Ordeal on BVC7-21

Her Gunship’s ramp hissed open, spilling Samus Aran into the humid embrace of BVC7-21. The planet was a living masterpiece that had towering bioluminescent trees with trunks wider than starship hulls, they rose like huge pillars toward a blue violet sky streaked with sunset like streaks. Thick vines pulsed with cyan and magenta light, swaying gently in the magnetic updrafts that BVC7-21 makes. Every step crushed glowing moss that made clouds of sparkling spores. The air smelled of sweet nectar, ozone, and something primal, something raw, fertile, and alive. 

Samus’s Varia suit hummed around her like a second skin; its systems already cycling through environmental scans. Beneath the reinforced plating, the sleek Zero Suit clung to her body, thin and fitting. She kept everything sealed tight; it was protocol. 

“Log entry: Planet BVC7-21. Active biosphere. Extreme biodiversity, Root networks in the vegetation, no sentient signals detected. No extraterrestrial activity. Proceeding with surface survey.” 

She moved deeper into the jungle with the fluid movements, arm cannon charged and ready. Bioluminescent flowers the size of garbage lids unfurled as she passed, releasing shimmering, shining pollen. A herd of cute six-legged herbivores bounded away on glowing pads; their hides flickering. Samus paused beside a colossal tree, running a full-spectrum scan on the pulsing root system beneath her boots. 

“Energy signature confirmed. Possible mineral vein or native power source. Moving in for closer inspection.” 

The environment thickened. Vines brushed her plating, leaving streaks of glowing sap. She vaulted a glowing ravine, landed in a wide clearing ringed by massive ferns that throbbed in time with the planet’s heartbeat. Her HUD painted the area in calm greens and blues. Low threat. 

Then the clicking started. 

Dry sounds from the underbrush- dozens of them at first, then hundreds. The creatures emerged from the glowing ferns: small, reptilian beasts no bigger than large housecats. Their bodies were covered in rough, pebbled scales in mottled blues and deep purples, edged with very tiny razor-sharp thorns. Curved claws tipped every limb, and short jagged horns jutted from their brows, spines, and shoulders. Slit-pupiled eyes gleamed with hunger. They were like tiny velociraptors. 

And between their hind legs swung obscene cocks far too large for their small frames. Thick, ridged shafts as long as their own torsos, already swollen and glistening with precum. But it was the spikes that made Samus’s visor zoom in tighter: rows of small, sharp barbs running along the length and flaring wider at the shaft, flexing and glistening like weapons. 

“New lifeform. Size: small. Threat level-” 

They attacked in a wave. 

The first one leapt, claws raking across her thigh plating with a metallic scratch. Samus kicked it away, but three more latched on instantly; thorns and horns scraping deep gouges. Her arm cannon fired, vaporizing a cluster of them in green plasma bursts, but the wave was relentless. They came from every direction, chittering and clicking, rough scales rasping against her armor like sandpaper. Their spiked cocks slapped wetly against the plating as they humped frantically, smearing corrosive precum that began eating at the flexible seals. 

Warning icons flashed on her HUD. Micro-abrasions. Joint integrity dropping. 

Samus spun around, attacking, flinging bodies in every direction. But the creatures adapted quite quickly. They swarmed her legs, her arms, her back- claws digging into her plating, horns hooking under edges, tiny bodies piling on until their combined weight dragged her down. She blasted another group of them but more took their place. The aphrodisiac in their precum seeped through the compromised seals, flooding her system and suit with unwanted heat. 

She staggered around, trying to break free, but the horde had her. Dozens of clawed hands and hooked horns gripped her armor, pulling, yanking, dragging her through the glowing underbrush. Vines snapped as they hauled her across the mossy ground toward a hidden dip in the jungle floor- a natural alcove ringed by thick, pulsing vines and carpeted in soft, bioluminescent moss. It was a mating hollow, a low, bowl-shaped clearing where the planet’s neural roots glowed brightest, and the air hung thick with their pheromones. 

Samus fought every inch of the creatures she could, armor scraping furrows in the earth, arm cannon firing blindly. But the swarm was too big. They pulled her into the glowing hollow and pinned her down on her back on the soft moss, the Varia Suit’s heavy plating now a prison rather than protection. 

