Hunted Hunter (Metroid Bimbofication)

Hey folks!

I hope things are going well for everyone. Next week I'm going to be (hopefully) doing some more work on the Eraser game I demoed last month - but today, you get two stories, because writing is going well and I'm in a good place to share stories from! 

First up, something I wrote during Metroid Month (which was October, because Dread came out and was fantastic) - you can expect a couple more Samus things to show up here from that glorious time eventually. Also, this one stars an OC from Zarvex3, who I worked with on this one (I think he'll be showing off some art of her pretty soon, if you're interested!)

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(Contains bimbofication)

“Hm. You aren’t her.”

Samus spun around, blaster at the ready, and levelled her weapon at the sudden arrival. “What the- who the hell are you?”

To be fair to her, the mission she was on had already gone horribly wrong. The reactor of the ship she was supposed to be guarding had gone critical and she’d been forced to crash land on what was supposed to be a deserted planet, only to find it was actually a secret base for the Space Pirates (and they were swarming all over the place, of course). And naturally her armour had been disabled during the crash, stripping her all the way back to her zero suit with only her weakest upgrades available to her…

Yeah. Samus Aran was having a bad day. She wasn’t about to take any chances on a mysterious stranger. Especially one who looked as shady as this one did. The figure was hiding most of her body beneath a loose cloak, but Samus could make out a few feminine curves – and she could also see that the woman’s arms and legs were artificial, made of some kind of dark metal. A bot, maybe? That would match what she could see of the figure’s face. The parts that weren’t hidden in shadows looked smooth and blank – no sign of any facial features…

“I am Idyanov 402Y,” the woman said, her face flashing with red light on every word – yep, bot. “But that is no concern of yours. I am seeking my target, and I followed readings that I believed were hers here… Yet instead of Damus, I find you. Irritating.”

Samus’s eyes narrowed. So this woman, Idyanov, was a bounty hunter? She’d never heard of her – but then, a lot of hunters had started popping up in the galaxy lately. The name of her prey, though, could that be…? No. Impossible. There was no way. Besides, if she was around, then Samus would be the one to take her down, not anyone else.

“Well sorry to disappoint,” the blonde muttered, still keeping her gun levelled at the stranger. “I’m Samus Aran, Hunter and warrior of the Chozo people. If you-”

“Did I ask who you were?” The bot snorted, stepping forward without a trace of fear – and in the light Samus could see she was definitely a bot. Transparent parts of her body showed only flowing energy beneath her skin. She was little more than an artificial suit, it seemed. “I care only for my prey. If you know of her, tell me. If you don’t, why are you wasting my time?”

“… Charming.” Samus rolled her eyes. Rookie hunters were always like this, desperate for someone to take them seriously. Of course acting like an ass wasn’t going to help their case. “I don’t know squat about your target – I have my own to be looking out for. But hey, maybe if you help me get off this planet I can ask some of my contacts if they’ve heard anything for you.”

The bot looked distinctly unimpressed. In fact, the blonde had the distinct feeling that she was rolling her eyes, even though she didn’t have any. “As if I need anything of the sort from a pathetic organic like you. Very well then.” Energy gathered around Idyanov’s right hand, and in a flash a spear had materialised in her grip – slightly taller than her and forged in dark metal. “If you will not assist me in any meaningful manner, then I’ll have to make sure you can no longer interfere in my hunt. Once you’re sufficiently altered my scans should stop picking you up – and I can get some credits out of this waste of time trip as well.”

Samus wasn’t an idiot – she knew a threat when she saw it. The instant the other hunter had pulled out a weapon she’d been reading for battle. This room wasn’t great for her – the open terrain favoured her opponent’s weapon and gave her little to deflect it, but she had the advantage of a ranged weapon, and if this rookie hunter was as green as she seemed, then the fight shouldn’t be too difficult, even without her suit.

That assessment lasted up until the moment Idyanov blurred forward in a flash of red and swept the legs right out from under the blonde with a single swipe of her spear’s shaft. Samus found herself tumbling backwards, landing on her ass before she even knew she was falling. She reacted quickly, trying to roll away, but Idya was already on her, kicking her blaster away to the other side of the room, before smacking the blonde down to the ground again, spear pointed directly at her chest.

