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Evolution Confusuion Chapter 3
🕑 Added 2023-04-03 18:48:00 +0000 UTCChapter 3
When Samus woke, she rushed to eject herself from her armor. She needed out before it decided it was time for another round of simulated copulation. The back opened up, but Samus’s whole body felt weak and lethargic. She struggled to extricate herself from the suit, but eventually, she managed to flop out and down onto the floor. From there, she struggled with her zero suit, needing to be bare and free from any spontaneous surprises. As she kicked off the legs and boots of her second skin, Samus flopped back, exhausted. The suit’s false fluids leaked from her, dripped down from her slit and clung to her ass before pooling on the floor.
In time, she rolled back over and forced herself back onto her hands and knees. The moment she did, she regretted it. Instinctually, it was the easiest way from her to force her weary body back onto its feet, but it felt mortifying to no end. She rushed up to her feet and promptly collided with the wall of her ship.
*Be warned, you are severely dehydrated and-*
“No shit.” Samus gruffed. “Wonder what left me so dehydrated.” She glared at the ball on the dash of the ship that held Adam’s AI core.
*Though the Chozo do not experience loss of fluids during coitus, your human biology causes-*
“I know!” Samus tested her weary knees and dared to push off from the wall. She nearly fell, but the light gravity of her controlled descent around the planet saved her. “I- just… kick on the shower systems.” Samus ordered the ship and stumbled over to the corner where her shower rested. There were plenty of things Samus failed to understand about the federation. Their abundance of rules and regulations, their seeming obsession with sex- though… Samus mo longer felt like she could judge anyone for that much any longer. But, their showers had been a truly efficient way to destress. Of course her suit was more efficient at handling cleaning and hygiene function, but this oft helped her calm her busy and troubled mind. Something Samus felt in desperate need of.
*Understood.* Adam answered and the ship whirred as it rushed to heat up the water.
With long, slow, and deep breaths, Samus tried to regulate her turbulent mind and racing heart. That, the Chozo had taught her. Though, then, it had mostly been a tool they taught her to use when the nightmares or thoughts of Ridley and her parents came. She closed her eyes and allowed her feet to guide her to the pitter patter of water against the ship’s floor and her shower. She still felt disgusting, caked in her own sweat, her wetness dried on the inside of her thighs all the way down to her knees and… fuck… she could feel the suit’s false fluids still seeping out from between her folds. There was no good reason for why some part of her enjoyed the sensation- only ample reason for her to feel shameful for appreciating it.
Samus cried out with relief when she finally stepped into the warm wave of the shower. It cascaded down around her and began to wash off all that clung to her. She couldn’t help the smile that naturally came to her face as she relaxed into the walls of her tight shower and rested her head against the wall closest to the water’s origin. It helped her slow her breaths further. Occasionally, she licked her lips for what water it could deliver. When she was done, she would have Adam prepare her a mealbar and a tall glass of water, but for the time being, the ambient shower water would do.
Of course, all the breathing in the world couldn’t stave off her thoughts forever. It was only ever a tool to help her calm before she had to face whatever she feared. Slowly, she opened her eyes and washed her face. That done, she spun around to feel the water against her back. It was nice. For whatever reason, it reminded her of the suit and it’s efforts to mimic Chozo preening behavior. Samus shivered. She had loved that. She still did. The gentle care at her neck and shoulder.
Struggling to think straight, Samus looked over her body. Her breasts had slight red marks from where the suit’s tentacles had groped her. Her nipples too were a little worn, puffy and stiff when she glanced her fingers over them. Frankly, her breasts as a whole felt taught, swollen if anything. “Adam, preform a torso scan.”
*Scanning… scan complete.*
“What… what’s-” Samus’s breath hitched as she tried to cup her breasts. It hurt- it hurt but it felt good. “Abnormalities?”
*Only expected biological anomalies detected.*
“Expected anomalies?” Samus sighed and felt a sinking pit in her stomach.
*Chozo naturally lack memory glands, but-*
“Fuck… I’m lactating.” Samus huffed as she watched the white beed up at her stiff nipples.
*No need to worry, just as with all other bodily functions, your suit can-*
“Got it!” Samus cut off and squeezed a few more dribbles from her chest. She bit her lower lip as she did and fought to believe it wasn’t incredibly pleasurable. Her body still felt odd, all too easy to be riled up. Her mind eagerly offered up fantasies of her clone, the beautiful things they could do together in a shower. Samus pushed those thoughts away, though it felt harder and harder as her hands continued to expel the fluids from her breasts. Again, Samus found herself thanking the stars for the lowered gravity of her ship’s controlled descent. If it weren’t for that, she was certain she would have collapsed in the shower.
