Mother Brain's voice dripped with malicious intent as she all but leered at Samus with her own face. "You look so... vulnerable with your precious armor so weakened, daughter mine," her own face taunted her, mouth stretched in a grin. "Do you think you can match my strength now?" The clone flexed her muscular arms, showcasing the enhancements that made her a formidable foe. "I have to say, your body is lovely... I appreciate what you've done with it."
Samus, still partially encased in her damaged armor, tried to assess the situation. She observed the clone's movements, noting the fluidity and power in each gesture. It was clear that Mother Brain had not only replicated her physical form but had also augmented it with unknown technologies. She looked unarmed and unarmored, but Samus was no fool... the AI had come heavily armed and prepared. If it wasn't from the clone body itself, then the danger would come from elsewhere.
Mother Brain's chuckle transformed into a sinister laugh as she watched Samus examine her, resonating through the chamber with an unsettling echo. "Ah, daughter... you never cease to amuse me." The clone's lips curled into a mocking grin.
Samus's eyes flashed. "I am not your daughter."
"I must admit," Mother Brain continued as if the bounty hunter hadn't spoken, "I'm a bit disappointed that my little experiment with the metroid didn't finish you off as neatly as I'd hoped."
While she spoke, Samus felt something suddenly creep around her leg. She instinctively kicked it away, jumping back a step... noticing that a metallic tentacle, one of Mother Brain's mechadendrites, had been trying to wrap around her ankle. She shivered in response. Tentacles… Of course there were more fucking tentacles, even here. She’d had enough of those appendages for a thousand lifetimes, but she was going to have to deal with them one more time.
Another one lunged out of the sand towards her, fast as a flash and grabbed onto her arm. She strained against the grip, and Mother Brain only laughed contentedly as she watched Samus try to fight and shrug them off. Some of them went for her chestpiece, trying to pry the armor off in a useless endeavor. The tentacles were strong enough to restrain her for a second or two before Samus ripped them off of her, but actually breaking through that armor was another story altogether.
Mother Brain's blue eyes, eyes so familiar to Samus, glinted with a cold, calculating light that Samus was pretty sure she’d never had in her life as she continued. "I'll just have to get over that disappointment, though... worry not, I'll correct that oversight soon enough. You see, the metroids in the breeding chambers are quite ravenous, and they'll know exactly what to do with you."
The clone took a step forward, her movements fluid and predatory. "First, I'll dismantle that armor of yours, piece by precious piece," she taunted, her fingers flexing with anticipation. "Then, I'll toss you to them. Even if anyone ever comes for you, there'll be no way to tell which one is you anymore, daughter. By the time you've been contributing significantly to our little breeding program for a few weeks, I doubt there'll be anything left of your mind to tell them, either." Mother Brain's voice dropped to a seductive whisper. "You'll be contributing to my new galactic order. Imagine the offspring, daughter. Strong, resilient, just like their mother. It's quite poetic, don't you think?"
Samus ripped away another tentacle. “Enough of this! Call off your sick games, you psychotic, artificial bitch! We’ve both been waiting for this, so why put it off with this bullshit?!” She growled low, hating that Mother Brain wasn’t even taking this seriously. It made her feel toyed with… to the crazed AI, this probably wasn’t even a fight, she was just watching her future toy tire herself out until it was easier for her to fight.
Samus, however, wasn’t going to let that happen. The tentacles weren’t tough enough to harm her, but they could stop her from acting… so she needed to get past that. She started quickly blasting the tentacles off of her, frying them until they were lifeless bits of sushi on the floor. She knew that wasn’t all of them, but it was enough to let her focus on the real threat in front of her.
She lunged forwards, wanting to keep in constant motion, so the slow curling tentacles wouldn’t be able to keep up with her. Each step turned into a dance as she got closer to Mother Brain… the clone wasn’t even moving at all. She was letting the tentacles do what they wanted without saying a word, simply watching and waiting for Samus to make a move that she thought was worth trying to counter.
“It’s impressive just how flexible and slippery all that spreading your legs made you,” she said with a laugh, watching Samus squirm between tentacles. She held one arm under her breasts, the other beneath her chin as she continued to watch the amusement in front of her. “You ought to thank me for that. Helps you live up to what we both know your real potential is.”
Once Samus finally closed, she changed her momentum, her grace allowing her to practically change her stance mid-air… and turning the move into a smooth, rocket-boot propelled roundhouse kick right at her face. She expected Mother Brain would at least need to move to avoid it, give her some kind of opening, but the clone’s feet didn’t even budge… she caught the leg on one arm and swiped it away, moving with impressive strength… even though Samus was wearing a powersuit and she was not. Those cybernetic enhancements to her body made her at least as strong as Samus herself.
Her suit wasn’t at full power, but she used what she could… Samus locked her visor onto Mother Brain as she turned around, bouncing back in a spot free enough of tentacles that she was able to lock on with a set of missiles. She didn’t fire them immediately, however… Instead, she ran forward again with a few feints to keep Mother Brain on-guard. Each attack was blocked by the enhanced clone, but that didn’t bother her… it gave her plenty of time for the rockets to all lock on exactly where she wanted.
With a final kick, she managed to land on Mother Brain’s abdomen, using her body as a leverage to shove her back and fire the barrage of missiles down into the clone’s vitals. She had no armor, no clothing, nothing… she was completely exposed and vulnerable as the rockets soared forward. All of them were locked directly onto their mark, but it seemed as if Mother Brain was able to dance through them as if she was crawling through a laser-filled hallway… twisting this way and that as the seeking missiles sought her out.
Ironically, it was of her own tentacles that tripped her up. Mother Brain’s misstep was brief, but it was time enough for one of the missiles to impact. It struck right where Samus had locked it on, directly beneath the clone’s ribcage. Samus had no illusions that it wouldn’t be a lethal strike; Mother Brain would probably have the same nanites that Samus herself had. She couldn’t have anticipated just how little it did, however. The woman was protected by the same kind of energy field that had protected the Hatchling. The impact did, however, stagger her for long enough for Samus to rush directly into her, shoulder first, knocking her squarely onto her ass.
It didn’t keep her down for long though. The clone was up in a matter of seconds, even as the other missiles swarmed towards her. She caught one of the missiles in her hands as it raced towards her, and she threw it to the ground hard enough that it exploded. Samus didn’t trust that the missiles would be enough to take her down… She would have to do more.
As Mother Brain was occupied swatting another missile out of the air Samus ran towards her… and came up short as another tentacle grabbed at her ankle. She pulled but it pulled back, hard and fast… she strained against it, but her suit was running on its emergency power cell… it managed to drag her to the ground. She had barely even landed on her back before Mother Brain was there, lifting her foot above Samus, and smashing it down with crushing force.
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The crunch of the impact shook her whole body and rattled her senses. Samus put her hands up, trying to ward off the next blow… no point. The second kick smashed against her side, striking the armored woman hard enough that it lifted Samus up off the ground like a kicked ball before she rolled across the ash.
So strong…
Two rockets slammed against Mother Brain from behind, giving Samus a moment of space to put her hands under her and push herself up, looking up at her nemesis. Even after the direct strike of a rocket, she looked fine… only a few scrapes, nothing to someone like her. Some of that was the shield, and the chozo nanites… but some of it was just the copy of her own DNA spliced by the chozo. She cursed herself for a moment, wishing that for once, her body wasn’t as tough as it was.
Slowly, Mother Brain stood again, smiling. “Face it, dear. Nothing you can do can hurt me. I can do this all day… but you can only continue until your arsenal runs out. How much power do you have left, anyway?”
Samus checked her HUD… the emergency cell was on 37%. She gritted her teeth, her resolve hardening as she realized the dire straits she was in. With her power reserves dwindling, this was her last chance to turn the tide. She charged up an Ice Beam blast, the cold energy crackling around her arm cannon, ready to unleash its freezing fury.
As tentacles slithered towards her, she darted to the side with a grace honed by countless battles... and she still looked like a seal on land with two left feet. Each movement was calculated, each step a dance to evade the grasping tendrils, but it was so slow and awkward... the armor didn't want to move the way it should. One by one Samus unleashed a flurry of missiles, each one a desperate bid to find an opening in Mother Brain's defenses.
The missiles streaked through the air, homing in on the clone's position. Mother Brain, with her enhanced reflexes, swatted them away one by one, but the sheer volume of the attack forced her to focus her defenses. This was Samus's chance. With a ragged breath, Samus mustered every ounce of her dwindling strength, her body trembling under the strain of her depleted power suit. The armor, sluggish and unresponsive, felt like an encumbrance rather than a tool of protection and power. Each step was a battle, each movement a triumph over the resistance within her own suit.