The first creature tore at the compromised crotch seal. With a wet, metallic pop the plating gave way. Its spiked cock- barbed and throbbing- rammed against the thin blue Zero Suit underneath. The fabric stretched, then tore as the thick spiked head forced its way inside her in one brutal thrust. 

Samus’s head snapped right back inside the helmet. A raw, guttural groan came from her throat as the thick, ridged length stretched her wide. The spikes dragged along her inner walls, scratching and tearing delicate flesh. Blood mixed with her own slick and the creature’s iridescent precum, dripping down her thighs in warm waves. 

“Ahh-fuck-!” The moan ripped out of her, loud and broken. 

Another creature clawed open the chest plating, shoving its massive, spiked cock between her breasts. The Zero Suit compressed her tits tightly around the shaft as it began thrusting the Zero Suit tore, thorns and barbs scraping her soft skin until thin lines of blood welled up and smeared across her cleavage. 

A third forced its way to her face. Samus tried to turn her face away, but clawed hands grabbed her helmet. The spiked cock head smeared precum across her visor, then pushed itself between her lips, stretching her jaw painfully as the barbed shaft invaded her throat. She gagged around it, tears welling in her eyes, but the creature only drove deeper, spikes catching on her tongue and tearing at her cheeks. 

“Mmmph-nngh-ahhn-!” 

They were everywhere. One forced its way into her ass through a second torn seal, the double penetration brutal and overwhelming. Spikes raked her insides with every frantic thrust, drawing more blood, more pain, more helpless, throaty moans that echoed inside her helmet. The rough pebbled scales of their bodies ground against her exposed skin through the shredded Zero Suit, thorns pricking and scratching her hips, thighs, and breasts. 

Samus fought and twisted, armored fists crushed two creatures against the mossy ground with wet crunches. But for every one she killed, more came- claws digging in, horns hooking her plating, spiked cocks hammering her relentlessly. The aphrodisiac in their cum burned through her veins, turning pain into a sick, throbbing pleasure that made her hips jerk involuntarily. 

“F-fuck-ahhhn-! N-not… like this-!” 

Her groans grew louder, needier, echoing through the glowing hollow as the swarm used her. The galaxy’s greatest bounty hunter- dragged into a primal mating pit, Varia Suit cracked open, Zero Suit torn beneath it- she was reduced to a moaning, bleeding plaything for a horde of spiked, reptilian creatures on a planet that was so beautiful and peaceful. 

The bioluminescent jungle pulsed around them, alive and uncaring, as the long BVC7-21 night swallowed her cries. 

The glowing hollow pulsed like a heart, the bioluminescent moss beneath Samus’s back throbbing in time with the rhythm of the swarm. Her Varia Suit was already cracking- plates dented and scarred from claws and horns- but the creatures weren’t satisfied with mere breaches. They wanted her whole body completely. 

A new, deeper click echoed from the roots. The smaller reptilians parted as something larger made its way into the pit: a binder-beast, twice the length of Samus’s body; its scaled hide a slick, glistening black shot through with vein-like purple bioluminescence. Thick, muscular legs rippled with power, and from its underbelly sprouted dozens of prehensile tendrils tipped with hooked barbs. The small creatures chittered excitedly, urging it forward with nips and thrusts of their own spiked cocks. 

The binder-beast reared; its tendrils lashing out like living whips. Two thick legs slammed down across Samus’s armored shoulders, pinning her to the moss. Tendrils wrapped her wrists and ankles, the barbed tips digging into the flexible joints of her suit. She bucked wildly, armored fists swinging, but the coils only tightened, thorns piercing the outer plating with wet pops and drawing thin lines of her blood where the Zero Suit underneath began to tear. 

“No-get off-ahh!” Her shout became a strangled groan as the first spiked cock rammed back into her pussy, the barbs raking fresh cuts along her inner walls. Blood welled hot and slick, mixing with the creature’s precum and dripping in thick strands down the curve of her ass. Another drove into her ass without mercy, the double penetration stretching her brutally, spikes tearing delicate flesh with every savage thrust. Pain exploded through her core, sharp and unrelenting, forcing raw, guttural moans from her throat. 

“F-fuck-ahhn-! It hurts-nngh-!” 

