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The Bergman Affair	By : HunterOpera Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 48055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am making no money from this. Metroid, Samus, et al are owned by the people that own them, not me. Other M was an abomination in terms of narrative. I'm writing porn while being more respective of the characters...

Chapter List
- 1-The Bergman Affair
- 2-Arrival at YS7-23
- 3-Shaktool
- 4-Kaaye
- 5-Bormu
- 6-Draygon
- 7-Cavern
- 8-Kago
- 9-Zoomer
- 10-Yapping Maw
- 11-Vogl
- 12-Zebesian
- 13-Slaughter
- 14-Interlude
- 15-SporeSpawn
- 16-Jump
- 17-Cacatac
- 18-Zoomer II
- 19-Keaton
- 20-Slime
- 21-Big Time
- 22-Sylux
- 23-Brannigan
- 24-Hook
- 25-Mia Xen
- 26-Line
- 27-Atrocity
- 28-Horror
- 29-Sinker
- 30-Fear
- 31-Ridley
- 32-Wreck
- 33-Pulse
- 34-Light
- 35-Robot
- 36-Laboratory
- 37-Covern
- 38-Phantoon
- 39-Sakamoto
- 40-Madeline
- 41-Damara
- 42-Melissa
- 43-Samus Aran
- 44-Punishment
- 45-Healing
- 46-Finale and Acknowledgments
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Planet YS7-23, GFDate ????:????
The SporeSpawn surged up from the cliff Samus was facing, the fruit-eye screeching away from the cliff as Samus jumped back, landing in a roll that took her just out of the creature's range. She came up in a crouch with both her blades at the ready, her eyes glaring at the fruit-eye that was still staring at her.
Is it just observing us or is it controlling the 'Spawn? Samus wondered, not expecting an answer to her silent question. She stayed still for a moment, slashing at any seedpods that got too close for her, waiting to see if she was wrong and some message would follow. None was forthcoming.
The SporeSpawn opened, the multi-eyed core of the plant monster staring at her, considering. These creatures were carnivorous plants, like the Venus Flytraps she had heard were native to the human homeworld. She'd fought them before, on Zebes and other places, but then she'd been armored and armed with more than just a Zebesian carapace and a couple of makeshift blades.
Whoever is behind this said they were playing a game. Samus considered the monster, feeling her lips curl into a smile as her muscles tensed. If whoever – we'll say the Colonel for now – if the Colonel wanted me dead, I'd be dead already. I'll escape whatever they think they can bind me with. Own me? Colonel, you don't know who you're dealing with...
Having psyched herself up, Samus waited. The shell of the 'Spawn closed over the core and it began weaving through the air again, trying to strike her directly but lacking the range to do so. More seedpods flew up and over the cliff, caught in an artificial wind and driven towards her. She batted them out of the air when they got close, grinning as she stood, tensing muscles.
Despite everything, it felt good to be in clean combat again.
The SporeSpawn paused, the shell opening, the core revealing itself once more. Samus charged forward, air hissing from her lungs, thighs driving her forward at terrible speeds, tensing as she pushed herself up and into the air.
Her dagger caught the lip of the shell, the muscles of her arm singing as she pulled herself up. The inside of the shell was fibrous and squishier than she would have thought, the golden goo slightly sticky but not enough to do much more than slightly slow her down. She forced her way forward, hacking at the core, holding herself steady as the plant shook when she struck.
She hit it again, a third time, her makeshift sword cutting deep wounds into the flesh of her enemy's tool. The shell began to close and she leaped backwards and out of the mouth, angling herself so that she was rolling away the minute she touched the ground. The SporeSpawn tried to strike her but she was too quick, pulling herself out of range again, laughing as she glared up at the fruit-eye, proud and defiant.
More seedpods came for her and she cut them down, pacing back and forth as she waited for the SporeSpawn to reveal its core to her once more. Minutes passed, sweat tricking down her body as the sun painted the sky with light, the stony floor below her showing proof of her path and exertion. When the creature paused again Samus sprinted forward, leaping up, pulling herself towards the core and slashing at it with all the strength in her.
