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Ridley's Revenge	By : Ovipositivity Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5457 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The gunship’s thrusters blazed invisibly in the darkness of space. When Samus angled them downward to arrest her descent, the great clouds of dust and metal shavings that billowed up from the landing platform were the only sign that the ship was anything more than another piece of orbiting junk. 3-Kappa-Mu-4-8 had its own corona of debris and detritus that surrounded the derelict station like a picket line. Stay away, it seemed to say. There’s nothing for you here.

Samus ignored it. There was something for her here, all right, if her interrogation of the Space Pirate captain at Megidda was anything to go on.

Ridley.

Samus had been tracking her hated arch-rival for her entire career. Longer, really. Even before she had been a bounty hunter, she had wanted revenge on the monster that had taken her parents from her. Ridley’s ability to return from near-certain death was legendary, though, and time and again she thought she’d finished him off, only to see him pop up again.

Not this, time, though. Not this time, Ridley.

The last she’d seen him, his wings were tattered, his teeth broken. He was falling into a geothermal vent, screaming in rage. For a time, she hadn’t heard anything about him, and had assumed that he was gone at last.

I couldn’t be that lucky.

Here, on the edge of the galaxy, in some backwater station that hadn’t had visitors for decades, the being that had haunted her nightmares for her whole adult life was licking his wounds. Here, there was nowhere to go. Nowhere to flee. She’d finish him here, once and for all.

The landing platform was a mess of fissures and tangled metal, but the gunship’s sensors picked up a square area just large enough for her to set down. Samus gently coaxed the thrusters, making minute adjustments until the landing struts settled with an audible thunk. She grabbed her Power Suit helmet off the rack and slid it into place. The seals engaged with a click and the familiar HUD came up, showing her energy levels, ammunition, oxygen, and the rest of her suit’s amazing self-contained life-support systems.

Before the ramp had fully descended Samus was in midair. She landed heavily on the deck on one knee, her Power Beam held out in front of her. The artificial gravity was working here, at least. She straightened and panned her head back and forth to allow her helmet’s integral sensors to scan the landing platform. There were no life signs, but that wasn’t much of a surprise-- a station like this, even rusted out and abandoned, would be dense enough to block any readings until she got a bit deeper in.

Picking her way through the debris Samus crossed over the landing gangplank to the bulkhead. The massive metal doors were closed, but with her helmet-enhanced vision Samus could see that nothing was holding them there. The maglocks had been torn from their moorings, and the huge door pieces were just leaning against each other in the frame. It was the work of a minute with a plasma cutter to slice open a portal wide enough for her to slip inside.

As soon as she left the range of her gunship’s landing lights, Samus was swallowed by blackness. She switched on her headlamps and trekked warily through the station. Room after room of shattered machinery and broken furniture greeted her. Smashed screens stared at her like sightless eyes, their mechanical bellies torn open and wires strewn everywhere. It might have been the remnants of some fantastic battle that had cast down this station in the distant past, or just the ravages of time and looters.

She gradually became aware of a low hum. Somewhere on the periphery of her vision, a faint glow made her turn her head. Was that movement? No, her sensors had picked up nothing, but there was a tiny thrum of power under her feet. It seemed that the station wasn’t completely dead after all. As she penetrated further, she began to see the occasional bulb flickering, or even a dim blue glow from an undamaged monitor. None of the screens showed anything but fizzing blue static, but they were clearly getting power from somewhere. Still her life sensors read nothing.

Up ahead, a door blocked her passage. Scans indicated that its locking mechanism was live but disengaged. As Samus approached, the door mechanism coughed and sputtered. It tried to slide back into the wall, made it about halfway, and ground to a halt. The mechanism chugged and whined before cycling closed and open again. This time, it made it a full three-quarters, and paused there as if satisfied. Samus slipped through the door and heard it grind shut behind her. The rooms in this section of the complex were considerably less ruined. They were clearly old and neglected, but parts of the station were still functional. Occupied? It didn’t appear so, but these old stations were slaved to old-model computer cores that could run on minimal tick-over for centuries. Maybe one of the computers would have access to surveillance records? If Ridley was here, she could track him that way.

