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Metroid: Rebirth	By : TarnishTear Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 10236 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Prolog
- 2-Chapter One: Hatchling
- 1
- 2
Author�s Note: By popular demand, Chapter one is here! Sorry it took so long, I was having trouble getting it juuuust right. I�m still not completely happy with it, but it�s as good as it going to get without me becoming a better writer. The only way to do that is with practice, and the only way to practice is to keep writing.
Chapter Two should be up in a couple of weeks, though.
The Prolog has also been revised to fix typos and spelling errors. The events therein still unfold the same, so re-reading isn�t necessary.
Without further ado�

Chapter One

Hatchling
�Life will find a way.�

Dr. Ian Malcolm, Jurassic Park

Then (Eight Weeks Prior)

Her breath, even and controlled, echoed in her helmet. Alien soil, with all its unknown particulates, crunched beneath her boots with each step. Her arm cannon was up and ready, though she did not brace it with her left hand or take aim at anything just yet. Its yellow-gold glow was soothing to her, more familiar than her own face, and twice as infallible. Samus took four more steps deeper into the room of stone and metal she found herself in, looking from side to side from any sign of dander or hostility, before she suddenly froze in mid-step.
She had no idea where she was. Worse, she had no idea how she had got there.
The realization might have caused a lesser woman (and some men) to panic, but she was simply not the type. She was Samus Aran, what most people called the unexpected and unexplained, she called Tuesday. It came with the territory when you were bounty hunter (and occasional hero, she begrudgingly admitted to herself) of her stature. Methodically, switched her visor to scanning mode, even as she opened a comm channel to Adam, her ship�s onboard computer.
�Adam, where the hell are we and how the hell did we get here?� she demanded. As she waited for a response, she switched her visor to x-ray, thermal, then finally night-vision as she scanned the room. The more she looked around, the more unsettled she felt. There was pit of coldness forming in her stomach. Not fear, but genuine dread. The last time she had felt like this, Mother Brain was looming over her, glowing white-hot with gathering telekinetic energy. Her armor was broken and unresponsive, and there was nothing to stop her old foe from delivering what was sure to be a very painful coup de gr�ce. Until, suddenly, there was�
Samus shook her head. That was not train of though she needed to go down right now. She turned her full attention back the her and now, trying to ignore the growing dread she felt, and the dying scream of
(child/daughter/savior)
the hatchling that echoed in her skull. Yet, the more she ignored both and examined the area, the greater they became. The Metroid hatchling�s scream and subsequent explosion, roared in her mind, blotting out almost all thought, and the cold in her belly spread through her veins. She froze, as if she had been hit by an ice beam and crippled by it as surely as the Metroid, whose DNA she now shared, would have been.
Realization hit like missile. The ice was shattered, the screaming stopped abruptly. She gasped aloud in spite of herself, her jaw dropping as she did.
She knew where she was. The ground beneath, covered with sand and soil� but beneath that, studded metal could be seen. She craned her neck, and sure enough, there was gaping hole in the ceiling of the cave, just big enough for an armored human to fall through. She lowered her head and looked straight in front of her, her back to a featureless wall. There was another cave mouth there, the floor of which was elevated a good two meters from the ground, creating a platform she would have to jump on to reach the cave. Beyond that cave, there would be a way back to the surface of this planet. She knew all this because he had been here before.
She was in the lair of the Metroid Queen.
She was standing in the same spot she had been in when she first spaced-jumped her way into the room. The Metroid Queen had thundered out of the cave she was looking at; a massive, quadruped behemoth that spat plasma and had teeth nearly as large as Samus entire body. Teeth that had proven sharp enough to cut through her Varia suit in several places, and jaws powerful enough to drive those teeth into her flesh. The beast had been enraged, bellowing and roaring, screaming in fury at the gold-suited woman who had come into to its home, and killed its children. When it attacked, it was with the vengeance only a mother could understand. Samus, on the other hand, only saw a target. A significant threat, yes. A being that could end her life, armor or no armor, no question. In the final analysis, however, it was still just a target. She had been sent to wipe out all Metroid life on SR388, and killing the queen would compete her task. The battle was long and hard, and might have ended differently if the Queen wasn�t so consumed by vehemence. In the end, it had been Samus that walked away.

