Dec 6th: Samus Aran's Hot Springs Intruder

It was a late cold night on the luxury planet, Petrotera, yet the thickly warm air covered Samus’ body like a comfy blanket. Missions drove her, but every so often the bounty hunter needed nights to rest like anyone else, in which the planet’s amazing hot springs truly made the trip worth it. Naturally forming small lakes surrounded by stalagmites, heated by underground lava, and overlooking a bustling city of pleasure lovers.

Her steamy breath caught in the wind, lounging her overworked bones in the boiling liquid, coating her bare skin and letting her worries float away in silence. A much comfier bath than the dips into Magmoor Caverns.

Samus had bought out the entire woman’s section for the hour. She’d accrued quite the wealth stash from so many years of hunting, but as a woman wanting so little it was hard to spend the money she earned. Usually, it would go to only ship/armour repairs or charity. But every so often, the blonde beauty would splash a little cash for an unbeatable luxury solo experience.

“You.”

SPLASH!

A huge dark object landed in the middle of the hot springs. The bounty hunter was quick to grab her paralyser pistol and aim it at the mass, though she didn’t want to dive into active combat in only a bath towel if she could.

But Samus knew that would be unlikely as her dark counterpart stood knee deep in her favourite hot springs.

The grip on her gun tightened, ready to take the shot in a millisecond.

…

Nearly a full minute passed without either moving. Just the blonde staring at the creature of phazon that had tormented her for so long glaring at her. Dark Samus was obviously the size of Samus in full body armour, so had clear advantages in this current combat.

But there was nothing. Just a strange clenching anger to this creature. Not raising its arm cannon, not beginning the attack… and, had it spoken English?

So Samus slowly lowered her gun out of confusion.

“What do you want?” The hunter’s cold voice was worried that would kick everything off, but there was only more waiting.

Was it enjoying the hot springs? Why make such an entrance to do nothing against a weakened opponent? Dark Samus had never been an honourable creature, being a sadistic and calculating beast that had nearly killed her on many occasions. There was no phazon on the planet, as far as Samus could tell at least…

“I… lost…” It said slowly. Like it was still trying to both figure out speech, and also its own emotions. “Lost… so many times… better than you. But couldn’t beat you.”

Another million scenarios ran through Samus’ mind as it spoke, from jumping off the rails to beating Dark Samus to **** with its own arm cannon, “Mm.”

“Had to… figure it out. Had to figure out what made you special. What was inside you…” Slowly it raised its non gunner hand, pointing accusingly to the towelled blonde, “This. This is what was inside. Your form is not this,” briefly she gestured to her black varia suit, “but this. Human. Two forms, working together.”

“It’s called wearing armour. I can go put it on, if you’d prefer to do this dance fairl…”

Samus trailed off fairly quickly when her reflection removed its helmet.

It had never been able to do that before. During their fights, scans had clearly shown nothing but a metroid/human fusion skeleton under the rigid shell. But the most bizarre was what it looked like, not a light blue skull but instead a complete recreation of Samus’ scowling face. Though its skin was a dark noir, with glowing phazon coloured hair, it was otherwise a perfect recreation right down to her blue eyes and ponytail hairstyle.

“Look at what you did! What I had to become to defeat you!” Her face yelled so angrily, going into a blind fury to peel more of the suit off of her new body. “My body is malleable, unstable, but now I look pathetic! This has not helped me in the slightest!”

Soon, after a frantic amount of stripping, the truth really was laid bare. She was identical to Samus. Right down to the mole on her perfect buttocks. Pure black skin panted angrily facing away from the bounty hunter.

“I didn’t do anything, you did this all to yourself.” Samus shot down, “But you still haven’t explained what you’re doing here.”

The creature’s eyes locked on her once more, angrily turning but only able to grind its teeth at the woman in front of her. A mind reminiscent of a rat in a cage of its own internal design. Wanting to bite and snarl its way to solve the existential problem it was facing.