Samus chose the cleanest and least-damaged terminal in the next room and sat down. Her bulky Power Suit made it awkward, but it was necessary; her scans still read her surroundings as vacuum, though they were at least a bit warmer this far in. She tapped at the screen, and the static cleared from the monitor and resolved into little block letters:

Station 3-Kappa-Mu-4-8
Maintenance Section 34743
Access Level Indigo
>Menu
>Exit

Samus reached out to the capacitive screen and tapped “Menu.” The letters dissolved, to be replaced with:

>Inventory
>Map
>Mail Server
>Schedule

She hesitated for a second, then hit “Mail Server.” Her curiosity about this place was piqued. She had to know what had happened. It was clearly a human installation, but there was no record of it in any of the databanks she had accessed. What had it been for? And what had happened to it?

Error: Server not found popped up on the screen, and Samus cursed under her breath. Oh well. The map was the next best bet, and after a heart-stopping minute where the screen went completely blank, she sighed in relief. A detailed grid pattern covered the screen. A little red dot about halfway down the station’s main spine was helpfully marked “You are here.” Samus noticed that a large number of rooms were marked with red Xs. Dangerously low temperature, pressure, and oxygen? Or something else? Large chunks of the station appeared on the map that had not been visible from space, and she figured that it might have been more extensively damaged than she thought. I have to be careful that I don’t open a doorway and get sucked into the void. She took a picture of the map using her helmet’s camera, then had her onboard computer convert the map into a format her directional sensors could process. That was much better-- she had an idea of where she was and where she was going. The janitorial schedule and mop inventory didn’t interest her, but she could feel herself on Ridley’s trail again. Time to keep moving.

It was faster going now, with the floors nearly completely clean. Some of the rooms Samus could almost believe were still occupied, with the inhabitants having just stepped out to use the restroom or catch a bite to eat. She was near the core of whatever this complex had been. She passed through labs with shattered containment tanks, cafeterias with petrified food left on the trays, barracks with beds still neatly made. Another ten minutes of travel took her to an imposing double door. Her helmet scan showed that it was still active and the lock mechanism was fully emplaced. She reached out to the panel beside the door, which slid open to reveal a numeric keypad. She paused. Maybe one of the computers here had the password? Before she could explore them, though, there was a hiss and the door slid open as if on greased rails. On the other side was a short corridor. A series of calm white lights in the floor blinked in succession, as if inviting her in.

Warily, Samus stepped through. This smelled like a trap. Her life sign sensors still weren’t picking anything up, but the walls here could conceal any number of baffles and insulators. Behind her, the door slid closed, causing her to spin around. She took a step forward and froze. From all around her, she felt a faint pressure and heard a thin whine. Gas! If this was a trap, it was a poorly-thought-out one. Her suit was vacuum-sealed and she had enough oxygen for a few more hours-- plenty of time to cut her way out. She waited, annoyed at the inconvenience of it. Ridley could have thought of a much better trap.

Something didn’t make sense, though. Her suit’s alarms weren’t pinging. They’d be going off if the suit detected toxins or some other form of attack. She brought up the sensor suite and cycled through until she found what she was looking for. When she did, she nearly laughed aloud. It wasn’t a gas attack-- she’d stepped into an airlock. The air quality and pressure were approaching human-normal levels, and the temperature was rising, too. She had been passing through a lab, and this must be an airlock that led to an interior, higher-security level. She waited for it to finish. Within a minute, the white guide lights all lit up at once, then switched to a happy green. The interior door cycled and opened.

Inside, she found herself in a dimly lit, circular room dominated by a huge glass sphere. Milky blue light swam within it and painted oceanic patterns on the wall. The only sound was a low thrum at the edge of hearing. Behind her, the inner door slid closed, but Samus didn’t notice. Her attention was drawn to the bank of screens around the walls of the room. Each one showed an identical picture: a wireframe depiction of a familiar lifeform. A tripartite nucleus hung in the center of a body like a jellyfish. Metroid.

Samus was startled out of her reverie by a crackling sound. It came from all around her-- the static roar of speakers powering up. There was a moment of confusion, then a familiar voice boomed from the walls.

“Ms. Aran. Sorry I’m not here to greet you myself. I figured you might track down my associates. Try not to blame them. They really thought I was here.”

“Ridley! Where are you?” shouted Samus, bringing her Power Beam to bear. The voice blared on.

“I imagine you probably shouted at me just now. Sorry, this is just a recording. I left this hellhole far behind me. Don’t be lonely, though. I left you a friend.” Ridley chuckled, a nasty, wet sound. “Try to play nice. Goodbye, Samus.” The speakers fizzed for a moment and fell silent.

