Evolution Confusuion Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Upon her second return to her homeworld, Samus could see so much more. Where once, Adam had been highlighting boot tracks, Samus could now see hesitant footsteps, the fearful tremble of a woman both a child and an adult all at once. She could see how the slightly murkier boot prints told a story, the story of her clone’s panicked sprint through rundown hallways.

Samus still wasn’t sure wether it was the correct choice or not, but for her return, she decided to descend without her armor. It could, all too likely get her killed. If the clone had given in to being a tool of war, of parasitic feast. If the other Samus was what she had been built to be…  it may not have been a good idea- it may, in fact, have been an abysmal idea. But something called to Samus, urged her to go without all her powerups and weapons. Just in case, she kept her pistol along with it’s grapple, but that was more for escape if need be.

Samus paused, took a deep breath, and immediately felt the pheramones thick in the air and filling her. The other her smelled good- distinctly different, and stunningly like home. She remembered the thick odors that oft accompanied the chozen springs. The thick mating odors and the way both her adoptive family and others of the Chozo began to act differently. Samus couldn’t help but think back to how she watched up at the giant avian aliens and how they churtled over each other. How the males of the species grew overly protective and eager to spread their wings over their mates. She also remembered how easily the females found their feathers ruffled, the looks of exhaustion and clear strain they wore as their bellies swelled with a fresh clutch. It also all made her think to how, spontaneously after one day each spring, the women would begin fiercely guarding their nests. Samus was young, but even then she knew what had happened, that the women were guarding their nests.

She also remembered the loud squawking the preceded it all, both that of the mating and of the laying. There was so much to it, to all of what made the Chozo culture. There was so much, and the thick odor of the clone’s pheromones brought it all flooding back. Of course, it also spurned that twisting in her core once more. She had already dealt with her truncated menstrual cycle after her shower back on the ship. Adam had warned her not to go without her suit. The AI had been rather diligent about warning against it; that it could be dangerous and that the unfiltered pheremones could slow her or hampen her judgement. That her body would be ready for another round soon and that the clone would spurn an even worse estrus cycle if she allowed herself to get too close. Samus paid him no heed. She could handle herself. The… the horrible twisting in her core was a nuisance, nothing more. And… the wetness that pooled in the crotch of her zero suit was… simply something to be ignored- nothing more. This venture was simply to check in on the clone, to offer her whatever guidance or help Samus could offer. She simply wanted to pass on the same patience, assistance, and kindness the Chozo had shown her before. That was it. This exertion was certainly not to objectify the other her’s atypical body or use it for matters of getting of and sating that insatiable need that brewed and boiled between her legs.

Samus struggled to subdue her simmering ache. She struggled to keep her mind on track, to focus the ways she should. She struggled, so she spent her time, trying to dissect what the foot prints she followed meant. She had long since found the spot where she and the copy squabbled last. The area had been damaged beyond repair, but Samus knew it was where they had fought because she recognized the damage caused by the awakened metroid dna. In tracking and piecing the clues together, Samus felt she could put together the full psychological journey th other her endured.

Hesitant footsteps denoted, to Samus, the same terror she felt when the transformation had happened to her. She felt horrible for the clone. She had no idea how many memories they might share, how much of Samus had been hijacked along with her genetics to be replicated. How much of her existence did the other her comprehend? Was it possible that she had no idea? Or did she have Samus’s every memory leading up to her dna being stolen jumping righty to release from a cloning tank?

Samus tracked the destruction, the rubble and prints up and down several small corridors. She had to crawl without her morph ball a number of times to follow the clone’s tracks. She huffed and sighed and felt the pheromones grow thicker and thicker. There were other odors, headdier odors, ones Samus could clearly recognize as the result of the clone pleasuring herself. That thought and the subsequent image it spurned in her mind made her gut roil with jealousy. Didn’t the clone know there was a viable womb to spill her seed in right here?! Didn’t she know that Samus was ready, willing, and desperate to have her eggs fertilized and curl up with the clone in a freshly gathered nest?

Samus pounded her fist on the ground and cursed her mind along with her newly awakened biology. She didn’t need to be getting so distracted like that. She needed to be logical, pragmatic, sharp. She needed to be ready to help, evade, or kill, whichever ended up necessary. The last of which was certainly the least appealing. Now that she knew, now that she knew the copy was in fact a clone, just another of her, the idea of killing it seemed… inhumane. Wrong. But, there was a chance Raven Beak did something to her, changed her, or otherwise instilled her with some vile blood lust.

Samus hated that it was a possibility. She wanted to believe that there was something indellably good in her, but she knew all too well that was not true. It wasn’t true of anyone, much less her, the bounty hunter.

