done. Still, with some other things out of the way I'm hoping that the schedules these get finished on start to speed up a little bit, with faster output and (hopefully) slightly shorter chapters.

Anyway, here's chapter four! The rest of it is on Hentai-Foundry, here, but I'll be uploading all new chapters to Patreon first. Happy fapping!

[futa/futa/futa] [anal] [DAP] [oral] [titfucking] [dom/sub]

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“One more inch, at full hardness,” Gandrayda’s shimmering lips spread into a full grin as she pulled the measuring tape away from Samus’s throbbing member, the poor thing pulsating angrily as it was measured and judged. A tight cuff was clasped around the base of it, causing it to remain at full stiffness without any risk of relief while both Gandrayda and Phalla -- who had taken quite well to her new life -- teased and rubbed it, licking or stroking the aching thing. “The symbiote must be taken a better hold on your physiology, getting more room for growth.”

“Wait, you... you m-mean it’s going to keep growing?” Samus groaned quietly, biting her lip as her cock wobbled back and forth, throbbing desperately as she was pinned down to the bed of her room. Phalla was now playfully batting the bounty hunter’s cock from side to side with her own, causing a shiver to run up Samus’s spine each time their thick girlcocks collided with one another. “It’s already so big, will that be safe?”

“Certainly,” Gandrayda replied, tossing the tape away and affectionately flicking her tongue over both shafts, Phalla pressing hers more fully to Samus’s so that the translucent jovian could better sample the both of them. “It may stop growing eventually -- mine seems to have -- but the symbiote will feed on your own sex drive, granting you greater strength to support itself and the new home it’s made. There will be other changes, as well, and some that have already begun to take place.”

Samus winced hard at another little swat from Phalla’s dick, trembling from the light licks and trying to scoot away a little, back farther onto the bed. Something did nag at her though, something she’d wanted to ignore but was now too curious to entirely neglect. “Wait, what other changes?” Shit, it was hard to concentrate when she was so eager to cum, a pain and tightness around the base of her cock now from the attention, though she was somewhat pleased that Gandrayda was proud of her recent slight growth.

“You haven’t noticed how easily your ass can handle even the biggest dick, Sammy?” Gandrayda grinned, slipping down a little to smooch along Samus’s tight balls, down to her smooth, puffy taint and finally dragging her tongue in slow swirls around the human’s anus, causing it to twitch and spasm with excitement. “Not to mention how you can cum from it alone?” She slid one finger inside of the snug hole easily, smirking as she was able to penetrate the pale, pliable hole almost effortlessly despite how tight it felt once she was inside. “The symbiote does whatever it must to properly influence its host, and it’s done quite well with you, Sammy.”

A little flinch and spasm, and Samus tried to scoot a bit farther back, her trapped dick screaming for release as Gandrayda teased her back entrance with a subtle tongue and finger. It made sense, now that she knew it -- she’d had different urges from the very first day she’d gotten the symbiote inside of her, and they’d only grown stronger under Gandrayda’s insistent preening. Likewise, the new addition to their little nest seemed to lack any resistance or inhibition... either she was being fully controlled by the symbiote, or their interests aligned so well that the difference couldn’t be detected. The line where the symbiote ended and Phalla Trax began.

“What about me, mistress?” Phalla purred, a feral glint in her eyes as she rubbed her cock absently against Samus, grinding it first into her side before tilting to squish it against the side of the blonde’s soft breast. “How am I doing?”

“You’re still young, yet -- or your symbiote is, anyway,” the biomorph said, adding another finger to Samus’s tight hole and sliding them both in deeply, though her eyes were on Phalla now. “I’m actually rather interested as to which of you will end up being a better host to your symbiotes -- initially I’d thought Samus was a prime candidate, and you were merely a pleasant accident, a bonus. But there’s something quite impressive about you.”

