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Evolution Confusuion Chapter 2
🕑 Added 2023-04-03 18:43:33 +0000 UTCChapter 2
Only for the sake of her boosters and a well timed shine spark release to escape through some precariously placed speed booster blocks, Samus was able to escape. The copy seemed to fall behind quickly, and as soon as she was out of sight, Samus rushed to her ship and launched into a controlled orbital descent, circling the planet as she fell as to be harder to attack while requiring nothing but the most basic autopilot functions.
Samus’s heart still pounded. She wrote it, along with her irrational fury for the foreigner in her fallen home, as simply a logical reaction to the shock and trauma. So much raced through her mind. How, why… had Raven Beak… he wanted to clone her- sure, he was looking to do it after she had awakened her metroid dna, but… but it wasn’t like she had gone through all of ZDR completely unharmed. Not like he never could have stolen a preliminary sample. Could- could this fake be a preliminary attempt at cloning her? Frustrated- scared really, Samus sprinted for the ship’s command console and finally unmuted Adam
*Warning! Metroid dna present!*
*Warning! Metroid dna evolving!*
*Warning! Atypical pheremonal composition present in ambient atmosphere*
*Warning! Heart rate above safe levels!*
*Warning! Atypical physiological response detected!*
*Warning! Bodily functions need attending!*
*Warning! Relieve yourself or your suit will assist you!*
*Warning! Potential mat-*
“Clear notifications!” Samus announced, cutting Adam off from what seemed would be a long range of notifications building up from when she had turned it off.
*Warning! Warnings are imperative and delivered for your-*
“Shut up! Just tell me what that… that thing was- is!” Samus muttered under her breath, pushing Adam along. “Was it a- a fucking clone? Was it derived from my genetic material?” She clarified her question in order to get a more specific answer from the oft fickle computer.
*’Fucking clone’ spefic genetic material can not be ascertained without a sample.*
Samus rolled her eyes. “Are there any other ways to determine it’s origin or an explanation for why it seems to have my face?”
*Incorrect- despite having a nearly identical bone structure, ‘fucking clone’ had a number of biological variances.*
“What? What variances?”
Adam, rather than replying, threw up a scan of the mysterious copy. The scan was highlighted with red where the clone was different from Samus with a second scan of her next to it.
If Samus hadn’t already known… she knew now. There was no doubt in her mind. The variances, if anything, were a confirmation. It was her clone. The only being in all the inumerous galaxies that had a right to return to this planet. The only other living being who could call it home.
Samus’s heart sunk. It sunk into her stomach, and again, Samus realized how fast it was still beating. Not only that, her core was still in knots. But- not even the strongest metroid in the galaxy could have any effect on her from so far away.
*Warning! Bodily functions need attending!*
*Warning! Relieve yourself or your suit will assist-*
“Shut up!” Samus snapped angrily. She hated it- most of all, she hated seeing all the differences between herself and the copy’s scan. It reminded her of things she never wanted to remember. Things long since delt with.
Samus’s head spun. There was so much. So so much to deal with. Her stomach lurched uncomfortably, it twisted and she felt like she was being torn at.
*SAMUS! You must-*
Samus waved away the notification before Adam could get any further. Overwhelmed with anger, with frustration, with rage, and Samus didn’t even know what the fuck else, Samus ripped off her shattered visor and replaced it. “ADAM! Replay footage from the combat between the ‘fucking clone’ and I.”
*loading* Adam announced and brought the sight up on Samus’s visor.
For whatever reason, the sight of the other being only made her stomach lurch harder, more and… and… “Adam! Increase cooling! And- and fast forward!” Samus ordered. Breaths grew peculiarly heavy as Samus fought to ignore it and focus. She kept the replay going until the clone tried to utter the one word. “Replay… louder… zoom in…” Samus sighed. She still couldn’t remember how the word translated, what exactly it meant… though, she already felt like she knew. “Adam… translate…”
*Chozo, being an alien language oft fails to have direct translations to english but-*
“Just answer!”
*The most approximate translation would be ‘help’*
Samus stumbled back. The freeze frame of the copy still caught on her visor. She couldn’t look away. Even if, by some miracle she were capable of forcing herself to do it, she physically couldn’t turn her head in a direction that would not still have the enhanced image right there. Again, her stomach lurched- no, her whole body. Particularly her chest and her lower abdomen. Why! Why was she so suddenly short of breath, and when was adam going to turn the cooling on in her suit!
Breathless, Samus fought even just to comprehend what was happening to her, why her body was reacting like that! Everything spun and Samus found herself with her cannon arm trying to press against her chest through suit and her other hand trying to soothe the burn that had begun between her legs, the horrible, vile tension and burn she had felt from the moment she met the clone. Without thinking, Samus called out the word she heard from her clone. “Help” She cried in Chozo speak.