If I only knew then what I know now, the bounty hunter thought, surprising herself yet again. She hook her head to clear it. Just what was with her today?
�Focus, Aran!� she told herself aloud. The helmet�s external speaker was off, so the sound never made it past her visor. �What is wrong with this picture?�
The answer was simple. This chamber, the whole damn planet, had been blown to hell. She would know, she was the one who did it. She had sent BSL space station, along with it seconds-away-from-critical-mass reactor screaming to the planet�s surface, wiping out the world and the X-parasites in one blow. So how could she be here?
It was then she realized that Adam had not replied. She keyed up her radio once more. �Adam, do you copy?� She waited, but no reply from the computer was forth coming. She dialed up the volume on her helmet�s radio receiver� and there was still nothing. Not static, not interference, not jamming� literately nothing but silence, and the sound of her own breathing.
Samus� lisp tightened into a thin line. Too many questions, not enough answers. She had to get to the surface, and go from there. She immediately broke into a run, then jumped, tucking her body into a perfect mid air summersault, protected by the energy of her Screw Attack. She pulled out of her roll and landed on the platform on her feet, knees slightly bent. She soon stretched and prepared to head into the cave that would in turn lead to a shaft that would get her out of here.
She took a single step, then everything went wrong.
Without warning, her breath caught in her throat, and she started choking. She reflexively raised to left hand to her neck and she staggered backwards in surprise, unable to breathe. When her questing fingers didn�t find anything around her neck from the outside of her suit, she tried to take another breath. Air filled her lungs easily enough, but her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a soundless scream as it did. The air she was breathing was burning all the way down, as though someone one had just poured liquid fire through sinus cavity, all the way down to her lungs.
An irrational thought filled her mind as her chest burned: I need to get this helmet off! The logical part of her mind, the side that was a professional mercenary, told her that was crazy, that the air on SR388 would kill her within minutes. By this point the pain was so great that she lost her footing, falling heavily to one knee, right arm and the attached arm cannon bracing most of her weight. Worse that that, she began to feel light headed, and her vision began to tunnel. The pain quickly became a blessing, as it gave her something to focus on, and push back unconsciousness for long enough to do what she had to do.

Looks like you�re dead either way, Aran, she had time to think before she reached back up to her neck with her left hand, and her fingers closed on the latch there. A forceful tug coupled with mental command, and she tore her helmet off with such force that it flew from her desperate fingers. She was faintly aware of hearing it land somewhere behind her, in the lower section of the room. She was more concerned with throwing her head back and opening her mouth to take in a huge lungful of air.

