Day 19 - Praise Kink/Gooning - Metroid

Samus prepared for nights like this one like she would prepare for a special occasion. Scratch that. She prepared for nights like this one the same way she would prepare for a mission. It would, after all, be an endurance test.

She discarded her suit, dropping it into her ship’s recycler and hearing a quick whoosh, smelling just a moment’s papery smoke. Stepping into her bathroom, she rinsed quickly under the shower head and then stepped back out onto the metal floor. Grabbing a hair removal laser, she quickly flashed herself between her legs, then knelt and quickly flashed between the cheeks of her butt as well. What little hair there was, not more than a stubble in either area, burned with an oily, acrid smell. Stepping back into the shower, she rinsed off quickly and then stepped back out. There were devices on the ship for hair removal, for keeping certain parts of you fresh and hydrated. There hadn’t been one for cleaning… inside, per se. That one she had been **** to special order. She hadn’t eaten much today in preparation, and as she swallowed the pill-sized metal object, her stomach gave a protesting gurgle. Stepping back under the shower head, Samus started to shampoo her hair.

Sex was, regardless of if you had a partner or not, a mechanical action. Your technique could be improved, optimized, streamlined. Thus, in theory, it could be perfected. A partner complicated this, but if you were performing the action solo, there was no reason you couldn’t maximize your performance. Samus still wasn’t quite comfortable with most partners.

As soon as she was done shampooing, she switched her shower to bath function and wrapped her hair up in a towel as the tub filled. She dropped a ball of packed fragrances and oils into the rising water, then sat back and pressed a few buttons on the console. Soft, inoffensive, largely melody-devoid music filled the bathroom just loudly enough to be clear over the water but no louder. It was meant to fill space, because music was meant to be there, but she didn’t want music that would be distracting. A collection of broadly soothing tones and motifs played in something which suggested organization but not pattern.

Without waiting for the tub to fill she grabbed an exfoliating sponge and dipped it into the still-clouding and still-rising water, then scrubbed her face for a few moments. She gradually worked over the whole of her body with it, and by the time she was done the tub was mostly full. Rinsing her face quickly, she sunk into the water up to her neck and took a few moments to relax. Practicing a focus technique she had used all of her life, she unclenched first her jaw, then her brow. Then her neck, then her shoulders, then her arms and chest, then her stomach and groin, then down her legs to her feet and her individual toes. She stopped relaxing when a little buzzer sounded, then moved on to the next step.

Straightening up again, Samus grabbed a bottle of oily lotion from beside the tub and started to apply it. First with her pointer finger around the towel, then down her face until it shone even in the low light of her bathroom. Raising her arms up out of the water she oiled one, then the other. Then she stood, getting her shoulders, getting as much of her back as she could. Then running her oily hands over her large breasts and tight, muscular stomach.

As she was, the pill-sized object fell cleanly from her butt into the water and she tossed it into the incinerator. They were one-use only, and came in outrageously expensive packs of only six or a dozen. But they would work quickly through your digestive system, absorbing and destroying any unpleasant material they found which might show up to ruin intimacy. They allowed for greater spontaneity, though Samus didn’t use them or do any of this spontaneously.

Her body was augmented in a way that disallowed certain, more normal relationships with its functions. She didn’t menstruate and could never reproduce, though this was far more blessing than curse as far as she was concerned. She experienced an adrenaline rush with complete mental clarity, during which time she briefly became more dangerous both to herself and her surroundings than any other human being in the universe. And her libido produced orgasms which were both intense and numerous, but which almost completely inhibited her body’s arousal for extended periods of time afterward. Thus, she had formulated something of an unspoken schedule. About a week after she last relieved herself, she would begin to feel the urge to do so again. When she did, she would become practically anorgasmic and hyposexual for about the next week, and the cycle would continue.

There were, of course, both fluctuations and caveats to this. So long as she didn’t allow her brain to ‘cool’, she was capable of quite impressive displays of sexual endurance. Putting off sleep to maintain the high was dangerous, but it had been done. On the other side of it; as much as she enjoyed, libidinally, the action of sex or masturbation, desiring it was both disruptive and unproductive. If she knew she was going to be out on mission during the time in which she would next become sexually active, she would try to delay her gratification until the day before she set out. If it came up too suddenly to prepare, there were certain chemicals that were capable of temporarily restoring her function, though these often had a strong hangover.

At one point, shortly after discovering her sexuality, she had greatly favored the cooldown period, and relieved herself only in pursuit of it. More recently, she had figured out how to truly enjoy the experience of it. The switch had almost completely flipped.