The creature shuddered, trying to dislodge her, an awful hissing surrounding her and blowing through her hair. She laughed and stabbed downward, the massive creature failing to dislodge her, her knife holding onto the core of the beast as she continued to stab and hack and slash with her weapon. The monster visibly withered, deep green fading to a soft brown, the shell closing yet again, driving her back and away.
She jumped, landed, rolled out of the monster's range, laughing as she came to her feet, laughing as she slashed the seedpods out of the air. She glanced at the eye-fruit before turning back to her prey, waiting for the core to reveal itself again. She was breathing heavy now, her chest heaving with exertion, her flesh flushed with the effort of the battle. Anyone else would have fallen exhausted from what she had done but still she stood strong, patient and defiant and filled with a savage joy.
The monster opened its shell. She charged forward, rolling through the goo inside the shell, using her momentum to stab into the core of the 'Spawn. It quivered, tried to hold steady, failed. She rode the monster down, stabbing and laughing all the way as it lost form and melted all around her into nothing more than withered weak plant matter.
She cut her way free of the crumbling form, stood in the open air and pointed her sword at the fruit-eye above her with a challenging grin.
“Is this the best you can do?!” Samus howled, standing unconquered in the late afternoon sun. “If this is it, well, I'm going to be seeing you sooner rather than later!” The fruit-eye hovered closer, touching the edge of her mind once more, and she felt the dim echo of a whispered response deep inside her mind:
- no -
She turned to the cliff, hearing something move. She fell into a stance, resting on the balls of her feet, ready for anything.
Two SporeSpawns surged up over the cliff and came for her.

Planet Daibon, GFDate 4034:0427
There was something going on outside Vogl's residence. He could hear it, whatever it was, and it was disturbing his morning meal. Already irritable, the senator stalked over to his front door and threw it open, prepared to yell at whoever it was that was interrupting what had been a quiet morning but falling silent at the sight that greeted him.
Keaton was there, the alien that had replaced him as Chairman of the Galactic Federation. Covered in blue fuzz, he was glaring up at Vogl with narrowed eyes, both mouths twisted in what his species considered a smile. He held a piece of string pulled taught between his hands, a piece of fruit caught in an intricate web therein, being slowly sliced into pieces.
Vogl's guards were doing exactly what Vogl was doing – staring at the fruit. The Sazins had once been considered the most sadistic species in the galaxy. There had been a time when the Galactic Federation had stripped them of every space worthy vehicle, stopping the genocide of the species only because of their knack for crafting the best audio systems in the cosmos.
No one kept the audio tracks that came with them. Sazin music was the modulated screams of the slowly dying.
The only reason they were currently in the Federation at all was because of their efforts in a war that had happened centuries after that event, a war where they had played a vital role in the victory of the Federation, but only after evading the blockade that had been placed around their world. They had since cleaned up their image, putting on suits and airs of respectability, turning their natural predatory sadism into an art for words rather than direct physical violence.
But the neat slices being cut into the fruit's flesh were a grim reminder; even the most civilized Sazin could backslide. Even the kindest members of the species were only a few short steps from becoming a serial killer.
Juices dripped like blood along the line, pooling at Keaton's feet. Vogl stared at the trickling droplets as Keaton sat there, watching him, adding just the slightest of pressures to one side of the line.
The fruit fell apart into neat and equal sections as the line pulled free and straight. Quick as serpents, one of Keaton's hands came free of the string and caught each piece, his palm opening to show the perfectly sliced plant-flesh. He smiled, letting the string dangle from one hand as he picked a piece and ate it, juices falling from the string and gathering in shallow puddles.
drip drip drip
The liquid pooled at Keaton's feet. He sat there eating until all the fruit was done before standing, smiling, and walking away. Trembling, Vogl stepped back inside his home, calmly closed the door, hugging himself as he returned to his table. The sounds he made were very much not a whimper.
He knows, Vogl thought, shaking. He closed his eyes and took several deep breaths, imagining what it would feel like to have razor wire hack through his flesh. He knows... what, exactly?
That question calmed him. He was going to have to figure out what Keaton knew before he did anything – he did not want to tip his hand. Keaton couldn't know about what he and Sakamoto had done, couldn't know about the role he had played in Adam Malkovitch's death, couldn't know about the deal he now had with Melissa Bergman.
