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Federation Farce	By : salarta Category: +M through R > Metroid Views: 33674 -:- 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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Author's Note: Yet another one of the stories that I had mostly done before deciding to stop with writing, and did minimal editing before posting. Obviously, it was inspired by the direction of Federation Force and how Nintendo is going out of their way to both ignore Samus' value and turn her into a sex object.

Up and down. Up. Down. The rhythm soothed. The taste mellowed. A sharp, potent musk flooded her nose, as something soft and fluffy brushed against her chin with every dip. Shifting one of her bangs aside, Samus opened her baby blue eyes and looked at... at...
"HNN?!"
That's when it all broke down. Bobbing her head on the man's big, throbbing dick, she stared straight into a pair of heavy balls. Every wrinkle, every crease, every stray hair splayed out bare for her to study in intimate detail. A horrified blush contrasted her sudden pallor. She gripped the man's beefy thighs, trying, and failing, to pull herself off.
She had no power. She had no control. She laid flat across the man, breasts pressed against his crotch while he took great big handfuls of her ass. The way he rubbed, the way he squeezed, the way he swiftly spanked her plump cheeks and forced sudden arches in her back. Every second of it made her want to scream, foam with rage, or at least bite down hard on the shaft buried deep inside her mouth. None of that happened. Instead, she went all in. Her lips wrapped around his base. Her nostrils flared and scrunched to his tickling pubes. She gagged on the tip poking at her throat, holding herself there while heavy breaths barely passed around his girth.
Then, it happened. His cock spasmed. Like a ticking time bomb, pulses warned of an unwanted bounty she'd soon receive. Staring harder, wilder, more intense, Samus poured all her will into escape. She rose slowly. Gently. Inch by agonizing inch, her thick lips slipped off while smearing drool in their wake. When she finally released the man's prick with a loud gasp, she thought she'd found some freedom... until he came.
Thick and hot, the man's load splattered across her face full force. It soaked in her hair, dribbled down her chin, glazed her eyes with a blinding coat. As soon as the man threw her off, she jumped to her feet and instantly collapsed amid a chorus of chuckles. Something was wrong with her feet. With everything. From cold winds blowing across bare skin to added strain in her spine, Samus knew those wandering hands wiping her ponytail against the man's spent dick were not the least of her troubles. Clearing the gunk away, she blinked through her haze until she finally saw her captors.
Red. Blue. Yellow. Green. Four men in familiar armorsuits. They matched her Power Suit in all but style, trading sleek curves and vibrant hues for blocky angles and a duller, more generic grey metal sheen. These pale imitations mocked her, and for a moment, she thought of retrieving her suit and taking these men to task. The thought lasted only as long as it took for her to look down and notice her new 'uniform'.
A small frilly skirt parted at her crotch, permitting the men a view of her deep cameltoe. This indignity served as the base of a thin backless leotard, with a neckline that plunged low enough to let her feathery pubes peek out. Its straps ran up into a collar around her neck, surrounded by puffy sleeves that started and ended at her shoulders. Joined by fingerless gloves and stockings that reached mid-thigh, the only thing girlier than Samus was the pair of high heel 'jet boots' made to match a couple black and yellow bands on her wrists.
"Aw hell, it wore off," Green said, earning a glower from Samus.
"Don't sweat it, it'll be more fun to boss her around this way," Yellow - clearly the leader - answered. He stepped forward, and that's when Samus finally noticed.
He was taller. Or rather, she was shorter. Despite her heels, she stared up at a man more than a foot taller than her. She felt so small and fragile, heart racing, flinching as Yellow raised his hand and-
... patted her on the head.
"Good girl, Princess. You sucked Green's cock well."
It took a little... okay, a lot... more will power than she would have liked, but whatever these men did to her, Samus managed to shove Yellow's arm away. "Don't talk to me that way, my name is Princess."
Shock. Horror. Her whole body went cold. She didn't dare open her mouth again, fearing what else might tumble loose. She could almost feel the bastard smirking through his helmet.
"That's right, your name is Princess, and you've been assigned to our unit."
"Assigned... to..."
