Samus Aran, Absorption Queen

This is a story in the Metroid universe about an Omni Samus Aran. It technically contains story spoilers for Metroid: Dread. Read at your own risk!

Written by HikerAngel

Commissioned by 10k

“Elysia! Come here! I’ve got a new mission for you!” shouted the nearly monotone voice of one Samus Aran.

“Comiiiing!” replied the fellow bounty hunter, quickly tidying up her current task before entering a brisk pace. She wouldn’t want to keep the legendary Samus Aran waiting, after all!

Her armored talons carried her across the vast empty halls and lonely corridors. Miles became minutes as her speed thrusters traversed the expansive mass of sheer architecture that was Samus’ empire. As the last of the once-great Chozo civilization, Elysia understood that her duties as a bounty hunter should come second to maintaining the temple. Though she also didn’t understand why Samus couldn’t help out a little, considering she was also a Chozo foundling and, not to mention, the most powerful creature in existence.

When Samus first realized she could drain any creature’s energy and add it onto her own per her latent Metroid abilities, she was hesitant to abuse it—reasonably fearing that instinct would consume her mind and she would consume anything and everything without contemplation.

But then… that didn’t happen.

Samus found herself acclimating quite well to her new powers, able to drain anything she’d like without losing control at all. If anything, she was able to utilize the ability to far greater effect than the animalistic metroids of her ilk. She could start whenever she wanted, stop whenever she wanted, specify the exact dimensions and area of effect of her influence—even drain an adversary without as much as engaging in physical contact.

She went from a fearless warrior fighting against the odds to the odds themselves. If anyone dared oppose her, they found all of their life force adding to her own as soon as their intent to cause harm crossed their lips, which only made Samus herself more of a threat. Space Pirates, Phazon, the Federation, none of them stood a chance once the beautiful blond decided they were too dangerous to be left as even splinter factions, and Samus’ power ascended accordingly.

The Chozo girl finally arrived at Samus’ throne room, where the titular bounty hunter sat. Still clad in her power armor, the mighty metal Chozo attire protected the outside world from Samus more than it protected Samus from the outside world. Elysia wasn’t sure exactly how powerful Samus had become, though Samus herself knew a mere misplaced breath passing her lips could eradicate the universe. Regardless, the Chozo girl wanted to keep Samus happy and pampered. The last thing she wanted was to see what would happen if such a creature of devastating power became ticked off at her.

“Yes Samus, you said you had a mission for me?” With the trek out of the way, Elysia’s mind was now racing with possibilities. It had been a while since Samus had specified a “mission” for the Chozo girl to engage with… too long.

If anything, Elysia was a bit out of shape due to being away from any serious action for so long. The rippling musculature she once possessed was now replaced with shapely curves and chubby thighs. Of course, she was still the second most feared bounty hunter in the galaxy by default, but being coddled by the first most feared bounty hunter for several years had its unavoidable consequences.

Samus didn’t respond immediately. She simply remained silent, her emotional state impossible to read with a helmet and solid green visor worn atop of it. The only movement that suggested she was still alive being a slight dangle of her left leg as it draped over her right in a casually crossed fashion. Elysia bit her lip, her panicking mind hastily retracing her steps to find if there was something she had done that Samus wouldn’t approve of. Anything to explain silence from her mentor that was growing more terrifying by the second.

The nigh-omnipotent bounty hunter then uncrossed her legs, planting both of them firmly on the floor. The entire planet-spanning temple shuddered subtly from Samus’ slight stomp, even when cushioned within her suit. Elysia’s body tensed up, her back straight as a pencil and breath trapped within her lungs.

Fortunately for the poor terrified bounty hunter protegee, Samus would explain herself without a single word.

The Chozo suit around her disintegrated, leaving the buxom bounty hunter in her blue skin-tight latex Zero suit, one which left very little to the imagination. Like a curtain call, her power armor peeling away from toe to head first revealed long, sinuous legs with flowing lines of definition like waves in the endless expanse of the deep blue. Her abs, sporting smoothly rounded etchings of sexy, feminine muscle, twisted gracefully over her torso with each chestfall. Her magnificent breasts formed shapely twin hemispheres of supple cleavage that threatened to tear apart the Zero Suit far more effortlessly than any of her rippling musculature. Like the statues of Chozo around her could only hope to imitate, her arms boasted chiseled musculature that adorned her impossibly firm biceps. Even resting, they looked ready to crush a man’s spirit then skull in that order. But her face was a crown jewel worth worshiping on its own. A face given perfection even as its features only seemed to convey utter boredom.