Good job, Aran. Now, marvel as your lungs explode, she thought crazily, and took in a deep, shuddering breath.
The air was a bit stale, and oddly damp in the chamber, but otherwise completely breathable. She took in hungry lungful after hungry lungful, and felt the fire in her airway cool, her vision return, and her light-headedness passed. Blue eyes snapped open in amazement and gratitude as she looked up at the ceiling for a few more gasps, before letting her head fall forward to look at the ground, her hair spilling around her face to create a golden curtain that hid the room from her sight.
�What�� she said once she was sure her voice would work. She paused to take in another deep breath of air, �the hell� was that?�
Samus carefully rose to her feet, her left hand partially out stretched to catch herself should she fall again. Once standing, she looked over the edge for her helmet. Something had to be wrong with the armor�s environmental controls, she figured, but she would need access to her HUD to fix it. That didn�t explain how she was breathing fine now, but one mystery at a --
Samus felt a sudden tightness in her stomach. The sensation soon spread, down to her legs and feet, upwards to her to her shoulders and across her arms. The feeling only intensified with each heartbeat, until she was again robbed of breath. Only this time, it was because her lungs couldn�t expand as her chest felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. It was almost as though her armor was shrinking... or she was growing. Either way, it had to come off. Now.
Before she could make a move, the joints of her armor at her knees and elbows began to spark and buckle from within, as if under tremendous pressure. The armor over her legs began to warp next, followed by her chest. Her face contoured in pain, but she didn�t scream. Partly out of pride, but mostly because screaming required air, and that was one thing Samus was doing without for the second time in as many minutes. The groan of reluctantly bent metal echoed through the chamber, as was soon coupled with the cracking and popping of electricity and small sparks of fire as vital circuits and power conduits were twisted out of shape, blown, and shorted out. If Samus hadn�t been so busy blacking out, she would have been horrified as her Varia suit lit up suit with countless explosions all around her, grow dark, then finally fall of her body to clang loudly on the ground. There was a bizarre finality in their staccato impacts as it echoed around the room, amplified and multiplied by some trick of acoustics. Her arm cannon was the last to fall. It was still mostly intact, broken only where its silvery hosing had been attached to her armor. It marinated its soft, familiar glow as it hit the ground and rolled about a meter before laying still, and grew dark itself.
Gasping for air, Samus shivered as she stood in the middle of the pile the of broken Chozo technology, clad in the tank top and shorts she typically wore under her suit. The room was cooler than she excepted, but that had nothing to do with why she was shivering. Nor did it have anything to do with the fact she was effectively stuck here without her armor. Now that she could breathe, now that the armor was no longer squeezing the life out of her, she was feeling an entirely new sensation.
She brought her hands and arms before her face, opened her eyes and looked down at herself.
It hadn�t been the armor at all. She was growing.
She looked at her hands, ordinarily thin and dainty with on the occasional callus. The looked bigger now, more rounded and plumb. As she watched on, stunned into silence, they grew bigger still, as if they were being inflated. As did her hands, and upper arms. All the while the new feeling, that strange sensation that had taken over since her armor fell apart, grew more intense. It wasn�t confusion, which she it occurred to her she should be feeling, nor was it fear, which is what she ought to be feeling. What she felt was a the fluttering of her heart, a tingle in her fingertips, a tensing of her muscles� this was anticipation. Excitement over what would come next. An the heels of those feelings came another one: Rightness. Completion. This was the way things were supposed to be.
Samus looked down at her chest. The growing was happening there to, but it was not centered there. Rather, the rest of her torso and belly seemed to be trying to catch up with the natural swell of her breasts. This created the illusion that her growing body was all but swallowing her breasts, the way the tip of a balloon flattened out as it neared its full capacity. Her legs were growing as well, but as an apparently slower rate. Before long her swollen upper body was too heavy for them, and she found falling on her knees once more, using her distended and still growing arms for support. Now on all fours, pain began to harsh the edge of her bizarre bliss as her top began to cut in her chest. The seams of the garment put up considerably less of a fight than her armor had, and gave way almost at once. The resulting rip was fast enough to be considered instant, filling the hall with a tear that sounded like a pop. Her top fell to the ground, unnoticed, and her body continued its strange transformation. When her bottoms followed suit a moment later, Samus barely noticed. Naked on her hands and knees, Samus took in a deep breath of the poisoned air. As her body grew larger still, all traces of feminine athletic tone long since vanished in bulging, shapeless, pudgy flesh, she felt the sudden urge to bear down. She did so without a second thought.
Aside from being trapped in the confines of her armor then her clothes, Samus had yet to feel any pain. As she tightened the one-taunt muscles in her abdomen, arms, and chest in unison, that changed. A electric flash of pain shot through her head from temple to temple, and she screamed loudly once in spite of herself. That same charge also flashed in her chest, her undulating belly, and - this was a surprise that made her gasp aloud, between her legs. Unlike the pain she had felt in her head, however, the trilling pulse she felt in the rest of her body didn�t vanish an instant latter. In unison they pulsed again, and Samus eyes went wide as she gave a strangled cry. A few moments later, it hit her again, slightly stronger this time, and her cry of pain crew louder. Before she could catch her breath, a third pulse laced down from her chest and up from her crotch to coverage on the writing agony that seem to fester and grow in her stomach. This time, a genuine scream unlike any she could remember giving since she was a child, tore free from her lips. She threw her head back and yelled at the top of her lungs, eyes shut so tight, a thin trail of tears being to trickle from their corners to run down her face. Samus had never felt pain like this before, and yet there was no panic in her mind. As her scream faded due to lack of air, the blast of pain once again centered on her stomach, only this time, she bit the scream back, and grunted angrily through clenched teeth. She could handle it. She had to handle it. It would all be worth it when --