"The Federation decided your bounty huntin' ass has seen better days, so they reverse engineered the only thing that made you worth a damn and gave you to us as a mascot. And before you ask, yes, you do have a Federation tramp stamp."
Instinctively, Samus rubbed her lower back. She imagined the gold four pointed star, the three blue lines forming a swirl, in front of a blue circle outlined in white. If true, it could only mean one thing: she was Federation property. Shock gave way to rage. Red flushed her face and chest, as she jabbed a finger at the man's chest plate and snarled, "Who are you? Who the hell really authorized this?"
"Like I said, sweet cheeks. The Federation. These days, a bunch of faceless grunts working together mean more than some random chick goin' in alone and puttin' some of the best tech in the universe at risk."
"There's no way in hell that's true. I was trained by the Chozo from childhood. I went through the academy. I took on Ridley, Kraid and Mother Brain all without backup. I-"
"Face it, Princess. You were only good for your tits and ass anyway. Now you can focus on what you're good at while the men take care of the hard stuff."
Suddenly, in the most unlikely of displays to ever overcome her, Samus Aran raised her arms and beat on Yellow's chest. It did nothing. It didn't even tarnish the sheen. She knew this, knew how stupid it looked and how fruitless the act would be, but her body did it anyway. Once again, no power, no control. Like some vapid damsel, Samus made a big, useless show of her resistance. If it served any purpose at all, it served only one: it made her more aware of her body.
Her big biceps were gone. Her six pack abs were gone. Thick calves, gone. In place of burly muscles, she bore weak, slender arms and legs. She was a woman of slim, succulent curves now, wearing her girly new Zero Suit with the physique more befitting a fashion model than a bounty hunter.
Worse, her huge new breasts jiggled obscenely to her every movement. She slammed a fist against his chest. They jiggled. She stepped back. They jiggled. She breathed. They jiggled. Nothing but complete and total pause could make them stop, turning her pair of mammoth mamms into a spectacle of absurdity. When her body finally quit pretending to ineffectually beat on the man, Samus looked down and held her boobs in utter disbelief.
"You weren't satisfied with the way I was, huh? You had to sex me up too."
"Hey, if you're gonna be a walking joke, may as well go big or go home. Not that you had a chance at the latter."
"Fuck you," Samus growled.
"Too easy," Yellow shot back. "Time out, Princess. The men need to talk."
With a few commands from Yellow, Samus trudged forward. Her hips swayed, forming a wide ass-wagging gait to go with her bouncing tits. She felt - and no doubt looked - ridiculous, strutting for the men. As they plotted and whispered behind her back, she approached a cliff. The land dazzled with its beauty. Jutting mountains, sparkling lakes, verdant grass and trees dotting up to the sun and moon horizon, she lost herself in that old spacefaring thrill. Everything she loved about exploring the galaxy lay out before her, and she let it consume her thoughts.
Until Yellow shattered whatever peace she briefly found.
"Princess, morph ball."
"Yes, sir!" she shouted and winced.
Any further words escaped her. Curling up, strange blue latex spread across her bare skin. All those peculiar quirks she relied upon as a bounty hunter followed. Even she didn't understand how the morph ball worked, how it managed to condense her essence into a small sphere where every bump in the road sent a small tactile buzz throughout her being. Perhaps this was the true reason these men kept her around, for all their attempts to dispirit her.
Trapped in this form, she rested idly while Yellow simply waltzed over, picked her up and spoke, face to morph ball.
"Princess, the men and I are going to take a break while you survey the land for any threats. Try not to fuck anything while you're gone. We're here on a mission, not to help you with whatever alien bang-a-thon you find next. Understood?"
"Yes, ass-" BZZT. The ball buzzed with fierce electric pulses. Her vocal cords strained into another set of words she didn't want to say. "Ass will remain unused by alien entities for duration of mission. Request access to your cock before survey."
"Access denied, but if you hurry back, we might use you for another game of Blast Ball."
Popping the hand off his armorsuit's right arm, Yellow loaded the morph ball into the slot. His power cannon charged with a hum that grew louder, louder, louder, and finally sent Samus soaring through the air with a mighty yellow blast.
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