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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 Daibon, GFDate 4034:0505
Keaton moved in and out of crowds, keeping his head down and his hands in his pockets – just one alien of many walking the long and crowded streets of Daibon. His species had long practiced the art of slinking around without notice and Keaton put every trick he knew to work, keeping an eye out for Kaayes and keeping his distance from them.
There hadn't been one of the plants in Anthony's office. He remembered that, remembered how much the absence of the plant had bothered him but could not think as to why it should; he didn't care how the man decorated his workspace, and why should he? The man did his job and did it well. That's what mattered, function over form. So why did it bother him?
He thought back to the written report of the attack on RK18-94, reviewing the small details mentally. The Vhozon hadn't started their assault on any military outpost or base, hadn't tried to cripple the moon's defenses or communication systems. They'd gone after the Kaayes farms there, seeking to wipe out the plants, but why?
Keaton did not think for one moment that the Kriken were on the level about the trade agreement, did not think that their Empire would allow for any sort of long term peace; they were predators, pure and simple, and he understood that as only another predator could. Ducking down an alley, then another, he mulled over what little he knew in his mind.
Colonel Sakamoto had been up to something on that bottleship and had tried to cover it up. There'd been a clone of Mother Brain, a human clone that was a synthesis of the canary biocomputer and Samus Aran herself. They'd also been working on anti-canary technology. Sakamoto and Samus had both vanished shortly after the incident, and then this.
He thought over his decisions, his reactions. Typically, he was discrete in practicing the less savory tendencies that came so easily to his species, favoring willing partners and always making certain that his hands were clean. He'd violated that rule several times since his secretary had gifted him with the Kaayes plant.
Mother Brain had those floating spheres she used to project her thoughts and presence, Keaton thought, remembering old reports he had read back when the original had proven to be such a threat. Could the clone have found a more organic counterpart? That would mean that she survived the incident at the bottleship, which wouldn't have been hard. Sakamoto botched everything there, or did he?
Keaton puzzled over various scenarios, working off the assumption that Sakamoto and the clone were working together, then scrapped that – Sakamoto had tried to kill the clone, the whole thing had exploded because of the man's incompetence. The clone would never have worked with him.
Who then? Well, consider: the money for this little project would have had to come from somewhere. And who has always favored more war mongering for greater power, who has always tried to engender fear so that he can play the part of the conquering hero?
“Vogl,” Keaton whispered. “It's always Vogl.”
He ducked down another alley, slipped into a group of students without them noticing. What would the Kriken get out of this? Maybe nothing? The original Mother Brain was capable of telepathically controlling hive minds, like the original Zebesians. What if the clone has found a substitute species? The Kriken aren't as dangerous as the Zebesians overall, but they're still sneaky and hard to fight. The Kriken Wars proved that much.
Okay. Let us assume that the clone has taken control of the Kriken Empire and is working with Vogl to spread the Kaayes into Federation territory, expanding the range of her powers and letting her influence people with subtle suggestion so as not to arouse suspicion. That's what I'd do in her place. What would be my next move?
Well, there's the problem of the Hunter. Keaton grimaced. And Sakamoto. She would have to deal with both, the former to ensure victory and the latter to keep her secret, to say nothing of revenge. That makes sense. So, what do I do about it?
He smiled. The answer was simple.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate 4034:0506
Two days went by before Brannigan tired of the game. He had the Zoomers cut Samus down before releasing control of them, watched as they scuttled away from the scene of the crime. He watched as she trembled, curling into herself, unable to determine what her latest penalty was in her currently mindless state.
He took pleasure in watching her come back to herself, laughing at the way she crawled to the closest body of water to wash the evidence of her loss from her face. She lay in the water for a time, her eyes open and staring hatefully up at the Kaayes that watched her.
Brannigan switched from one fruit to the next, watching her from different angles, enjoying the length and curves of her. She was already his – she just didn't know it yet.
She crawled out of the water, shook herself dry as best she could. She suffered the small steps that remained to her back to where she'd been so ruthlessly taken, the warm weather soon stripping the remaining water from her body. She knelt down, careful not to stretch her thighs as she retrieved her weapons. Brannigan smiled at that, smiled as she looked around with a scowl and continued west.
She has to be using the moss to orientate herself, he figured. Makes sense, what with no compass and no clear view of the sun. Clever little pet. We'll have to see how she takes to the rest of her training.
Melissa skipped over to the console and slipped into the seat beside him, looking at the image of the wandering Hunter.
“You let her go?” she asked, pouting. “I thought you wanted to keep her up there longer?”
“You said you wanted novelty,” Brannigan answered. “I aim to please you.” His benefactor giggled at this, blushing furiously and hiding half her face in her sleeve.
“What did you have in mind?” she asked.
Her laughter when he told her echoed throughout the room.

Planet YS7-23, GFDate ????:????
Samus scowled as she minced along, hating the limitations that had been inflicted upon her. She kept most of her attention on the ground, not wanting to suffer a penalty because of a misstep. The consequence of walking less than perfectly was still fresh in her mind, the evidence of what would happen to her still dripping down her thighs.
Her chest ached. She had no idea why her chest ached. Another sign that the carapace she had once claimed for her own protection had been turned against her. She hated it. Pushing at it, she gently tried to massage the dull ache of hidden skin, but the amber between shell and flesh continued to keep her fingers out. Scowling, she turned her attention back to the world around her.
The scuttling around her she ignored. If something came for her she knew there would be little she could do about it – her experiences with the Zoomers had taught her that. This wasn't a battle of bodies, despite what the Colonel wanted her to believe; this was a battle of wills, the weapons of the war not just pleasure and passion but also degradation, humiliation, deconstruction.
