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Federation Farce	By : salarta Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 33680 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Metroid, Samus Aran or any Nintendo properties, its characters or any ideas or concepts contained herein. This story is a mere fan-made work, and I make no money or profit from its creation and dissemination.

Chapter List
- 1-Federation Farce
- 2-Federation Funship
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Tossing her long blonde hair, Samus Aran had but one thought.
Fuck. These. Assholes.
Ever since breaking free of their mind control, her new existence was one degradation after the next. How many days, weeks, months, years had they treated her this way? How long did their perversions last, the same perversions that placed her where she found herself now? She could be out there foiling Space Pirate plots. Gathering Metroid data. Scouring planets for Chozo artifacts. Anything, anything other than the current task set before her.
Ponytail swishing as she rolled her head, Samus arched her back and ground her pussy against the pole so generously installed for her use inside her ship. Her ship. Her ship. She had to remind herself of this fact every second she thought about its current state.
The Federation Funship, they called it. Its tacky name matched its tacky decor.
Pink fog rolled around her blue high heels from floor vents. Hot lights beamed upon the stage, burning blue and pink shame into her every inch of bare skin. The stench of booze and balls coiled to her nostrils, reminding her how it stained cloth, carpet and metal alike. If she ever regained control of her ship, that's one aspect she knew would never come out. The smell. Every time she stepped foot on her pride and joy for a mission in some forsaken galactic sector, a cocktail of cocks and cum would linger with its bad taste in her mouth.
These so-called features mixed with velvet drapes and a wood platform bearing the Galactic Federation emblem. Of course, none of these elements compared to the tackiest part of the room: Samus Aran herself.
Jiggling her boobs for these bastards, she leaned back and looked to the men with filthy narrowed bedroom eyes and a finger to her coquettish smile. Her other hand gripped the solid pole while she wrapped her thighs and slid her sopping dick pleaser against the length. Twirling, twirling, twirling around her built-in sex toy, she froze in that phase of her dalliance to give it a good old bump and grind. Lust crept up her crotch while a wet wind whistled over her sweaty boobs.
All of this, while she wore her 'Stripper Suit' of a blue thong and matching bikini top bearing her pink breast sigil. The triangle cups hardly hid her aureoles, leaving plenty of room for her new and improved rack to show its wobbly perfection. The flimsy strings held nothing, contained nothing, little better than a length of rope for her tits to hang themselves on. Deep internal chafing of her nipples against the cups' rough insides left them perky, expressing the sort of tip top shape expected from a Federation whore trained to serve and service her superiors. Every part of the Stripper Suit screamed dickslut perfection, and with a body like hers, few could deny she certainly aroused 'peak potential' in all her gazed upon her sultry dance.
A detail not lost on the Federation Force. So consumed was Samus by sleazy allure, that as she shook her melons from side to side and winked, the men threw another round of old Earth singles.
"Daaaaamn. Just when I think she can't get any trashier, she tops herself," Red said, savoring the sight of all those greens fluttering around their fuck puppet.
"Asshole," Samus muttered, as the perpetual smile painted on her unwantedly loving face twisted it into a proclamation of affection.
"Hey Samus," Blue bellowed. "If you want a real bounty for that slutty booty, get your ass down here."
She obeyed. Swearing, stewing, she obeyed. Slinking down the pole, she pressed her forehead against cold steel and pulled her bowed legs inward. Her full butt waved slowly over the edge with her hypnotic gyrations, sleazing into Blue's reach. The pull of her thong brought her whole back end closer to him, letting the marine see a sparkle among her soaked thighs.
"Brace yourself Princess, this is the strong stuff."
From the moment the bastard pressed his precious prize against her withering hole, Samus knew exactly what it was: a Metroid sample. Its chilled chamber cascaded numbness across her thick and juicy ass with such fervor that she hardly felt its vibrations. Her cheeks wobbled, jiggled, bounced, following the sex toy vial's waves on waves of stimulation that the stripper known as Samus Aran couldn't even enjoy. The cold robbed her of that thrill, leaving her with only one sensation to her name.
"HNGH!" she cried, as the vial slammed its way deeper of its own accord.
Its jackhammering simulation of a good pounding kept Samus on her toes. Literally. Harder, deeper, higher. Higher. Her moans reached new octaves and her poor ankles stretched all five feet eleven inches of her shortened frame as she stood up and slammed her crotch against her pole. Her sloppy G-cups pressed against her smooth metal master, consuming all they could as the meager string between her cups popped open and rebound themselves. In a matter of milliseconds, the pole's slender goodness found its place between the pair. Like a key in a lock, it simply fit. Her bosom nestled the length, caressed it like a long lost lover, bristling with passion enough to send shockwaves of bliss all through the weak and girly ex-hunter.
"Havin' fun, sugar tits?" Yellow said.
"Fuck you me," Samus sputtered back. Her legs wobbled and knees gave out as her cunt slid along the pole, kissing its curved length on her way down. The painful pulse in her head as she tried, and failed, to speak her own words ensured easy compliance with her suit's forced persona of an easy woman. "Oooooh, fuck me. Show me what a dirty whore I am."
Right as she said it, the magic phrase, the vial found its home. The final thrust rammed it past her weak little pucker, gave it room to clench. Hot, horny, tingling warmth flooded the pink Chozo marking on her back as it glowed confirmation. Her deformed Zero Suit had its latest toy. She moaned through her puffed up pussy's jolts of joy, screamed as it rippled through her soft arms and legs, hitting the base of her spine with a marksman's aim. Her Galactic Federation tramp stamp sizzled, waiting for a sign.
It got what it needed with a loud beep and the most fucking irritating sentence Samus ever heard: "Federation Force, use of Samus' ass has been authorized."
Despite herself, a sigh of pure joy escaped Samus' smutty lips when the vial dissolved. Energy-matter converters. Her Zero Suit's key function freed her anus for extra storage, yet by Federation design, it kept her feeling full. No, not just full. Stuffed. As the vial's cold dispersed, her suit coaxed her nerves to satisfaction with liberating phantom girth.
When her back Chozo markings finally lost their shine, Samus basked in the coital glow left across and throughout her whole slaked self. No man, no Pirate, nothing brought the kind of release she found in Federation dickery. Her hatred for the mockery they made of her prowess found its limits only in this brief reverie. It was a time of weakness, a time of loss, when all sense evaporated like cummy cock sweat... and she showed it.
"You like that, Sammy?" Green asked.
"Mmmm..." she barely answered, batting her pretty blue eyes toward him.
One system left. Within hours, she would find herself standing before a Federation council, presenting for their pleasure while the Federation Force extracted the absolute last thing she wanted these god-playing bastards to have. And she didn't care anymore.
Let them have all the Metroids they wanted. Let them demote her, and demote her, and demote her, until even first year cadets had the authority to tell her to go fuck herself on a whim. She was Samus Aran, Federation Slut, and she could really use another load up her big slutty ass.
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In an unseen corner of the Federation Funship, screens scrolled through mountains of text. Ominous commands blinked in and out of existence, until they stopped on a final screen of text and code.
Galactic Federation Datafile SA-003.
(Samus Aran)
Subject is a "bounty fucker", who enjoys a considerable reputation throughout the galaxy. She is instrumental in securing top secret Federation data and materials for Space Pirate use by smuggling these resources in her vagina and anus on an as needed basis. Suit systems and designs of this subject are based on modified sexual attributes; the exact link to her unquenchable lust requires further investigation. It is known that Samus Aran harbors extreme nymphomania to the Pirates, which is definitely mutual.
>Save Zero Suit modifications, y/n?
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