Her brows furrowed as a swell of jealousy rose up in Samus’s bared chest, squeezing her thighs together a little and sitting up completely to protest. “Hey, she’s jus--mmmphhchll...!” the bounty hunter was silenced instantly by a pivot and thrust from Phalla’s cock, waiting for Samus’s mouth to be open before stuffing the big blue rod in deeply, hitting the back of the blonde’s throat before gradually forcing herself down it. A little victorious grin crossed the alien’s face as she turned her attention back to Gandrayda.

“Thank you, mistress,” she purred, making a fist in Samus’s hair to hold herself deeply inside of the other woman’s mouth, forcing her to gasp for air through her nostrils as Phalla started to take slow, deep thrusts down her throat. “It’s the greatest gift I’ve ever been given.”

“Mmmph.” Samus grunted dryly around a mouthful of cock, remaining fairly still as Phalla rocked her hips forward and back, gagging the blonde on her hot girlthing while she was molested by Gandrayda, and entirely disallowed to climax.

“That gives me something of an idea,” Gandrayda cooed thoughtfully, leaning in to lightly lick Samus’s dick while she added a third finger to the poor human’s backside, threatening to ease in another as well. “Well, doesn’t give it to me... I’d already had it, but was wondering how to pitch it. I used to think little Samus was going to be my most precocious creation, but her position as a favored pet is definitely being challenged... so I think it’s time for a little competition.”

“Competition?”

“Kmmphishhimm?”

“Over the next few days I’m going to let the two of you get... familiar, in the way only rivals can. No more interfering or picking favorites. Whichever of you best feed your symbiote in the coming days will be rewarded... though I won’t yet say how.”

“And if either of us refuses to play?” Phalla asked, arching a brow.

“Oh, my dear... this competition is non-negotiable, I’m afraid. All not playing means is that you don’t win.”

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Baths were becoming much more of a frequent undertaking for Samus -- not only because she found herself covered in sperm more often than not, but because it was one of the only things to actually do in Gandrayda’s little bunker besides have sex.

Sinking deeper into the warm water of the complex’s strange, in-built, central pool, Samus let out a low sigh of frustration. She never had been allowed to get off -- she’d been taken to the edge of madness and then left alone. The keys to the cuffs weren’t hard to find now that Samus actually knew where they were, but nonetheless, it had taken long enough to reach them that the mood had somewhat passed.

Not that the symbiote within her didn’t resist that, urge her onwards to slake her lust in some way or another. It wouldn’t be hard in the least bit, she wouldn’t even have to masturbate. Even if she couldn’t get Gandrayda to fuck her because of some kind of weird power trip or mind game, she had Phalla now -- and if there was one thing Samus had learned over the last few days it was that Phalla Trax, despite how dour and serious she’d seemed at first, had an appetite for sex that was unmatched even by Gandrayda.

She sunk a little deeper into the warm water, submerging herself so that even her face was buried from the mouth down, breathing through her nose, though her eyes remained open in contemplation. She was admittedly a little intimidated by whatever competition Gandrayda had in mind... and more importantly, she had no doubt in her mind that if the two symbiotic scions were put head to head, Phalla would win. She simply embraced the infection too completely, and gave in to her lust continuously. What was Phalla even doing, now, wherever she was?

Her eyes blinked, then narrowed in thought. This bunker was, at this point, like a small city at this point -- a city lacking in resources or trade of any kind, leading to the unimpressive array of food (Samus herself had just finished her “complimentary” carbohydrate bar earlier today) and any kind of activity that extended beyond Gandrayda’s next bizarre sex game. Tactics may not have been Samus’s strong suit, but they had been involved in her Federation military training... if she was going to get out of this situation, she would need to play to whatever strengths she could find.

Since her bond with the symbiote was too conflicted to be as strong as Phalla’s, any attempt at winning the competition would likely end in failure; and since Gandrayda had taken her equipment and put the planet on lockdown, any attempt at an independent escape was doomed to failure. Her best bet was to somehow get Phalla on her side.