When what? Samus thought in her first moment of clear thought since her change begun. What is happening to me?
Neither her mind nor body had any answer for her, but the sense of rightness remained. That this had to happen. That she needed it happen. Whatever it was on the other side of the this pain was worth it.
And maybe, in some dark corner of her mind, she thought she deserved to hurt a little bit.
A question came to her: What Price Genocide? The voice which spoke in her mind, was not her own, but maddeningly familiar nonetheless.
A new flare-up of pain soon derailed her train of thought, this time in her head. She felt as if her entire skull had been rammed into a Tetriaolc alloy wall. Screaming wasn�t even an option as her whole world went white from the pain� and another pulse flashed, this time from her crotch, matching the pain with an equal amount a pure, animalistic pleasure. The opposing sensations washed over Samus, confusing her and even managed to distract her from what came next. She felt as well as heard the bones her head and face shatter, the resulting fragments begin to flow and twist with under her skin without ever the surface. The agony was excruciating, but just when it started to become too much, another pulsation from her sex washed it away in dizzying, raw lust. Samus felt her eyes spinning madly in their sockets as her brain tried to process what she was feeling. She actually felt it give up and being to shut down, and her world began to fade to black around her
Her mind blanked of conscious thought, over stimulated to the point of shutdown, the changes to Samus� face proceeded quickly. Her features twisted out of shape as he nose and mouth eloigned, and fused, becoming a snout. Her mouth lolled open as her grip on awareness slipped, and her teeth fell out one by one, replaced in her now much larger mouth by long, viscous fangs. Her tongue, now nearly a meter in length, hung freely outside her slack jaw, and her lips receded and vanished, placing her new fangs in full display. The pain that heralded this latest change was left as quickly as it came, but the throbbing from her crotch did not; if anything it grew only more intense� and rapid.
�UHHHHHHH!� Samus moaned, as she found herself beginning to come to. Or rather, she tried to moan. The sound that actually issued from her new monstrous face was more of a cross between a bellow and a full-throated roar. Her eyes spun from their new position on the sides of her head, looking for the source of the roar. Her inability to focus on anything made her dizzy, but that was soon the last of her concern. The pain was back, not as intense this time, but more than enough to cause her to cry out again, her new voice a mix between a human yell, and the cry of a --
Between her legs, Samus felt the tell-take dampness of her own (confounding) arousal, and a soreness centered around her clit that was as familiar yet as unexplainable as everything else. Now the pulsing there quickened in its intensity so much it was practically a vibration. So when the pain did return and funnel down her neck and back, she almost didn�t care. The sense of rightness, of necessity was also back, having abandoned her when the pain had begun. She held on tight to that feeling, because it was the only thing that made sense anymore. Morse so than the growing heat in her belly... or the electric desire forming unbidden, unwanted between her legs. So she held on tight to that, and tried not to scream as the transforming pan laced down across her shoulders to her arms, transform her hands into giant-three-fingered claws, each tipped with a massive talon. And when the sexual arousal peaked to mask the feeling of her vertebrae suddenly poking threw her skin to form and armored shell that covered her back, she cried out only once, then rode the waves of pleasure that her body seemed determined to give her until the agony subsided. Only it was never truly gone; it move on to her hips, where it split. Part of it slide on down her legs changing both them and her feet in the same way her hands had been changed. The rest rammed down to her tail bone, which soon burst free of her skin to form a tail, and this time she did scream in from both the agony and the orgasm that tore though her body.
Then, finally, mercifully, the pain was gone.
Samus, or the thing that until a few moments ago had been Samus, panted loudly trying to catch her breath. She/it tried to ignore the growling sound that issued from her own throat as she/it inhaled, and instead focused on that feeling that had gotten her/it through this without going insane: That feeling of conviction, that this would all be worth it.
It was there, and she/it breathed a heavy sigh of relief, closing her/its now red eyes as she/it did so. Only�
Her eyes opened slowly. I�m not done, the Samus-thing realized. There is something else I have to do. But what?
Then the unknown voice came to her/it again, the same one that had asked her/it the question about genocide. It spoke one word, but the word was a command.