A cold chill ran up Samus’s spine. What had he meant by that? Her suit alarms trilled and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Rapidly, she pulled up the report. Life-sign detected. Large, and familiar. A metroid!

She whirled. Something was swimming through the misty blue light inside the glass orb. A dark shape approached the surface, and with a shattering crash, burst through it. Fragments of glass scythed outward and rained off of Samus’s armor. Tendrils of fog swirled out of the broken vessel, and coming with them was a familiar oval shape.

Samus immediately raised her Power Beam and fired off a quick burst. The Metroid didn’t even try to dodge. Instead, it soaked up the beam. Its body began to emit a lambent glow. Samus fired again, and again the Metroid was unharmed. Flickering streamers of corposant curled and licked along its tentacles as it floated across the room towards her.

Samus took a step backward, and a horrible leaden vertigo overcame her. Ridley’s voice chuckled out of the unseen speakers. “Now, now, bounty hunter. I figured you might want to get a bit rough, so I took the precaution of installing EMP generators in this lab. I think you’ll find yourself a little slowed down.”

Indeed, Samus felt like a statue. She tried to use her morph ball, her missiles, anything... nothing worked. In desperation, she activated the one failsafe that she knew wasn’t dependent on onboard computers. The tiny shaped charges blew, and her Power Suit separated off her in pieces. Vaulting backwards, Samus sprang up and drew her Paralyzer. The sudden cold stung her. It wasn’t cold enough to be dangerous, but her thin Zero Suit wasn’t designed for these conditions. The air was bitterly chilled and prickled in her lungs. Her limbs felt slow, out of joint in the cold. She drew a bead on the Metroid…

...too late. One tentacle slapped the gun out of her hand, another wrapped around her wrist and yanked her off her feet. With a squawk, Samus pitched forward. The Metroid reeled her in like a fish on a line. Samus struggled in its grasp, but to no avail. She gritted her teeth. This was it, then. She knew that hunting Metroids was among the most dangerous jobs in the galaxy, and it was bound to eventually catch up with her. She just wished…

To her surprise, the Metroid pulled her to her feet. It did not move to envelop her, nor did she feel its deadly life-drain sapping her vitality. One tentacle pinned her arm to her side, while the other reached out to caress her suit. Tiny hooks on the inside caught the Zero Suit material and pulled, shredding it to pieces.

The sudden shock of cold covered her body in goosebumps. Samus’s other arm flailed, at first trying to bat the Metroid away, then in a vain attempt to cover up her body. She wasn’t sure why the Metroid was behaving so strangely, but she wouldn’t put it past the perverted Space Pirates to have cameras here. The thought of preserving her modesty in the face of almost certain death was bizarre, but part of her mind held on to the thought as something normal.

The suit hung off her in tatters. Her heavy breasts hung pendulously, soft pink nipples hardening in the cold. She had always felt self-conscious about her ample bosom, feeling that it made it harder to be taken seriously in her profession. It was one reason she’d always liked a full-body suit, eschewing the revealing attire sometimes favored by her female peers. Now she just felt exposed. A thin thatch of pubic hair covered her exposed pussy, which she twitched her thighs together to hide.

Her captor’s other tentacle shot out and grabbed her free wrist, pulling both arms above her body. The Metroid loomed over her. It appeared to be watching her eyelessly. Why isn’t it draining me? What were they doing to it here? For all of her fear, Samus felt a moment of sympathy for the creature. She had seen the gruesome experiments performed on Metroids throughout the galaxy. The fact that she was being victimized by one of these test subjects did not make her feel any better.

Something was emerging from the Metroid. As Samus watching, a fleshy grey tube, very different from the thing’s jelly-like body, extended downward. It curved upward slightly like a scorpion’s tail, and appeared to be segmented. Each segment pushed itself free from the Metroid’s body, oozing a clear slime. Samus followed the thing’s progress in horrified fascination. It extruded down, down, and forward, towards her… traveling between her legs…

She realized what was happening a moment before it jabbed forward. “No… no!” she squealed, her voice sounding frail and frightened even to her. The Metroid ignored her pleas. Its tube slid between her legs and hooked upwards, its tip burying itself between her cuntlips. Samus yelped in alarm at the alien sensation. It was warm and leathery, with a sticky texture from the slime. She tried to grind her thighs together to push it off, but to no avail. The Metroid was much stronger than she, and it held her firm. Samus gasped as it pushed itself inside her, one inch at a time.