She exhaled through her nose, finally sliding up and out of the natural bathtub, water dripping from her athletic curves as she made her way up and into the hollow chamber. She needed to find Phalla... even if it might take some doing. The as-of-yet-unnamed chamber on Driandrex where Gandrayda had set up her little coven was so spacious as to be nearly labyrinthine, far bigger than was necessary for the three infected women who dwelled there. While there were only a few rooms that were commonly frequented, and they tended to be close by, Phalla could technically be anywhere.

Shaking away the reflexive desire to get dressed after bathing, Samus made her way, naked, out into the metallic corridors of the bunker and simply listened -- with all these long hallways and all this metal, it seemed like it would be the easiest way to find someone, and after a moment of listening it worked. It sounded like it was a way away, but the way it echoed off of the walls, it didn’t take Samus long to find out which direction it was coming from and start heading in that way. The sound of knocking, something slamming against something else in a slow rhythm... it didn’t come as the slightest shock when she finally found its source.

Phalla was still very much as naked as the day she was born, whimpering and moaning out as she thrust herself downward onto the post at the edge of her bed -- Samus had noticed some time ago that it was rather long and smooth, sporting a sizeable knob at the end. It just hadn’t occurred to her, as it apparently had to Phalla Trax, to shove the entire thing in her ass and ride on it like the most well-endowed lover.

It actually did give the bounty hunter pause for a long moment, chewing her lower lip as her own massive girlcock started to rise up of its own accord, her eyes fixating on Phalla -- the blue-skinned detective was moaning and squirming on top of the column of lacquered wood, bouncing up and down on it and taking the massive thing into her backside, testing the limits of her anal pliability in a way that Samus had never even considered trying. That big, greenish-blue girlcock of hers was spiraling like the blades of a helicopter with each hungry slam downward, almost hypnotic as its impressive weight send it spinning in big, glistening circles.

“Um... hey, Phalla,” Samus mumbled, clearing her throat awkwardly, though the moaning alien barely even noticed her for a moment.

“Oh, hey,” the breathless Phalla groaned out, biting her lip and leaning back a little, thrusting more firmly down onto the bedpost now so that her huge cock bounced directly up and down. “You... need... somethin’...?”

Samus ran her tongue across dry lips as she watched the display, furrowing her brow as she attempted to force her mouth to form words. She failed at first, transfixed on the hypnotic motion of Phalla’s bouncing girlcock, the sight of it both drying her mouth and stimulating the symbiote that had bonded with her in very... distracting ways. It was only a moment before Phalla noticed the stiffening on Samus’s own shaft -- there was no hiding it considering that the bounty hunter was as naked as the day she was born, clad only in skin and a ponytail tie.

“Uh, I just wanted to talk to you about something,” the human woman mumbled, licking her lips again. “About this place.”

“Well, maybe you should come and give me a hand with this... once I get off I’m sure I’ll be in a much chattier mood,” Phalla cooed, rotating her hips around on the bedpost and still leaving her hands off of her dick, letting it sway and twirl with every small movement of her creamy teal figure. She took another rougher bounce downward, causing her tits and cock both to jiggle impressively, temptingly.

Her body tingled in a way that she couldn’t resist, the symbiote screaming for action, and this time, Samus wasn’t particularly keen on refusing -- after being denied climax before, she was more anxious than ever to get off, her intentions merging with those of her infection in a way that made refusal impossible. “Well... maybe I could help a little,” the blonde purred, moving a little closer. Phalla’s position at the corner of her bed brought that huge cock of hers right about at chest-level with Samus, which would work just fine.

Pulling in close, Samus laid both hands on Phalla’s hips, helping to stabilize the alien a little bit and pressing her chest forward, those big, smooth, sensitive tits of hers wrapping neatly around the massive blue shaft, finally freeing it from its endless loop of bobbing and twirling, now nestled safely between the blonde’s big, firm tits. Part of Samus felt like they, too, may have grown -- they felt a little tender to the touch, much like they had been when she’d been growing them in the first place.