She brought the oil down her thighs and calves, bringing each knee out of the bath to her chest one before the other, then brought her fingers between her legs. Despite the urge to, she didn’t linger there, nor did she when oiling her ass. The oil was there because it would increase her body’s sensitivity. Making sure the first release was as pleasurable as possible had a well-defined order of operations, and being too tempted or too impatient and blowing that golden first before she’d even really gotten started was frustrating as it was embarrassing.

Settling back into the bath, she closed her eyes again and repeated the relaxation exercise. Although, this time, her body was a little more awake with anticipation. Like how on a Federation ship one small engine would fire up the main reaction, which fired up the arc projectors, which kicked on the afterburners, which turned the warp-

The buzzer rang again. Samus rose and drained the tub on schedule, then stepped out and dried off. Both towels went into the recycler. She put her blonde hair back up in a ponytail, then grabbed a choker from where she’d left it waiting on the counter. This one could cinch slightly. Not enough to actually ****, but enough to be a snug, slightly exciting stimulus.

Stepping from her bathroom back into her cabin, the ship’s computer had already dimmed the lights and tinted them with just a soft amount of red. The melody-less music had shifted to something a little more up-tempo, but also more playfully textured. She set a fluffy towel down on her terminal chair and sat on top of it. Rolling over to a storage cell, she pulled out a bottle of lotion and rolled back to her computer. Setting it into ocular control, she filled one hand with lotion and started to pour through her material.

Recently, she acquired what was probably a somewhat shameful amassment of erotic media and implements. Though the last time somebody other than her had been on the ship was over a cycle ago now. She didn’t even put them away any more. Her terminal had been sitting with the media tab open in preparation, and several of the toys she intended to use were on the desk next to it.

Samus considered the video she had used to warm up last time, then decided not to. She set a random video to play and started to lotion her face.

A compilation of romance scenes from famous pieces of media. Dramatic kisses in the rain, masculine men clutching women with heaving bosoms in their arms, a woman pushing a man against the wall as she kissed him. A man traces a woman’s nipples with an ice cube as he makes eye contact with her.

Samus’s eyes flicked to the skip button. She finished applying lotion to her face and moved on to her muscular arms.

A try-on haul with a shapely, dark-skinned woman. Her relationship to the camera is both parasocial and casual. As she pulls a maroon top up over her dark cloud of hair and exposes her plump breasts, she smiles and speaks to the camera, referring to it by pet terms, playing with her chest for a moment before pulling out an indigo crop top.

Samus’s eyes flicked to the skip button, then hesitated. They circled the crop top and her computer saved a capture of it for later. Finished with her arms, she began to lotion her stomach and chest.

Hardcore pornography of a woman, her ass oiled to a near-mirror shine, being roughly sodomized by a man whose face is unseen. Her voice is high, almost obnoxiously persistent. She’s overselling it. His groans are deep, off-camera, and strangely muted due to his position.

Samus’s eyes flicked to the skip button. She took a second handful of lotion to apply to her breasts, flicking back to the dark-skinned woman and comparing her own breasts to hers. Then she flicked forward again.

A woman with… a species that Samus knows isn’t sapient. The woman has knelt between the creature’s legs and is stimulating it until it becomes aroused. Judging by the background of the video, what this woman is doing is illegal on the planet she seems to have been filmed doing it on. The camera is slightly shaky, noticeably poor quality.

Samus’s eyes flicked to the delete button, then with a pang of guilt moved to the skip button instead. On and on.

The problem, as she understood it, was that she was watching the material wrong. She hadn’t known about the concept of pornography until she got to be around other humans, and when she had it described to her, most people described it by saying that one imagined oneself as a party participant. Samus had never. She was none of these males, none of these females. She couldn’t project herself into a scene, enjoy it as a primary party. All enjoyment was voyeuristic. The scene, the concept, the framing. She could not make herself a woman whose pool was in need of repair, but she could enjoy the spectacle of said woman seducing the man fixing the pool.

Two girls sit at the foot of a bed in a frumpy-looking room. They’re both dressed to look younger than they are. They begin playing a game of truth or dare with an unseen third member who is implied to be male. Immediately, their conversation turns lewd. Their dares are increasingly bold.

This was at least a scene which prompted interest. Samus didn’t immediately skip to the next video. She finished lotioning her breasts, her nipples already hard for a while at this point, and moved on to her legs. The lotion was chemically enhanced to intoxicate, and the more she applied the more she could feel it interacting with the sense-heightening oil. She added onto this by taking a pill in her mouth and washing it down with a mouthful of bubbly liquid. The liquid was another intoxicant, one that she found distasteful and couldn’t ever drink much of but luckily didn’t need. The pill would begin working shortly.