The life of a bounty hunter was lonely, but Samus had taken her share of lovers, both for one night and for longer. The Metroid was bigger than any of them. She groaned as it pried apart her lips and pushed itself deeper into her body. She bore down, squeezing her vaginal muscles, but the Metroid didn’t seem to notice. More and more of the tube slid out of its body, and more and more thrust into her defenseless pussy. She felt herself stretching around it and grunted in pain as one of the ribbed sections between segments slid past her entrance.

The tube paused in its invasion. There was a wave of peristalsis, then Samus felt something warm and sticky gushing forth inside her. She shuddered as whatever it was flooded her insides. The tube was snugly plugging up her pussy, and the stuff had nowhere to go but deeper. She felt it pushing at the walls of her fuck-tunnel and she thrashed ineffectively to free herself. It didn’t matter; not only was she pinned by both arms, but the tube was impaling her like a butterfly on a pin. She couldn’t move. Looking down, she saw her belly distended slightly from the volume of slime inside her. The sight made her feel like throwing up. Her head lolled for a moment and she stumbled. What was this creature doing to her?

After releasing its load, the Metroid continued to push deeper. Little spurts of fluid leaked and squirted around the edges of her cunt, soaking her thighs with obscene squishing sounds. The tube tunneled its way to her cervix and paused. Samus braced herself for another spray of fluid, but what happened was far worse. It suddenly shot forward, taking her by surprise. The sensation was like being pummeled in the gut. It knocked the wind out of Samus. As she regained her balance, she felt a terrible inexorable pressure deep inside her. A torrent of fluid hosed down her thighs as the Metroid’s insistent pushing reached its climax, and with a bolt of agony, she felt it batter its way into her womb. The violation was nauseating. She retched and vomited. Most of it splashed across her feet and she groaned in pain. The bulge in her belly looked like a fist now. She looked away, unwilling to bear witness to this violation.

The tube flexed again, and she felt the goop, whatever it was, pumping out inside her in a measured flow. The tube seemed to inflate like a bladder, plugging her up tighter than before. The force of it pushing at her vaginal walls was a constant throb. She gritted her teeth against it. The ooze filled her. It felt warm, like bathwater, and slightly sticky. She could feel her womb expanding as it was pumped full of the stuff. Oddly, the sensation was peaceful, now that the initial pain had passed. In a kind of trance she looked down at her belly. It was swelling, growing just barely fast enough to be seen with the naked eye. A faint blue luminescence glowed through her skin. Looking up, she noticed with shock that the Metroid was noticeably smaller than it had been. Was it… could it be…?

One of the thing’s nuclei was being drawn downward like a rubber duck swirling towards a drain. As she watched, it disappeared into the tube, which swelled up enormously around it. It passed along the tube like a rat passing through a snake’s digestive system. Samus watched, hypnotized, as it reached her tightly plugged pussy. It began to push at her entrance, more and more insistently. A lump rose in her throat. It was far too big, there was no way it would fit. Somehow, it began to force its way inside her. Her nether lips deformed around it, stretching grotesquely to accommodate the invasion. She howled in pain as she felt herself stretch far past her limit-- and then it was through. She could feel it moving inside her, a heavy weight that shoved her organs aside to make room for its passage. Tears rolled down her cheeks as the Metroid’s muscular flexing pushed it past the last barrier into her bloated baby-basket.

There was no denying what she was seeing. The Metroid shrank as it drained itself into her. First one and then the other of its remaining nuclei disappeared down the tube and into her belly. Her stomach was obscenely swollen now. With two nuclei inside her, she looked nine months pregnant; with three, she looked like a caricature of a woman, a massive orb of a belly suspended on legs too small to possibly carry its weight. The glow from inside her was stronger now, and she reached one arm down to cradle her belly.

Wait… her arms were free? She looked up. The last deflated remnants of the Metroid were disintegrating before her eyes. The tube crackled like burnt paper and shredded apart. Samus’s legs collapsed beneath her and she fell backwards. She slid down the wall onto the cold metal floor. Both arms caressed her massive belly. She couldn’t even touch her hands together on the other side-- her skin was stretched taut to the bursting point. Inside, she could feel a faint, tidal movement as the Metroid sloshed around. The glow pulsed rhythmically, hypnotically. Tears glistened on her cheeks as Samus contemplated her ruined body. She had been invaded and conquered as thoroughly as any colony world. Her body had been stolen from her and subverted to be a home for a terrifying alien parasite. She sobbed quietly to herself as she fell over on her side, and cried herself to sleep.
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