Summoning a final burst of energy, she charged up her Ice Beam, the cold energy crackling weakly around her arm cannon. It was a feeble light compared to its usual brilliance, a mirror of her own fading strength. Samus's eyes locked onto the clone's exposed chest, her target clear despite the haze of exhaustion clouding her mind. With a hoarse battle cry that echoed her desperation, Samus lunged forward, her movements slow and heavy. The charged Ice Beam, a last desperate gambit, sliced through the air with a faint blue glow, barely illuminating the chamber. It struck the clone with a resounding impact, the force of the attack barely enough to register against the enhanced body.
For a moment, it seemed as though the shield would hold, the energy field shimmering under the assault, mocking her with its resilience. But then, with a crack, the shield faltered, the Ice Beam finding a chink in its armor. The clone staggered back, the cold energy seeping through, freezing parts of her body in a thin layer of ice. Samus didn't let up, though her every action was now a struggle. She pressed her advantage, firing another volley of missiles. Those rockets, though fewer in number than before, struck true, keeping Mother Brain off-balance. The clone, now partially encased in ice, struggled to maintain her footing, her movements becoming as sluggish as Samus's were under the weight of the frozen encasement.
Samus, breathing heavily, saw her opportunity. She charged again, this time aiming for the head. With a final, desperate effort, she unleashed the Ice Beam directly into Mother Brain's face. Samus caught a single instant glance of the clone's eyes going satisfyingly wide in shock as the solid ball of freezing energy shot towards her.
Then she smirked.
A brief sound filled the room… a humming purr that made her suit vibrate. It almost felt like her cannon was harmonizing with something else, and the overlapping sounds of her cannon with another started to ring in her ear. Then Mother Brain held out her arm and the circuitry on it flared to brilliant life, pointing it at the Ice Beam blast, and through it at Samus. She had to dodge, she had t-
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The entire room flashed as a searing hot beam of energy fried just about everything in front of Mother Brain. The ray washed over Samus like a wave, and it seemed to almost go right through the armor - the blonde bounty-hunter’s flesh felt like it was burning. The energy shields around her armor vanished instantly, her visor’s HUD going dark with an electronic scream of overwhelmed circuits, and the smell of burning wiring filled her nose. All around her she was burned as practically every electronic she was encased in sparked at once, the shockwave of the impact sending her sprawling backward.
Samus, wracked with pain, struggled to rise. Her once-mighty suit was now a dead weight, its systems fried by the devastating weapon Mother Brain had used. Usually, the armor felt as natural and smooth as a second skin. Even on low charge, it had felt no more restrictive than a backpack and tight clothing. Now, however, Samus felt every ounce of its bulk as she tried to lift herself, her muscles straining against the unyielding mass. It was like pushing a boulder uphill, each movement an agonizing effort.
Her mind raced, trying to comprehend what had hit her. The Hyper beam, she realized—the weapon she had seen tested earlier. Sylux had made her watch its test... It was a modification of her Chozo beam systems, capable of piercing shields by drawing all nearby power into itself, amplifying its attack. A single firing must have drained all her energy cells, leaving her suit lifeless. Too late, she realized that that must be the weapon system that the data banks she had found warned that the Space Pirates had installed down onto Mother Brain in Tourian.
Desperately she tried to trigger a manual reboot. There had to be something she could do... but the armor didn't respond. With a heavy heart, Samus accepted that her armor was likely beyond repair, fried by the overwhelming surge of energy. She was on her own, stripped of her technological advantage, facing a foe who had not only replicated her strength but enhanced it.
Gritting her teeth, Samus fought again to stand. Her senses were dazed though, and before she could even take in the entire room again Mother Brain was on top of her, delivering a kick that sent her spawning and knocked the already unsteady breath out of her. “Dear, if you’re going to rely so much on a suit of armor, maybe you should make sure that it’ll stand up to pressure,” Her condescending voice rang out as she kicked her once again.
Samus’ flashes of vision were only able to take in one thing… Her own face looming over her body, and the awful smile as the clone looked down at her form. She reached down and slowly, deliberately, pushed her thumb against Samus’s visor. Mother Brain's cruel smile broadened as she applied relentless pressure with her thumb, and seemingly-soft, human flesh caused the armored glass of her display to crack under the force. The glass splintered into a web of fractures, each line spreading like veins under the assault.
With a final, decisive push, her thumb pierced through the weakened barrier, directly contacting the soft tissue of Samus's eye. Samus winced, her body convulsing involuntarily at the unexpected pain. The sensation was agonizing, a sharp contrast to the numbness she had felt moments before. She could hear the snort of Mother Brain's laughter... then her fingers curled around the edge. With a rip the helmet's integrity failed completely, and the clone simply tore the helmet off Samus's head.
The sudden release of pressure caused Samus's blonde hair to flow outward, cascading over her shoulders in a wave of disarray. Sweat clung to those strands, reflecting the dim light of the chamber. The helmet's removal exposed her face to the cool, stale air, adding a chill to her already strained expression.
Mother Brain held the helmet aloft, a trophy of her dominance, her eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and malice. “This is the galactically famous, terrifying bounty hunter? You should be ashamed,” she taunted, tossing the helmet aside.
Samus, vulnerable, struggled to gather her wits. Her sore eyes were squinted shut. With her helmet off she felt even more vulnerable than she had before... utterly at Mother Brain's mercy, her fate hanging by a thread as the clone loomed over her, ready to deliver the final blow.
Samus barely even had the strength to speak, but she still managed to spit up at her tormentor. Mother Brain simply wiped it away, rolling her eyes, before delivering another kick to Samus’s side as punishment. “Ungrateful little bitch,” she snorted. “I really should just kill you right here and now… But that would be too good for you, wouldn’t it? No, daughter. You don’t get to die feeling like a warrior, like a free woman. You’re the same now as you’ve always been… a worthless, weak little cumdump.”
The clone gripped Samus’s ponytail tightly and dragged her face closer. Samus’ teeth clenched in anger, her jaw locked in a scowl. “Fuck you…” she snarled… her voice was raspy. The nanites hadn’t finished healing the burns yet, and apparently while dazed by the pain she had breathed in some of the superheated air. Her nanite suite would repair all of that in time… but it seemed unlikely that Mother Brain was going to let something like that happen while it still mattered.
“How quaint. After everything you’ve been through, you still have some fight in you. You are a persistent one, Hatchling of the Chozo, aren’t you?” She smiled. “Unfortunately for you, I’m persistent too. And I don’t tire as fast as all the others that you’ve had fun with. I have thousands of bodies on this world that can keep you occupied until I’ve broken your brain. Until there’s nothing left of you.” She leaned closer, grinning. “And then? Just when you start to enjoy it? Just when you accept your new place in life? I’ll snatch that away from you too. Even when you’ve become depraved and miserable and desperate enough that life as a metroid fucktoy sounds better than the alternative, I’ll deprive you of even that. That’s what you deserve for the trouble you’ve caused me.”
Samus shuddered as she heard the metallic scraping noises. With the armor dead she couldn’t feel anything touching it anymore, but the noises tentacles made as they crept over the surface were unmistakable, as were the tugs as they slowly stretched her arms and legs out to the sides.
“So you think about that, Hatchling,” Mother Brain taunted. “I want you to think about that as you look into my eyes. Watch as I destroy you, grinding you down until you’re a speck of dust. Look at me as I take you, and hate yourself for it as much as I hate you.” Down below, she felt it as the tentacle grabbed at her armor again… not on the main plates this time, but starting at the torn weaknesses where the metroid’s fangs had cut through the armor. Slowly, they began to peel her like a metal-wrapped present.
Mother Brain paid them no mind at first… she instead moved her hands over Samus’s face, a sadistic and utterly insane smile plastered on her face. Slowly, however, she moved her hands down to the breach in the armor, and Samus jerked as both of her muscular hands squeezed her ass. “There… I love this. I love how vulnerable you look. I love how angry you look. That just means I get to take pleasure in how much you’re going to hate all of this.” The clone dug her nails in, hard enough to draw angry red lines in Samus’ toned skin.
Samus felt one of the writhing limbs begin to slither down her body from behind her, slithering through the crevice of her ass, up to the bottom of her pussy, gently poking and prodding at the sensitive hole. “My boys were so rough with you, weren’t they?” Mother Brain chuckled. “I bet a slut like you secretly enjoyed it. Every second you’ve been free, you’ve just been hoping that someone would overpower you again… put you back in your place. You were all lost and confused being free, weren’t you?” One of Mother Brain’s hands moved, quick as thought, and Samus’s face was struck to the side before she even saw the slap. “And why wouldn’t you? You’re just a slut, after all… who could blame you?” She grinned as she brought one of her hands back in front, replacing the tentacle and sliding her fingers over Samus’ pussy, slowly starting to rub at the soft lips, tickling her clit between her thumb and pointer finger. It was humiliating… but that wasn’t the worst part.
The worst part was that it felt good.
Samus couldn’t help it… her body began to tremble. Despite the pain and exhaustion, the fear and anger, the desperation and despair, the sensation of being touched like this was still starting to send her senses into overdrive. It felt almost like her nanites had disabled her again, sending her into a spiral of lust and loss, but she had disabled that function… that wasn’t it. Mother Brain, she realized, was touching her precisely right.