It was clear when she began to close in on her other half of herself. The clone keened loudly as she pleasured herself. Samus tried, for a moment to pretend she didn’t know what the sounds were… but there was a time when she still had yet to physically become herself, a time where she had once felt a need to pleasure herself. She recognized the sounds. She understood what it was no matter how much she wanted to pretend not to; no matter how much harder it made focusing.

She spent thirty minutes trying to find the best angle from which to approach. Trying to find the best angle and waiting for the other her to finish gratifying herself. Thankfully, eventually, the other her finished. The other her finished and fucking hell, the odor of her release made Samus swoon. She swooned and felt wobbly on her feet as tried to ready her approach.

Quietly, and after waiting an additional three minutes to calm herself, Samus hung from the ceiling and descended gently with her grapple beam. There she was, the clone, mostly bare, her zero suit open down to the sternum to reveal her chest and her phalluses. The info she had garnered from Adam informed her that there was a likelihood that the other her would have feminine attributes like breasts. The clone would likely have been made to exact specifications of Samus’s genetic code; that explained the Chozo features like the diphallia, some small patches of short feathers, and the shimmering metroid eyes. Adam also relayed that the clone tank would likely have affixed the clone with implants to regulate her hormones to the same as Samus’s at the point of sample. That explained the breast development. They were beautiful. About half a cup smaller than Samus’s. All of the clone was beautiful. Samus knew, she knew empirically that by the standards of the federation she was pretty or attractive, but she never understood what that truly meant till she spotted her clone laying there in a freshly cobbled together nest with release covering her taunt stomach.

For fuck’s sake, she wanted to lick it up. She wanted to lick the other her clean from head to tail. She wanted to do so so so many things, so many dirty, despicable things to the other woman. She wanted to- “Qwabqw” Samus churtled from the depths of her throat without ever intending to; it came completely out of instinct.

The clone spun around, she flipped over and struck a defensive, almost primal stance. Her hands and feet pinned on the rim of her nest so she could be ready to strike and defending the whole of her nest at once. Thankfully, if there were to be a fight, the two of them would be on fair grounds, neither armored.

“You!” The clone hissed and her rippling muscles twitched.

“I-”

“YOU!” The clone sneered and her eyes glowed the color of a wild metroid.

Samus tried to open her mouth, but the clone launched from her perch the moment she dared twitch a muscle.

“What are you! Another Sa-X!” The clone bolted, speeding as if she already had a shine spark saved up. Samus expected to be able to react fast enough. She expected it to be sharp, not dulled by the distracting odor of the alluring clone. "Well!?" The clone demanded impatient as she collided with Samus and pinned her against the wall behind her.

"F- fuu-" Samus coughed and choked as she felt her clone's elbow pressed to against her throat. That was when she first noticed another difference of the clone. On both the center of her chest and just behind her elbows, she had elegantly beautiful but short down feathers. Up against her throat, they would have been soft if not for the fact that she was damn near having the life chocked out of her.

The clone's nostrils flaired and her eyes glowed faintly of both phazon energy and Metroid. She- she was on the brink. It was clear to Samus that the clone had comprehension and logic, but she was also clearly scared, terrified and on the brink of loosing herself to that fear.

"So!?" The clone demanded and pressed Samus's head against the wall with a harsh commanding strength. A strength that made Samus's mind fog. "What are you? A phazon clone? Something else? I-” The clone sniffed at Samus's neck- she was clearly distracted too. "What- what did you to to me!" The clone snarled and visibly moved in closer, sniffing more at Samus. "Why did I- I- changed- I've felt…" The clone's breaths grew heavy and husky. Her eyelids fell halfway and Samus could feel it. Both of the other woman's lengths were at full mast, pressed up against her thigh. For all the stars in the sky, with her breathing restricted ever so slightly and the clone's sex gently grazing against her thigh… Samus feared she might collapse or start dripping through her suit.

"What!" The clone tried again only to grow distracted once more. "What did you-" Her nose fell all the way to Samus's neck and traced up it gently. "Do…" Idly, the clone pecked a little kiss to Samus's neck. It was clear she struggled not to preen Samus and right the zero suit by stripping it off of her. "To-" Her voice caught in her throat as she leaned more into Samus's neck with her elbow and her free hand fell down to grab firmly at Samus's hip. "Me!" She damn near howled and bucked up against Samus, demanding Samus's flesh as she loosed a clear desperate sound of desire.

"N- Nothing." Samus felt her knees weaken as she tried to press back into the perfect pressure on her hip. She whined as much as she could with her throat imminently under threat of being crushed, she keened and allowed her eyes to plead with the clone.

"Smell good…" The clone lightened the pressure on Samus's neck.

