Samus and Self-love

Before either of the girls realized it, they were mere moments from touching… they stood so close that they were each startled when they felt the hot touch of dick on dick, each reacting in exactly the same way with an inward gasp, their tight and toned chests expanding, one covered by the blue zero suit while the other was naked, hard nipples forefront. They each glanced down, watching as a gooey substance collected on the edge of the clone’s naked tip, drooling down under the weight of its own mass, sliding across the underside of the pulsing big cock. Beside it, the original’s flanged head bumped against it’s twin, colors mismatched by the zero suit still trying desperately to contain one of their meaty cocks.

They both looked up slowly, following each swell and dip of their matching curves. Their mirrored iris’ met, lips parted.

In the eyes of this woman… this creation of her own body, she saw something unexpected. Worry? Empathy? Yet as she took in the beauty that was her own being transposed onto another… she could understand. This… Samus, another Samus, had her memories. She would remember arriving on this vessel, the selection that she had chosen, the pleasure and excitement of growing her member, and then the… even greater excitement, unbridled joy even, of fertilizing her own womb. Then there was the messy after and the perverse week spent fully indulging in that same depravity…

Did she know all of it? All of the worry and self-doubt?

As Samus stared at her daughter-clone she could feel her cheeks heating up as the desire to turn away grew stronger. What stopped her was that continued expression of… acceptance and… sympathy. She could see no judgement, nothing but understanding and familiarity in those beautiful blue orbs.

Well, that and… other, more lurid signs.

Other Samus’ cock still pointed, her chest rising and falling with a speed which told her sire that Samus’ newest desire’s may not have been left behind with the transfer. So as Samus stood on a teetering edge of self doubt, she was surprised when she was suddenly face to face with her twin. The other had moved forward with all the grace of her athletically seductive form. Her eyes trained downwards, taking in Samus’ own wet lips, her own parted to let warm air flow. Yet she stayed standing, even more enraptured, now that she could feel the bodyheat emanating and smell her own musk, so familiar after all the time spent on the fated portal machine.

Samus didn’t know if this was what she wanted, couldn’t decide between the raging lust pulsing through her veins and this subtle worry that this was her own daughter, that she should care for her in ways different from the ones that she so desperately wanted at that moment. Seeing her clone standing there, all of the signs pointing to her daughter being just as enraptured with her own body as she was with hers, the perfect solution to this new desire that had been implanted into her. All that time spent on the portal machine, god it’d felt good, but what had really made it for her was the perversity of it all, the twisting acceptability of engaging in this specific act of **** self-love. Now she had the perfect solution to the conundrum, a physical person not her own but which was also a perfect replica.

She couldn’t resist.

She kissed her daughter, wet lips meeting, a gasp came from the girl as Samus delved in. Bodily, they entwined, their cocks tousled between their tight bellies, hips rubbing together as pleasure shot through their minds.

They both craved this, though neither had been prepared for how… absolutely fulfilling delving into this felt. Their body's felt alight with some newfound euphoria. Their knees shook, shivers running up their spines as their tongues tousled for supremacy, in a synchronous act of both giving and taking. They found the sensual game just as enjoyable as the familiar taste.

That air of sexuality grew rapidly, their motions and groping of one another becoming all the more aggressive. They barely had the forethought to find the nearest cot, kissing and moaning all the way, their cocks large and leaking a trail behind them. They found themselves lost in a lustful craze, taking turns exploring each other, discovering little but indulging in all of it. They kissed, groped, massaged, penetrated and licked each other, cumming with explosive pleasure so many times until both could barely be seen through the sheen of white dripping across skin and zero-suit.

Samus fucked her daughter of course, so many times that night in-fact that, with her over-productive organs, the clone looked in the early stages of pregnancy all ready, a look which only flared that beacon of desire brighter in her mind. Not to say that Samus didn’t enjoy having her own womb filled, she was familiar with the sensation by now but somehow experiencing it like this, to have her progeny, now with a cock of her own pumping Samus' little baby maker as she moaned and writhed in the woman’s strong grasp…

Somehow, throughout, Samus kept finding that she had a desire to be soft with her daughter, to embrace her in the midst of climax, setting a trail of soft kisses across her warm neck even as they engaged in such perversity. Each time she did, she felt a small relief rush through her and couldn’t help but think about how she had been worried for this gorgeous woman. Despite their similarities her mind kept going back to the fact that she was her "little girl" and it gave her immense pleasure to see her smile and moan with lust.

Other Samus seemed to realize something as well, as despite being equally as confident and seductive as her sire, she often let Samus lead. Almost as if in acknowledgement of where she’d come from, she played the part of sensitive and naive daughter.

By the end of it, they were both exhausted, wet and happy. Tightly ensconced in each other’s arms, gorgeous faces relaxed inches apart and wombs filled to breaking.

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They continued to have sex throughout the week of course. Each day their baby bumps filled out and their fornication became all the more “bumpy”. Not that they didn’t enjoy every moment of it. After all, those same baby bumps were reminders of what they’d done and that their joyous pair would soon be growing.

For a second time, Samus gave birth, this time enjoying the experience a little better since she felt more prepared for it. In side-by-side beds, she held hands with her daughter as the drones took the next generation away.

The difference this time was she wasted no time in working towards a fourth. She and Vermillion (the name her daughter had taken) indulged fully, not even giving their rapidly regenerating wombs time to shrink back down to their "normal" size before already blasting each other's inner walls at least a few times.

The third, fourth, seventh, thirteenth generation all came, each adding more than the last until the expansive station was becoming rather crowded. Somehow, the station kept up with the demand, each generation surprising Samus and the increasing orgy of self-infatuated futanari as all of their children would be taken away to be put to the rapid growth process. No one kept the "designated" names of the AI, instead coming up with their own upon being fully sentient, sometimes overlapping with other new names as the group of girls quickly passed a thousand.

Samus remained the only “Samus” however and enjoyed a bit of special treatment. Her daughters revered her even as they fucked her (on occasion), not as some kind of deity, but like what she truly was, their sire. Vermillion held a special place as well, as the first to be created from the first’s womb and cock, a place which meant that the majority of the time she warmed Samus’ bed. A place that grew all the more covetous as each generation doubled the last and the chances to fuck the "original" became increasingly small.

An endless orgy of blue-eyed, athletic and blonde futanari fucking in every room, hall, nook and crany. All while the station's AI kept them fed, diligently working to help the growing sea of gorgeous futa to impregnate each other again and again and again.

image - me (sorta). AI generated :D