“Oooh, you know... wh-what I like...” Phalla said, closing her eyes and shuddering a little. Samus could feel the other girl’s thighs clench down reflexively a little, though they were blocked by the bounty hunter’s shoulders. There was something nice about “playing” with someone who was, in most respects, an equal -- though even if Gandrayda wasn’t here to enforce her weird games and seemingly pointless hierarchy, it did hang over Samus’s head somewhat. She focused on the task at hand, however, strangely thankful for the tenderness and sensitivity in her breasts, now -- just sliding Phalla’s cock gently between them was enough to send a shudder of pleasure through Samus’s body, her cock throbbing to full life now and pointing straight upward, restlessly enduring its neglect as its owner pleasured another.

That pleasure wasn’t lazily delivered, either; over her time on Driandrex, Samus had learned a thing or two about different ways to fuck and be fucked, and while she perhaps wasn’t as prodigal as this newcomer, she knew very well how to please a huge cock with her tits. Gandrayda had -- especially in the beginning of her time here -- favored ways to fuck Samus without allowing her new alumni to climax, squeezing that big shimmering cock of hers either between Samus’s asscheeks or her tits. It was a familiar sensation and a familiar exercise, one Samus was starting to enjoy, whether through a strange form of Stockholm Syndrome or not.

She let out a slow, easy breath, letting Phalla’s soft moans spur her on as she squeezed her tits firmly around that big, hot shaft, feeling it pulsate blissfully between the big, soft globes of her chest, admiring the spongey tip of it as it peeked out between her cleavage. Leaning in to give it a little lick, she gently massaged her tits up and down, at first alternating a stroke and squeeze with each breast before pairing the two, squishing them up and down Phalla’s bluish-green length. She had an easier time of it than she might have, as well, considering that Phalla was thrusting up considerably on her own -- still hopping up and down on the gigantic knob of her bestpost sent her hips driving upward against the friction of the bounty hunter’s boobs.

“Fuck... you’re... good at this...” Phalla groaned out, her chest heaving with pleasure, tits jiggling a little each time a spasm of ecstasy would shake through her slender figure. A thin sheen of sweat now coated her skin, having already exerted herself a great deal before Samus even arrived... but now becoming considerably closer to a climax she wouldn’t be able to hold back, one that would put Samus in quite dire need of another bath. “B-by the... Triplicate Moons of Rad-An...!”

Pre-climactic wails were now also something Samus considered herself an expert in, and she began to quickly speed up the pumping and massaging of her soft boobs, using Phalla’s bouncing and thrusting in tandem with her own squeezing and squishing, dragging her tits up and down along that throbbing length energetically until it happened, which took only a few moments of frantic titfucking longer -- ribbon after ribbon of thick, creamy seed shot up out of Phalla’s enormous girlcock, firing into the air like fireworks before raining back down, splattering across Samus’s face at first, then matting in her hair. Subsequent bolts of spunk didn’t shoot quite so high and were content to lace themselves across the tops of Samus’s breasts, trickling down into the valley of her creamy cleavage after a moment to ensure that the blonde was lewdly coated in alien DNA.

“What was... that... you wanted to talk about...?” Phalla panted softly, still mounted on the bedpost and too drained to lift herself off of it, instead dangling like a Christmas ornament as Samus licked the cum from her lips and pressed forward a little, pressing her dick gently against the other woman’s and grinding into it a little.

“I wanted to talk about Gandrayda, and... this place,” Samus cooed quietly, shifting forward a little more to rub and prod her cock against Phalla’s, the two stiff members sliding and slipping messily against each other. This was the best opportunity she had... try to get Phalla on her side while she was still dizzy from climax. Not a perfect plan, but at least it was a plan. “She’s stifling us here... she gave us this gift, but won’t let us properly use it. Properly spread it.”

“S-spread it...?” Phalla murmured, blinking a few times and shuddering a little, trying to pull herself up but slipping on the sheets, sitting back down on the huge, smooth rod that was stretching apart her sensitive, pliable asshole. Her cock pulsated a little bit against Samus’s, causing a shiver of excitement in both women as they grew closer, close enough to kiss now as Samus whispered into the alien girl’s lips.

