Planets raced past the dash of the ship. Each individual little speck a vast world filled with either life or ruin. Samus watched them zip by and turned her head vacant yet cautiously to the back of her ship where cargo of great import rested. She knew each planet she was staring at could be blotted out by what she was carrying.
In her time contracted to The Federation, Samus faced down a powerful mutagen called Phazon. This powerful chemical spread across the world through Space Pirate impudence and the terrifying spread of Leviathans, also known as Phazon Seeds. Worlds were turned to warzones as fauna was snapped into weapon shape and driven to madness. Civilized and peaceful peoples were brought to barbarism incomparable in its ferocity and carnal violence. Pulsing patiently in its special silver containment storage was a sample of a Leviathan.
Samus recalled what they called it, The Mother Leviathan. They found it on a wounded moon alone but with incredible capability to spread. Without any life to mutate on that isolated empty canvas it could only contemplate the monochrome, but Federation tests confirmed its ability to spread was unmatched.
Naturally, this item would be the most incredible target for the military minded Space Pirates desperate for another fatal toy to play with so it fell upon Samus to safely carry it from this place to next. None were more successful in thwarting the Space Pirates.
Dizzying stars sped past the front. Samus let her eyes lower their lids, let the hum of the engines become that same old melody that lulled her to bed better than any mother…
Eyes shot open. Why was she so on edge? Clad in her Zero Suit, Samus pushed a gloved hand on the arm rest and pushed herself from her seat. Everything felt so strange. She tripped over her feet and fell knees first on the floor. Sweat dripped from her forehead and a strange taste hit her mouth. Where did she remember it from…?
All her huntress senses were failing her as she crawled forward. Drips hit the floor. Drip drip drip… the echoes grew more cavernous as she stumbled on her hands and then her arms, her elbows, and then shoulder kissed the floor so the side of her head was level with the floor. Her eyes locked with the fluid on the floor. It was a bright cyan, painfully so, and the scent and heat it emanated gripped her eyes and forced her focus to drain.
And then she woke up.
Panting, gasping, what the hell was that? Samus checked all her ship controls and everything was the same as she had hoped it would be. She pushed herself to her feet and wiped her mouth obsessively, checking the back of her hand for anything… Clean.
Paranoia gripped. Samus faced Ridley a dozen times and each seemed more final than the last, so naturally she had some trust issues. She needed to know the mission was secure. The door slid to the cargo storage, repurposed to properly contain the silver contained. She clicked a switch on her wrist hologram to activate the exo-armor for the storage unit and reveal the glass portion. Sure enough, the cyan orb with jet black organelles floating inside was still there.
She stared at it more, eyes growing heavy again. The lullaby of the ship engine beat away in her mind. Her feet didn’t respond. Her muscles, strong and toned, failed to strum like a muted string. Everything was failing in the presence of this device. The Chozo taught her how to fight back against these psychological effects. She closed her eyes and mediated.
A peaceful waterfall, the sights of the planet she was raised on… Tentacles ripped her suit open like a precious parcel and taking painful joy in swiping at her to lubricate to the point of dripping, strange pheromones driving her to crawl on all fours, and a moon as white and desolate as the void where a single Leviathan Seed stood, so alone, so very alone, without anyone, without anything, screaming but unheard—
Samus opened her eyes. She was holding the containment unit. It had opened slightly. She slammed the apparatus shut and threw it down to the floor, just in time for the automatic containment unit to activate and close the unit shut. Harmlessly, it clacked on the floor.
How long was she out? How long did she let the unit open for? Quickly, she raced back to the ship front and checked the monitor. A few minutes and nothing more in the back. She couldn’t have had it opened for more than a second. Relief rushed over her and was overtaken instead by the same paranoia that has carried her through these missions so far. There is no way to know what happened in that short moment.
She needed to land the ship. She scanned for a populated planet and hovered her finger over the confirm button for the autopilot. She stopped. What if… she was infected? What if landing the ship was the will of The Mother Leviathan?
Sweat dripped over her forehead and her heart raced. She would need to check. She stood up from the front and closed her eyes. With careful concentration she manifested her Varia suit. Her face reflected dimly in the visor. Self-diagnosis began instantly and attempted to detect any issues in her system, checking through her carefully. The lull of the engine pulsed in her head like the most infuriating headache. The suit only made that echoing more dreadful. Vitals good… Consciousness good… Egg health good…
It was killing her. She deactivated her suit just to get a moment of sanity. She grabbed her head in her hands and shook it, ponytail flying in the air and sweat dripping from her forehead. How was she supposed to focus when that engine kept eating at her? The constant hum of the engine…
On the dark world of Phaaze, a seed is born. She will be a Mother. She is sent to a populated world but through trajectory and orbit unconsidered by a hivemind of apocalypse, she is stranded on a stale sterile moon with only her own mind and the dull thrum of the seed’s organic engines to keep her company. A terrible, endless lullaby.