Samus’ face then quickly shifted to that of sultriness, her eyelids drooping halfway down her big, beautiful blue eyes, barely hidden behind half-moon glasses. Her lithe hand lifted up slightly, only to rest itself on one of her pillar-like thighs. She then tapped the supple flesh twice with her palm, beckoning to her loyal bounty hunter apprentice with an irresistible call.

“Your mission is simple: Come lie down next to me and cuddle.”

Elysia’s face burned a bright red. She didn’t even think she had the physiology to do that.

“B-but your body,” she sputtered, barely retaining composure. “Won’t it hurt me if I touch it?”

“Not if I’m careful,” Samus responded. Her face remained deadpan, but Elysia swore she detected a hint of slyness in the Metroid woman’s voice.

That was good enough for Elysia!

She ran up the lofty set of stairs that led up to Samus’ throne, never once taking the sight of the blonde’s heavenly body out of her sight. Unfortunately for the wide-eyed Chozo girl, putting all her focus on such a distracting sight proved to be detrimental to other bodily functions that she had left on autopilot—case in point, the rhythmic climb of the steps.

Due to the ancient nature of the temple, not every stair was properly aligned. Elysia didn’t realize this until her foot phased through a phantom step and her whole body was on track to meet face-to-face with the jagged limestone underneath her. All she could do was prepare to brace herself, knowing that the impact was going to hurt and be really embarrassing for her.

But the impact never came.

Elysia opened her eyes. She was standing upright in the exact same spot she had tripped over earlier, with Samus still expectedly waiting for her at the top of the pyramid-shaped throne. Had she teleported? Gone back in time, perhaps? She wasn’t really sure. All Elysia knew was that her tripping was the first time in several years that she had felt any sense of immediate fear, only for it to be remedied immediately. Had that been Samus’ doing? Had the Metroidian hunter figured out how to rewrite reality just to coddle Elysia further? The Chozo girl certainly didn’t put it past her new glorious leader.

Samus was stoic, never one to brag about her accomplishments. That was something Elysia had always admired about the beautiful bounty hunter. Even before her ascension to nigh-omnipotence, Samus often took bounties for free or helped the helpless simply out of the kindness of her heart, expecting nothing in return besides the knowledge of a job well done. If anyone would want to ensure Elysia had the safest existence known to man, it would be Samus.

Despite this, Elysia never admitted that she was catching on to her leader’s not-so-subtle safety nets. Keeping up the innocent act seemed imperative in maintaining Samus’ sanity, as Elysia recognized depressive tendencies in her leader and knew that remaining as a status quo figure in her life could help ground the blond beaut closer to reality.

And now, Elysia had some Samus to cuddle.

With a flick of a switch near Samus finger, the throne immediately shifted into a recliner mode. Designed for creatures twice the size of Samus, she had no trouble scooching over to make room for Elysia.

“Jeez, you’re tense today, hmm?” the Chozo girl remarked, a twinge of not-so-subtle huskiness entering her voice as she massaged Samus’ shoulders.

“Yes.” Samus responded very matter-of-factly, eyes staring straight ahead past any potential contact with Elysia. “I’m merely dedicating a portion of energy to keeping my body from harming you. That is all.”

Samus closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of Elysia’s fingers on her skin, even though her massage was more symbolic than actually effective. She was just a being of average strength, her fingers unable to dent Samus’ superhuman muscles.

The beautiful blonde bounty hunter wanted to convey the idea that she appreciated Elysia’s input, but the Chozo girl could tell that Samus was exaggerating. She needed something to take Samus’ mind off of this and she needed it fast.

“Samus, um, I was wondering…” Elysia began, playing up her timidness to great effect.

“What’s that, Elysia?”

“Why do you wear those librarian glasses? I mean, is your vision actually impaired despite your, well, overwhelming power?”

