good but ends up losing control

After exchanging blows with the drone, Samus had realized two things. First, that even though the drone fought using movements similar to hers, it lacked her ability to react and think quickly, which was normal given the difference in real-world experience. Second, that the drone wouldn't hesitate to damage itself to defeat her, so if she were to defeat it, she had to keep in mind that she needed to aim for a submission based not on leverage and traps, but rather on exhausting it, and sexual submission seemed to be the best plan.

Samus was evasive; once free and out of reach, the drone straightened its abdomen and attempted to stab her with its stinger.

That was also a problem, but perhaps she had an idea how to handle it.

Samus positioned herself in front of the drone, grabbed her opponent's Zero Suit at the breasts, and ripped it off, revealing her previously compressed chest (Zero Suits are super tight).

The drone didn't act embarrassed, instead trying to punch Samus, but Samus blocked it and pushed her to the ground, sitting on her abs, placing her legs to block her opponent's arms. Her hands grabbed her breasts near the drone's nipples and thrust hard.

The drone screamed in pain, but something else was also hidden in its scream: pleasure. The drone tried to react, spreading its legs, its aching abdomen bending, the boxer aimed at Samus's aching abdomen.

Samus put her plan into action. She pushed forward a little, aligning her abdomen with the drone's. A gap opened, and the stinger, instead of penetrating the flesh, entered the duct where the abdomen released the eggs. As the stinger entered, the gap compressed, trapping it.

The drone flailed, trying to free the tip, but was stopped by Samus's sudden reaction.

Samus arched her back, her hands forcefully pressing against the drone's chest as they both let out a similar cry of pleasure.

Samus hadn't counted on this; in fact, her bee abdomen is part of her reproductive organs. The human-bee hybridization had made that spot as sensitive as a second pussy, and now inside there was a stinger that wriggled, unable to damage the softer, rubberier interior, stimulating a sudden wave of unexpected pleasure in Samus.

On the other hand, even the droid's abdomen, although modified as a weapon, had vestigial elements of the insectoid and human reproductive system, particularly in the muscles around the stinger. A sort of small burst of pleasure that should have been activated when it impaled an enemy, but now with the stinger trapped and agitated, those tissues were being super-activated, giving the drone a pleasure comparable to sex. Perhaps this was how the queens delighted themselves in the absence of drones?

Samus refocused, trembling, and began to shake her hips against the Drone's breasts, who continued to moan with every thrust.

The drone, however, hadn't forgotten its purpose. It pushed against the floor with all its limbs, launching itself into the air along with Samus, crashing into another table together. Although it hadn't managed to free itself completely (its stinger was still in Samus's bee-like abdomen), it was now on top and tried to strangle Samus with its upper hands, and with its lower ones, since it seemed like an effective tactic, it forcefully grabbed Samus's breasts.

Three of Samus's arms struggled to pry the drone's hands from her throat, but the fourth finally tightened itself around the torn suit, grabbing the drone's pussy, making her gasp and briefly sapping her strength from her movements, allowing Samus to free herself from the suffocation and push her opponent's arms away.

Instincts were overtaking rationality. Samus closed her legs around the drone's hips, pulling her closer. The drone ripped off Samus's tights and tried to squeeze her nipples, making her gasp. Samus didn't give in, pulled the drone closer and **** a kiss on her.

The drone looked at her, shocked, but couldn't free herself. Samus was possessed by her new carnal desires, and the drone, from aspiring assassin, became a puppet in Samus's hands.

Samus turned the drone around, returning to her, lifted her right leg, and went pussy to pussy, forcing contact by grabbing her pelvis with her lower arms. Samus's aching abdomen wasn't just holding back the drone's sting, it was trying to push it further in with rhythmic movements.

The drone's attempts to free itself became weaker. Samus wasn't sure if it was due to the spasms of pleasure or if the drone had simply decided to enjoy it all, simply cooperating in pleasuring each other.

After half an hour, Samus recovered; she had never felt like this before, her desires had never taken over her.

Embarrassed, she stood up, detaching herself from the now defeated and submissive drone.

Now it was time to get some answers.