Samus fell with her back against the wall and legs spread. Heavy breaths poured from her mouth, her breath visible but the ship wasn’t cold. Her toes curled in her boots. Eyes tensed shut and she squeezed.
Her suit stretched around it, the crown of an orb pushing out from between her legs. The material was military and would never break but would also dutifully protect anything inside. More and more pushed out until the shape became more defined and definite. Samus lunged her hands down as they reshaped into claws. She ripped the material open, the psychic composition of the material heeding her carnal demand. Her suit ripped open and the egg she laid spilled out and rolled across the floor until it clicked painlessly on the opposite wall.
Claws… eggs… Samus was breathing heavier than her lungs should be able to produce. She manifested her Varia suit so just the helmet was over her face. She wasn’t paying attention. Eggs. The suit detected eggs with Samus’s DNA inside her. Due to her Chozo DNA it wasn’t a warning trigger, the suit considers eggs a healthy part of her ovulation, as natural as anything else on her. She was infected.
But what was its goal? Either way Samus couldn’t land now… not until… A second egg pushed out. She wasn’t prepared and was suddenly forced into the labor motions. Her gut tensed and muscles she never worked before but were shocked to find very capable began to push the egg forward. It was like breaking out into a sprint only to discover your every muscle was an athletes. Your feet pushed against the floor and know what to do, your knees feel no ache and could support another hundred times your weight, and your thighs tense and carry your posture without issue.
And it was pleasurable. Going fast was fun, feeling something familiar was reassuring, and being good at something was amazing. Samus’s gut swelled as her body was further corrupted, bright cyan glow pushing out against the suit and now started to illuminate the ship.
The start of a tail pushed against Samus’s rear, the suit detecting the new part of her and its wants, and ripped open. The stubby appendage grew and grew, ripping the hole wider to show her increasingly alien body as between her cheeks a rubbery hole puffed up into an alluring shape. Samus grit her fangs and crawled to the back of the ship. There, the containment unit waited.
The engine hummed so loud and tranquil it could deafen her sleep.
She opened the armored unit and let the glass be revealed. She lifted it and smashed it against the wall as the whites of her eyes turned black. She fell on all fours and raced over. She gripped the orb of Phazon and pushed it against her exposed loins.
Every part of her was thrilled down to the most basic part of her mind. She rubbed it against her loins, thankful that the eggs had prepared her for what she had to do.
Push. Her labor movements were now in reverse. Ship alarms blared as the radiation levels immediately rose to dangerous levels. She moved her warping legs as they became more reptilian and insectoid to grip on to the egg and push it inside. Her eyes glowed cyan.
Her maw opened and ripped out triumphant roars as her third eye slid open and two cyan and black antennas sprouted from her head. More… more… she watched as the orb vanished inside of her, watch as the extremely bright cyan glow pushed inside her. So bright it glowed through her, she was able to watch as it vanished into loins and ignited the outlines of her abs vanishing behind her labor weight.
The tingling was intense, the sensation so insane. It felt like she swallowed hot coal or was bath in ignited ship fuel and yet she felt nothing. Nothing but this pleasuring lightning. For some reason, the only word she could think to call it was Evolution.
Her breasts sprouted larger and larger, filled with something but she wasn’t sure what. Her loins plumpened, more capable of what they would have to do. Her face stretched into a venomous maw as her long prehensile black tongue sprouted cyan nubs to grip on to weaker smaller tongues, or maybe throats. What was she?
As vicious as the hunters that Phazon produced, but just as much the breeder that the Mother was always meant to be. Samus lamented her place, always doomed to motherhood in metaphor it seemed but a part of her was excited to embrace the carnal truth of being a Mother physically. A mother of monsters.
On a pale moon where only a single Leviathan Seed casted a shadow, a crew of Federation soldiers landed in order to contain this remnant of the Phazon Emergency. Only what they didn’t know was there was towering tendrils hidden beneath the planet. Lonely as the mother was, she craved not just companionship, but perhaps the ultimate companion. Someone strong, who knew what it meant to be alone, but to also be powerful, someone who would revel with her in undoing this world.
Samus’s ship landed on the populated colony ship Elphir, her Federation codes still good. She crawled to the exit, her stomach huge and filled with eggs and her tail capable of putting them in other people. A part of her wondered if she should do this, but the Mother inside her reassured her. She grinned at that and rubbed her stomach.
“You’re right…” Samus smiled. “They won’t suffer. Not for a second. I don’t want to hurt them, but I want to make them stronger. Even without Phazon, Space Pirates, or Metroids there is still terror in this world. And all we are going to do is fix it.” Samus opened the door to her ship and prepared herself to meet with the landing bay attendant who was ever so excited to meet the undefeatable Samus Aran.