The Bitchbreaker Mix [Amazon, Stallion, Multipenis]

As Samus continued to pump her hips, the crowd began to go even wilder, the constant blend of excited screams and needy moans blending into a constant roar that only served to make the vibrations of her custom onahole - designed specifically to only bring her to orgasm with a sufficiently large and enthusiastic audience - even more intense. She shifted her grip and felt her fingers settle comfortably into the dents she'd left the first time she'd grabbed the handles, revelling in the memory of the metal warping under her prodigious strength as she did so. The pink spirals all around her began to pulse a bright, angry red that set her teeth on edge and flooded her body with an urge to crush anything in her way. The slabs of ultra-dense muscle that lurked beneath the thin layer of fat that gave her massive ass its jiggle and disguised her true physical power until she flexed began to clench, her previously-smooth curves gaining definition as she showed off her strength.

I'd better hold back a bit, a small part of her piped up. It's one thing to tear down a building while I'm still in it, it's quite another to tear open a space station while I'm still on it. The rest of her, however, wasn't in any mood to hear something as inane as a rational argument for the good of her own health, and tore the onahole off of its stand with the same casual ease with which she might tear the door off of a car. A handful of the watching crowd's members - mostly the technically male members, she noted with amusement - were so overwhelmed by the display of her impossible-to-hide physique's strength that they slumped bonelessly to the floor, like their own strength had deserted them upon seeing how outmatched it was. Without even the token restraint applied by fucking something bolted to the floor, Samus was free to leverage every rippling muscle of her towering frame to fuck her toy as hard and fast as the now-frantic beat demanded.

The blonde's nostrils flared as she blew out a long, steamy breath, her ponytail bouncing and swaying as she shifted her stance and used her new position to switch to longer, relatively slower strokes, so that the crowd could get a better look at the way her flared tip burst out of the reinforced cocksleeve with each one. A strange, but purely aesthetic, side effect of all the gene-splicing she'd undergone over the years, the blunt head of her cock and the prominent medial ring that was currently scraping the walls of her onahole had combined with her long, powerful legs and massive, muscular ass to saddle her with the nickname 'Stallion Samus' ever since puberty had made those qualities impossible to hide. More than one particularly juicy-looking bounty had found themself on the receiving end of a life-ruining session with Samus's cock for asking whether she fucked like a horse on top of kicking like one, their holes gaped and their brains broken to the point that only she could satisfy them.

Even with them wrapped up in the material of her Zero Condom for the safety of those around her, her bloated wrecking balls were still churning up enough musk for it to leak through the material, spurring the crowd - and, in turn, the onahole she was so viciously coring out - to even greater heights of appreciation and volume. It wasn't easy, being the galaxy's biggest icon of virility on top of her bounty hunting work, but at times like these Samus was grateful to have so many fans. If she couldn't take her horse-hung, diamond-hard body to clubs like this one to show off for the crowds, then she might... she might...

"nnngh~ FUCK!"

She might be stuck trying to suck both of her cocks instead of just one! She ran her tongue teasingly around the rim of her upper shaft, pinned firmly between her tits by the inch-wide band of material that ran between the two straps of the slingshot bikini portion of her Zero condom, pinning it between her breasts. She might have been rather bottom-heavy when it came to her proportions, but the towering - easily clearing seven feet before her trademark platform boots entered the equation - amazon's bust was pretty sizeable all by itself, more than enough to provide plenty of stimulation to her cock as the rapid motion of her hips caused her to fuck her own cleavage. The scent and taste of her own precum as it seeped through the near-translucent blue material was driving her wild, narrowing her perception of the world down to just her huge, throbbing cocks and swinging bal-

WHAP!

Another slap onto her overfull sack, from whichever lucky bimbo or femboy had managed to get that close without her musk rendering them too dizzy and dick-drunk to continue with their original course of action, pushed Samus over the edge. The hybrid practically roared in ecstacy as her cocks began to gush and massive, sagging, pearly-white balloons began to form at their tips, as so much treacle-thick jizz was churned out that it stretched the impossibly-durable material of the Zero Condom to the point of transparency. After only a few thickly-gurgling moments of her orgasm they were each the size of a large watermelon, and only growing larger as the crowed screamed for more.

The station analysed the delirious grin plastered across Samus Futaran's features as she came, and began to formulate the next phase of its plan. It could always keep reinforcing Samus's aggression and need to put her assets to use by doubling down on her current conditioning, but there were always other options; the Giantess track to enhance her already-impressive physical presence, the Busty track to get her even more addicted to fucking her own tits, the Goddess t-t-t-track to erROr ErroR errOr eRRor, the Cow track to make her a little more pliable and get her gushing fluids other than cum, the list went on and on.