Her bath oil was making her skin sensitive and smooth, the lotion was making it smooth and giving her a pleasant, painkiller numbness. The drink made her chest feel light and sent blood rushing to her crotch. Then the pill kicked in. It was a pure euphoric. She could feel her peripheral vision shrinking slightly, the individual muscles on her arms flexing as she applied one final rub of lotion to either large pink nipple. Then she felt the foaming cream on her hand as she pumped another handful and applied it between her legs. Her clit had started to feel swollen, now her lips were swelling as well, parting as her sex started to leak creamy, thick excitement. Putting her ankles up on her console desk, Samus applied just a touch of the lotion to her asshole with one finger. Then she reached over to the desk and grabbed her first toy.

As she did, her eyes flicked to the second monitor of her console and crushed the tab that was open there. On the other one, one of the girls had dared the other to remove her top, and her small, perky breasts were now exposed for both the camera and the other girl. On her second monitor Samus pulled up a video that she had made specially for this. While she consumed pornography… incorrectly… this was a video that caused a more thorough response.

With both hands, she applied lubricant to the long string of increasingly larger beads. Optimal lubrication application was perhaps the most underappreciated part of the sequence. Friction was pleasant in some activities, but completely ruined others.

“Samus, what you’ve done for the Federation today cannot be overstated,” A dull-looking older man in Federation military gear stared flatly into the camera he had recorded his message on. He put no more emphasis or gratitude into his voice than he might have ordering his lunch. Samus blushed. “Know that we do not put our faith in you lightly, and every time we have done so, you have delivered above and beyond the call of duty.”

She pressed the smallest bead against her asshole, no larger than the cleanser which had slid out of it earlier or the pill she had just taken. It slipped inside without resistance, but the feeling of something going in the incorrect way was a unique stimulation. One that it had taken her a long time to get used to, but which she was beginning to consider non-negotiable if your goal was to optimize the pleasure of your performance. She pushed increasingly larger beads inside. One quarter of the string, one half, three quarters. The largest bead still wasn’t something she had successfully done, and about two away from it this time she felt the beads meeting more serious resistance. Slipping the third-largest inside and feeling a pleasant stretch, she didn’t push any further. There was a tremendous pressure just inside of her asshole, and a pleasant feeling of fullness in her lower gut. These things were accentuated very pleasantly by her mix of preparatory measures, and would have enhanced standard masturbation beyond what it might have been by themselves.

“It’s a good thing you’ve done today, Samus,” It was a far more expressive, far more appreciative-looking young scientist now. On the first monitor, both girls had now dared each other to remove their tops, and were beginning to get exploratory with their hands. “We really can’t thank you enough.”

The next toy was a pair of cups which were quickly and easily applied to both nipples. Then as they were tightened they **** air out, pulling at her nipples and enlarging them until they filled the cups like teats at the end of her nearly head-sized breasts. She had heard that there were pills that could be found which could induce temporary lactation, and that such a sensation could heighten pleasure even further. It was something which sounded exciting, but which she still had some apprehension about. There was no perhaps about it, eventually, she would wind up trying it out. Once the apprehension passed, or once she was struggling to find some new angle to add. She wasn’t so enthused about the level of autonomy which it seemed to surrender, but several of the things she was doing now had, at one point, prompted similar concerns. The fear that she might over-stretch a hole. The fear that her nipples might remain swollen. The fear that she would become addicted to one or more of the substances she used to heighten it. None had come to pass. But on the other end of things, increasingly she had started to humor the fantasies of ruination. Shifting her body, purposely or accidentally, in some way which permanently warped her sex. Warped her for sex.

On the second monitor now, the messages she had received had stopped temporarily, and playing in their place was official footage of her standing on stage. A Federation officer in full dress uniform pinning a medal to the chest of her armor. Then walking to the front of the stage and delivering a - heavily censored - account of just what she’d done to earn her commendation. She’d wanted to rip off her helmet and kiss him. The longer he’d prattled on about her accomplishments the more she’d shuddered and squirmed inside of her suit. She’d even been in a post-masturbation cooldown period at the time, but it was like a lewd dream. Arousing without touch. For a moment, in her fantasies, the ship slipped away around her and she was on stage in her chair. Legs spread, in a stimulant haze, decorating herself for self-pleasure as she was commended. On the first monitor, the girls were kissing deeply. Samus grew bored of it and skipped that video.

Her hand glanced over her next toy on the table. She refused to take her eyes from the videos and it took her a few tries to get it. When she did, Samus clipped the miniature vibrator in place over her clit, where it held itself in place with skin-magnetic haptics. Setting it on the lowest setting, her mouth opened and she started to breathe slowly and evenly. The goal was not the end-state. She pushed back the growing wave.