Push.
Samus-thing blinked. She/it did feel rather -- full�
Bracing her/its self on all four legs in a wide stance that somehow felt completely natural, Samus bore down with her abdominal (of they still could be called that) muscles. At once she felt her body react, as an opening that had once been in-between her legs but was now just below her tail began to widen. Something was inside there�something so large that it screeched her insides as it was pushed out. The feeling of conviction and certainty grew as it made it was outside of her. It hurt a little bit, but no where near as much as it seemed it should. And nothing like the pain of a few moments ago. If she could only see what it was�
The Samus-thing tired to turn her neck to see, and was only slightly surprised when it lengthened and stretched, making it not only possible to see her own backside, but easy as well. Along the way there, she stopped short as she noticed her body for the first time. The sight of it all broke her concentration and for a moment, she stopped pushing. What portion of her skin she could see still retained its human coloring as did her new tail, but her back was covered with a green chitonis shell of bone. Her arms and hands become forelegs and feet, powerful looking and decidedly alien, each as big as her whole body had been before all this weirdness had begun. Her rear legs were slight larger and even more powerful looking. In fact, there didn�t seem to be a single visible portion of her exposed skin that wasn�t ripping with potent muscle tone. She shook her head in disbelief at every trace of her humanity being so effectively erased.. And was surprised to feel as well as see blonde hair bounce around her new head. At least there�s that, she surprised herself by thinking. That prompted another head shake. What kind of reaction is that, and why does the new me looks so fam --
Once more her thoughts were interrupted as the large -- thing inside her began to put still more pressure on her internal organs, probably from lack of movement. Samus-thing resumed her pushing at once, her reaction automatic� almost instinctual. She watched as she lifted her tail out of the way, revealing an orifice that was only slightly different than her own vagina had been, what, 20 minutes ago? The pushing was becoming more difficult, and the Samus-thing grunted with effort. The pain grew suddenly as the thing (it was white, she could see that now, and damp with some kind of green-black natural lubricant) began to crown. As soon as the pain began, the was a correspond wave of pleasure, which Samus sized on with her mind , and pushed with all her might.
The object plodded free of the Samus-thing with a rush of the same lubricant as before. It was oval shaped, and perhaps half as tall as she had been�before. Samus couldn�t smile now that she was sans lips, but she certainly wanted to.
�An egg,� she said aloud. Her new voice was gravely, but oddly soft. Warm.
Maternal.
The egg began to glow softly, even as it began shake violently.
Samus gasped as realization sunk in. Why she was here, why she had changed, what she had just laid. Three things happened then in rapid succession:
First, she felt genuine joy swell in her heart for the first time ever in life.
Second, the top of the eggshell shattered, and the tiny translucent cap of its sole occupant began to rise to fly out of that hole
Finally, Samus Aran woke up.

**********
There was no reactionary, mindless thrashing when Samus� eyes snapped open as she took in sharp, surprised breath. The muscles on her abdomen and arms tensed for a second, ready to executed the practiced roll across the matters and on to the floor, where a hidden compartment in the box springs of the bed waited, her fully charged Paralyzer Pistol within it. She willed herself to calm down however. She was alone. There was no threat. Samus felt her muscles relax, and allowed her eyes to close, through sleep was now a distant memory.
�Lights,� she murmured as her eyes re-opened., her voice thick with sleep. Abruptly, the bedroom was flooded with lights as the overhead LED�s flashed on to full intensity, blinding her.
Covering her eyes with her hands, Samus hissed her teeth. �Lights to one-quarter!� she snapped at the apparently very simplistic enrviro-comp the room had been fitted with. Simplistic though it may be, the lights overhead dimmed at once, transforming the Perma-noon of a moment ago to a much more bearable, sepia-toned afternoon. She lowered her hands from her face, and started up at the bare ceiling, her breathing slowing to its normal rate. In retrospect, she was glad that the lights had defaulted to full intensity. The surprise, pain, and anger of the moment managed to blot out several other feelings. Feelings she knew she had to deal with soon; feelings she fully intended to deal with, but there were other, more important matters to deal with first. So she ignored her pounding heart and her painfully erect nipples. She ignored the rhythmic throbbing of the traitor hidden by her panties between her legs, and the dampness she felt there.