Samus found herself easily loosing track of time. She didn’t know how long she had been in the shower or how long she had been teasing her chest. She feared she could have spent hours there if not for the sensations down below. Of course, of course she was wet. She was in a shower after all… and of course… that was not the only type of wetness that clung to her. But, that was not what caught her attention. Nor was the newly familiar sensation of sexual arousal. As her attention lowered, Samus spotted the slight bulge at her belly. Instinctively, Samus knew what it was. Of course she did. But, that didn’t stop her form wishing it to be that she had simply put on some weight! She knew that was impossible however. Her suit calculated her caloric intake perfectly for prime reaction time. Beyond that, if anything, she had exerted herself more on planet ZDR.
“Adam! Scan lower abdomen.”
*Scanning… saan complete.*
“What is-”
*Unviable eggs will be expelled or processed by your system naturally. Being as it was never fertilized, you should experience no more than bloating and a truncated menstrual cycle similar to that of the typical homosapien female.*
Samus sighed and slumped in the shower till she was sitting on the floor of it. She had no way to explain why, but despite the fact that knowing the egg would be dealt with easily, she felt gutted. Samus didn’t… she wasn’t capable of… and what? Have the father be her fucking suit of armor? But… but… still, as if in her bones, she could feel disappointment- almost sorrow seeping through her. Wether she wanted it or not, her body clearly wanted… wanted that. A family.
Samus shook the thought from her head. Her family was the Chozo! The Chozo were the only family she had ever known since she was a little girl! And they were all dead now. Her trek out to the Chozo homeworld was a hopeless endeavor. No Chozo could have or did survive there. She and Raven Beak had been the last of their kind. She had only returned to reminisce, to feel that faint connection to home she felt when she saw Quiet Robe. She had, in all her lone wolf antics, wanted to feel just a little less alone.
But now, she was the last of her kind- the last of her kind in more than one way. The metroids had been defeated, the Chozo long since extinct… and… biologically she was human to an extent. Though, beyond the biological she felt no connection to that. She was the last of her kind… well, she and-
There it was. The spectre that had haunted her whole shower. Samus had fought to avoid thinking of the other her like the plague. The clone meant… it meant she in fact was not the last. There was one more. One more, scared girl, isolated on her home planet- likely where Raven Beak had her dna sent to be replicated. In all likelihood, the clone had never left the planet; alone and with no one to greet her.
That was horrible, a nightmare to think about, to be trapped in the tomb of her ancestors. But, not even that was why Samus shuttered to think of her imposter. No, she was terrified to think of how the clone felt about her body. Samus had been so lucky to be gifted the right to be herself by the Chozo when she was at a relatively young age. They stopped her from falling into the progress that terrified her and when she, in Chozo culture, became of age, they allowed her to finish her transition to whatever extent she wished- Samus took all of what was offered and they never took a moment to think less of her. She knew passively from her time at the federation that other women like her, or men in the opposite positon were never treated with the dignity the Chozo had given her. But even those people eventually, if they were willing and capable to jump through all the hoops and regulations, were allowed and assisted in being themselves.
The clone however? Samus remembered the early days of when her body had just started changing, before the Chozo gave her the tools to pause the process. Samus remembered the living nightmare that was having to live with her body as it was between then and when she was ready to finish her transition. The other her however… she had nothing, no one.
Samus glancingly wondered if her uniqueness was something onto her, her being; something that couldn’t be coded into genetics. It was a nice thought, that there could be another version of her who had never had to worry about that. Though, the clone had clearly done things to appear more feminine. The small things, the close shave, the choice of suit… frankly, Samus just felt like she could tell; like she could see the WOMAN in the other woman’s eyes. Samus could only hope the other version of her had her same strength of heart; the same ability to take it all on and march forward.
Even though there was a good chance the other her had that same quality, Samus still worried for her, for what the eight month’s isolation between Raven Beak’s demise and Samus’s return to the home planet could have done to her clone.
In the end, it was her concern, her worry, her care for the other her that made Samus feel so horrible. Despite knowing the other her was far from anything masculine, just like her. Despite that all, Samus felt a desperate need to find the other her and… and allow the both of them to do vile unspeakable things to each other.
It never dawned on Samus that the other her, though trans could to any extend be comfortable enough with her body to humor those needs. It never dawned on Samus, but what did dawn on her was that she owed it to her copy to at the very least, offer her and explanation; an explanation for the copy’s origins. Beyond that, Samus had no fucking clue what she was doing as she clothed herself and loaded into her suit once more. She didn’t have the slightest what she was going to do beyond try and greet, comfort, and explain what had happened to her clone. She didn’t know, but there she was, flying down and aiming to try anyways.
End of Chapter 3