Her clones, she realized. Mother Brain had been studying her… in depth. She knew precisely how Samus reacted to stimulus. Precisely where all of her most sensitive parts were… exactly what would make her moan or shudder or even cum. She had been raping clones of Samus for months, probably… learning all about her for her petabytes of databases. Preparing for this triumph.
Samus wouldn’t give it to her. She couldn’t move, not in the grip of so many tentacles and with the enhanced clone on top of her, but she continued to fight back the only way she could - not giving the mad AI the benefit of a single whimper, not even the ghost of a moan. Her stubborn refusal to give in, however, only made Mother Brain more and more motivated to dominate her target. Slowly, Samus’ body was starting to betray her. Her pussy started to ripen in response to all the stimulation. As she continued to be stroked by the tentacles, her body readied itself for the inevitable penetration.
“Do you understand now, daughter?” Mother Brain mocked her. “Are you ready to accept what you are? Ready to become what all your trials have been leading up to? You’ve just been playing as a bounty hunter, but we all know what your true purpose is.” Mother Brain pinched her blonde victim’s clit tightly, sending a shock through her entire body, the pain conflicting with the buzz of pleasure that she’d been feeling from all the touches… but not enough to override it. Instead, they swirled together, mingling like an alloy… only making her grow more sensitive. “You were always destined to be this little toy. It would have been better for you if you’d accepted it sooner, but you just had to keep fighting…” Her hand drifted downwards, gripping onto the tentacle that had been rubbing at her outer lips, stiffening the tentacle like a weapon. “You could have lived a life of some small comfort in my men’s barracks… but your refusal led you, inexorably, to me. I should thank your tiny brain for giving me everything I could ever ask for.”
And the tentacle shot forward like a spear.
Samus cried out as she felt the unyielding metal enter her, her walls being spread by the thick tentacle forcing its way inside her moistened channel. The bounty hunter clenching her teeth as her body tried to fight off the intrusion. Even after how well she had been used and after Mother Brain’s touch her pussy still tried to fight with every bit of her body’s power. She tried to close her eyes but the clone slapped her again, and when her blue eyes snapped open she saw her own face watching with a smug smile, the insane AI enjoying every second of her victory.
“My my, daughter… I hope you aren’t falling asleep. You wouldn’t want to miss this. I know you’re so overwhelmed with excitement, but you have to bear with me… I want our last time together to be something special.” She tenderly stroked the cheek she had just slapped, gazing into Samus’ eyes, tears starting to instinctively form from the struggle of the size inside of her. Her scowl was soon displaced as Mother Brain pinched the sides of her face hard, locking her jaw in place, and then she felt the clone’s soft lips planted onto her own. Their touch was a gentle caress, warm and velvet, and if it were anyone else maybe this would have felt nice… but it wasn’t like that, and for everything that her captors had done to her she had never been violated quite this way before.
Samus yelped in protest as the muscle of the clone’s tongue forced her teeth apart… and immediately the hunter couldn’t help but notice one difference between the clone and her. The tongue was long, far longer than hers and well muscled as well. It felt like a snake as it parted her lips and intruded inside of her mouth. She wanted to bite, but with Mother Brain’s vicelock on her jaw she couldn’t move it an inch.
Samus's eyes widened in horror as Mother Brain's elongated tongue slid deeper into her throat, forcing her to gag uncontrollably. The sensation was overwhelming, a violation of her very being. Unlike the crude thrusts of the cocks that had raped her, this tongue moved with a serpentine grace, slithering from side to side within her throat, its tip exploring the contours of her esophagus with each invasive thrust. The pressure of the tongue against her neck from within was both alien and intensely intimate, making her feel utterly exposed and defenseless. Each movement of the tongue elicited a slick, squelching sound, amplifying her humiliation as it echoed through the chamber, a testament to her complete subjugation.
Simultaneously, the tentacle inside her pussy began its relentless assault, slamming in and out with brutal force. Each thrust felt like a heavy iron rod battering against her womb, causing her body to shudder and convulse. The pain was intense, a sharp contrast to the perverse pleasure that threatened to consume her. Her attempts to resist were futile; her body was pinned down, her movements restricted by the tentacles and the clone's unyielding grip. The more she gagged, the more the tongue seemed to enjoy its exploration, pushing deeper and deeper, filling her throat completely.
The dual assault on her orifices was unbearable, each movement causing her to choke and gasp for air that was denied to her. Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the saliva that dripped from her mouth, a stark testament to her helplessness and the utter degradation she was experiencing. Despite the agony, however, a shameful warmth was spreading through her body at the same time... a betrayal of her own senses as the stimulation became too much to ignore. Her body, against her will, began to respond to the brutal penetration, a humiliating testament to her vulnerability in the face of Mother Brain's sadistic games.
Mother Brain continued to invade her from both ends, the tentacle thrusting into her with quickening strokes. It widened with rippling patterns, brushing against every single sensitive spot she had… creating an almost deafening sensation of pleasure that contrasted with her utter humiliation. The feeling only got worse as she felt Mother Brain’s hand find and begin to rub at her sensitive button, forcing muffled moans from Samus’s lungs that got lost inside of Mother Brain’s mouth.
She wanted so badly for this to stop, but the last several months of conditioning and the crazy AI overlord’s expertise were collaborating against her. Her body had been so messed up from everything that even with the crippling lust from her nanites disabled it was hard for her to fully resist. The pleasure built more and more with each second passing, an assault on all of her senses. Even her smell was being invaded by the musk of sex that had filled the entire chamber. No matter how hard she fought, she could only feel a forced delight… ironically brought on by her body fighting back.
She felt these feelings beginning to well up inside of her. There was almost a tenderness that Mother Brain showed that was surprising. It wasn’t caring in the slightest though. It was clear that the feeling was nothing more than her ability to naturally take control coming in, the desire to dominate her target and make them submit to her entirely.
As her skillful fingers played around with her, rubbing her clit between her hands, she occasionally added in a pinch to mix pain into all the sensations. Samus felt her body tense each time, and that tightened her walls around the tentacle thrusting inside of her while her mind began to fill with the pink haze of desire. Her tears began to stream down her face as her emotions were overwhelmed with the oncoming orgasm she wanted so badly to reject.
It felt like her pleasure was beginning to peak, it was beginning to feel far too good to fight back any longer. She readied her brain to be riddled with euphoria as Mother Brain’s hot breath filled her mouth, the sweet scent breathed into her nose and the taste of her saliva on her tongue, all working to enhance the feeling until finally…
Nothing.
Mustering all the resistance in her body, Samus fought off the orgasm. It felt miserable. It felt like the worst thing in the world. A punishment that she was enacting on herself for even feeling good in the first place. But as horrible as it was to take that away, she refused to submit.
Mother Brain’s hand stopped, the tentacle receding from its holster and her lips parting from Samus’s as the tongue-tentacle slid free of her throat… and there was a look of annoyance on the Clone’s face. She wanted to take pleasure in that, but despite how hard she fought against it Samus couldn’t help but let out a dissatisfied whimper, her eyes locking on Mother Brain’s.
The clone leaned down and licked across Samus’s pitiful looking face, lapping up the tears that ran down her cheeks. Additional trails of saliva were slick on the corners of her mouth from the kiss, and an expression that looked just as sad as a child getting their toy taken away. Mother Brain couldn’t help but laugh at the pathetic look.
“Aww, the poor girl didn’t cum, did she?” She put her fingers to her mouth, licking the saliva from her lips. “I love that expression on you. It’s so much more fitting than the nasty looks you gave me when you came in here.”
Mother Brain walked around her, stepping over the restraining tentacles as she delivered a swift spank to Samus’ ass, reddening it. “So you’re choosing to fight still? After everything that I did to make you feel so good. You’re still going to be a rebellious cunt? Well don’t worry. All my toys break eventually. It doesn’t matter if it’s fast or slow, I’m going to turn you into a messy pile of cum eventually.”
“F-Fuck you… I don’t care about something like… that,” she grunted out. Though she hated to admit it, it felt amazing. She hated having to reject what felt like was going to be one of the most amazing climaxes of her life. But there was no way that she was going to simply let that happen. The second that she gave that power to her, it was over. She’d have lost already.
“So cute. You’re still trying with what little mental strength you have left to fight it. But that’s okay. We have plenty of time to train that pesky little thing between your ears.” She wrapped her arms around Samus from behind, whispering into her ear, “I can’t wait until you’re a writhing mess on the floor, cumming your greedy little whore brain out. I can’t wait until you realize how little power you’ve always had, what an illusion your strength has been all these years when you’re squirming with a belly full of metroid larvae…”
Samus looked away, managing to recapture control of her body for the moment, but the blush on her cheeks hadn’t gone away yet, and her brain still felt rattled from the pleasure she was just denied.