The binder-beast tendrils tightened further, helping the swarm. One coil hooked under her breastplate and wrenched. Metal screeched as the entire chest section peeled away like tin foil, exposing the shredded blue Zero Suit clinging to her sweat-slicked breasts. Clawed hands and horns immediately tore at the thin fabric, ripping it open. Two spiked cocks shoved between her tits, barbs scraping bloody lines across the soft, heaving mounds as the creatures fucked her cleavage with wet, slapping sounds. Blood smeared across her skin, glistening under the pulsing glow. 

More tendrils joined the frenzy. They gripped the edges of her Varia Suit’s plating and pulled in opposite directions. Seals burst. Shoulder guards flew off. The heavy back plating cracked and was yanked away, leaving her spine exposed to the cool night air. The binder-beast’s coils slithered beneath her, lifting her hips so the swarm could shred the remaining leg armor she still had on. Claws raked and pulled down her thighs, tearing the last scraps of Zero Suit away until Samus Aran- legendary bounty hunter- was completely naked in the moss, toned body glistening with sweat, blood, and alien cum. Her firm breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath, nipples hard from the aphrodisiac. Her pussy and ass were red, swollen, and leaking, purple-tinged fluids around the relentless spiked shafts still hammering into her. 

The swarm descended fully now. A third creature forced its barbed cock past her lips, stretching her jaw as wide as it could go- it fucked her throat with brutal snaps of its hips. Spikes caught on her tongue, drawing fresh blood that she choked on. Two more rubbed their throbbing cocks against her blood-streaked thighs, jerking themselves off until they painted her skin in thick ropes of hot, glowing cum. The binder-beast kept her spread and immobile, its coils squeezing just tight enough to bruise while its own ridged underbelly ground against her belly, adding another layer of rough friction. 

Samus’s moans had become constant, broken things- deep, animalistic groans that echoed through the hollow with every thrust. 

“Ahh-! H-hurts-too much-nnghaa-! C-can’t-ahhn-!” 

Her body betrayed her. The aphrodisiac burned through her veins, turning the tearing pain into a sick, throbbing ecstasy. Her hips jerked against the spikes despite herself, inner walls clenching around the barbed cocks as another orgasm ripped through her, milking the cocks even as blood trickled from her stretched holes. The creatures squealed in triumph, pounding harder, their rough scales grinding against her raw clit, her bleeding nipples, the torn flesh of her ass. 

They used her for hours. The swarm rotated in endless waves- cocks in her mouth, pussy, ass, between her tits, even sliding into the bloody grooves the spikes had carved. The binder-beast held her open like a living fuck-toy, tendrils occasionally lashing her breasts or thighs to draw fresh welts. Cum and blood pooled beneath her, soaking the moss until it glowed a sick, sticky red color. 

Eventually the waves slowed. The smaller creatures began to pull out one by one, their spiked cocks slipping free with wet, obscene sounds and leaving her holes gaping, ruined, and leaking. The binder-beast uncoiled at last; its tendrils retracting with a final, possessive squeeze that left deep puncture marks on her wrists and ankles. The entire horde slithered and scampered back into the glowing underbrush, chittering contentedly; their lust finally spent. 

Samus lay sprawled in the mating pit, naked and broken. Her body was a canvas of deep scratches from thorns and claws crisscrossing her breasts, thighs, and stomach; bloody bite marks around her nipples; her pussy and ass swollen and dripping a steady mix of blood and alien cum. Every breath sent fresh pain through her fragile body. She tried to move, but her limbs wouldn’t listen. The jungle was spinning. Darkness crept in at the edges of her vision. 

A soft, involuntary groan escaped her lips one last time-“uhhh…fuck…”-before her eyes rolled back and unconsciousness claimed her completely. Her head fell to the side in the blood-soaked moss, chest still rising and falling in shallow, exhausted breaths. 

The long BVC7-21 night finally ended. 

Dawn crept over the canopy of tall trees. The first rays of the triple suns filtered down through the towering bioluminescent trees, piercing the violet sky in shafts of warm gold and pink. Floating mountain fragments drifted lazily overhead, their undersides glowing softly. Sunlight filled the mating hollow, warming the torn, naked body of Samus Aran where she lay motionless in the pit. Blood and cum glistened on her skin in the new light. The neural roots around her pulsed faintly. 

She was alone- broken, exposed, and utterly claimed- while the jungle woke around her, alive and indifferent.