"You smell good too." Samus nearly moaned as blood rushed back to her head.. Her whole existence screamed as she swooned into the clone. Desperate to smell more of her intoxicating aroma. Vision nearly tinting darker, Samus felt a needy little whine on her lips.

“Fucking~” The clone huffed and grabbed Samus by her pony tail, yanking her head back up. She seemed to all but collapse into the wall behind Samus while still holding Samus up by her hair. Deep pants and huffs filled Samus’s mind as the clone breathed against her ear and neck. The clone clearly couldn’t help herself as she rolled her hips against Samus, smearing the release that covered both her phalluses and her belly all over Samus’s hip and stomach. There were no words for how much Samus adored the scent and sensation of being smeared in the viable mate’s release. “What did you do to me! I! I can’t stop! It hurts and I! I! I!” The clone panted and began to buck harder against Samus.

The bounty hunter earnestly intended to reply with something logical, something coherent, something helpful and beneficial for the other woman. She meant to come here to help. She really did. But… but… “Hurts~ Mate… need… mate!” She panted out in a whine as she fought the clone’s grip at her hair only to feel the delightful possessive tug at her scalp. It was enough to make Samus loose herself completely. Instinct took over. Instinct won out, and Samus spoke out in her adoptive tongue. “Help.” She pleaded in Chozo; the same request the clone had given her on their first encounter. “HELP!” She cried out again with even more desperation.

That seemed to be enough, it broke the clone. In a swift motion, the hungry clone yanked Samus’s hair forward to pull her completely off ballance before spinning her around and slamming her back into the wall. It was rough chozen stone, coarse and textured as it dug into Samus’s cheek, but fuck if it didn’t feel phemoninal and leave the bounty hunter dripping. It only got better worse when the clone grabbed firmly at her ass. Her clone groaped and slapped her rump, sending squeals flying from the original. The clone panted and huffed, sniffing all along Samus’s shoulder and occasionally nipping or kissing at it, simulating the preening instinct laden in their shared genetic code.

Without warning, the clone reached under Samus and ripped her suit at the crotch. In an instant, she was laid bare, completely uncovered and open for the clone to take and fill. Again, Samus felt the plead biol up in her throat. “Help.”

“M- Mine… Mate!” The clone gruffed and wrapped Samus’s hair in her fist. “F- fertile! Mate!” She snarled and lined herself up with Samus. Obviously distracted with Samus's scent, the clone bucked up without slipping in. Her two phalluses split, one sliding up and between Samus's ass cheeks and the other sliding directly under her slit; grinding tauntingly against her clit.

Samus couldn't control herself. She had no control and it wasn't her fault when her body arched back and rubbed up against the clone's two perfect lengths. Naturally, it also wasn't her fault when she whined and whimpered with pleasure.

The clone panted breaths down Samus’s neck and pulled harder at her hair as she rocked her hips, enjoying the sensation of her cocks against Samus’s bare flesh. “What did you- Do to me!” She forced with evident effort as her hips continued along.

“Nothing- just! Pheremones! F- fertile… need… please…” Samus pressed her head into the wall and tried to hide her shame. “I- I’m sorry.” Samus choked out.

“S! Sorry!?” The clone snarled. “I don’t want sorry!” She rutted against Samus harder and one of her lengths nearly slipped inside Samus.

Samus shuttered. It nearly broke her to feel the taunt of what she needed coming so close and slipping past again. “What- what do you want?” Samus’s fingers twitched and she considered fighting back, trying to escape. She considered it, but it was a fleeting idea at most. She wanted this, she wanted it desperately. The only question was what the clone wanted.

“Want?! I want… want…” The clone’s breaths changed as for a moment she turned inward and struggled to answer. “Want you! Your! Drenched cunt! Full with- my! Chicks! Want!” She hesitated another moment. “Answers! What did Raven Beak do!? What are you! What happened to me- to my body! Why am I-” She seemed to break free half a moment for lucidity. It, however, was transient as her lips rushed down to preen at Samus’s neck more as her hips redoubbled their efforts; nearly crushing Samus against the wall.

“Yes. Have answers- and- and want… chicks… your chicks.” Samus dared to turn her head with what slack the clone gave her. She dared to turn to see the clone. “I’ll answer everything- wether you… or not.” She managed to whisper.

“You are mine!” The clone snarled. “I’ll have you! I’ll take you! I’ll fill you!” She gripped painfully at Samus’s hip for a moment, but released. “I’ll fuck you stupid and fertilize your every egg.” She pulled back and one of her perfect slender tips slipped directly against Samus’s entrance. “I’ll drag you back to my nest and won’t let you leave till it’s full and I have my answers!” Her beautiful glowing eyes shimmered bright, almost threatening to slip Samus into a trance. They nearly pulled Samus in entirely, but suddenly she noticed the gap, the emptiness where she expected more words to come. Only after she blinked did Samus realize that under everything else, under the haze of pheromones and desperation, they both needed to know of the other one was ok with what was to happen before it inevitably occurred.