*Warning! Bodily functions need attending!*
*Warning! Relieve yourself or your suit will assist you!* Adam announced again.
“HELP” Samus repeated the same foreign word from her adopted homeworld.
*Understood.* Adam answered back.
With what seemed to be no warning, the lighting of the ship dimmed. Samus worried she had been attacked at first, but no warning lights or sirens went off. Then- in her suit! She could feel it! Something moved! It moved and- “Ah!” She gasped in shock as something pressed against her sex. Lightning shot through and her heated skin suddenly turned to boiling blood.
“Adam!” Samus screamed into her helmet as her suit seemed to touch at her from all angles.
*Yes Samus?*
“What-” Samus yelped as the slithering something seemed to replicate and another tendril groped at her ass- it felt far better than it should. The sensation left Samus wishing to spread her legs, squat and bend over, to welcome- “What’s happening!”
*You gave the order for help soothing your ovulti cycle.* Adam returned in his same robotic tone, but to Samus it seemed to have an extra hint of attitude.
Samus’s breaths hastened and her heart raced faster. She felt like she was loosing control with every moment as tendrils of something caressed around the inside of her legs. Worst of all, they seemed to be deft at teasing, only occasionally flicking up to brush against the wet mess that was her sex. “My- what? You- I only said the word you translated to mean help!”
*Yes, it’s closest translation is help. However, in the context of the Chozo language, it is a term for help only used when one Chozo begs another for help with their mating cycle.*
“M- mating cycle! I- I’m human, we don’t have-”
*Samus Aran; genetic makeup: 67% sapien, 23% Chozo, 10% metroid- all with 5% variation from phazon corruption.*
“So- so what! I- I don’t even get mating cycles… I’m not- my body doesn’t even have the capability of-”
*Incorrect. Samus Aran’s genetic material has had the capability of carrying offspring as far back as systems have records.*
“A- Adam… what are you talking about! The Chozo removed my…” Samus flashed back to how the Chozo treated her, how understanding they were about her gender, how it didn’t match up with her body when she was young. She also remembered how their testing and preparation of her body for the valaria suit involved offering her the choice to be more herself.
*Chozo medical archives show removal and replacement with gender appropriate Chozo analogous organs. You are now ovulating and in need of release to ease your eggs -------------*
“No! No! That’s not possible!” Samus protested as she felt the tendrils wrap around her chest. It felt far better than it had any right to- having her breasts groped and squeezed. Forming a spiral, the tendrils wrapped around each of her breasts and slowly pressed and pulled at them. Samus moaned and fought to keep her mind straight as everything in the suit seemed to boil and drip with overwhelming sensation. “I’ve never- never had this happen before- I-”
*Data shows, Chozo only ovulate when in the presence of potential mates to prevent loss of unfertilized eggs.*
Samus sealed her eyes and tried to ignore as what felt like warm, wet mouths pressed to her nipples and began sucking softly from inside her zero suit. Samus screamed and cried, her knees gave in under the weight of her heavy suit and she fell down to the floor. Naturally, Samus found her body move… her hands hit the floor, her back arched. The suit seemed to aid and almost guide her into position- a position for mating. Something in Samus’s mind knew full well the purpose and how right it would feel to arch her ass up and present herself to be- “ADAM! Stop the suit!”
*Ignoring necessary bodily functions result in automated assistance.*
“Adam! I- stop- AHHH~” Samus screamed when she first felt the zero suit naturally part to welcome another tendril; a larger tendril, one angling to penetrate her. She screamed, both in fear and in flustered frustration; frustration with how desperately some partition of her needed it.
*Some bodily functions are imperative and can not be allowed to be ignored. Just like refusing to drink water, eat food, or relieve yourself, when you have gone too long, your suit will take care of the bodily function for you.*
“I- I-” Samus panted and struggled to keep her thoughts together as the wet, warm sensation strengthened at her nipples. She could feel it- the effect the suit’s ministrations had on her. Her sex dripped. Wetness trailed down the outside and the inside or her zero suit. It taunted her, the evidence of her desperation, of how right Adam was, how much she needed this. Samus had never much been one to care for herself like that. Water, food, bathrooms, air… all her other natural needs were either managed by her suit or simply something she used for fule nothing more. Pleasure… that was never something she had focused on. Sure, once or twice, Samus had found a pleasurably vibrating platform, or that one washer back at the federation that made her feel just right when she sat on it- Samus seemed to do laundry much more often back under the supervision of the federation.
Samus never saw much a point to pleasure, especially not while she was out on a mission. There was simply no drive, no need, no cause. But with her suit teasing her entrance, testing her slick heat, sucking and teasing at her aching breasts. Samus could even feel the suit tickling along her back, teasing her and fighting to elicit those soft cries of ecstasy from her.