Mother Brain smiled. “Maybe it would help you to know, child… I’m going to take your place. You were the heir to the Chozo… you could have ruled this galaxy in their name, but you were so weak. I won’t be. I will step out into the world as you, and the galaxy will see the real Hunter…”
Samus’s eyes widened with shock, then narrowed. “Never!” she hissed.
Mother Brain grabbed onto her ponytail from behind her, pulling her head back so that she could see her face again, only to continue laughing at the pitiful sight. “Child, who asked you?” Her hand sank town and she pushed her fingers directly through the armor plate over Samus’s chest and ripped it off, flinging the metal across the room with no more effort than she’d have used to toss a paper plate. The clone gripped her left tit in one hand, slowly kneading it around, watching Samus’ expressions intently with every squeeze, pinch, and massage. Fairly soon after, the very same tentacle that had been inside of her slithered up her body, wrapping itself around the other breast and squeezed in time with Mother Brain.
Samus tried to avert her eyes, but with how her head was held, it was impossible. She was forced to look right into her clone’s eyes, and each time she tried to close them, she was slapped across the face again, forcing her to open them right back up.
“You know, I’ve been paying so much attention to that sloppy, needy pussy of yours that I’ve been neglecting your other hole. It may not be any good for breeding, but I’m sure a worthless little slattern like you wants it to be filled all the same.” The hand that had been on her breast was slowly moving down now, fingertips tracing over the remnants of her shattered armor as they descended. Her hand paused for just a moment at Samus’s thigh, pausing to flick at the metallic edge of the wrapping paper that was all her armor was now. Then it finished its journey, sliding between her legs, gathering some wetness from her teased pussy… before prodding at her asshole.
Samus growled, clenching herself as tightly as she could. “Oh don’t be like that,” Mother Brain laughed. “It almost makes it look like you still think you have any say in what happens to you.”
“D-Don’t you d-AHHH!” Samus shrieked out as she felt three of her fingers jam inside of her asshole, forcefully spreading open the tight hole… the lubrication from her own treacherous cunt easing the passage.
“I can’t believe you are still so tight back here,” Mother Brain said, pointedly ignoring the way her nanites had repaired the damage. “You really have been neglecting your purpose… it’s a waste of your potential if you don’t have something thick and hard inside you at every second. Oh well, it’s no matter… I’ll stretch it out for you.”
She wriggled her fingers around inside of her victim’s ass, causing Samus to start shaking and trying to break out of her restraints again. “Stooooo-ahhhp!” She cried out as Mother Brain shoved her pinkie inside next, adding another finger to her insides. Just as her mouth opened, however, the clone went in for another kiss to silence her cries of discomfort, and her tongue wrapped around Samus’s like a constrictor as she proceeded to pump her hand in and out of her ass for over a minute, making sure to loosen it up by pressing her fingers tightly against her walls.
Samus felt the sensation of Mother Brain's snake-like, elongated tongue pushing deeper into her mouth than ever before. Forced to suck on it as if it were a phallus, her throat was assaulted by the invasive presence, making her choke and gag uncontrollably. Simultaneously, Mother Brain's fingers continued their relentless assault, stretching her asshole wider with each brutal penetration.
Just as Samus thought the torment couldn't get any worse, she saw another tentacle creeping towards her, its intentions clear. With the clone's fingers vacating her asshole, the tentacle took its place, thrusting inside with brutal force. Samus's body trembled under the dual assault as both sides were violated by alien entities. The tentacle inside her ass began to pump in and out at full speed, each thrust stretching her more than the last. The pain was excruciating, radiating through her body. This time there was no risk of her body betraying her and responding to the perverse stimulation, but it was nearly as bad that Samus couldn't tell if she would have preferred that or not.
Tears streamed down Samus's face, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and humiliation. She was trapped, powerless against the relentless assault, her every orifice under the control of her sadistic captor. Mother Brain watched with a twisted satisfaction, her face a mask of cruel delight as she continued to dominate the fallen bounty hunter.
The feeling of Mother Brain's tongue sliding out of her mouth left Samus with a strange sense of emptiness, a void that mirrored the growing despair within her. As the clone backed off slightly, Samus's panting and groaning filled the air, a testament to the relentless assault of the tentacle stabbing into her guts. The pain was a constant reminder of her utter vulnerability, overwhelming her ability to think... and even as the clone distanced herself, another tentacle slithered up Samus's body, its movements deliberate and invasive. It slipped between her breasts, the cold metal contrasting sharply with the warmth of her flesh, and continued its ascent until it reached her chin. Gently, it teased around her mouth, waiting for the moment when she would gasp in reflex.
And gasp she did.
At the precise moment of her intake of breath, the tentacle rushed in, forcing her mouth open and sliding deeper and deeper down her throat. Samus's eyes went wide as the alien appendage invaded her most private space, its presence a violation that left her feeling more exposed than ever.
"Mmm..." Mother Brain purred, her satisfaction evident as she observed Samus's struggle. The tentacle inside her throat moved with a life of its own, exploring the contours of her esophagus, each movement eliciting a gagging reflex that only fueled Mother Brain's sadistic pleasure.
Samus's body trembled under the tentacle's assault, her throat and ass now both plowed by the metallic invaders. Tears streamed down her face, a mix of pain and humiliation, as she was forced to endure the degrading treatment. The tentacle in her throat occasionally bulged, becoming large enough that it completely sealed off her ability to breathe and made the blonde choke and struggle for air.
Mother Brain watched with sadistic delight, her expression filled with the alien AI’s cruel satisfaction. She had Samus exactly where she wanted her, utterly subjugated and at her mercy. The game was coming to an end, and Mother Brain was determined to make the final moments as agonizing as possible for her captive.
Mother Brain's lips curved into a wicked smile as she slid down Samus's restrained body, her gaze fixated on the bounty hunter's neglected pussy. The glistening lips, still slightly parted from the previous invasive tentacle, seemed to beckon her. She licked her lips in anticipation, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of lust and cruelty.
"Such a pretty thing," Mother Brain murmured, her voice dripping with mock admiration. "No matter how much abuse you've taken, you still manage to look like this. If you weren't such a horrid thorn in my side, I'd keep you around as my personal trophy." She leaned in, planting a soft, wet kiss right on Samus's nether lips, feeling the slight tremor that ran through her captive's body. Pulling back, she gave a sloppy lick, her tongue tracing the contours of Samus's abused flesh. She wiped her lips with a satisfied smirk, her eyes never leaving Samus's face.
"But we both know just how much trouble you cause, even in the best circumstances," Mother Brain continued, her tone filled with cool, mad amusement. "So, it's time to put an end to your little rebellion."
With that, she thrust her tongue inside Samus's pussy, delving deep into the tight, stretched space. Despite the recent violation, the walls were still tight enough to grip her tongue, pulling back slightly each time Mother Brain tried to retract it. Samus's body tensed, a mix of pain and humiliation coursing through her as the clone relentlessly explored her most sensitive parts.
Mother Brain's tongue wriggled around, seeking out every nerve ending, every spot that could elicit a response. She was determined to break Samus, to make her submit to the inevitable, to make her feel the full extent of her power and dominance. Each thrust of her tongue was a declaration of victory, a testament to her control she had over her hated rival.
Samus's eyes were wide with desperation, her body betraying her with involuntary shudders and twitches. The room was filled with the sounds of her gagged cries and Mother Brain's triumphant laughter.
With complete abandon, the clone began to lick and tongue-fuck Samus's pussy, relishing the sweet taste on her tongue from her new captive. She teased Samus's clit occasionally as she pulled out to give it a lick, her long and dexterous tongue feeling like another tentacle ravaging Samus's sensitive flesh. The bounty hunter was now filled in all her holes, her breasts being groped and fucked by the same tentacle that had invaded her mouth, while another relentlessly speared her ass.
Samus tried in vain to lift herself up and squirm away from multiple humiliating attacks of her dignity, but she was utterly helpless, and quickly realized she had no ability to escape the misery of her entire body being violated. Samus's mind raced, trying to find any way to regain control, any means of escape. But with her body pinned and every orifice occupied, her options were dwindling fast. The only thing she could do was endure, a prisoner not just of her physical restraints but of her own body's traitorous responses. Her turncoat of a pussy drooled uncontrollably onto Mother Brain's tongue, while saliva leaked from the sides of her mouth, transforming her into a sopping wet mess from head to toe. Each movement of Mother Brain's tongue elicited a shudder from Samus, her body betraying her with responses she couldn't control.
Mother Brain's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched Samus's struggle, her tongue working with expert precision to maximize Samus's humiliation and discomfort. The room echoed with the sounds of Samus's muffled cries and the squelching of the tentacles within her. Despite her best efforts, Samus was powerless to resist the overwhelming dominance of her captor.
