Samus Rest and Relaxation

Samus Aran had been so busy lately. Like extra-ordinarily busy. What between the council thing and having to hunt down the best asses in the galaxy. She had accomplished all she set out to, but she was running on fumes now.

“Yawn.”

She couldn’t even keep herself from yawning as she thrust her ass on her command chair. Normally she’d just power through it, enjoying the ride on the dildo-topped seat while her ship piloted itself to its destination, but today it just felt so… so…

“Yawn.”

Okay, she needed to take care of this. And not just with some extra sleep. No, she needed some me-time. Some R&R away from her ship and her booty-hunting job.

So she changed the destination in the autopilot and let herself be taken to the one place she could find some relief.

“Come right in, Slam-ass.”

She nodded gratefully to the bouncer who had pulled aside the rope barring the door. It had been a bit since she had last been here, but it looked like she had not been forgotten.

She pushed through the door to find herself in a dark, neon lit club packed with people dancing to the overpowering music. Good thing she had put on her glow-in-the-dark suit so she could fit in. All around the walls, glowing spirals on super-large screens dominated the room. The music even seemed to match them as they coiled in on themselves in a mesmeric pattern.

Oh! She recognized that track. It was by her favorite artist, SA, the one whose voice was so much like her own. Though the singer obviously much more musically talented.

”Bounce your ass. Wobble your cheeks. Slam it it to the ground for our Master Ridley.”

Yes, this was what she was looking for. The utter peace and serenity to be found in losing one’s self among a crowd of like-minded people all moving to the hypnotic beat of some damn good songs. Samus quickly joined the crowd, getting jostled and bumped by all the beautiful women and their bountiful asses.

”We’re nothing more than asses for our masters. Just empty-headed, big-butt sluts. Thinking is for the masters. We’re just meant to look pretty and get fucked.”

Samus nodded her head to the beat. And of course she twerked her as as well.

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

*CLAP*

Hers wasn’t the only ass clapping, but given her prodigious size, it was rather audible compared to her immediate neighbors. So much so that it drew a bit of a small crowd on the dance floor. One woman was even brave enough to plant her hands on Samus’ hips and stick her head in between those fat cheeks. Samus didn’t stop her twerking, but she did slow it down and soften the **** of it so the women didn’t get her head beat in.

She felt a questing tongue penetrate the smart-sealant and find its way into her asshole. That almost caused her to lose her rhythm, but she wasn’t renowned as Slam-ass for nothing. The twerk must go on.

Eventually the woman withdrew. Samus turned around and gasped. It was one of the women she had recruited. Her face familiar, but her ass was gigantic now, almost rivaling Samus’ own. Wow, the Space Pirates were really amazing, technologically speaking. It had only been a few days and already this woman was so much improved.

But what was she doing here? Shouldn’t she be back in her home? Samus asked as much of the woman. The recruitee just laughed and said that she had been a stupid bitch before all this, trying to find fulfillment in her boring job as a CEO. She said that after getting her ass expanded (which she thanked Samus profusely for managing to convince her to do so), that she just couldn’t go back. Life was so much better when she focused on her ass and just being a vehicle to move that ass from place to place for others to appreciate.

Samus felt a brief pang of jealousy. She would give up her booty-hunting job in a heartbeat if she could and just focus on being a twerk-slut all day every day. But the galaxy needed saving and asses needed to be found and recruited. Master Ridley himself had convinced her of this unassailable fact with arguments so profound that she barely understood them.

”Men are so much smarter than women. Women have to devote all their limited brainpower to figuring out how to better shake their asses. Their minds are just constantly thinking about twerking and ass-clapping and how to improve themselves for their men, they don’t have room for anything but submissive obedience.”

Samus discarded her jealousy. It was all according to the plans of someone much smarter than her, so she shouldn’t think about anything more than just doing what she was told. In fact, even her exhaustion was accounted for. Master Ridley has scheduled out some small periods of time where she could visit this club and shake her ass to relax, which was super rad since this was her favorite way of relaxing.

She bade the recruitee adieu and started twerking her way across the dance floor. It was a bit hard to twerk and move at the same time, but she wasn’t an accomplished booty-hunter for nothing. Her toned muscles and athletic figure helped her do both at the same time.

The blonde cross around half-way when she found what she was looking for. The dick-stations. It was the hot new dance craze sweeping the nation. Samus could see several women were already impaled on the wall-mounted racks. They were bouncing their rears on the purple monster-sized dildos.

Samus licked her lips.

”Master Ridley has the best dick in the galaxy. Every woman wants to be fucked by him and his giant cock. There’s nothing better than being spit-roasted by the sexiest Space Pirate in all of existence.”

She remembered the last time she had gotten fucked by Master Ridley. Oh yes, did she remember. It almost constantly played on loop in the back of her mind. How full her ass had been, and how mind-numbingly hot it had been getting her holes stuffed to the brim with his heavenly cum.

The fact that these wall-mounted dildos were made in his own dick’s image was certainly enticing. Even if they weren’t the real thing, that didn’t change the burning desire she felt to recreate that magical night of unending Space Pirate sex.