Samus smiled knowingly, the Chozo’s distraction plan proving successful. “Oh Elysia, Metroid DNA can be a double-edged sword sometimes. Their sight is energy-based, more similar to infrared than the light-based optic nerves that you or I have.

Of course, Samus knew that was a lie. Once people got wind of her rapturous edge, they began to fear her faceless helmet. When she’d remove her helmet, they’d begin to fear her icy cold glare instead. The sheer intimidation of being within her line of sight appeared to be mitigated upon the application of glasses to her face, a theory which Elysia at least seemed to test positively to.

“That makes sense! I guess that means you don’t have as much control over the metroid DNA as I thought!”

Elysia’s face beamed with a smile, her eyes closing shut. Only then, when she was sure her apprentice wasn’t looking, did Samus allow her own neutral expression to falter farther. Samus wished what Elysia assumed were true—that her feeling lost and unenthusiastic could be explained away by her powers being uncontrollable and random—but that was not the case. Her grip on reality, while white-knuckled, was tight and unmoving and yet she felt no more satisfied than she had back when her control was limited to what she could accomplish as a mere genetically-enhanced human.

No, her being the uncontested apex predator of the universe revealed an uncomfortable truth about her, and subsequently left her with very little left except for one potential out.

“There’s something I must do, Elysia. Something that has been nagging in the back of my mind ever since my life has begun to shape out this way. I just… I don't know if I have the strength to do it.”

For the first time since Elysia had met Samus, she noted the omnipotent woman seemed… uncertain of herself. She needed reassurance! Whatever this moral qualm was that the buff, buxom blonde was struggling with, it could certainly be aided with the same quaint reassurance Elysia always gave!

“Of course you have the strength to do it, Sammy!” Elysia spoke, putting all her effort into making her eyes as cute and comforting as possible. She didn’t fancy herself as a simpleton, but sometimes she believed that Samus needed an extra kick in that direction. Playing up a sillier persona for the sake of her trusted confidant. And if Samus was debating what Elysia suspected, it would only be a matter of time before she confessed her love to the Chozo girl. At least, that’s what Elysia secretly wanted the outcome to be.

“You’re Samus Aran! The last leader of the Chozo and the last Metroid! You can do anything you want!”

Samus met Elysia’s big, hopeful, adorable eyes with ones burgeoning towards tears. A small sniffle escaped the blonde’s nose as a fiery debate raged within her powerful mind. Unbeknownst to Elysia, Samus wasn’t debating if she wanted to profess her love to her most loyal bounty hunter protégée…

…Instead, she was weighing if she wanted to destroy the universe outright and just start over.

She knew she could do it. It would be easy, pleasurable even. What wouldn’t be easy was ensuring the universe that inevitably replaced it was better than what she had now. Samus was tired. Tired of living a life of loss and misery. A universal reset could fix all that.

“No… I-I couldn’t do it. Everyone I care about is dead and buried. I’m not… I’m not strong enough for this.”

Elysia gripped Samus’ hand with both of hers, ignoring the slight pain of Samus’ draining powers nipping away at her lifeforce. “Of course you can do it! Don’t let your past distract you from what you know to be the correct solution!”

But her past, Samus thought, was all she had left. Back then, back before she could solve every problem with a half-conscious acknowledgement and a snap of her fingers for visual effect, those harrowing missions were her escape. When she was lost within the depths of a hostile planet, she was distracted—distracted from the trauma of losing everyone around her. Yet here, lazing about on a massive throne day after day, maybe a return to the old status quo was exactly what she needed.

Maybe… maybe I just need some guy to beat the shit out of… Samus mused to herself. Yes, surely that would distract her from the swirling vortex of negativity that her mindset had dissolved into. She’d even bring Elysia along, yes—additional stakes for this new “mission” of hers. At least, if my protégée is even still naive enough to believe that either of us are in any real danger.

Without as much as a seamless transition, Samus and Elysia were effortlessly warped to a foreign location. One second they were at the ancient temple, the next, a strange forest where megafauna choked the sky. Elysia was immediately spooked by the jarring change in scenery, while Samus’ form didn’t shift so much as an inch. Even though she was no longer sitting in a chair of any sort, her posture remained in an impossibly squatted position. Only upon realizing how unnatural it looked did she adjust her stance accordingly to better match the ground. It was as if she was never actually resting her body upon any surface, merely retaining the illusion of doing so.