“Please.” Samus requested with so much more comfort than she had a moment prior. Now she knew. She knew, the copy was really just another her under it all; just as scared as she was, just as desperate.

“Mine.” The clone dropped any and all pretense before bucking herself all the way in with one of her lengths.

Samus gasped, her jaw dropped wide in the shock of the sudden intrusion. The clone’s separated phalluses were slim, but it felt enormous to Samus without preamble. She remembered Adam recounting that Chozo took things slow and cursed all the flawed databanks he read data from. She cursed it, however her very soul revled in the sting of being filled so suddenly.

“Mine.” The clone repeated and capitalized on Samus’s stunned expression. She, without warning, and as if it was her birthright, stole Samus’s lips.

Samus moaned and cooed. Soft little churtles built up deep in her throat as she felt the other woman’s tongue delve into her mouth. The clone demanded her. With firm hands, a dominant tongue, and a hard cock that forcefully slammed into Samus, the clone demanded her every atom. It was too good, too much of everything she could ever have wanted. She had never felt a touch of this kind before and she knew she would always, ALWAYS want more. She would want more of the clone, of everything she could offer, the kind and the harsh, the cold and the warm; the harsh wall against her skin, the demanding thrusts of her clone’s cock inside her, and the almost loving kiss. She would always need more.

The clone pulled back and gave a warm little chirp, something that made Samus blush and something Adam would later explain to them was a way the Chozo called their mate beautiful. She chirped it again and snuggled into Samus’s cheek.

Samus hummed before returning the chirp in turn. She repeated it, what felt like several dozen times, she repeated it as she pushed herself back onto the phallus. She even did her best to rub her ass against the spare length nestled between her cheeks. It felt peculiarly pleasant to feel a pressure back there. Samus was far from ready to test it, but in the back of her mind, she already knew that one day, she and the clone would inevitably try.

“You are mine.” The clone reminded and wrapped a hand around to grope at Samus’s breasts. She grabbed and carelessly pinched at Samus’s nipples as she rutted harder and faster. It started something, begun the boiling over in Samus’s already simmering blood. The clone groped harder and greedier and her breaths drove Samus insane. Her body clenched and the world around her mildly melded together as she clamped down and finally~

“Good girl.” The Clone praised and petted down Samus’s messed hair, slowly coaxing her back from the relms of bliss and climax.

Samus was still half pinned against the wall, but the clone had pulled out of her. The realization that she was empty made Samus’s heart sink. Didn’t the clone want to fill her? To fertalize all her eggs? Was she not good enough to carry the clone’s clutch? What was so wrong?

“Are you ready?” The clone questioned.

“Ready?” Samus whimpered and tried not to make it so obvious that she longed for the clone’s seed. “For…”

“For both, little birdie.” The clone answered and pressed both her tips against Samus.

Samus’s jaw dropped again. It dropped and nearly, so did she. She would have been delighted to drop too, it would have meant impaling herself on the clone’s cock and finally being gifted that what she needed most. She would have been delighted, but the clone held her up.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” The clone chuckled under her breath.

“Please.” Samus’s voice broke and the Chozo word slipped out again. “Help.”

“Happily.” The clone stole Samus’s lips once more and slipped both inside. The second time around, Samus’s clone eased herself in slower. She eased them both in and even began to caress Samus’s belly ever so slightly. Slow, gentle, soft. Together, they found a rhythm to roll their hips together and ease the two lengths inside. They stretched Samus to what felt to be so so so much further than her suit. Not only that, the clone’s lengths pulsed with her kickdrum heart. They thudded powerfully inside Samus and only grew stronger as the clone fucked her with a slightly increasing speed.

Before long, the clone found herself anchored in Samus. In time, she was even able to find a quick rhythm. That rhythm, naturally brought Samus to another climax and in time, found the clone loosing herself to carnal delight. Instincts to preen won over and the clone broke the kiss to love and care at Samus’s shoulder. She kissed and nipped and whispered sweet little things into Samus’s flesh. She professed that Samus was beautiful and she would make a perfect mother. She spoke many things, most of which she had no reason to know, but it felt right and Samus adored it all the more as the clone spilled love inside her.

Samus collapsed completely just after the clone finished spilling inside her. The clone caught her. She caught her and carried her back to the nest she had formed. There, she doted on the half awake Samus, holding her and ushering her off to sleep.

The clone had an endless string of questions. Many which nagged angeringly at the back of her mind. She had so many questions, but they could wait. For now, she had a brood hen in need of rest curled up against her in her nest.

End of Chapter 4