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July Story - Metroid: The Biggest Bounty (Chapter 2)
🕑 Added 2022-08-17 17:49:15 +0000 UTCSamus rarely had time alone. When she did, a little bit of an existential crisis hit her. She spent a majority of her life facing off space pirates and rival bounty hunters and making a name of herself across the galaxy. When was the last time she sat and simply lived? She seldom used her apartment on Earth. She wouldn’t be surprised if it had been sold already.
The trip back to the client’s coordinates was still a week away. Samus surmised it must be an undisclosed space station, being that there was no planet there. This was one of the longest trips she had taken for one of the shortest hunts ever. What in blazes was she going to do with her time?
She wished SR29008 had put up a fight. Instead, it lounged around the stockade with its dick out, desperately wanting to stick it into something. It moaned and whined and cooed like some kind of cat. There had been no excitement, or glory, in this hunt. And that left her deeply dissatisfied and in need of something to do.
Well, a week’s worth of unwinding wouldn’t be so bad.
Samus decided to relax, for once. She retreated to the bathroom and took a warm bubble bath. She stretched out her legs and sighed, embracing the warmth. After that, she read leisurely. When her neck went stiff and she needed to stretch, she jogged on the treadmill and did some burpees. After that, she made herself a hefty lunch of chicken and rice.
What felt like forever was only just three hours.
“Dammit,” Samus murmured, staring at the clock ticking by in her navigation computer.
She wanted to go home. She never thought she’d think that. She was always out and about. The sedentary life scared her. But maybe taking these different sorts of bounties would teach her to embrace the little things. She did miss the view of the city from her apartment, and the nightlife of the city. When was the last time she got drunk? Not tipsy, but genuinely filthy-stinking drunk, the kind of drunk that had her murmuring nonsense and giggling as she saw double; the kind of drunk that required people to carry her home. She had a few fun times but compared to most people they were few. She couldn’t even remember the last time she got laid. Men were awful after all, even when she did have some fun. The only orgasm she got was from masturbating.
The fact that she couldn’t remember told her that she desperately needed some R&R. the problem was men hardly satisfied her. She had her stint with women, but she liked dick too much to really consider herself lesbian. Men were quick to fall for her. They said the usual things, how she was “really fit for a woman” or “not like other women”. She would practically break their arms when she started dating, but then realized that she wouldn’t get any fun if she kept getting angry. She had to swallow her pride sometimes, roll her eyes, and go with it. Some dick was better than no dick, even if the men were insufferable idiots.
Samus checked the security camera in the stockade. The creature was still whining and banged its cock against the door.
A fleeting thought passed her mind.
“Ew no,” she muttered to herself, turning off the screen.
She returned to her room and focused on other leisure activities to pass the time.
#
On the second day, Samus succumbed to pleasuring herself with her dildo. It took her years to build the courage to buy one at the local adult store. She didn’t want to be caught dead shopping there. It felt embarrassing and demeaning. But she finally did after going incognito wearing shades and a large coat.
She hated feeling like the only real orgasms she got were from touching herself or from this synthetic piece of plastic. There was that added human intimacy she craved. Feeling someone’s arms around her. Feeling flesh on flesh in its naked glory.
Samus sat at the cockpit monitoring the trip for some time. Without realizing it, she had been checking the security camera footage again of SR29008 in the stockade. Without thinking, she reached down and started touching herself.
She stopped once she realized what she was doing, as if she had touched the lid of a hot pot.
“Fuck,” she muttered.
She was getting desperate.
She stared at the footage of the large, throbbing alien cock.
She got up and headed for the liquor cabinet.
“Alright. If I’m gonna do this, I need to be shitfaced.”
#
Four beers, two shots of Geemer Juice, and one glass of the strongest Zebesian wine later, Samus staggered naked into the stockade. It took her a lot more than that to pass out. She was “comfortably” drunk. Not so drunk that she couldn’t make heads or tails of what was going on, but drunk enough that her inhibitions were lifted, her cheeks were flushed, and she had some trouble walking straight.