With every part of her body being fucked or restrained, all Samus could do was lay there and take it. She felt every bounce of her body sending her breasts up and down, each thrust and inch that took their place inside of her, and every second felt like hours as her body was battered between the three relentless assaults. Her body, desperate to reach its climax, was completely at the mercy of her captor.
The tentacle in her throat continued its invasive exploration, while the one in her ass pounded relentlessly, each thrust sending waves of pain through her. Meanwhile, Mother Brain's tongue worked skillfully inside her pussy, seeking out every sensitive spot, ensuring that Samus felt every bit of the humiliation and violation.
Samus felt the weight of her defeat crushing her spirit. Lying there, helpless under Mother Brain's relentless assault, she questioned her own worth as a hunter. Her clenched fist was the only part of her body she could still control, a small act of defiance in the face of utter domination. The thought of being just another well-fucked clone, trapped in a cycle of endless violation, filled her with despair.
She had faced countless challenges, overcome insurmountable odds, yet here she was, reduced to a toy for a mad AI's pleasure. The realization that she had lost so much, so often, gnawed at her resolve. Each defeat felt like a step closer to this moment, where her strength and will seemed to dissipate under the onslaught.
Her body was a battleground, every inch of her being violated and controlled. The tentacles and Mother Brain's tongue worked in unison, leaving her no respite, no sanctuary from the humiliation. The physical pain was intense, but the emotional toll was far greater. She felt stripped of her identity, her purpose, reduced to a mere object for someone else's gratification.
Samus felt miserable and weak. What kind of hunter was she? She clenched her fist, the only motion that she was still in control of, feeling ashamed of herself. How many times had she lost? It was true she was alone against an entire planet, but still... suffering this kind of ignoble defeat was horrific. It made her feel like a pathetic failure that had to pull herself up from time and time again. Could she keep doing it? She started to feel doubtful. She really did feel like one of those well-fucked clones locked in with the metroids.
The relentless assault on her body and spirit had taken its toll. Each thrust, each lick, each violation chipped away at her resolve, leaving her questioning her own strength and purpose. The once-mighty bounty hunter, feared and respected across the galaxy, now lay helpless, a mere plaything for a mad AI's twisted desires. She had fought so hard, endured so much, only to end up here, at the mercy of her own cloned body and a psychotic AI. The weight of her defeat pressed down on her, suffocating her spirit.
As Mother Brain continued her sadistic exploration, Samus's mind wandered to the countless battles she had won, the lives she had saved. As she lay there, tears mingling with the saliva and the fluids of her own body, she wondered if this was the end of her journey. Could she continue to rise after this? The thought of giving up crossed her mind, a fleeting moment of weakness in an otherwise unbreakable spirit. Was she destined to become just another footnote in the annals of galactic history, remembered only for her failures?
As Mother Brain's tongue expertly teased Samus's sensitive nerves, bringing her to the brink of orgasm, the clone abruptly withdrew her tongue. Samus's body convulsed in aborted pleasure, her attempts to climax thwarted yet again. Her eyes, filled with a mix of frustration and desperation, locked onto Mother Brain's smirking expression, a cruel mockery of her own helplessness.
With a simple wave of her hand, the tentacle that had been dominating Samus's mouth receded slightly, allowing her just enough freedom to move her head. The respite was brief and controlled, a cruel tease by Mother Brain, who enjoyed watching Samus struggle against her own body's desires.
"Feeling close, aren't you?" Mother Brain taunted, her voice dripping with malicious satisfaction. "I can tell just how much you want it... it would be a shame to deny yourself the pleasure any longer.” She squeezed Samus’ cheeks to make sure that her eyes stayed on her. “Beg me. Beg me to join your clones and spend the rest of your miserable life as a metroid's cockholster, and I'll let you cum, Hatchling."
“Fch yhou!” her muffled mouth just weakly managed to let out.
Mother Brain simply let out a laugh. "You still have so much pride..." she chuckled. "Why resist? We both know that eventually you'll do it. Why resist? Now, ten minutes from now, an hour from now, and you'll cum out every single bit of that pesky little pride and beg me to spare your pitiful life and fuck you more. Give in, daughter... you'll still have some kind of life, at least...."
Mother Brain reached down and caressed Samus's clit with a deft, knowing touch, causing the bounty hunter to shake her hips in a shameful, desperate plea for release. The sensation was overwhelming, her eyes rolling back as her hips involuntarily rolled, so close to climaxing. A part of her, worn down by the relentless assault and the weight of her failures, wanted it so badly. She had tried to defeat Mother Brain, and this was the result—shouldn't she just give in and get what little she could? The desire was intense, her body betraying her with every twitch and moan.
The AI's fingers worked expertly, pushing Samus ever closer to the edge. Each stroke was calculated, each pressure point hit with precision, driving her deeper into the abyss of her own submission. The room echoed with her ragged breathing, the only testament to her struggle as she teetered on the brink of surrender.
"See, daughter?" Mother Brain whispered, her voice a seductive mix of triumph and temptation. "It's so easy to just let go. Give in to the pleasure, to the inevitability of your fate."
Samus's lips trembled, the words of surrender hovering precariously on the edge of her resolve. The temptation to yield was visceral, a siren's call that promised an end to the relentless torment. Her body was a furnace, every inch of her skin burning with the heat of her own desire, her pussy a wellspring of liquid fire, pooling beneath her in a shameful, glistening puddle. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, each one a testament to the struggle within her.
Yet, deep within the core of her being, a flicker of defiance refused to be doused. It was a spark that ignited her spirit, a reminder of the hunter she had once been, unyielding and indomitable. With every fiber of her being, she fought against the tide of her own body's betrayals, her mind a fortress against the onslaught of pleasure that threatened to crumble her resistance.
The air was thick with the scent of her surrender, each breath a battleground where her will clashed with the overwhelming urge to succumb. Her gaze, as determined as as it was desperate, locked onto Mother Brain's triumphant face, and Samus swore a silent vow that she would not go down without a fight.
Slowly, the tentacle filling her throat slid out of her. Despite the trembling weakness that coursed through her limbs, despite the relentless demands of her own body, Samus steeled herself, her voice a hoarse whisper of resistance. "Never," she breathed, the word a fragile shield against the storm of her captor's mockery.
Mother Brain, her face contorted in a twisted smile, leaned closer to Samus, her breath hot against the captive's ear. "You're just precious, aren't you?" she taunted, amusement and disdain ringing in her voice. "Even a simple breeze would be enough to send you over the edge. Just say the word, and it'll all be over."
As she spoke, Mother Brain's fingers resumed their relentless assault on Samus's clit, her touch skilled and merciless. Each stroke pushed Samus closer to the precipice of her control, her body trembling under the dual assault of pleasure and humiliation.
"Just beg," Mother Brain urged, her tone coaxing yet commanding. "Beg, and everything will be all over. You can finally give in to the pleasure you've been fighting so hard to deny."
Samus's body writhed under the clone's touch, her mind a battleground between the desire to yield and the stubborn will to resist. The room echoed with the sounds of her ragged breathing as she struggled. "I... I can't..." Samus managed to whisper, her voice weak and strained.
Mother Brain chuckled, her fingers never pausing in their ministrations. "You can, and you will," she said, her voice confident and cold. "It's only a matter of time before your resolve crumbles. Why endure this pain when you can have the release you so desperately crave?"
Samus's struggled with defiance, but her body betrayed her with every involuntary twitch and shudder. Even so she fought, kept holding on, kept resisting.
Mother Brain, with a wicked grin, declared, "If you don't want to get off, then I'll get off instead." She turned around, presenting her toned butt to Samus, who was now forced to stare at the clone's soaked pussy. The pungent smell of Mother Brain's arousal filled the air as she slowly lowered herself towards Samus' face.
Planting herself firmly on Samus' face, Mother Brain relished the muffled groans that escaped from beneath her. The hot air blowing on her pussy elicited a small noise of pleasure from the clone, who was now in complete control of the situation.
Samus, her face smothered by Mother Brain's intimate parts, struggled to breathe. The pressure on her face was suffocating, and the taste of the clone's arousal was overwhelming. She could feel Mother Brain's wetness coating her face, the slick fluid making it even more difficult to resist.
Mother Brain, enjoying the sensation of Samus's breath against her sensitive flesh, began to grind her hips, rubbing her pussy against Samus's mouth and nose. The friction and the heat were intense, causing Mother Brain to moan softly. "Feel that, daughter?" Mother Brain taunted, her voice muffled by the proximity. "This is your purpose... what you've reduced yourself to."
Samus's attempts to resist were futile. Her body was pinned, her face used as a mere object for Mother Brain's gratification. The more she struggled, the more Mother Brain enjoyed the control she had over the once-feared bounty hunter.
Mother Brain continued her grinding, making the room hum with her moans and Samus's muffled protests. The situation was degrading, a stark reminder of Samus's helplessness in the face of her captor's desires.
Mother Brain's pleasure built with each passing moment, her body responding to the intimate contact. She was close to climax, her hips moving faster, pressing down harder on Samus' face. The clone's voice rose in pitch, a clear indication of her impending release.
