Samus panted heavily as she moved down the cold steel halls of the abandoned Chozo R&D facility; Dairon. Her Power Suit in shambles after her recent encounter with the Yellow E.M.M.I, otherwise known as E.M.M.I-04-SB. After a lengthy session of Hit-and-Run, Samus had finally taken the mechanical terror down, but not without extensive damage to her Power Suit, leaving her vulnerable to the other threats housed in the facility.

That being said, she had taken down the E.M.M.I in charge of patrolling this portion of the many Chozo ruins and research stations so from here on out, Samus would be more or less safe to proceed onwards.

or so she thought...

By the time she had heard the dreaded clicking of mechanical joints and the signature bee-bee-beep's of the approaching E.M.M.I, it was too late. Samus found herself lifted swiftly off the ground as the bolt of silver revealed itself to be a new E.M.M.I. It's face plates widened in a flash, a javelin sprining out to impale her. It was fast, even faster than the Yellow E.M.M.I, before Samus could even lift her arms to repel its attack, the javelin had found its mark, striking her right in the forehead as it sunk deep into her cranium with a sharp crack as it punctured the visor of the Power Suit.

But the javelin had stopped short of her brain, the new E.M.M.I unit's purpose had been fulfilled as it injected its viral payload into Samus' convulsing body as she squirmed and gurgled in its grip, her eyes going dull as her brain came under attack by the nanomachines swarming her bloodstream, rendering her inert and harmless as they began their work. The remnants of Samus' Power Suit finally falling to the floor with a thud, leaving her with just her signature blue Zero Suit, but even that wouldn't last long.

Samus' body began to ripple with chance as her Zero Suit struggled to adjust to its wearer's warping mass. Her once muscular and athletic form dissolving away into one that more resembled that of a gravure idol on gossip mags as her chiseled arms and toned legs gave way to slender limbs and curvaceous thighs, her abs and toned belly rounding out into a soft supple valley of firm flesh and warm fat.

Not to be outdone, her already modest bust began to inflate as fat and flesh began to bubble up behind her now puffy, inverted nipples as her breasts ballooned up into a squishy set of firm E-cup tits. The globular masses and expanding body popping holes in the Zero Suit, unveiling the smooth, unblemished skin beneath as a monotone moan escaped Samus' pouty lips, her blue eyes staring flatly at the E.M.M.I's hypnotic red lens as the nanomachines rewired her brain, removing unnecessary information, combat training and memories as they worked to turn her into the perfect, subservient slave. Intelligence and independence had no place in the new role she was to serve in.

Performing the finishing touches on the former Bounty Hunter, the nanomachines had begun to rewrite her very identity from the ground up as her hybrid Human-Chozo-Metroid DNA makeup was ripped apart, a pure sample kept aside for later retrieval, replaced in favour of a long lost race of aliens that resembled humans with the exception of the vibrant crystal growths they sported atop their luscious head of pink hair to go with their amazing body proportions and otherworldly looks. It was no surprise they had been either hunted into extinction or sold as slaves by the other technologically advanced races of the galaxy.

Samus' once neatly tied back head of blonde hair exploded down her back as her hair began to dye itself a bright pink, softening into silky locks as they grew even longer, tickling the now exposed curvature of her tender back and firm ass as gleaming crystals pushed their way free out of her skull, a giddy giggle escaping from Samus' mouth as her drug addled and warped mind struggled to put up a futile fight, her body extending a shaky slender arm as if to slap the E.M.M.I away from her.

Sensing her impressive resolve however, the nanomachines doubled down on their efforts as they played with Samus' nerves, overloading her body with pleasure as her arm changed course, from clawing at the E.M.M.I to squeezing and playing with her erotic tits, her lithe legs flailing as her loins began to burn with a desire to be filled, her other arm failing to claw through the Zero Suit still clingingly tightly to her puffy lower lips as her fluids leaked out from gaps in the suit, mixing with the pool of water beneath her.

The E.M.M.I beeped as it's javelin retracted from Samus' skull, her new fringe of pink hair covering up the tiny hole as it let go of Samus, her body falling with a splash into the pool beneath her as the machine clattered to the floor in a steaming pile, its work accomplished. The former Bounty Hunter Samus was no more, in her place lay a buxom woman, her mountainous tits and curvy body only served to satisfy the lust of others.

Looking around the unfamiliar grey's and white's of the metal corridor, the new woman rubbed at her puffy cheeks with a gloved finger, her mind felt like it was clouded in a haze of aphrodisiac, as if she'd just awoken from a drug party as she rose to her feet, running a hand over her soft, sensitive body as she smiled to herself. She had no idea why, but she just felt so happy, so good, it would've been unnatural not to smile! Who cared if she couldn't form big, complicated words in her mind? She had the nice cozy cloud to keep her satisfied.

As the door behind her opened and footsteps began to ring out, the girl groggily spun round as her hands reflexively grabbed ahold of the pistol still secured to her plump thighs, drawing and pointing it at the large menacing Chozo that observed her with his glowing red eyes. Samus could easily run many kilometers or leap impressive distances without breaking a sweat. But the woman she now was could barely lift a plank of wood, much less a weapon. The Chozo snorted as he watched the pink haired ditz struggle to maintain a grip on the small stun gun, her grip untrained and a lack of trigger discipline apparent.

"YOU HOPE TO RESIST? STUPID SLAVE, YOUR SLUGGISH FORM LACKS THE TRAINING OR SKILL TO WIELD EVEN THAT WHICH CANNOT KILL! REMEMBER YOUR PLACE!"

The girl simply giggled of course, her mind now devoid of anything but raunchy images and the simple skillset of a slave, letting the gun fall limp by her side as she raised a peace sign with her free hand to her face with a demure smile. She had no idea what the big bird man just said but she could smell his arousal as her eyes scanned his intimidating frame, looking past it all as she eyed his impressive pecker, dropping the heavy weapon in her small dainty hands. Letting the Paralyzer sink to the bottom of the pool as she waded to the edge of the pool, smiling in lust as her wide, childbirthing hips caught her Master's undivided attention.

Exiting the pool, Raven Beak's slave sauntered over to her master, kneeling down bin front of him as he lowered a clawed arm to stroke at her cheeks, her reward for her obedience. Raven Beak smiled wide behind his helmet, unimaginably giddy at the image that lay before him; the famous Samus, humiliated and stripped of all power, grovelling at his feet with her genes and the ability to revive and control the Metroids in his grasp as he eyed the wreck of the E.M.M.I he had created, Samus' untouched DNA and other materiel stored safely away in its cranium.

He finally had the power he desired to bring order and control to the galaxy...

A victory like this deserved to be celebrated handsomely, and as Raven Beak's hungry gaze returned to the dripping slut pawing away at her needy body still clad in the tattered remains of the Zero Suit, he had a clear idea in mind for how to spend the evening; 'training' his new trophy wife.

THE END