Only to give up and crouch down into the warm water it was standing in.

“Ache.”

Samus raised an eyebrow. Was it really that easily placated? Trust had never come easily to the bounty hunter, especially with those that had tried to kill her, but perhaps the fact it shared her face made it easier to sympathise a little. A desire to rest her tired body was apparently baked into her genes, if the reason her reflection appeared was to simply stop an ache in her body…

“Is that all?” Samus asked, slowly lowering herself into the pool as well, but not dropping her gun.

“Mm.” The thing nodded, causing calm ripples in the steamy water. It had decided not looking at Samus was the best course since now it was staring into the distance, “Human bodies are strange. They ache so much. Belly wants to be fed. Smells want to be cleaned. Sleep when tired… such tedium.”

A small exhale escaped the hunter’s plush lips, “Ain’t that the truth…”

Another pause. This time a more comfortable silence as the two Samus’ enjoyed the quiet. It wasn’t her first pick for a hot tub buddy, but not having to fight in a towel was definitely worth the company.

“But… one ache I don’t know…”

Slowly the woman got up. Back to standing in the water that came up to her dark skinned knees, her large breasts swinging in the cold air, hourglass figure now dripping wet in front of its original owner, but with one subtle difference.

There was a turquoise neon liquid leaking from her pussy.

“Why does it do this?!” A frustrated monster hissed, pointing at her vagina, “Tell me!”

“U-uh,” The rarely caught off guard woman stammered, “W-we humans have certain cycles when we want to create li-”

“Don’t spout off human breeding facts to me! I am not an idiot!” She roared, slowly sloshing through the heated pool to approach Samus, “Why am I in heat?! What am I so aroused by?!”

There was little that Ms. Aran could say that wouldn’t out her as the galaxy’s biggest narcissist.

But words didn’t always have to be spoken. The blush on both of their faces grew more apparent as the true intention of the silence grew apparent to the dual Samus’. The phazon monster slowly lowered herself down until they were staring at each other in the face. Identical racing heartbeats making small waves between them before one finally bridged the gap.

Neither would ever claim to be the one who made the first move, perhaps they both mirrored each other, but it wasn’t like either could refute now anyway. Lush red lips were mashed against light blue pillows. A hunger in their movements. Kissing so passionately like they’d both been waiting for this for so long.

Their tongues wrestled like rival snakes. Winning was a necessity for Dark Samus, yet even in this bizarre tryst she couldn’t out pace the original. So much strength in the chozo woman, it was a wonder if she even saw Dark Samus as a threat. Pleasure was coursing through her phazon veins as her antagonist’s warm blooded tongue easily wrapped around her own.

The only place to win now, was to take the initiative on her own body.

It was a small win but when Samus cooed into her rival’s mouth, there was a prideful smirk that overcame DS. “Mm…” Was all it took for her to feel victorious, sure it was after she’d begun massaging the breasts of the woman she’d tried to kill, but a win was a win!

Samus Aran just let the creature she was making out with explore. No need to rush, they still had much of the night to explore this new body in front of her properly. She wasn’t sure why she was accepting of the event, maybe she also had some aches she didn’t realise, but right now this monster was only trying to nibble on her ear rather than blasting her in the face. Why not enjoy the ride?

Things only heated up from there in the hot tub. Dark Samus kept her mouth against the porcelain skin she’d been copied from, licking wherever her new desires took her. She’d never admit the hunger verbally, but it was clear from the long blue tongued licks that she was quickly becoming addicted to the sweaty taste of bounty hunter. Watching as her attacks made Samus smile and moan with a growing ache in her pussy.

“Want to kick things up a gear?” Whispered Samus. Finally stopping the sensual **** on her body with a simple leading question.

There was a frown, feeling talked down upon, “You talking about using this area, aren’t you?”

Her fingers roughly surged through the water to jam into the space between Samus’ meaty thighs. “Ahch!”

