still on the ship, development between Samus and the first drone

Things had calmed down, and Samus wondered what was happening inside her and her feelings about what had happened moments before.

The thought of her drones... her daughters and what they'd done... what she'd done while listening to them...

Samus didn't feel normal about it. She'd always been a loner, she'd never truly cared for someone for a long time, and now... the first drone was acting like a mix of rival and lover, the second clearly wanted to be intimate with her and at the same time assert himself as second in command.

Furthermore, she could no longer deny that she felt aroused by their presence and their rivalry. A haughty, persuasive voice in her head sounded smug, "You're a queen, I told you you enjoy your servants fighting to lick your feet."

Samus shook her head. Was she going crazy? Was it one of those cases of multiple personalities that form due to stress, or is it all the fault of the peach pheromones inside her?

Samus: I know who I am, I'm a bounty hunter, not a queen.

The voice didn't resonate in her head to answer him. Samus told herself that maybe she needed a vacation; talking to a supposed second personality in her head certainly wasn't healthy.

She heard the sound of a door opening.

Samus turned to see the first drone, looking rather disheveled. Her hair was a mess, her Zero suit was still open, with the left side hanging down, exposing her shoulder and breasts to the air.

He approached her, looking tired but satisfied.

Samus: You shouldn't be walking around like that.

Drone1: I do what I want, Samus, as always. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know... I caught you.

The drone was wearing a huge, self-satisfied smile.

Samus: I don't know what you're talking about.

Clone1: You tried to stay silent, but you know, when I heard a groan coming from the wall, I had a doubt, and I just found the transmitter. Apparently, you were having fun listening in.

Samus holds back the swearing; after all, the drones were modeled after her, so it was understandable that she'd caught it.

Clone1: I don't think 2 even noticed, she was too... intense at that moment.

Samus sighed, there's no point in denying it.

Samus: I was listening to you two to make sure you didn't kill each other.

The drone showed an amused expression, showing that he didn't believe Samus's excuse.

Samus: Did you call her 2 anyway?

Drone1: Well, "mom" (she hold up her fingers to make quotation marks with hands) you didn't give us a name or anything like that.

Samus opened her mouth to reply, only to find herself at a loss for words.

Samus wondered if is it her responsibility? Should she have given him a name?

The drone, seeing her suddenly start to think, spoke immediately, as if to cover his gaffe.

Drone1: I'll choose my own name! Don't even think about it!

Samus looked at her, her face completely red.

Something inside Samus decided to tease her.

Samus: It's my right, you know? What do you think of Sammy? I could call you my little Sammy.

Drone1: What the hell! It's too similar to yours!

But she seemed to blush even more.

Samus: Back on the station before I adopted you, you wanted to completely replace me, so I thought you'd like a name similar to mine.

Her drone seemed to gasp for words.

Drone1 (temporarily Sammy): You... I STILL HAVEN'T RECOGNIZED YOU AS MY MOTHER!

Her face was red with embarrassment, trembling, and she quickly turned away, trying to walk away, but Samus's hand grabbed her arm.

It was instinctive; Samus didn't want to let her go like that.

Sammy: What are you...

Samus pulled the drone closer, pushing his head against her breast and then hugging her.

Sammy froze; Samus had never been so explicit with her; usually, she was the one who provoked Samus.

Samus spoke softly to her.

Samus: You shouldn't feel embarrassed. If you wanted a name, you could have asked me first... I thought you wanted to choose it yourself, and I gave you space... if you don't like Sammy, we can find another one.

Sammy felt confused; she hadn't yet seen Samus's mothering in action... it was pleasant... then she focused on the sensation of her breasts on her face, her thoughts wandering to their sweet contents.

Samus wasn't expecting this. She felt the drone's hand tug down the zipper of her Zero suit. She looked down sternly at Sammy.

Sammy: As for the name... I'll let you know. Sammy isn't bad... but I'll have the last word.

This softened Samus, who decided to let the drone do the rest.

Sammy bent down. Usually, when he breastfed Samus, he did it out of desire and in a rough and frantic manner; this time, he did it softly and slowly.

Not far away, the second drone was watching them both with anger and jealousy, gritting its teeth in a grimace and gripping the edge of the bulkhead with enough **** to dent it.