It seemed obvious now. He wanted to own her, wanted to make her over as a weapon he could use. She could clearly remember their confrontation on the Bottleship, his mocking tone when he'd deactivated her equipment using a localized version of the anti-Chozo technologies that his engineers had developed to render her, in his eyes, powerless.
That particular strategy hadn't worked out so well for him.
She had to grudgingly admit that this one was working out much better.
Back then she'd stood tall and proud against him, defiantly destroying every obstacle he had sought to assault her with. She could afford to do no less now. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she focused herself. There didn't seem to be any attacks coming at the moment.
Sighing, she rubbed a hand over the carapace hiding her stomach, not feeling any sensation along her tight midriff. Annoyed by everything, she looked around and spotted some low hanging fruit and tried to remember the last time she'd eaten anything other than Zoomer spunk. It bothered her that she'd completely lost all sense of time.
A few casual throws of her knife brought the reward of fruit falling to the ground. She gathered the fallen melons and, hearing a nearby stream, found a place to sit down and eat. She took her time peeling the fruit, savoring this moment of peace, looking up and down the stream while keeping an eye on the local fauna.
The first time she caught sight of Zoomers she felt her pulse quicken, an involuntary sliver of fear causing her to shudder. She stood up and prepared to try and escape, knowing that her efforts would count for nothing, but the scuttling insects ignored her. She watched, cautious, as the creatures took their fill from the water and left. A pair of Cacatacs did the same thing, pausing only to lean in her direction with curious rather than predatory intent.
Her pulse never quite settled, but she forced herself to sit and watch. The Zoomers came when the Cacatacs weren't present and shuffled off when the mobile flora approached. The longer it went on, the more comfortable she became, content to watch the monsters that had hounded and used her without fear or remorse.
There's an ecosystem here, she thought, using observation to try and calm her wounded nerves. I bet the SporeSpawn eat the Cacatacs, the Cacatacs eat the Zoomers, and the Zoomers eat... well, what do the Zoomers eat? She realized she didn't know. Watching, she edged herself closer to some, dreading that she might draw the creature's attentions but masking her fear under her desire to learn.
Subconcsiously, she knew her interest was a mask to hide the nervousness her predicament had -forced- within her. Consciously, she didn't care – it was something to take her mind off things and that was enough to keep her going.
The Zoomers eventually led her further down the stream, where they would pause over the edge of the water. Curious, Samus approached the shoreline to get a better view of what had drawn them to this point. Her nose wrinkled when she saw what was there – small collections of what looked like algae, about the width and length of her largest finger. The Zoomers slurped them down, their hunger not even making a dent in the writhing mass.
Once they'd had their fill, the Zoomers left. Samus crept in a little closer, curious, and saw that the worms were a little more solid than she'd initially though, each slithering line tightly defined but leaving a trail in its wake, a trail that others of its ilk would pass over and add to its own mass.
She wasn't sure if the creatures were feasting off one another's excretions or if they were engaged in some sort of mating ritual; either way she could not quite swallow her own sense of disgust. Her curiosity thoroughly sated, she turned her attention back to the way she had come, using the moss to orient herself before heading west once again.
It took her some time to notice that something was following her.
She sensed it more than heard or saw it, a slow trickling sensation that crept down her spine and made the small hairs along her back and arms stand up on end. Eyes wide, she hurried her mincing steps as much as she dared while looking around, trying to see what the latest threat to assail her would be.
There was no sign of Cacatacor or Zoomer and she hadn't noticed any other predators in the forest. For a moment she feared that maybe the Zebesians had followed her from out of the caves and fearful shivers ran throughout her body, slowing her down as she fought to keep her stride within the four inch limit that had been inflicted upon her.
Drawing her weapons, she turned and grit her teeth, placing her back to a tree. Running, she knew, was pointless – if something was going to take her the best she could do was try and fight before whatever it was had a chance to wear her down. Besides, as limited as she now was, there was no chance of her escaping whatever was coming for her.
Sword in one hand, dagger in the other, she stood ready and waiting, eyes looking for any sign of movement. What eventually emerged brought an unexpected smile to her face.
Really? She thought, unable to stop a smirk from crossing her features. She'd been so scared but there was only this, the slimes that the Zoomers had been feeding on, the lowest part of the food chain to be found in these woods. Really?
She wondered if the slimes were actually chasing her or if she'd just stumbled upon them and her paranoia had gotten the better of her. She waited, watching, dropping her guard a little as she watched the gooey mass meander its way towards her, the creatures not quite as fast as she was even in her reduced capacity.
Yep, they're definitely coming towards me, Samus thought, watching as the tangle rolled towards her, a carpet of the creatures following in her wake and heading towards her. She shook her head, took a few steps forward, raised her weapons and prepared to bring them down and
-penalty-
The word rang through her head when she raised her weapon, the amber below her carapace pressing against her. It started at the corner of her hips, tickling outward from the line of her hips, the pressure tracing up her belly, along her ribs, circling ever higher. She gasped and stumbled back, breaking the four inch limit, screaming as the thing in her rear came to life and filled her, stretched her, drove her quivering to the ground.
And still the pressure trailed up her torso, circling her breath, the amber suckling at her nipples like hungry mouths, molesting the soft underside of her chest, the pressure continuing to press against her abdomen even as her ass continued to fill and throb and writhe. She closed her eyes, weapons dropping from her hands, helpless to do anything but suffer the unwanted affections that assaulted her as the slimes slithered ever closer.
Moaning, ass in the air and hips rolling, the protection she had fought so hard to claim now molesting every part of her she had thought would be safe, Samus realized a single, simple, heartbreaking truth: the slimes were not the bottom of the food chain.
She was.
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