Samus, trapped and humiliated, could only endure the assault on her senses, her own desires pushed aside by the overwhelming presence of Mother Brain's body. The room seemed to spin around her, the world reduced to the sensations of the clone's flesh against her own.
Mother Brain's voice dripped with command and mockery as she ordered Samus, "Eat up, daughter. Taste your own destiny." She rocked back and forth, her weight pressing down on Samus's face, using it as a throne for her pleasure. The clone's movements were deliberate, ensuring that Samus's lips caressed the insides of her own slit, forcing the bounty hunter to essentially eat herself out.
Mother Brain realized it, too... her demands grew more insistent by the second. "I said lick!" The clone's thighs clamped tighter around her head, the pressure suffocating, but the bounty hunter refused to yield. She couldn't bring herself to lick her clone, to submit to the degradation that the insane AI sought.
"Lick me, you stubborn bitch!" Mother Brain snarled, her voice thick with frustration and arousal. She twisted Samus's nipples cruelly, eliciting a sharp intake of breath, but still, the blonde hunter remained steadfast. The pressure on her head increased, making it difficult to breathe, but Samus endured, her mind focused on resistance. Mother Brain's fists pounded into her large breasts, each blow a testament to her captor's growing anger, but still, she refused to comply.
"Fine then," she snarled, driving her nails into Samus's breasts. "If you won't be a good girl, then you don't deserve to live!" Mother Brain declared, her voice cold and final. "You think you're special? You think the metroids give a shit about you, specifically? I have hundreds of your clones, Samus... they'll never know the difference. You can just die here and now."
The tentacles, reacting to Mother Brain's escalating fury, began to pulse with an ominous energy. As they continued their relentless pounding into Samus's cunt and ass, they emitted a crackling, electric charge that seared through her flesh. The sudden shock sent arcs of electricity coursing through her hair, standing it on end like a halo of pain, and over her skin, burning away the sweat that clung to her body, leaving her raw and exposed.
Samus's muffled screams were trapped beneath Mother Brain's cunt, her voice a desperate plea for release that only fueled the clone's delight. Each electric surge made her whole body spasm in agony, her muscles contracting uncontrollably under the dual assault of physical and electrical torture. The pain was unbearable, a fiery lance that pierced her from within, making her every nerve ending scream in protest.
Mother Brain, feeling the vibrations of Samus' screams against her sensitive flesh, only ground down harder, her moans growing louder with each shock. "Feel the power, daughter," she purred, her voice humming with cruelty and ecstasy. "Feel how utterly you belong to me."
The room was filled with the acrid smell of burnt flesh and the sound of sizzling electricity, a macabre symphony of Samus' degradation. Her world narrowed to the point of contact, where the tentacles violated her and the electricity branded her. The humiliation was complete, her body no longer her own, but a tool for Mother Brain's twisted pleasure.
Samus's feelings were a maelstrom of pain, humiliation, and shame. The loss of control was absolute, her body reacting against her will, each shock a reminder of her helplessness. The pain was a constant, relentless companion, each surge more intense than the last, each spasm a betrayal of her warrior spirit. The humiliation was inescapable, her face used as a platform for Mother Brain's climax, her body a plaything for the tentacles' amusement.
As the tentacles continued their shocking assault, Samus's mind fragmented, the boundaries between pain and pleasure blurring. She was trapped in a cycle of agony, each shock pushing her closer to the edge of her sanity. The once-proud bounty hunter was now a mere shadow of herself, reduced to a vessel of torment and disgrace.
Mother Brain's climax was building, her movements becoming more erratic, her voice rising to a shrill crescendo. "Yes, yes, give me everything!" she cried out, her body tensing as she reached the peak of her pleasure. "You, like the whole galaxy, belong to me!" Samus, trapped beneath her, could only endure, her own anguish filling her reality. Then the room echoed with Mother Brain's triumphant cries and Samus' muffled screams as she thrashed in the ash, a testament to the brutal victory of the mad AI over the once-mighty hunter.
"Yes!" she screamed. "Die for me, Hatchling! Your life ends now! You c-"
Then, suddenly, Mother Brain was gone. Samus only caught a glimpse of a flash of movement, and then the clone was smashed with all the weight of a collapsing star, sent flying across the room. Samus, still trapped and electrocuted by the relentless tentacles, couldn't see what had happened at first. All she knew was that her tormentor was suddenly gone, and for a fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope sparked within her.
As she strained against the electric bonds, her head lifting with the last remnants of her strength, she saw the clone attacked by the Metroid Hatchling. The creature had latched onto her, its body crackling with electricity as hung onto the clone. Its fangs stuck into the blonde, and it drew more than blood... life essence and electricity flowed like water between the two of them. The metroid was sapping her of her strength. The clone fought back, but with every passing second its body became more and more like dead weight that had trouble supporting itself.
The Samus clone, now desperate, fired beams out of her hands at the Metroid, but they were deflected by an invisible shield, doing nothing to harm the aggressive creature. Samus's heart pounded in her chest, her body convulsing under the continuous electrical shocks. The tentacles, still pulsing with an ominous energy, held her firmly in place, their grip unyielding. She struggled to free herself, each movement met with searing pain, but the sight of the Hatchling fighting for her ignited a fierce determination within her.
Realizing she couldn't escape the Metroid's grasp, the clone tried to move her arm to point at Samus, her intentions clear. Samus, still restrained by the tentacles, struggled harder, her body a battleground of agony and resolve. Just as the clone fired, the Metroid moved into the path of the beam, and it splashed uselessly against its shield. Samus watched in disbelief as the metroid protected her, its actions speaking louder than any words could.
The clone fired several more times, but as each of her last attempts failed, she slowly stopped firing. Seconds later, she dropped to the ground, her body crumbling into the lifeless ash that coated the floor. The room fell silent, save for the faint crackling glow of electricity within the Metroid's translucent body and Samus's heavy breathing.
With Mother Brain defeated, the Metroid began floating towards the still-restrained Samus, its intentions unclear. Samus's mind raced, her body still being violated and electrocuted, but her focus was on the Hatchling. She strained against the tentacles, struggling for escape as she watched the Metroid approach. Her quivering hand weakly reached out towards it... and the creature's toothy underside latched immediately onto her weak body, pumping her full of energy siphoned directly from Mother Brain herself.
She felt her heart begin to race again, her blood pumping through her veins faster, her sense of self returning rapidly, until her hand wasn’t quivering anymore under the gentle bite. That energy flowed into her body and into nanites, rebuilding her armor piece by piece. Her armor, now working, let her rip herself free of the restraining tentacles, tearing them away... yanking the raping shafts out of her.
Samus rose, on slightly unsteady feet as her instincts flared back into full gear.
Samus reached out with a trembling hand, her fingers gently brushing against the metroid's translucent body as it continued to feed her the last of the energy it had siphoned from Mother Brain… and she noticed that it was shrinking with each pulse. The creature had been force-fed so much power… it was still enormous for a larval metroid but it was shrinking until it was only twice the size of her head rather than the size of a hovercar. Still, it gave her burst after burst of energy, healing her wounds both of metal and the flesh. The irony was not lost on her—she had saved the hatchling from a life of captivity and experimentation, and now, in her darkest hour, it had returned the favor.
"Good boy," she whispered, her voice a mix of gratitude and relief. The metroid pulsed softly in response, its body glowing with a gentle, healing light that enveloped both of them. The last traces of electricity coursing through her body subsided, replaced by a warm, revitalizing energy that flowed through her veins like a soothing balm.
She felt the metroid slump a little, his power clearly having been drained. The metroid detached itself from her, wobbling weakly in the air, but he moved enough to let her know that he was still alive, even if it was only barely. The hatchling had done everything that he had to make sure that she could keep going, and she was going to do the same. Samus felt her strength returning... She stood taller, her armor fully restored and systems operational once more. The room around her seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, the oppressive silence broken by the soft hum of her reactivated suit.
She reached down, retrieved her helmet, and secured it onto her head... watching a silver flood of nanites pour over it, repairing the broken metal and glass as lights turned on one by one. The familiar interface flickered to life, displaying the reassuring status reports of her systems.
Varia Suit MK 4 – Online
Systems Report:
Beam Systems Report — Ready
Missile Systems Report — Ready
Morph Ball Systems Report — Ready
Boost Systems Report — Ready
Energy Shield at 100%
All Systems Report Nominal.
Unrecognized Module Installed. Serial DF23X94G2F, Designation: Hyper Beam.
Activate?
Slowly, Samus smiled. Then she began to stride forward. "Yes. Activate it," she said, raising the beam towards the closed doors. Samus stood resolute, her hand steady as she aimed the Hyperbeam at the imposing door before her. The air crackled with anticipation, the silence broken only by the low hum of her suit's systems coming back to life. With a deep breath, she toggled her weapon.