This was not the time for that.
Samus threw off the blanket -- little more than a sheet really -- that she was laying under. She sat up moment later, causing the right shoulder strap if the white cami she was wearing to slip of and fall to the middle of her bicep. This exposed her right breast to the slightly cooler air, and Samus suppressed a shiver even as she swung her bare legs and feet over the side of the bed, and pulled the offending garment back into place as she stood up. Now fully awake, she padded silently across the smallish room to the desk on the other side. She didn�t look down, didn�t want to see where the white material of her panties had been damped to transparency.
A large duffel and slight smaller tote bag rested against the desk. Samus sat in the armless metal desk chair and reached over to the tote bag�s side pocket. Even in the low light, she was easily able to find and undo the zipper in short order. From the opened pocket, she produced a device roughly the size of her thumb, colored a golden-yellow. It was more or less cylindrical in shape, only one end tapered of to a point that faintly resembled a talon, while the other boasted a universal connecter. She wasted no time in inserting that end into the appropriate slot (choosing to ignore the inherent symbolism in the act) on the desk before her; a desk that had come with the room and was actually a computer terminal. It was pretty standard one for a room like this; with only a rudimentary access to the Network, and only enough processing power for a wayward business man to seen a quick holo home before looking up the latest ball game scores or number for the closest escort service. Or both. Naturally, this would all be monitored and recorded by the front desk, for use in billing upon check out. Or rather, it would have been monitored, if Samus little comm drive hadn�t just hijacked the system.
�If they can�t keep up with technology created thousands of years ago by an extinct race, that�s their fault,� Samus mused aloud as screen of the terminal came to life. It was holographic display that floated in the air above the desk itself. As far as the front desk of the hotel she was at knew, she was placing an order for Thracainian ale from a bar on the other side of the city. In reality, the empty interior of her ship appeared on the screen.
�Adam, status report,� she said without preamble.
�Good evening to you too, Lady,� Adam replied in his usual gravelly voice. Samus watched as the darkened interior her gunship began to light up, but only partially. Lunar orbit was a long way from here, but best not to take chances with a full power-up just yet. �I was sleeping, you know.�
�No you weren�t,� said Samus, a dangerous edge her tone. One of her hands was resting on the desk, ready to yank out the drive that had taken over the computer, bit the index finger of her other hand (her right hand; her action hand she couldn�t help but notice) was tracing circles on her thigh, almost without her releasing it. She forced it to stop and lay still. That only served to make it shake with barely contained tension, so she clasped her thigh tightly instead.
Adman saw none of this as the holo field only caught and displayed Samus on his side from about the neck up. What he did notice, however was the tone of her voice. �When he spoke again, all trace of levity was gone. �The Federation Task Force is still looking for you beyond the moons of Valdek. The various Independent Investigators hired by BSL are all chasing the numerous shadows you set up. There is zero chatter from any of them that would lead me to suspect they know where you really are.�
Samus nodded. �Good.� Her eyes narrowed. �And what of Doctor Dalton?�
�For the head of BSL�s most vital research division, he�s awfully sloppy when it comes to OPSEC,� Adam said, disgust evident in his voice. �He�s home computer schedule isn�t encrypted and he sticks to his routine without fail. He�s the softest target I�ve ever seen. If the Space Pirates ever get their act back together and deiced they want to kidnap him�� he let the sentence trial off.
Samus �hmphed� to herself and shifted slightly in her chair. She managed to ignore soppy, wet sound of her own arousal, but could not ignore the feeling it gave her. Samus bit her lower lip to keep from moaning, but began to flex and release her kegel muscles. Any relief at this point would be welcome.
�I�m moving up the time table. We get to Dalton tomorrow night.�
Reduced to data, the man who had once been Adam no longer had a face. That didn�t stop Samus for picture him arching an eyebrow in puzzlement when she spoke next. �Five days ahead of schedule?� he asked. �Proper surveillance is key to an operation like this, Lady. This is BSL Headquarters we�re talking about here, not some two-bit Pirate base. Their security is tighter, their guards much better shots --�
Samus wasn�t entirely sure when the hand that hand been clenching her thighs made it way between her legs. All she knew is that she was now cupping her warm sex with her right hand, and she didn�t want it to stop. She crossed her legs tightly, an action that bough her a few moments even as it drove her helplessness home; her fingers could no longer continue their careful rubbing there, but neither could she remove her hand.
�It�s getting worse,� she told Adam through clenched teeth, interrupting his lecture.
There was silence for a few seconds before Adam finally asked, �How bad is it?�
The fingers of her right hand, pinned though they were, still managed wiggle ever so slightly against the gusset of her panties. The sensation of the soaked garment rubbing the very tip of her partially exposed clitoris sent a rush of unwelcome euphoria through her. Her eyes half closed, and her began to roll back before her mind to catch up with her body.

