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Metroid/Portal 2 - Sex Core	By : salarta Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 13576 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Chell's New Partner
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The distress call came from a planet very familiar to the Galactic Federation. As it should: it was the location of their headquarters.

Earth. That prosperous, verdant and azure planet hovering around its yellow sun, the origin of all human life in the universe.

Every signal Samus sent to the Galactic Federation about this tiny cry upon Earth's surface rippling into space was met with dismissal.

"Access denied my ass," Samus sneered, as her ship ripped into the planet's atmosphere. With her experience at planetary landing and takeoff, she guided her ship next to the facility, the beeps of stranded survivors of some unknown plight bouncing off the inner walls around her.

She lifted herself from her pilot seat, stood center of the exit platform as it lowered onto the wheat fields below, and gazed up at the dilapidated structure. Its age showed in its crumbled cement walls and rusted white sign, large letters strewn on the ground like bulky autumn leaves. With the building in such disrepair, she had but one option.

Orange energy flooded her arm cannon. Aiming, she secured its angle, disintegrating the centuries-old blockade with one blast from her fully charged beam.

Her path lay open before her. Samus, setting her arm at ease, sprinted down the hallway. Wall panels tinted neon green by her visor blurred, her eyes focused on the screen prompts sharing warnings and facts about her surroundings. Then, suddenly, a rush of white replaced the familiar colors of her scanner vision. Her legs slowed, her ponytail swished against her back, and as she came to a stop inches from a metal door, she looked herself over.

Her Varia Suit phased in and out of existence. The clingy blue bodysuit, hugging every supple curve of her trained amazonian physique, strobed pink light from the sigils on her back, hands and chest. She turned, studying the field behind her, a width-wise span of the corridor passing blue particles between wall-mounted devices. She pondered the destruction of her suit and stepped closer to the particle field when her armor reformed.

Plates shifted onto her arms and legs. Her visor glowed over her eyes. A diagnostic scan of her systems confirmed stable condition, every part of her suit intact from her shields against the elements to morph ball bombs and ballistic missiles.

Samus looked at the corner camera as she waited, the mechanical door twisting and parting for her. With her entrance, she stared at the flailing, whirring machine hanging from the ceiling.

"How disappointing." The robotic female AI spoke, every other syllable strained through the computerized emotional grill of her programming. "I thought I had a new robot test subject. That's okay. Sanitation drones can use the fluids leaking from your vaginal cavity as a cleaning solvent for our floors. Clean white floors are preferable for testing, even if they make the testing chambers smell like a house of prostitution."

Samus scowled. Though she learned not to respond to such insults, beneath the surface she roiled with secret callbacks never to be said. "My name is Samus Aran, bounty hunter. I picked up a distress signal from this facility, and since the Galactic Federation refuses to accept my transmissions, I have taken it upon myself to rescue any survivors trapped in stasis in your facility. What are you, and where can I find your survivors?"

GLaDOS shook her head. "Aperture Laboratories does not have any survivors, only test subjects. I would be happy to include you as a test subject if you can prove you're not stupid."

Samus narrowed her eyes at the robot. Raising her arm cannon, she threatened, "Tell me where the survivors are and help me escort them out of your facility. If you do not comply, I will be forced to destroy you."

"Did you know humans that solve their problems with aggression are scientifically proven to be morons? It says so right here: humans too stupid to solve problems by other means resort to violence. Aggressive tendencies are further increased in women who need constant sexual stimulation, hereafter referred to as whores. That's exactly what it says. Very professional. Peer reviewed." GLaDOS swiveled from her base, in a perfect circle, and cocked her rectangular, metal head at Samus. "I will need to find a different purpose for you within Aperture Laboratories."

She'd heard enough. Samus charged her Power Beam... or tried. No sound, no light, no energy surged from her green gun. She smacked, then punched it with her free hand.

"How strange and fortunate that your Aperture Science Handheld Portal Device is no longer operational," GLaDOS remarked.

Samus answered, "It's not a portal device, it's my Arm Cannon. What did you do to my suit?"

Before Samus could dodge-roll away, a mechanical pincer clutched the bounty hunter around her armored suit. She struggled in vain, and for the briefest of moments, a hint at escape eeked out when her Varia Suit glowed bright. Yet as the light dispersed, she remained, the strength-enhancing elements of her suit rendered useless by some unknown factor. She helplessly dangled like a worm on a hook before the enemy AI.

GLaDOS dipped closer. "When you entered my chamber, the Aperture Science Material Emancipation Grid emancipated any unauthorized testing materials. As the administrator of the testing facility, I decided to leave some parts of your technology intact and allow the Emancipation Grid to vaporize other parts that would be destructive to my operations. It would have emancipated your underwear, but you don't wear any. Slut."

"Damn it!" Samus shouted. "You don't know who you're messing with. Let me go this instant."

GLaDOS shook her fragile, armored hostage with her pincer arm.

"I know what I'm looking at, a jiggly human in a robotic suit. Your suit can't operate without an operator, and I need more time to replicate your technology. You're worthless to me as a test subject, but from an analysis of your suit's functions, I can put you to a different use. To make you compatible with Aperture Science facilities, some upgrades will be made. For science."
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