*It is most advisable to relax. Simulated copulation will proceed with care. Begining slowly to ease your body into it, however tension will only make penetration less gratifying.* Adam droned in that oh so distant tone, like the robot wasn’t about to execute the function to have Samus’s suit force her to climax.
“F- fuck- h… help…” The words, half in english, half in Chozo left Samus’s lips in a whine. They slipped from her like a mistake, but there was no mistake. And it couldn’t have been a mistake as the suit obliged her plead to have her avian estrus cycle be saited. The suit doubled it’s efforts, the tendrils slipping around her waist and seeming to grab her tighter than her second skin of a zero suit had ever before. The sensation, the touch and constriction of what almost felt like arms or hands wrapping around her waist forced far too many immages through Samus’s mind. She tried to ignore it, but Samus couldn’t help but begin to fantasize about her, bare, stripped of not only her armor, but her zero suit. A being behind her, pushing her down, forcing her to bend over and bare herself; her intimacy, her sex, her need. The tentacles of the suit worked deftly to play out the physical sensation of Samus’s mental image. She gasped as her fantasies had her grabbed, directed; OWNED by strong, demanding hands on her hips. The hands of a domineering, strong, powerful, fertile Chozo human metroid hybrid corrupted with phazon.
At that, the suit finally relented and began to slip the mass inside her. Samus’s elbows gave out the moment her body first stretched to accommodate the intrusion. She cried out and fell down to her knees and elbows, forcing her into an even more open, bare, and defenseless position. After years and years of fighting, covering her every blind spot, submitting, opening herself up, accepting the intrusion to her most vulnerable spot… it made some corner of her scream in protest, but the rest of her needed the tendril; she needed it to fill her, to soothe the fires that twisted in her.
Broken, shattered, and every remnant of her pride seemingly ground to dust, Samus tried to push back. In her lowest moment, she tried to press her ass back and up, to force herself back onto the intrusion and to finally have he relief she needed so horribly. She tried, and it did nothing. Again, she bucked back, she even cried a little avian coo she had once seen the Chozo offer to eachother before they disappeared into their nests for the night. When Samus was young, she had no comprehension as to what it meant, but now she knew for certain. It was just another way, in the Chozo language to beg to be fucked; to be filled with a mate’s length and feel her eggs fertilized. Did they get the same rush she did? Showing her desperation? Did it sicken them the same way it sickened her to cast aside her pride? Did that too feed into the desperation?
Whatever those answers might have been, nothing Samus could do, no matter how she rolled her hips or tried to buck back, there was no change to any of the touch at her body; any of the tantalizing, maddening touch. No, her suit was perfectly formed to her body. The zero suit acted as a second skin, and that interfaced directly with her armor. Of course she couldn’t buck back onto it, all that did was move the tendril with her, not inside.
Eyes half lidded and heavy, Samus found a foreign and familiar churtle bustling in her throat, a sound she oft heard coming from her foster parent’s nests.
*Warning. Chozo mating ritual tradition requires slow teasing at the female’s cloaca to ensure the male’s hemipenis does not harm her upon dual entry.*
Holy fuck- of all the stars in the fucking skies… the Chozo had two- Samus flicked her eyes up the the scan of her clone and damn she could see it, the second of the protrusions sprouting from the copy’s crotch and pressed against her suit. Chozo had two- they had two and Samus would do anything to be filled to the brim with them both. At that, as if sensing her need, the tentacle the suit had grabbing at her back side teased at Samus’s entrance with the original. Samus pounded her arm cannon into the ground with frustration as the suit seemed to grow rougher with her, groping harder and all but abusing her all so willing body.
Samus needed all of it. She could feel her body burning, reminding her of her fertility. She knew how bad it was, how desperate she had become, and the world, even her suit seemed to be in on decimating her for it.
Things continued like that, till Samus couldn’t even manage to stay up on her knees and elbows. She first collapsed to the ground when the first tentacle slipped inside her completely. She tried to fight her way up, to salvage some fraction of her dignity, but that all went to shit when the second slipped in and a seperate tentacle tickled at her neck. As the two tentacles seamlessly slipped in and out of her, the tentacle tickled all along her neck and shoulder. It took Samus quite a while to realize what it was doing… it was preening her. She had no feathers like the rest of the Chozo, but the sensation still called to her, resonated with some vestigial corner of what had once been suppressed genetic code. That code, much like the metroid dna before it, woke; galvanized when put under the right conditions.
The two phalluses assaulted her. Their slim tips graced against her cervix; taunted her body. She had already climaxed what flet like a dozen times when it came to a close. She had already climaxed so many times, and yet, when the suit’s simulated semen shot into her; when the fluids released just against her cervix and filled her womb, Samus’s body wracked and writhed with too much sensation. She passed out there on the floor of her ship not long after, breathless, broken, and satiated.
Satiated… for a time at least.
End of Chapter 2
