With him...her... Samus Aran

In his train of thoughts he began thinking on how would he begin his purpose. He needed someone special. And his mind began to wander on what he wanted in his first.

First he wasn't in the mood for a man. Women had better hair, better curves, better everything. Second, he wanted someone physically similar to him. Not only sapient or humanoid, human. In an infinite universe, these two options somehow made it seem more impossible.

So he began recovering his memories trying to think on any of the women he worked within the Federation, or maybe some scientist in some cargo ship. But even if all of them, no matter if fat or fit, were great options, he felt it wasn't THE great option.

Then... a memory appeared. It was a repetitive memory. Something that he used to do almost every day so much that it became a thoughtless process. The simple act of waking up... or to be more precise preparing himself.

When he was a she, she didn't sleep with the zero suit. Even if it was comfortable as hell and it helped keeping her body hot when she was sleeping on an icey planet, it just didn't felt right to sleep with it. It was kidna like sleeping in her Power Suit.

So when she slept on a motel or, more normally, in the Gunship, she slept with her hair lose, with a white tank top with a cute pink ball and white panties. And she always went to the bathroom with her body mirror.

The incubus penises began erecting when he thought of the days where he checked himself in the mirror, how the tanks top was just small enough that he could see his chiseled but feminine stomach. How he streched to keep his flexibility intact, to the point that he could put his legs into a perfect I shape. His pussies began aching whenever the panties felt a little too tight, looking at his cameltoe. And, in those rare moments when the stoic felt like being funny and just showed the tongue were enough to make him cum in all of part

"COMPUTER" He screamed in complete extasis and lust "PLEASE TELL ME THAT YOU CAN CLONE ME"

"Yes sir" Said the robotical voice. "I can create an army of you sir"

"No, no. One of me is perfect enough, two and the universe would explode" Said with a grin of confidence of his face. "What I mean is if you could create a clone of me BEFORE I entered the station"

"Of course. And I can change your clone in any way you wish?"