just when it comes down to it

Samus: What, surprised?

Kreatz was making his idiot face.

Kreatz: What can I say? In the past, you've always been, well, uninterested.

Samus: It's true. When I was young, I had my own goals, and I think all those genetic modifications have lowered what should be my normal predisposition.

Kreatz: Has anything changed?

Samus: Actually, I've undergone a new modification that, let's say, has unlocked those instincts I couldn't espress. Maybe we'll talk about it later, it's still a delicate matter.

Samus didn't want to lie to her friend, but she had no idea how he'd react to the space station thing and the fact that she's not the real Samus but a clone.

Kreatz: I understand. Well, you know, when we were both still recruits, I had a little crush on you, but that's old news.

Samus: Really?

Kreatz: Actually, that was one of the reasons I initially followed you to Zebes. I wanted to show you that I was ready to be by your side.

He said this, posing as if he were in front of a camera capturing a hero.

Samus chuckled.

Samus: And I have to admit, I thought about it for a while, but then you know how it went.

Kreatz: Yeah, the betrayal of Gray Voice and the Mother Brain, who allied themselves with the Space Pirates and their crazy plan to reorganize the galaxy. You haven't stopped since then, and we've seen each other maybe three times in ten years?

Samus: Well, if you're up for it, I wouldn't mind a date and see how it goes.

Samus knew exactly where she was going: a couple of days without sex and she felt like a junkie looking for a fix. Her MILF body seemed to possess a weakness she hadn't expected before leaving the station, and only her strong self-control kept her from rushing to the first brothel in town.

Kreatz: Yeah, why not? I'm currently working as a detective, so I can move around very freely. I'm sure no one will complain if we go to a bar to ask a few questions and end up having a couple of beers.

Kreatz smiled, putting on a sly face.

The two left the police station shortly afterward, heading for a bar, unaware that someone was keeping an eye on them from a distance with binoculars.

The date at the bar was fun. Kreatz was happy to update her with funny anecdotes about what had happened to him over the years, and Samus laughed like she hadn't in a long time. They exchanged jokes from the past and a light flirtation, and so it happened that they got their own room.

Samus and Kreatz entered the room. Kreatz seemed a little intimidated; after all, he was 30 centimeters shorter than Samus (163 cm to 191cm), and Samus was still wearing her armor.

Samus removed the armor, revealing her new MILF body.

Kreatz found himself open-mouthed, unable to speak, blushing profusely.

Samus: Hey, wait until I take off my suit before you rip a hole in my pants.

Kreatz chuckled embarrassedly.

Kreatz: How can I say... you've always been beautiful, Samus, but now you're super sexy.

Samus: On one hand, I think it's fantastic, but it's actually quite tight in the suit.

Kreatz: Wait, all this is.... Samus, did you ascend to godhood while I wasn't looking?

Samus: Exaggerated as usual.

Samus slowly removed the suit, her movements slow and persuasive, but soon she found herself naked in front of a completely adoring Kreatz.

Samus: You know, I think this is the moment when you take off your clothes too.

Kreatz was naked in less than ten seconds. Not even he knew how he'd removed his armor, undersuit, and underwear in that short amount of time, but somehow he did it.

Samus admired Kreatz's body, a young man, toned but not overly muscular, with the face of a perverted elf. The galaxy had certainly seen more attractive cops, but he was still respectable.

Samus was about to leap at him like a panther in heat when...

THE ROOM EXPLODED!

Not far away on the roof of the nearby building, a figure slithered by, wearing familiar black armor.