“Where are we, Samus?” Elysia asked with a nervous twinge in her voice.

“New mission,” was all she replied with at first, heels of her Zero Suit clacking as she casually strolled through the hostile atmosphere. When two trees proved too closely knit to easily walk through, a simple brush of her lithe fingers remedied that, the tectonic plate beneath them separating apart to make way for her. “Space pirates are engaging in shady experiments on this outer rim planet. We must stop them at all costs.”

“S-space pirates!?” Elysia sputtered, her posture faltering to a shiver. “Sh-should I really be tagging along for this? I left all my armor upgrades and weaponry back at the temple!”

“Then you’re going in with the true Samus Aran experience,” the blonde responded with a bit of snark in her voice. However, upon realizing that Elysia was still trembling in fear, she opted for a more surefire response.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Promise.”

Elysia gave Samus a weak, wholesome smile. “Thanks. I know I can count on you.”

~

A short trek through the unfamiliar woods was made even shorter as Samus carved her own path. Several doors that would have required distinct keys or elemental abilities to open were bypassed without any fanfare, torn to shreds as a mere flick of Samus’ finger generated enough compressed air to excavate entire caverns inside mountainous rock. Elysia didn’t even realize that Space Pirates had been encountered until they were already multicolored splatters on nearby walls. Only when the Chozo girl was acutely paying attention did she notice a brief flash of Samus lifting up one of her endlessly long legs, only for an entire hallway of enemies to be cleared out in the next millisecond.

“He’s here.” Samus suddenly spoke unprompted, her face obscured in the darkness of the halls. Elysia gulped on instinct.

“H-he? W-who’s he?” the poor Chozo girl panicked, her eyes darting back and forth as she tried to make sense of the ominous comment.

“The leader of the Space Pirates. Not to mention a squirrely bastard who always manages to find a way to scrape himself back to life after I blow him to bits.”

Elysia’s eyes shrunk to pinpricks. She knew exactly who it was. Ridley. The carnivorous and highly intelligent space dragon that had mauled Samus’ parents when she was just a child.

Great, this is the absolute last motherfucker Samus needs to encounter right now. Elysia thought to herself with a defeated sigh. Another reminder of the nigh-omnipotent bounty hunter’s traumatic past, during what the Chozo girl assumed was an attempt to forget about it via a throwaway mission.

But there was no time to shield Samus from potential trauma, as the massive dragonic demon burst from the ceiling for a surprise attack. Elysia fell back on her plump rear, totally terrified by Ridley’s display of ferociousness. Yet Samus stood tall all the same. She was completely unphased by the hulking beast of cosmic horror before her. There was no fear. There was no trauma. There was absolutely nothing.

While Ridley’s bloodshot, off-yellow eyes stared into Samus’ soul with murderous intent, Samus stared right back with pretty, sky-blue eyes of unenthusiastic boredom. This was supposed to be an invigorating mission, but not even her most infamous nemesis could motivate her in any sort of way.

Samus interrupted Ridley mid-screech with a whack of her lengthy, blonde ponytail as she turned around to leave. The sheer power erupting behind the impact was thankfully aimed away from the portion of the planet Elysia was sitting upon, as the other half didn’t exactly fare well. Ridley had recovered from mere atoms of his biomatter remaining, and yet this mere accidental slap had so thoroughly disintegrated the essence that was “Ridley” that those he had struck fear into were now struggling to remember his name.

With only half a planet left, the atmosphere of the complex environment wasn’t given much place to thrive. Thankfully, by the time an extinction-level event had occurred, Samus had already warped herself and Elysia back to the Chozo temple.

The Chozo girl stood up from her previous fall, nervously gnawing at her lip as she began worrying about what Samus’ next move could be. She totally wants to admit how much she loves me! It’s eating her up inside! She can’t think about anything else no matter how hard she tries! Elysia thought, now convinced she had Samus’ motivation pinned.

Elysia may have been slightly traumatized herself, but Samus was full-on crying.