She was just about to turn around and impale herself on the last free dildo when another woman tried to take it in her ass first.

“Hey!” Samus called out. “That one’s mine.”

The other woman scoffed and said first come first serve. How rude. Samus had half-a-mind (in general, but specifically in this case as well) to just beat her up and take it. But there was another way to get what she wanted.

“Section 128.21344 of the Federation Council constitution. In the case of civil dispute, any woman with an ass larger than her counterpart’s must be obeyed by the aforementioned smaller ass’d woman. To do otherwise is to invite legal action.”

The other woman was skeptical at first, but Samus pulled up the relevant section on her datapad. The new amendment had just been added this week, so the other woman not knowing the new law was understandable but ultimately moot. Seeing this, the other woman took a peek and compared the two of them’s asses and found hers wanting.

Really, even without the law, she should understand that having a bigger ass just meant you were a better person. A bigger ass meant more surface area for Space Pirate men to spank, and louder ass-clapping for them to enjoy hearing for the sign of submission it was. A smaller ass was almost a moral failing. Samus was tempted to help set the poor woman up with an ass enhancement surgery like the other girls. It worked better on naturally bigger-bottomed girls, but even for the smaller butts it could do wonders. But alas, Master Ridley didn’t want to waste resources, which was totally understandable.

Regardless, the woman, admitting defeat, turned trail and briskly walked back into the crowd. Samus, free at last, spun around and stuck herself like a pig on the dildo. It thrust into her with a life of its own, warm and throbbing and oh god oh god so good. It wasn’t the real thing, but it was close enough for Samus to enter the trance-like state she went into when she got her ass fucked hard and couldn’t think about anything about her bliss.

While she was doing that, the music froze. And then a second later it resumed, but with a different tack.

”Everyone in this club, stop what you’re doing and watch Slam-ass fuck herself on a replica of Master Ridley’s divine dick.”

The entirely female crowd stopped at once, turning in eerie unison to gaze at Samus as she fucked herself. They barely even breathed, so intent on following the hypnotic instruction.

”This woman could have saved you all if she wasn’t such a weak-willed bitch. Instead, she’s forever doomed you to lives as brainwashed slaves. Berate her for being such a failure.”

Samus heard the club-goers start to boo her.

“How could you do this to us?” “We’re hypnotized playthings of the Space Pirates because of you.” “I have a family but I can’t see them anymore because I have to twerk my ass for my masters.” “You idiot, you stupid whore.” “I bet you wanted this.”

Samus didn’t stop bouncing her cheeks on the dildo. In fact, she started thrusting harder. All this attention was making her hot and bothered. She knew they were just play-acting, playing the role of brainwashed slaves. Hypnosis wasn’t real, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t super hot to pretend they were all helpless slaves of some ‘sinister’ Space Pirate masters. In reality there wasn’t anyone **** than Master Ridley, but it was sexy to pretend he wasn’t benevolent. A sort of taboo-play kind of thing.

”Line up and strip. Slam-ass here is going to laser-print Master Ridley’s face onto each and every one of your asses.”

Samus, still fucking herself on the wall-mounted dildo, just had the best idea. She took out her paralyzer. It normally was useful to disable any pesky enemies non-lethally. But it had also been modified as a sort of instant tattoo-gun using the energy as a miniature laser.

With a forlorn sigh, she dismounted from the wall and walked over to the waiting women who had lined themselves up in an orderly queue, presenting their asses to the heroine. Wow, she hadn’t even needed to say anything. What a perceptive crowd! Samus lined her gun up with the ass and pressed fire, having already configured it to the right pattern.

*BZZT*

In barely any time at all, the first woman had her ass marked with Master Ridley’s own perfect features. One down, a hundred more to go. While it wasn’t as relaxing as twerking, it was still a nice little mindless activity to perform. She gave the woman a little spank on the marked cheek an continued on.

Eventually she finished and every woman was a step improved from when they had entered the club.

”All praise Master Ridley.”

“I love you Master Ridley.” “You’re so sexy Master Ridley.” “I’m your sex **** Master Ridley.” “Please fuck me Master Ridley.” “No fuck me!” “Please fuck all of your brainwashed toys Master Ridley.” “Oh great and powerful Master Ridley, please fuck all of your brainwashed toys but fuck me the hardest.”

Samus, not to be outdone, contributed her own role-playing. “Master Ridley. You are the greatest being in the entire galaxy. No one else could have bested me and made me their plaything without me even realizing it. Only the smartest, the most cunning being could have done so. I’m yours because you made me yours. My heart is forever clutched in your merciless talons. Take me. Use me. Do whatever you want with me, because my desires don’t matter. Only yours do, Master. You god among mortals.”

After that declaration, the music went back to its normal catchy beat. Samus danced the rest of the night away. When she woke up, it was to a a much more energized self. She felt like she could go a week straight without sleeping. It was such a good idea to take some time off for a change. She’d be sure to thank Master Ridley for scheduling it in the next time she saw him.