Samus stared up at her, wide eyed. This woman was fast. If she had her suit then she might be able to handle her, but even then she’d be hard pressed. Without it, she was practically helpless.

Idyanov knew it too. Samus could feel the smugness radiating off of her. “Just as I thought. You organics are all the same. How fortunate you’re all so easy to handle.”

“Alright…” The blonde spoke slowly, raising her hands palm up, a clear declaration of surrender. She knew when she was outmatched. “You win. Now what do you want? This doesn’t have to get ugly.”

The bot just laughed. “Oh, I’d say it already has, looking at that inefficient husk of meat you call a body…” she said, releasing her spear. It hovered in place, still ready to pierce Samus’s heart at a moment’s notice. Idya must have been controlling it remotely. And with her hands now free, she lifted them up to the base of her neck, fingers searching out and unclasping the locks on her suit there. “But judging by my research, other organics would disagree with me. In fact, I think they’ll pay me plenty of credits for the chance to enjoy that body of yours – and that’ll suit me just fine.”

Samus’s lips curled into a snarl. “You’re a slaver? You think you can just sell me off?”

“Oh, I recognise a few changes will have to be made.” There was a hiss of air, and then, pop, Idya’s head came off in her hands. Her body just remained standing, towering over the downed hunter without issue despite her now uncapped neck. And her head, for what it was worth, kept ‘speaking’, the energy flowing inside her mask uninterrupted. “But that shouldn’t be a problem. Here, let me get you up to speed with the program~”

And then in one move the boy suddenly slammed her hollow head down on Samus’s blonde one, the mask sliding on over her ears and under her chin in an instant. The hunter had one single moment of confusion, her eyes searching the interior of the helmet wildly for answers, her hands automatically reaching up to yank the intrusive garment off of her-

“What the heeaaaggggyyyyyyyaaaaa…”

- before the brain blasting began. Red energy surged around her skull, flaring brightly before pouring in through her unprotected ears, flowing right in down to her brain. Samus’s eyes rolled up in her head for a moment, flickering madly, and then the visor before her face began to flash with hypnotic colours and patterns, a swirling spiral capturing her gaze whenever she could see straight. Gas, pink and sweet, began to pump into her lungs, a warm sensation spreading out through her chest, and then quickly to the rest of her body.

Energy smothered her thoughts, filling up her brain so much that other parts of her had to be pushed out to make room. Her mind, captivated by the distracting lightshow in front of her, never noticed as knowledge began to vanish out of her head. Things like combat training, space navigation, basic math, useless things that she didn’t need, drizzled out of her ears, replaced by warm and filling red. And in return, each flash made her warm body cum and cum and cum like there was no tomorrow…

But not to worry – those thoughts weren’t lost forever, no! For as they slipped out of her brain, the energy wave seized them and carried them off to other, more deserving parts of her body, converting katas and firing patterns and star systems and subtraction into fuel for her curves. As the human babbled gibberish into her new fashion accessory, her suit started to strain, blue latex stretching around growing boobs and an inflating ass – until her infamous zero suit was forced to rip apart, exposing her now nicely boosted boobs and finely fattened ass to the world.

Eventually, though, the process had to end. After all, Samus didn’t have much of a brain left to blast anymore. Slowly, the red energy released her, leaking out of her ears and leaving nothing but empty space behind in what had once been her mind. Once it was all done, Idya’s body grasped her helmet firmly, and yanked it off the blonde’s head with another pop, revealing the once serious bounty hunter with her tongue hanging out, breathing heavily, her thickly glazed eyes crossed over a stupid smile.

Then, quite thoroughly spent, the blonde toppled backwards, crashing down to the earth, one hand sliding into the cleft between her legs as she giggled quietly – a brain blasted bimboslut through and through.

And Idyanov slid her head back on, taking a moment to shake it out to get rid of the drool that had built up inside her, clasping it on firmly before looking down at her latest conquest in amusement.

“Much better,” she laughed, already picturing how much this slut would fetch her on the market. “It’s always fun to teach you organics your place. And with you out of the way, I’m one step closer to finding Damus.”

If the bot could have, she would have grinned. “I can only hope she proves to be more of a challenge than you did, slut~”