“Alright,” she spat at SR29008. She let out a deep, guttural belch. “Let’s do this thing. You horny? I’m horny too. I don’t know if you’re gonna kill me but the moment I feel something that shouldn’t be happening…” she raised her stun gun “you’re going down.”
The metroid seemed receptive to her presence and understood. It walked over to her and reached out with its many tentacles and slowly embraced her from the legs up. She shivered for a moment, but then relaxed.
“Feels weird but…kinda like it.”
SR29008’s joints then cracked. It made Samus jump and frightened her for a moment, but then she realized that the creature was not hunched after all. It was stretching itself out to its full form, almost as tall as her. It became more like a massive bear-shape. Its cock was still hung high like nobody’s business.
“W-what are you doing?”
The creature had some sense of “foreplay”. Instead of sticking it directly into her, it began caressing her all over her erogenous zones with its tentacles. It gently laid her down and continued pleasing her. It stroked her thighs, arms, and massaged her head.
“Mmmmmm,” she murmured, “fuck that feels good…”
A part of her was still tense, but the longer the metroid massaged her, the more relaxed she became, until finally she went limp and sighed aloud. She could have fallen asleep.
Then she heard a slopping noise. She looked down and saw that the creature’s foreskin had pulled back, revealing its bright pinkish fleshy cock again.
“O-oh my…” Samus said.
She wasn’t sure how this was going to work. The cock was probably ten times larger than any human being. With its tentacles, SR29008 opened up Samus’s legs, leaving her wide and vulnerable. She blushed, becoming as wet as a dish rag as the seconds went by, anticipating what it would feel like. She started to tense up as she watched the massive cock approach her pussy.
Just then, the cock started to reform itself. Samus yelped as it entered her. It felt gooey at first, like wet clay. But then it started to become more solid as the cock wormed its way inside her.
Samus then yelled. It happened all at once – the most amazing sensation shot through her entire body. It was “the perfect fit”. She realized that SR29008’s cock was able to reform and reshape itself to fit her pussy, and it was able to fit in precisely the right size for her – no more and no less.
That also meant that the movements were perfect. SR29008 raised her from the floor and fucked her repeatedly. It supported her with its tentacles, and her face was now beet-red from the intoxicating pleasure. She rode “on top” the creature, its cock rhythmically motioning her up and down.
“Fffffffffffffffuck!”
SR29008 embraced her with its tentacles, and she felt nice and tight in its arms as it fucked her as hard and as fast as it could. She could hardly utter a word now, frozen in mindless pleasure. She yelped and squealed so loud that the voice recognition back in her cockpit picked up her voice all the way from across the hall.
She couldn’t believe it – she was already going to cum.
“YES! YES! YES! YES!”
That was it – the best orgasm she ever had in her life. Her eyes rolled up and her tongue lolled. The best part was that, somehow, the creature knew how to slow down and continued fucking her at a pace that didn’t overwhelm her. It let her ride the orgasm all the way through without the slightest interruption.
It placed her gently on the floor again and towered over her missionary style. She convulsed and had a need to grip onto something, so the creature embraced her, and she held onto its tight fleshy tentacles.
“Ohhhhhhh maaaaaan!” she moaned. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!”
She had more in her. The whole experience was like satisfying every ounce of sexual frustration that had built up for the past year and more, like some sort of “detox” of sexual energy. She came a second time, a third, and even a fourth. Unheard of before. Unimaginable. The fourth orgasm was the smallest one, but it still felt amazing to shake it off.
At last, SR29008 came. Samus felt a hot, warm liquid fill her up. She giggled since it tingled. She didn’t even consider or plan for the possibilities of the alien cumming inside of her, but she didn’t care. She was floating in the heavens riding the orgasm.
It hummed, pleased. Its massive cock finally retreated back into its foreskin and retracted into its body. Its tall frame lowered, and it became hunched again. Its red eyes looked at her, and then slowly turned back to purple. It didn’t have any eyebrows, but Samus could somehow tell that it too was expressing satisfaction, especially with subsequent hums and murmurs.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, still on the floor. She shivered for a moment against the cold hard floor, but the creature was kind enough to embrace her again and act almost like a blanket.
“Wow,” she said, closing her eyes and drifting off into sleep.