But if he does... Vogl grimaced, forced his eyes opened, forced himself to sit up. If he knows about any of that I am going to have to destroy him, and the best way to do that is to attack his allies. Adam is dead, but that human, Higgs, is still out there. He's untouchable, but he's got that child working with him. Mia Xen? Human names are so strange. Still, the girl presents possibilities...
Uncertain but calm, Vogl began to plot, sure that regardless of what was to come he would be able to take advantage of it.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0427
Samus' eyes flashed with fierce defiance as she dove between the two SporeSpawn, her blades slashing out to buy her some space. The placement of the two creatures left her precious little room to keep herself, only their desire not to strike one another buying her any room at all. Brannigan had to admire her, the way she kept fighting against odds that would have given him pause even now.
His benefactor had explained how to control the SporeSpawn, showing him how it was done with the first one Samus had fought. She'd pouted when Samus had beaten her efforts, but now the two of them were working in tandem, making the Hunter work to keep herself free from the plants that wove around her, casting seedpods in her direction.
A little more than two hours had gone past since Samus had beaten the first 'Spawn, her efforts to injure the two currently stalking her stymied as he and his benefactor worked in tandem.
“We're setting up the bounds of penalty now,” his benefactor said, repeating the word bound and giggling. “We need to show her that there are consequences for her actions.”
Brannigan looked forward to inflicting those consequences on her.
Samus' body shone with sweat, shining waters tracing her muscles as lines, highlighting the fine tones of her body as she dodged and weaved and tried not to get struck. Her makeshift weaponry flashed as she cut the seedpods that came near her, keeping her pure from their taint, her hard-won armor more hindrance than help now.
The armor, Brannigan grudingly admitted, was clever. She'd managed to cover her hips, torso, forearms, thighs, and calves fairly effectively with what she had. It couldn't help her with her current fight, but he had to admire her resourcefulness.
Just makes her eventual defeat all the more glorious, he thought, smiling grimly.
“She never asked us for that armor,” his benefactor whispered. “She didn't seek permission so we'll turn that against her. Against her. She will learn. We'll teach her, you and I. Together.” The words touched Brannigan in ways he hadn't expected, his recently returned pride causing him to quiver in ways he hadn't felt in more than a decade.
“Soon,” his benefactor whispered. “Soon.”
He believed her.
Samus dodged, rolled, wiped the sweat from her brow, kept moving. The SporeSpawns needed to pause, needed to open their shells and look around to see their prey – it was how they kept their energy up when they were hunting. He had come up with the idea of using one to cover the other when their weapons needed to stop and pause, keeping Samus from gaining any sort of advantage.
His benefactor had been using his pauses to lure Samus in, attacking her when she tried to hit the exposed core. Brannigan had taken to doing the same thing and between them they'd kept Samus from causing them any harm whatsoever. Their SporeSpawns were still rested, still as strong as they'd ever been, but he could see Samus' breathing get heavier, her limbs not responding as quickly as they had two hours prior. She was beginning to tire, to weaken, and soon they would take her.
“Consequences,” Brannigan muttered, smiling to himself. He heard giggling rise up from his side, making his smile grow just a little bit wider. He wondered which of them was enjoying this more, wondered what Samus Aran had done to his benefactor to inspire such sadistic glee.
His SporeSpawn lunged for her and Samus stumbled, struck by the mass of the shell and sent stumbling backwards. A seedpod struck her, holding on to her and slowing her down as it latched on to her armor, forcing her to her knees. She grimaced, her knife lashing out to free her trapped limb.
He looked at his benefactor, wondering why the seedpod hadn't cut through her soft human flesh or damaged her armor.
“I don't want her marked,” his benefactor whispered, her eyes not leaving the screen. There was a sickness in her eyes, a sheen that promised something not quite sane. “Not permanently.”
Samus was hissing as she moved now, her hair surrounding her like a golden halo as the sun set on the north side of YS7-23. Some of the seedpods were getting through her defenses, attaching themselves to her armor or her flesh, most of them seeking out the spaces between her cobbled protection.
“I have an idea,” Brannigan said. “You want her caught by one of the SporeSpawns, right? Doesn't matter which one?”
“It doesn't matter,” his benefactor muttered. “Nothing matters so long as she learns.”