Something that should have been a surefire adventure for the buxom blond wasn’t even a distraction. It only served to sink her further into the depths of sadness and desolation. She found her breathing slow, an absurdly dense charge of energy welling up within her core. Every enemy she had consumed, every planet she reduced to a barren wasteland, all the power was there, waiting to be unleashed.

It was time.

It was time to destroy this world. There was nothing here left for her.

The overwhelming amount of pure energy crackled and expanded, zig-zagging up her esophagus until it burned the back of her throat. Samus didn’t even care if this resulted in a new world, or even if it resulted in her death. She needed a change. This just seemed to be the easiest one to achieve…

…And then, Elysia slipped her hand to the side of Samus’ face, turning it to give the blonde goddess a slow, sensual kiss. The Chozo girl’s lips were like a drain plug, bottling up Samus’ rage through her innate desire to keep Elysia alive and coddled. By the time she released it after what seemed like an eternity of hot, moist intimacy, Samus couldn’t even remember what she’d been thinking. That kiss had set her body on fire. Her lip quivered and the tears continued, but now the futility of her existence with nothing to show for her definitive victory no longer crossed her mind.

In fact, Samus was so distracted by the kiss, she forgot she had a world-ending blast of pure energy charged up in her mouth.

Elysia smiled with a renewed sense of confidence once she saw Samus become flustered and smile drunkenly, only for her to be the first creature utterly eviscerated by Samus’ output of hyper-condensed energy. The universe-ending devastation quickly spread outwards, an all-encompassing event horizon of pure whiteness that consumed all in its path without prejudice.

Samus looked at where the afterimage of Elysia should have been, her eyes immediately widening with despair-filled regret. For some fleeting moments, she felt true happiness—only for it to be once again stripped from her like everything else.

But this time, she wasn’t going to sit by and take it. She was Samus Aran! A fighter who never gave up, even against impossible odds! If time itself had become her enemy, then she would fight it until it yielded all the same.

She channeled her draining ability—all of it. Her body became washed in purple energy, lashing out and absorbing anything and everything it could in some frugal hope to fix this mess she had just put herself in. Her draining power reabsorbed all the energy she had released faster than it had exited her body, extending past that to absorb all the universe had to offer, then the universes next to this universe, and so on and so forth. As long as there was something to drain, she didn’t wait around to see what it would do.

And then, when the latest second in the passage of time had nothing to offer her. She consumed it too. Then she absorbed the second behind that one, then the second behind that. Pretty soon, she had fifteen seconds of pure time, each containing the entire multiverse of that respective second, all added to her own overwhelming power. The seconds continued to peel back until the actual act of Samus unleashing her power had been all but undone.

The blonde goddess paused her absorption, freezing on the second of Elysia with her confident smile. The poor Chozo girl would never know how close she was to death in that moment, nor how very dead she was mere moments in a now-hypothetical beyond.

Samus took a deep breath, steadying herself as she allowed time to return to normal. Opening her eyes, she was greeted to the same grinning face of Elysia, only this time, it was one she wanted to smooch profusely. And so she did.

“You really had me worried there that you were going to do something stupid,” Elysia rather frankly admitted, finally shedding a tear of her own after an onslaught of kisses from Samus ensued.

“Nothing to worry about at all, my dear. I had everything under control from the very beginning,” Samus lied. If it was between telling the truth and coddling her new girlfriend, she would still pick the latter in a heartbeat.

Elysia seemed skeptical of Samus’ response, but all her attention was consumed once a slithering blonde length tickled her eye. Samus’ blonde ponytail was acting of its own accord, slipping around her head and wiping Elysia’s tears from her face with the ti[. Considering she had just witnessed that very same ponytail casually eradicate half a planet, Elysia was understandably frightened—all the more amusing to Samus.

“I’m just glad you knew how much I’ve always loved and admired you Samus. I was afraid you wouldn’t reciprocate,” Elysia admitted, her weak smile returning though her eyes remained cheerful.

“Of course I would. I just needed to be reminded that there are always those who love me now, and that time will march on regardless of how I try to prevent it.” Samus lied again, a sly smile growing on her face as she knew such a rule no longer applied to a being as powerful as her.

Then again, she wouldn’t turn back any more time. She was the happiest she had ever been in that very moment.