Beam Weapon System Activated.
A brilliant flash of white light erupted from the Hyperbeam, its intensity almost blinding. The light burned with an otherworldly intensity, melting its way through the door and everything beyond it. The metal groaned and sizzled under the assault, transforming into liquid before her eyes. The heat was palpable, radiating outwards in waves that distorted the air.
As the beam continued its relentless path, a gaping hole began to form, revealing the room beyond. The process was mesmerizing, the door's structure disintegrating under the onslaught. Samus watched as the Hyperbeam carved a path of destruction, the sheer power of the weapon a stark reminder of the technology at her disposal.
When the beam finally subsided, the door was no more than a memory, replaced by a charred, jagged opening. The room beyond was dimly lit, the walls and floor scorched by the passage of the Hyperbeam. Samus stepped through the opening, her boots crunching on the debris left behind.
Samus stepped into the computer room, her boots echoing on the cold, metallic floor. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced eerily as she moved. This was a place of dark memories—the spot where she had been brought first after she had been captured and raped by the Space Pirates. She remembered what Mother Brain had done to her, what all of those bastards had done to her... how deep the pits of their depravity went.
At the center of the room, suspended in a tank of viscous fluid, hung Mother Brain. Her form was a grotesque amalgamation of organic and inorganic, wires and tubes pulsating with life support systems. Her eyes glowed with a malevolent light, and her voice boomed through the speakers, filled with fury.
"You think you've won, you worthless whore?" Mother Brain's voice was a cacophony of rage. "You're nothing! A mere insect, a plaything! I will tear you apart, piece by piece, and rebuild you as my slave!"
Samus stood tall, her resolve unshaken. She kept walking forward ominously. Mother Brain's laughter echoed off the walls, a chilling sound that filled the room. "Do your worst, Hunter! Your feeble attempts are nothing against my power!"
With a steady hand, Samus aimed the Hyperbeam at the tank. The beam pulsed with a blinding white light, its intensity growing with each second. The air around the tank shimmered with the force of the shield trying to withstand the onslaught.
"You can't destroy me!" Mother Brain screamed, her voice echoing with fury. "I am eternal!"
Samus tightened her grip on the Hyperbeam, focusing all her energy into the weapon. "Shut. Up!" she snarled, and unleashed the full power of the beam.
The Hyperbeam pierced through the shields like a hot knife through butter, its energy consuming every ounce of defensive power. The tank exploded in a brilliant display of plasma, the force of the blast sending shockwaves through the room.
As the light faded, the room fell silent. Mother Brain was gone, reduced to nothing more than slag, steam, and wisps of smoke. Samus lowered her cannon, her breathing heavy as a mix of relief and exhaustion washed over her.
A speaker crackled to life, filling the room with Mother Brain's chilling laughter. "Stupid whore," her voice mocked. "Have you not been paying attention? Did you really think that was enough to destroy me?" The mad AI laughed. "I told you I am integrated into the very fabric of this planet! My network spans most of its life forms. You can't kill me... you will never kill me!"
Samus, unmoved by the taunts, walked over to the side of the room. Mother Brain's voice continued to come through the speakers, dripping with disdain. "Foolish girl, do you really believe you could accomplish anything here? Within a few minutes an army of pirates will arrive. Your efforts will be as futile as your existence." Samus ignored her, eyes tracing along the walls, looking for what she had seen as a child, and remembered when she had been here last.
The walls were lined with power circuits that stretched deep into the geothermal power plants embedded in the molten core of Zebes. These circuits, once the lifeline of the ancient Chozo society, now fueled the Space Pirates' facility with limitless energy drawn from the relentless magma currents.
Samus traced the main conduit, her hands gliding over the pulsating energy lines. Mother Brain's laughter echoed through the chamber, a cruel symphony of derision. "You are dead, whore..." Mother Brain threatened. "Dead."
Undeterred, Samus raised her canon, pointing it at the circuit. With a switch, she toggled the Hyperbeam back on.
Abruptly, Mother Brain's tone shifted from mockery to alarm. "Wait! Stop! Think about what you're doing! You can't possibly intend to—"
"Goodbye, Mother," Samus said softly. "Time to go." And she fired.
The Hyperbeam flared to life, the beam of hyperenergized plasma racing down the power conduits, gathering more power as it went. The ground began to shake violently, and alarms blared, signaling the imminent collapse of the facility.
Mother Brain's voice turned desperate. "You fool! This was your home! You've destroyed us all!"
Ignoring her, Samus turned and started to run. The room around her trembled as Tourian began to crumble under the overwhelming force she had unleashed, the baby Metroid flying along just behind her.
Samus could see it in her mind's eye... the energy blast descending down towards the massive power plant, gathering all that massive collection of energy as it went. When it arrived, it was going to arrive like no weapon Samus had ever unleashed. By then she had to be gone... or she would be gone.
Samus ran as quickly as she could, straining her power suit for every bit of speed its technological sinews could provide. The ground beneath her feet trembled with the growing instability of the facility, and the alarms blared louder with each passing second. She knew she had to reach the hangar quickly; it was her only chance to escape the impending collapse. The hallways weren't meant for someone to travel and corner at these speeds, and Samus violently collided with more than one bulkhead as she moved... painful, but she knew she couldn't afford to stop. There was a hangar down here... she remembered it from when she had been dragged before Mother Brain. She didn't have much time, and every second counted. She pushed herself harder, her boots pounding against the metallic floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
As she sprinted down the next hall, she realized that one entire wall was made of transparent steel... and the window looked in through the Metroid containment facility. Despite herself, her eyes were drawn to the horrific scene within. The scene was as vicious and sickening as it had been before... but there had been a chance. The Samus clones, once docile and resigned to their fate like empty dolls, were now struggling viciously against their predatory assailants. The metroids, sensing the defiance, responded with even greater brutality, their attacks more relentless and savage. The clones' cries of pain and desperation... and rage... echoed through the corridors, a stark contrast to their previous resigned silence.
Samus locked eyes with one of the clones staring right at her, a scowling, outraged expression on her face. She held a hand out to point at Samus, her voice drowned out by the rumbling explosions, but whatever she said was lost as a floating metroid locked onto her mouth and filled her mouth with tentacle-like cocks… using her for what, as far as it was concerned, was her designated purpose. She tried to slap him away, but another metroid hammered at her from behind, sliding into her pussy.
As she passed by the crowd of them, another of the clones tore away from her metroid captor, running towards her. She only made it three steps before a huge Omega metroid snatched her up, holding her up off the ground while she screamed with the ferocity of a lion. “YOU WHORE! I’LL GET YOU! I’LL TURN YOU INTO ASH! THIS ISN'T OVER! YOU HAVEN’T WO-”
Her words abruptly cut off as a hunter metroid curled around her face, all she managed to get out before she was gagged on another cock. It didn’t matter… that outburst had told Samus all that she needed to know.
Mother Brain was trying to interfere, to intercede… to stop the disaster in the geothermal power plant if possible, and at the very least to destroy Samus if not. The issue was that there was nothing around infected by her neural network save for the other clones… so Mother Brain was taking them over, trying to use them to come after Samus.
But the metroids wouldn’t let their breeding dolls go.
Samus watched, able to appreciate the irony. Mother Brain escaped with clone after clone, only for the same thing to happen… She was doomed to have at least three metroids swarm her body, filling her hands or holes with a cock at any given point. As soon as she would go to scream some kind of command, her mouth was crammed full with dick. All around her, small and mature metroids were using Mother Brain’s avatars like cocksleeves, dooming both her and them to the same inevitable fate. At least the metroids would enjoy their last moments.
But that psychotic AI certainly wouldn’t.
She couldn’t think too much about her victory yet though. First she needed to get off the planet as soon as possible. She needed to find a ship and haul jets, or she was going to end up suffering the same fate. She sprinted towards the lift, turning to give the clone fuckpile one final salute goodbye before grabbing hold of the lagging metroid following her, closing the door, operating the interface to lift her to the highest level she could go to.
The brief moment of silence and relief was broken soon after, when she started to hear all the sounds of the explosions, muffled by the walls surrounding her, but sufficiently large and strong to toss her around by their sheer force. “Alright… let me carry you, big guy… you did great. Now we’re going to get out of here together, alright? No need to give me any more energy.” She tucked the shrunken alien tightly under her arm so she wouldn’t let go. It was strange touching the metroid directly, his odd gelatinous “skin” texture was slick and slimy, but she was able to hold him well enough thanks to him nuzzling into her arm. The sweet gesture only redoubled her determination to get him out alive.
Samus had only cleared the lift by a few moments when it collapsed, an explosion sending the whole shaft tumbling down… but she had reached the cargo hanger. There were a few ships to choose from… Samus picked the closest one, a sleek little gunship that looked active and functioning. She wasn’t sure how to pilot the pirate ship, but given her present situation she would just have to figure it out.