“The symbiote wants to spread. Infect others like we infected you. Can’t you feel it?” Samus purred quietly. It was only half an act -- while part of her, the Samus part, wanted to escape, there was a deep yearning inside of her that wanted to proliferate. It had tasted patronage when Phalla had been infected, and it wanted more. As such, she knew well that Phalla would feel the same cravings.

“I... yes,” Phalla grunted softly, biting her lower lip as she squirmed atop her perch, letting out quiet whimpers of excitement as Samus’s cock slipped and slid along hers -- then an uncertain groan of anticipation when that other shaft slid a little downwards, rubbing between her balls briefly before the tip of the blonde’s dick pressed against the stretched, elastic entrance of her anus, already completely filled by the bedpost, and... certainly nothing more could fit inside of there...? “W-what are you doing?” the alien whispered, swallowing hard.

Samus grinned a little, pressing forward a little more, teasing the stuffed hole threateningly, Phalla’s shaft now squished between the two of their bodies. “You want to join with me, don’t you? Leave this place, get out onto the surface? Don’t you want a life beyond what Gandrayda gives us? More things to do, better food, more people to stuff this big cock of yours into?” Part of her was afraid that she may have been laying it on too thick -- a misstep could land her in a world of trouble if Phalla didn’t cooperate. That was why she kept up the pressure, tried to make sure Phalla wasn’t concentrating on her words, only hearing them and, hopefully, agreeing with them. She forced herself upward a little more, making the teal-skinned alien grit her teeth and let out an anxious squeal as Samus’s dick pried its way into her anus. Slowly, but surely.

The feeling of the hard, lacquered wood against her cock didn’t feel as bad as she thought it would -- it was fairly smooth and the feeling of Phalla’s ass tightening around her was a sufficient distraction from anything that could be considered displeasure. From the long, low groan that slowly escalated into a shriek of agonized pleasure, Samus couldn’t really tell if Phalla was enjoying the treatment or not, but that wasn’t all that important at the moment. Samus was -- and she was getting closer and closer to getting off as she looked up into the alien’s eyes. “Come with me, we can leave this place. Get back to civilization... run wild with what we’ve been given.”

“Nnngh... fuck, I... s-shit...” Phalla babbled, her eyes halfway rolling back into her head as Samus began to slowly thrust inside of her, double-stuffing her already taxed anus and creating a fullness in her that she’d never experienced, almost overloading her -- though it didn’t hurt as much as it should. Both Phalla and Samus herself noticed that the alien’s poor hole was enduring its punishment surprisingly well... perhaps what Gandrayda had said earlier was true. The symbiote truly was changing them, and it was happening faster than either of them had thought. “I... okay! I’ll do it! I’ll go with you, and... we can... t-take my ship, just... just c-cum already, I don’t know how much more of this I can take, you’re... d-destroying my... ass...!”

The last request wasn’t something Samus was going to have any challenge with -- she was on the edge already, feeling Phalla’s cock throbbing and twitching against her stomach, her own huge shaft thrusting upward to smash against the already overstimulated pleasure-button inside of the alien girl, the symbiote feeding on the rough playtime no matter how excessive it was. Growing, strengthening. The two of them were still playing into Gandrayda’s plan, in a way, and in that way the competition between them had already begun.

Samus’s mind was numb to that now, though, as she roared out with ecstasy, the tight, spasming squeezing of Phalla’s wrecked asshole making her own starved girlcock explode with spunk, blasting the contents of the bounty hunter’s swollen sack into Phalla’s ass, redecorating her insides and the wooden bedpost as well, making Phalla twitch and squirm helplessly as she did her best to just survive the intense fucking, a little spurt of silvery seed shooting out of her own dick to coat the blonde’s perfect body even further.

Letting out a deep, tired breath, Samus finally slid out of the ruined hole and allowed Phalla to collapse backward onto the bed, the wooden post dripping with spunk and her gaped backside trickling a little out onto the sheets. She’d gotten the “yes” she needed, though. Now, she just had to start making her real plans. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Phalla,” Samus whispered firmly as she made her way to the door, satisfied now in more ways than one. “Be ready.”