This is a work of erotic fan fiction. Plot is of minimal focus in this piece, but character and world building are highly valued. Fetishes included are: futanari, large cock/balls, large breasts/ass, Amazonian body, musk, minor cumflation. Currently this is a stand-alone chapter, but I have some possible ideas for future chapters
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Chapter 1: Solitude | Indulgence
Samus' jump was augmented by the booster jets on her back, carrying her up to the top of her gunship. Her boots clanged heavily against the hull, but she moved with easy grace despite the mass of her power armor. She turned, looking back at the assembled Federation brass. Several Admirals of the Fleet, a General and a few Colonels of the Marines, even a couple Galactic Senators. They had taken her report, transferred her pay, and now saw her off.
A younger part of her felt compelled to salute them, but... she'd left the Federation a long time ago. Best not to give them any delusions of lingering authority. She instead offered a silent thumbs up and sent a mental signal through her neural link to her ship. The elevator activated, lowering her down into the vessel and out of sight. She took her seat at the board and lifted immediately, given priority clearance by planetary traffic control. She was beyond the atmosphere in five minutes, and at the system's edge in twelve. With a confident pull of a lever, space bent and stars bowed and her ship hurtled through the void in laughing defiance of light's limitations.
Once safely away Samus leaned back, closing her eyes and letting out a long sigh of released tension. She'd been on-duty for two weeks straight, taking sleep at every sparse opportunity and living off her suit's dispensed nutrient pellets and recycled water. Competency had its drawbacks; the Federation only called her to clean up its most difficult messes. The pay was worth it though.
She only reclined for a handful of heartbeats before hauling herself to her feet and sending another mental signal through her armor, which dissolved around her in a shower of light. Her cannon and gauntlet vanished, leaving behind the steel-strong bands of her thick and wiry arms. The booster jets faded, revealing her muscular back and wide shoulders.
She reached her arms over her head and arched her back, stretching sore muscles and popping tense joints and giving a display that thousands would kill to see, but none were present to witness. The bounty hunter was over seven feet tall and rippling with tightly defined muscles along her lithe, athletic frame. While she was objectively broader of frame than most men, her sheer height made her seem long and lean, except for her curves. In stark contrast with her toned limbs and flat belly, her immense breasts and wide hips were soft and lush. Those eye-catching tits, each larger than her head, bounced heavily as her torso came swinging back down from her stretch and then continued to jiggle and sway with every heavy footstep her strong, dense body rang against the decking.
The blue suit enclosing her body wasn't merely skin-tight, it was a second skin. It hugged her body to a degree of perfection no simple clothes could match. Her nipples pointed prominently out from her chest, her round, plush ass was on perfect display in all its wide sensual glory, her pussy pressed into a cameltoe so deep the suit went partially inside her, and her cock and balls were all wrapped in the snug embrace of blue nano-tech fabric that adhered to every curve and vein.
Samus stopped in front of the body-length mirror on her cabin wall and inspected herself. She studied her front, lifting up her heavy breasts and letting them drop to bounce and jiggle into eventual stillness, then turned and glanced over her shoulder to study her muscled back, wide shoulders, round ass and thick thighs. She was inspecting her suit for damage, but that didn't stop the thrill and sensation that raced through her cock at the sight of her own body. She paused at the twinge, sighed, and faced the mirror again.
Her cock pulsed in its blue sleeve, but lay dormant. After a moment's silence she reached down to her groin and palmed her testicles, hefting her sack and running a thumb over its surface. She could feel herself through the Zero Suit as if she were touching skin to bare skin. Each nut was the size of a plum, and her hefty cock five inches flaccid and as wide as two fingers. The unusual girth of them all was an apt representation of the potent cocktail of hormones that coursed through her blood.
The Chozo had taken her in as a child. They'd saved her, trained her, educated her, but before any of that they had infused her with their DNA. Part human, part Chozo, she had the characteristics of both... and the Chozo were a hermaphroditic species.
Therefore Samus Aran, bane of the space pirates, eradicator of metroids, the most famous gun-for-hire in the galaxy, had a fully functioning set of male
and
female genitals. Sometimes Samus wondered how much of her superhuman strength and agility came from her Chozo DNA, and how much was just the result of her male and female hormones spiraling together in a never-ending feedback loop.
Satisfied that her suit was undamaged, she took two steps across her small ship's small cabin and spread her arms and legs in an open pose on the maintenance platform. Mechanical manipulators extended from the wall and worked across the surface of the suit, unsealing it and peeling it away in seconds. Samus took a breath and realized her mistake moments after it was too late.
A sledgehammer of overpowering, sweet musk smashed against her senses as the suit peeled open, releasing two hard weeks worth of sweat and concentrated Chozo pheromones into the atmosphere of the confined cabin. Her heart rate spiked in an instant, her breath hitched, phallus swelled. Hot blood flowed through her body, flushing her cheeks, lips and breasts and pulsing in her cock. The spicy scent of that girthy dick and the oversized balls that swung beneath it made her breath steam and blood boil; she cussed loudly, trying to regain her composure under the onslaught of chemical arousal.
One of the many unexpected quirks of being a hybrid of not only two species, but also two genders was that her own body was arousing to her--both visually
and