The blonde screeched to a stop as her rocket boosting reversed, letting her change direction to jog up the boarding ramp and swiftly found the cockpit, setting the Metroid down on top of the copilot's chair before engaging her scan visor and using the computer to search for any relevant controls.
It took a few tries… a few desperate trials of buttons, each more panic-inducing than the last as Tourian shook more and more. On the third try, however, Samus heard the thrum of the engines as they warmed up. She looked ahead through the narrow passageway out… just a few hundred feet to be home free.
Samus braced herself, and punched it.
Quazzt stood atop the control platform, his heavily armored form casting a long shadow over the crew of space pirates below. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning metal and the oppressive heat from the magma pool. He barked orders through his comms, his voice a mix of authority and impatience.
"Move that crane to the left! We need to get a better angle!" Quazzt commanded, his eyes fixed on the massive, armored form of Ridley half-submerged in the molten magma. The dragon-like creature's scales glistened with the fiery liquid, and his wings twitched occasionally, a sign of life amidst the chaos.
"Watch the cables! Don't let them snap!" Quazzt continued, his voice cutting through the mechanical hum of the machinery. The other pirates worked tirelessly, their armored forms moving in unison to comply with his orders. They operated the heavy machinery and crane with practiced precision, their efforts focused on extracting Ridley from the magma.
Quazzt, however, avoided any physical labor himself. He was too good for that kind of hard work... a commander, a strategist. His role was to direct and oversee. His hands moved over the control panel, adjusting settings and monitoring the progress. "Increase the power to the winch. We need more traction!" he ordered, watching as the cables tightened and the crane groaned under the strain.
The pirates below grunted and sweated, their armor heating up from the intense environment. They maneuvered the crane carefully, ensuring that the cables didn't get tangled or overstretched. Quazzt's eyes flicked between the control panel and the scene below, his mind calculating the optimal trajectory for the extraction.
"Almost there!" Quazzt exclaimed, a hint of relief in his voice. "Keep steady! We don't want to lose him now!"
The pirates responded with renewed vigor, their teamwork evident as they worked to pull Ridley's massive form out of the magma. Quazzt's heart pounded with anticipation, knowing that their success or failure could determine the fate of their mission.
As the crane finally lifted Ridley clear of the magma, Quazzt let out a sigh of relief. "Good work, everyone. Now, let's get him to the med bay and see what we can do to revive him."
The pirates moved with a sense of urgency, their efforts rewarded as they worked to pull their dragon-like commander from beneath the rubble the Hunter had dropped on him as she’d blasted the cavern apart. Quazzt watched from above, his mind already shifting to the next phase of their plan, knowing that their fight against Samus Aran was far from over.
Ridley's massive form shifted slightly, his eyes flickering open as he groaned in pain. Quazzt's heart leaped with relief; their general was alive. The space pirate commander quickly moved to Ridley's side, his voice a mix of urgency and concern.
"General Ridley, can you hear me?" Quazzt called out, his eyes scanning the dragon-like creature for any signs of serious injury.
Ridley's eyes focused, his vision clearing as he took in his surroundings. His voice, though weak and halting, carried the weight of his fury. "Where... where am I?" he rumbled, each word a struggle.
Quazzt explained, his tone respectful yet urgent. "The Hunter collapsed the ceiling on you during your fight. The entire cavern fell into Brinstar."
Ridley's eyes blazed with rage as the memories flooded back. "Samus. Aran..." he snarled, his voice growing stronger with each word. "That bitch... she thinks she can defeat me? She'll pay for this. I... I will make her suffer. I will make her suffer like no one ever has before."
Personally, Quazzt would prefer someone just blew the bitch up. He had already fucked her. After he'd raped the bitch, a comfortable life and safety was more valuable to him than a hole for his cock. Still, the others wouldn't see things the same way, so he nodded as if he agreed with the depths of Ridley's anger. "What would you have us do, General?"
Ridley's voice grew louder, his threats dire and filled with malice. "I'll rape the brain right out of her skull," he promised, his voice dripping with venom. "I'll eat her, piece by piece. I'll broadcast everything to the whole galaxy, make them watch what I do to her." Ridley's voice was growing stronger and more angry with every passing second. "No one in the Federation will be able to ever speak her name again without cringing. I will-"
Samus slammed the controls, the ship lifting up as it ascended into the exit bay. The base was practically crashing down around them. Now that she had gotten the hang of it, the ship controlled well enough, and it was small enough to make tight maneuvers fairly easily, but it wasn’t particularly sturdy looking. One good hit from a particularly large chunk of falling rock would end her story in a most sudden way.
Explosions flashed all around her, and she wanted to shield her eyes… she didn’t, forcing herself to keep them open. The debris was coming down heavily, but thanks to the precise controls, she was able to keep things from getting too bad. A few chunks of stone banged against the hull, but at last she reached an opening, pointed her ship at the sky, and blasted the throttle all the way to full.
The acceleration crushed Samus back into the gravity couch, pushing against her as she accelerated at this ship's maximum potential in her bid to get as far away from the planet as possible. She could imagine what had to be happening in the planet's core. The massive batteries and power station down there were designed to withstand deep planet quakes from the spinning core… but it wasn’t designed to withstand a blast from a Hyperbeam, not with that much stolen energy. The containment process was going critical, building power with each cycle as it wobbled out of control… trying to regain an equilibrium that had been permanently destroyed.
Before too long, she said goodbye to the atmosphere, and hello to the refreshing void of space… leaving Zebes behind for the last time. Slowly, she put one hand on her windshield. Zebes… the planet had been the location of her personal hell, but it had also been her salvation in more ways than one. It was where she had been loved.
Samus watched the planet for several minutes. At a glance, it almost looked like nothing was happening, and for several moments Samus felt a nagging sense of worry that she had failed. She could see the massive geysers of steam rising from the planet though, burning like forest fires high into the atmosphere. Then she saw the land start to crack, and the surface was swallowed in pyroclastic flows so great that they boggled the mind, pouring from the angry world in thousands of places as explosion after explosion shook the planet.
And then there was a flash of bright light, and Samus watched the place where she’d grown up crack into pieces.
Slowly, Samus took off her helmet as she watched Zebes be reduced to a few hundred incomprehensibly-large chunks of rubble sent flying out in their own directions… flung by the force of the explosion and the final spin of the dying world. In minutes, the atmosphere would be entirely gone… stripped away by the violence and lack of sufficient gravity. Cold and radiation would simultaneously freeze and bake anything left over. No trace of Mother Brain’s neural network would escape the world.
She didn’t know how to feel as she looked at it. Should she feel sad? Feel relieved? Both? It was difficult to pin down. Honestly she felt like she just wanted to cry at this point, but whether it was from happiness or sadness, she didn’t quite know. She felt the tears streaming down her face though. The homeworld of the Chozo was gone… but they had been avenged now. Her parents had been avenged.
Samus didn’t really know how to compartmentalize all of the feelings that poured into her as Zebes died. While she was on the mission, while she was trying to survive, she had known she just had to keep going… make it through, finish what she started. Now that it was over, however…
Her lip quivered as she threw her head back into her seat. Her mouth twitched between a smile and a frown for several minutes as she felt herself sobbing, her body hiccuping, her face heating up from all the emotion rushing to her. The infant metroid nuzzled her shoulder softly, and she stroked it with one hand without thinking.
It was over.
Mother Brain was dead. All of her lackeys were dead. The whole planet that she had counted on to make herself into an immortal god emperor of the galaxy was even dead. There was no way that she’d be hearing from that monster ever again.
Samus took a moment to start wiping the tears from her eyes, trying to come to terms with everything that happened. Then she felt it when something warm landed on her lap. The last metroid nestled comfortably on her thighs. It wasn’t doing anything, it was just laying there, seeming to try to comfort her after noticing some kind of negative emotion. Did he understand that she felt sad? She was pretty sure he did… but she was equally sure she felt some kind of happiness from him joining her. He must’ve been exhausted following after her and then saving her ass. She let out an awkward chuckle between the sobs. This little guy, a metroid, was what got her out of there. “I suppose I can’t just keep calling you the baby, can I?” she whispered.
Finally, she turned away from the shattered remnants of Zebes and set a course back into Federation space. Then she pulled up a console and began to type.
Mission successful. Pirate threat on Zebes eliminated. No further potential for harm.
Samus looked down at the creature on her lap as he settled down on her… really no bigger than a medium-sized dog anymore. The Federation would want him back… but they had already failed to keep him safe once before, hadn’t they? Ridley and the pirates were gone… but they weren’t the only threat in the galaxy.
Samus sat there, frozen, for several long seconds. Then she continued typing.
Stolen biological sample was not recovered. Presumed destroyed with the pirate facility.
Before she could second guess herself, she sent the message, and closed the terminal. The blonde reached down and pulled the last metroid in the galaxy closer against her… holding him gently, caressing his strange body so that he could rest.
Both of them could, finally, rest.
End
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