Almost like she was the one who had been hurt, Dark Samus quickly retreated her hand from the area. Strangely not liking the pain she’d accidentally inflicted on her doppelganger. Looking concerned, then frustrated as her lack of knowledge made her want to run away and deal with it herself.

But before she could, she was grabbed and pushed into a sitting position. “That was a little rough. Let me lead for now.” The amazonian beauty that was suddenly looming over her advised. Phazon pooling in her cheeks as she meekly nodded up to the curvy hunter.

Slowly, Samus traced her nails up the heated legs of her evil twin. Dancing so lightly on her skin that gruff coos and soft moans escaped the other woman’s mouth.

Her fingers knew exactly where to stroke to get the most reaction, she’d been exploring it for years after all, so it wasn’t long that the softness of the monster’s moans began to grow exponentially. Two fingers scraping along the tight blue walls of Dark Samus’ pussy, teasing it lovingly, stirring up so many new emotions for the dark blue woman.

Bolts of electricity sweeter than the best phazon she’d ever eaten swirled around her body. This human was treating her so tenderly. The heat of the spring mixing with the growing ache that thumped in her core. Though it was growing, she did not dare stop this sensual stroking as it appeared to be working.

Samus noticed the telltale erect nipples and panting tongue of her own masturbation sessions after months alone on the ship. It had been so long she’d been with anyone else… though supposedly this was barely counting as ‘someone else’.

The self fingering ended quickly and explosively. Dark Samus obviously not knowing social etiquette to warn of one’s rising climax, nor truly knowing what to expect when experiencing an orgasm. Blissful and violent satisfaction attacking all over her body. Releasing so many endorphins into her new brain that she wondered why every human wasn’t trying to breed constantly if it felt this good.

“Now it’s your turn.” The voice floated in to Dark Samus’ love drunk mind as she panted post climax. Not realising until it was too late that she was staring directly at her rival’s cunt. “Lick.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Diving tongue first into the reddened cunny lips of the bounty hunter. Her insides tasting so sweet and warm on Dark Samus’ tongue. Gripping her tight rear and bringing her hips as close to her mouth as possible, reflecting her Metroid DNA as she latched onto Samus’ cunt deeply.

Perhaps riding your own face could be considered wrong in some cultures, but Samus wasn’t one to bow to social norms. She carved her own path, and if that included some pseudo selfcest then she’d carve into that life too.

Especially when monster tongue felt this good inside her pussy.

“Mmm, very nice.” She purred, the compliment spurring on her rival’s lust even more as the tongue extended even further into her. “Perhaps I should keep you on the ship. My vibrator is nearly worn out.”

Dark Samus couldn’t help but be tempted. This woman was so addicting. So attractive. She just wanted to eat and eat, hearing those delectable moans grow with each lick.

It took much longer for Samus’ pussy to similarly squirt, coating phazon tongue with chozo pussy juice. Exploding on her face while struggling to stay up with such weak knees. She even had to peel Dark Samus away from her crotch once it was over, already halfway to the third climax when she finally decoupled.

The rest of the night became a similar lustful haze. Dark Samus was an insatiable monster, sucking on Samus’ tits like a baby or rimming her without even needing to be prompted. The og hunter was still able to match her so easily, keeping pace and outdoing her clone at almost every turn… but eventually Dark Samus stopped caring about winning. Just going along to satisfy the slowly dying ache was relief enough for her.

Eventually time ran out for the pair, as regular patrons were to be welcomed back a while ago (though no complaints were given as they did get a nice view of two attractive similar looking ladies scissoring.)

Samus, in the casual green outfit she arrived in, and Dark Samus, in a borrowed t-shirt and pants from the hot springs, were now standing out front of the establishment. A pile of dark blue armour behind them and an awkward silence around them.

“Anything you want to do now?” Samus asked, throwing her coat around the clearly cold monster. “Or is it back to killing each other next time we meet?”

The possible futures were clearly lain before the phazon woman. Depending on how she answered it could determine almost everything about the path she was on…

“...you mentioned a vibrator on your ship?”