“Hey Sammy,” Gandrayda flashed on her second monitor. “Wanted to thank you for helping me with this one. I don’t think anybody but you could have done this for me. It was good work, too.” On the first monitory, well-animated pornography played featuring a ****-looking woman clawing at the sheets as something vaguely non-human pounded her cunt with an outrageously-sized cock. Her stomach bulging around him, her face contorted in a mix of displeasure and ecstasy.

The last toy slid into her hand easily, since it was the last one she had set out beforehand. She compared the artificial phallus in her hand to the one in the video for a second with a soft smirk. The one she was holding was nowhere near as long or as thick - though it was a good deal longer and thicker than she would have expected herself to be capable of taking once upon a time - but she doubted that any human woman actually could take what was happening in the video and survive. Samus lubricated the tip and pumped the fake cock in her hand for a moment to wet it, then teased it against her pussy and slid it inside. She made a point now to use something which was a bit of a stretch. Not much of one, she hadn’t enjoyed trying truly uncomfortable stretches, but enough of one that she felt it. The dildo she had settled on both felt pleasantly intense and filling in the moment, and left her pussy slightly sore the next morning. A feeling that registered even through the enforced numbness, registered much more so than pleasure.

“On a physical level, you’re the single most amazing specimen of humanity we’ve ever seen.” An old weather-worn female scientist looked into the camera like she was talking to Samus herself, with a sort of envious disbelief. “My colleagues and I… really don’t have words for how impressive you are.”

On the other monitor, the monster climaxed, distending the woman’s stomach and causing her to make an inexplicable face that Samus hadn’t seen before. She tried to mimic it. Crossing her eyes while looking up with them, sticking her tongue out with her mouth open. It felt strange and didn’t add much to her experience. Mimicking expressions and movements rarely led to much sensation. As the video ended, it cut hard to the next. A waifish-thin woman engaged in intercourse with several rough-looking males. Her skin pale, theirs dark.

She had experimented with using a machine to pump the dildo for her, and still had the machine. If she ever decided to try climaxing purely from anal stimulation, she might have cause to break it out again. That seemed like it would take a tiringly long time. But when using her own hand to manipulate it, she could be as rough or as slow with the dildo as she wanted. She could drag it more up or down, one side or the other. Push it deeper or more shallow arrhythmically. As she started to pump it with her wrist, Samus parted her lips to breathe in time with the thrusts. A soft ‘Ha-Ha-Ha’ like a laugh, punctuating each time she pushed it most deeply inside of herself. Setting a tone which was not about racing toward pleasure, but lingering in it. The combination of sensations and sensation-heightening actions she had taken created a flow state. A brainless, empty feeling where pleasure was the sole motivator and sole measure of time. Where an individual orgasm would have as much impact on whether or not the sex continued as would an itch, a gurgle of the stomach.

But it was also important to break the seal. The endorphins and the oxytocin, the warmness that pooled in her crotch, the slightly tired feeling she would keep fighting against - those were all additive to the flow, not antagonistic. She picked up the movements of her wrist just slightly, not enough to be active or thoughtful and to break the flow, but enough that she felt the wave start to push her in one direction more strongly than the other.

“I think you’re the most beautiful person in the universe,” It was a slightly strange video message from a fan that she had never come around to throwing out. If the fan had been lewder, had exposed themselves or demanded something, Samus probably wouldn’t still have it. But it was detached and fawning, **** and hopeless. A love letter to a void. “I mean, I watch you up on stage, or I see the cam footage of you out on a mission and I think…”

Possession, that wasn’t what the fan said but that was always what Samus had read into the long silence before the message tailed off and eventually cut. On the other monitor, the hands of the men grip the woman’s skin hard enough to leave marks, they push and pull her around, yanking her hair. She speaks in happy squeals and groans. They lift her without effort. They **** her.

Her wrist started to move faster for just a moment before Samus let her head fall back and ripped the dildo up and out of her. As her pussy clenched around the air and her ass around the beads, a wet, clear spray came from between her legs and splashed against both monitors with its first movement before continuing as a weakening and drizzling stream. Her eyes naturally rolled back and she tried to cross them, trying again to mimic the girl in the video as she stuck out her tongue. Mostly, nothing changed. She just panted and twitched, feeling her clit throb in the hold of the vibrator, feeling the head-clearing elatedness of release. Her nipples ached pleasantly in the vacuum grip.

And then as it abated, she focused her eyes again on the screens, tasting herself on the dildo briefly before sliding it back inside of her. Pumping her wrist slowly again, she began to flow.

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