“Okay,” Brannigan grinned, his mandibles clicking excitedly. “She's getting tired, making mistakes, and she knows it. This should save us some time. Go right there... yes, there. Now, pause your 'Spawn and open its shell.”
His benefactor did as she was told, the place she had paused her SporeSpawn within reach of Samus, but also just in reach of where his 'Spawn was still weaving a deadly pattern. He moved his weapon away, watching her through the Kaayes, waiting.
Come on, Brannigan thought, glaring at the hesitant warrior. This might be your only chance. You have to know that. Where's the brave little girl that-
His thoughts were cut off when Samus surged forward, running underneath his SporeSpawn and leaping up for his benefactor's. Her knife flashed out, catching the lip, her muscles straining as she pulled herself up and towards the SporeSpawn's core. She wasn't even steady before she pushed forward, lashing out with her sword, striking at the core and causing the SporeSpawn to wilt.
“Smack her with the Kaayes!” Brannigan ordered. His benefactor started, surprised, but nonetheless she took control of the floating eye, making it dart forward, slamming into Samus' tight stomach with enough speed and force to send her sprawling beyond the confines of the shell.
Samus lashed out, throwing her dagger and catching the Kaayes with a glancing blow that was still strong enough to splatter the fruit. His benefactor cursed as she switched the view from the now destroyed eye to the internal cores of the SporeSpawn, the monitors now much more limited, her eyes closing and her lips straining.
She is psychic, Brannigan thought. Calling on more Kaayes, I think. Means she needs to think when she's calling on her power and doesn't expect it, but otherwise I think she can control everything on the planet. How interesting... and weren't the Vhozons targeting the Kaayes back on RK18-94...?
Dismissing such thoughts for the moment, Brannigan chuckled as he had his SporeSpawn snatch up the falling form of Samus Aran. His benefactor leaped to her feet and clapped, her face a painting of delight as the shell snapped shut around Samus and the semi-solid goo that coated the interior of the SporeSpawn's shell began to slither up and around the surprised Hunter.
She shouted and tried to defend herself, but the slithering mass of viscousity held her, slipping between the cracks of her hands and forcing her fingers open, stripping her weapons from her. She viciously twisted, trying to pull herself free, but the goo followed her movements as it seeped between armor and flesh. Samus' eyes went wide with some horror Brannigan couldn't guess at.
“We've already started teaching her,” his benefactor giggled, answering his unasked question. “I'll show you the feed later. Show you the feed. We were just waiting for you to help complete her training.” The girl beside him tilted her head back and laughed, falling bonelessly into her chair, hugging herself as she stared with rapt attention at the monitors. More video feeds sprang up, showing the progress of the golden mass as it seethed further along the captive Hunter's flesh, tracking its progress.
Samus continued to struggle, her relexes doing nothing to keep her free as the golden liquid slithered up and around her, tracing every curve, every contour and line. She opened her mouth and screamed, staring at the core with a terrible ferocity, the scream changing utterly when the liquid forced its way into her most intimate fold. She kicked out, lashing helplessly against the invader that was filling her to capacity, but then she tensed and went still, eyes still wide and lips parted in a full throated scream.
The goo was having trouble entering her rear, Brannigan saw. Samus was clenching those muscles to keep that passage pure but the liquid seeped in and widened, spreading her and filling this hole just as it had the other. Samus' eyes went impossibly wider, her expression one of shock and panic as she was spread.
“She'll learn,” his benefactor giggled. “She'll learn and we'll be the ones that teach her.”
The goo around Samus quivered and the helpless girl quivered with it, her entire body strung taut by whatever sensation was being forced into her. Cheeks flushed and full, Samus sagged only when the girl beside him turned a dial and brought the solidifying liquid to a pause.
“That was quick thinking,” his benefactor said, turning from the unconscious and thoroughly filled girl on the screen, turned to where he sat and stared. “The thing with the Kaayes. That was very well done.”
“Thank you,” Brannigan said, only just managing to look away from the limp form of the defeated Hunter. “I beat her before, too.”
“I remember,” his benefactor purred, bringing her legs underneath her hips. “I read your file. I know what happened. Do you think she deserves what we've done so far?”
“She deserves more than this, Doctor.”
“Doctor is too formal, my dear dear friend,” the girl giggled. “You can call me Melissa.”
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