No! she told herself, and bit her lower lip again. Hard. Then harder still. She tasted the coppery tang of blood on her tongue before the pain was great enough to overcome the pleasure. Her mind cleared and, for the moment, her fingers were still.
�Bad,� she replied once she trusted her voice not to quake. Even then, her tone had dropped to a lusty, breathless rumble that neither of them could ever remember hearing her use before. �Every time I close my eyes, Adam. Every. Single. Time. I don�t know what BSL did to me, to the Metroid DNA they put in me, but whatever it is, its changed me, and I don�t just mean my brand new vulnerability to cold or my ability to absorb X-parasites. Its still changing me, and it has got to go before it makes me into something�� In herm mind�s eye Samus saw a flash from her dream, of a hulking four-legged Metroid Queen with blonde hair as its crown. �� into something�not me,� she finished.
She felt her fingers begin their work again without any input for her own wants or desires, and added silently, It has to go, while there�s enough of me left to fight it. Because it gets harder each time�
The silence from the other end of the line stretched out a bit father this time. Long enough for Samus to begin to question if the link had been somehow severed. �Tomorrow night it is,� Adman replied finally, allying her fears. �The infiltration plan will have to be adjusted, but we can iron out the kinks in the morning. I�ll reexamine the blueprints and layouts of the building, while you get some rest.
The thought of closing her eyes filled Samus with genuine dread. �No,� she said sharply. �We�ll go over them together now. Display the heating-cooling duct systems again. I think --�
�I don�t think so, Lady!� Adam snapped, sound very much like the man he had once been instead the program he had become. �I get your scared, all soldiers get scared. And don�t feed me that crap about how �Samus Aran doesn�t get scared�! You�re human. Your body is berating you, and your mind is lying to you. If you weren�t scared right now, I�d seriously doubt your sanity. But staying up all night and all day would only spell disaster at go time. You need sleep, Lady. Get it anyway you can.� A pause, then Adam asked in a more gentle tone. �Is the stopgap still working?�
Samus nodded her head vigorously; a bit more vigorously than the situation called for. The careful and unsolicited ministrations of her right hand had robbed her of her voice.
�The use it.� Adam instructed. �Contact me in the morning for mission planning.�
The screen winked off, and Samus removed he comm-drive with her left hand, and finally allowed her head to roll backwards as a long moan rose from her throat to fill the room as it erupted from her lips. Her eyes slid closed, and she saw it again. The monster with golden hair. The Metroid Queen. Herself. One and the same.
�No�� she denied, but her voice was like a whisper, and she felt her legs begin to part. She tried to will them closed again -- was fairly certain that was the message her brain was trying to get across to the offending limbs, but they continued to slide open of their own accord. Her right hand sized on the opportunity, slipping past the elastic at the top of her panties to graze her clit directly.
Samus cried out once the both surprise and pleasure. It had never felt like this before, so sensitive, so alive -- ! Why fight it? Why fight at all when it felt this good and the sleep afterwards would be so fulfilling and deep?
In her minds eye the Queen/herself hauched low on all fours and began to push once more. Samus felt her fingers enter her sex easily, and she gasped. Her whole body tensed up, her back arching away from the chair, her legs now fully opened, the two middle finger of her right hand vanished inside her.. Her thumb had taken their post at her clitoris, and the resulting climax was surprising in both it quickness and intensity. Her own cry of release sounded alien to her ears.
After a moment, here muscles relaxed, and her eyes opened. Any trace of resistance had vanished from her expression, replaced with a blank look of wanton lust that was as wrong on her face as her scream had sounded wrong to her ears. The time for fighting had passed; a part of her had known it would come to this the very second she had woken up; had expected it, yes even longed for it. Samus withdrew her fingers (not surprised in the least that had regained control of them) from her cunt, and slid them into her own mouth without a moments hesitation. Her tongue rolled over the two digits with a desperation that would have been humiliating had anyone seen it, as she tried her best to lap up the vaguely salty, only slightly syrupy wetness from her fingers. At the same time, she reached over with her left hand to the tote bag, where she unzipped the main pocket. With the same ease as before, she produced large object from its hidden compartment. A black cylindrical object that tapered off on one side to a tip, and just over 17 centimeters in length but only an two and half around. She closed a tight fist over the object as she stood up and made her way back to the bed.
Once there, Samus paused only to bend over at the waist to remove her panties, the climbed onto the mattress, crawling over to more or less the middle of it. Once there, she remained on her knees as she strengthened her upper body, resulting in her keeling on the bed facing the headboard. She took the object in both hand, and pressed a switch found on the base. The device soon began to emit a low buzzing sound. Her fingers fiddled with another setting, and the buzzing became a drone of surprising volume, punctuated by a occasional, seeming random throb that nearly cased it leap from her hand. With a smile, she lowered the device down the front of her body, the tip buzzing and vibrating her skin as it went. From between her breasts, to her belly button, to lower still. Samus looked down at herself as she neared her target. She the smiled as she gilded the tip to her clit, where the vibrations soon teased it to full alert once more.
Samus took a deep breath, and closed her eyes:

As her vibrator was guided lower still, parting her pussy lips without ever entering her, Samus heard her self scream in frustration. But this scream seemed very far away. Where she was, there only The Hatchlings.
The Hatching is what the Chozo hand dubbed her as a child, and the name had stuck. But that was long ago. In the space that existed between her ears, the term Hatchling took on new meaning. For in that nowhere limbo of mind, Samus existed only as the Queen. The Hatchling had grown up.
The vibrator between her legs gave one if it sudden pulses, and Samus heard herself scream again, her voice becoming throat and raspy, her breath quick. In her mind she pushed and pushed the new muscles of her new body, felt the pressure of labor pains that were eclipsed by the pleasure as the vibrator was suddenly driven deep inside her. Samus screamed again, and her voice didn�t just sound alien, it was alien. A grabbled, high-pitched roar that she understood perfectly.
�Come to me!� she was screaming in the tongue of the Metroids. She felt herself collapse on the bed, driving the vibrator deep inside her body. It threw three of those sudden pulses in rapid succession. �Come to me and make me cum!� she screamed. �My children! My hatchlings!�
The monster than had been Samus felt her neither regions open wide , and out came a large white egg. On the mattresses in a hotel that was and infinitely close as it was infinitely far away, the body she had left fell over onto its side, griped in a orgasm so intense it looked like a seizure. And maybe it was.
The Queen gave birth again. And again. And again. And each time, there was pulse from the vibrator and Samus� orgasm started over. By the end of it, there were Ten eggs surrounding the Queen, and the final contraction of her tenth climax pushed the vibrator out of Samus body.
The eggs hatched en mass, and the Queen was surrounded by hatchlings. Her children. Joy filled her heart, joy and relief, even as the scene began o fade away. Metroids don�t have tear ducts, so she couldn�t cry.

Passed out and laying in pool of her own juices, Samus Aran cried tears of joy for her. No more dreams came to her that night.
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