Samus Prime Pteradox


Written by Septia.


The forest had been quiet as of late. When you spend your life working in the woods, you pick up on the melody of nature: from the croak of amphibians in galling lakes, to paradise bird flaps and chatter marking fruit trees. The rustle of leaves, the tapping of a society of insect appendages. A hum of nature accentuated by the sound of the very trees growing. Today, Samus heard nothing. Some had not understood when she said the forest was quiet. And the ones that did were afraid to acknowledge it. The ranger stepped over a fallen trunk, scrutinizing the fractures in the stump. Before the wood splintered into jagged shards, there was a streak from the back inwards that laid smooth; a surgical cut, breeching the length of her hand. Samus drew back her hand from the smooth tree flesh, fingertops sticky with fresh sap. She took off her helmet, wiping her brow. How long had she been out here now? Samus began taking notes on the tree, scanning the surroundings for other traces, any explanations. Pondering on if she should just return to K-2L, though as it stands, she would be retuning empty handed. Then, she noticed something. Further ahead, in the bark. A jag, at matching height with the fallen stump. And below that, against grass and dirt: indents, spread across such a wide area that it was difficult to comprehend the outline as a whole. Perhaps it was just her mind making patterns. Whatever made this outline would have been huge… perhaps some form of mutant?
	-Crkt- There, in the distance, her eyes were alert, the unnatural silence being broken by even this distinct snap spread relief through her chest, which warped in her gut. That was not a sound of the forest. Shuffling along the treeline, Samus made her way further in, closer to the sound, closer to some form of proof.


Just ahead now, the forest was cleaved by rocky outcrops, boulders as nephews of mountains raised up in a cliff face. She remembered hiding here as a child, sandwiched between the mountains, exploring the clefts and canyons, hidden away somewhere so precarious few with sense would dare to follow. -Lkkclltctk- A sweep of white trailed over her vision, clacking onto rocks on the ground, making a pirouette, before clattering down. A femur, strands of meaty bran still clinging to its sides, with marrow leaking from its broken core. Samus looked up. The boulders seemed taller than she remembered. Then they began to move. The cragged surface rose above the shadows of the treetops, and where the light above gave visage to the silhouette: the granite disguise was exposed as deep voilet scales budding with muscles, and clutching the edge of the boulder were claws with the sheen of pearl, but the hue of sickly limestone. An oblong head turned, its shape first reminiscent of a moa predator bird, but upon the stature attached to it, images conjured up in her mind of those she had seen in picture-books, monsters form ancient times of myths and legends. But this scale’d behemoth was right in front of her, and it was staring her down. 


~ 1 ~


Something was making noise, and it has just gotten somewhat pleasantly silent. The reptile morphed thought to himself, crunching the last bone of the beast who last interrupted him. Surveying his surroundings, he soon picked up movement in the bushes, and within… A biped. A biped dressed in a stark orange uniform giving contrast to the verdant landscape – a firefly over a dark field. It was looking at him… Oh, no… She was looking at him. Laying eyes on her features above the collar of her suit gave him pause. Such plush cheeks, and eyes as gemstones smoothed in a brilliant gloss, and the ruffled, woven golden locks across the fur on her head. Ridley tilted his head, as if appreciating her features from different angles. 
	“I had heard of humans”, he said crouching upon the boulder, “yet I had not anticipated their form to be so succulently submissive.” Ridley's eyes flashed, lime green wings spreading from his back. 
	The human girl below ran, though she was already out of time. Ridley jettisoned off the boulder, striking like a spear between the trees to rend them in twain, one hand outstretched and snapping around the figure, sweeping her off her legs as he swooped back up through the sky, piercing the tree crown with his prey in his clutches, and soared back to his perch with the wriggling figure in his clutches woman. He landed back on the boulders, studying her motions, brining her closer. Two matching pairs of emeralds holding each other captivated by each other's gaze. At this distance, the woman didn't flinch. 
	“You are a human, are you not? That's what this planet is crawling with. Are they all like you?” Ridley asked. The woman only grimaced. He brought a claw to her collar, hooked it under the clothing. “Then I shall pry my answers from you,” -Chhrrptch- the claw tore through fabric, peeling it off of her limbs to lay bare a silken, peachy texture underneath. Layers of thread undone for the delicate core within. Ridley's eyes furrowed, then gradually spread wide… This texture, untarnished, lissome yet sturdy and stalwart as tempered metal. His scale’d digits grazed across her form, its curves, generous as they may be… Back and forth, swapping hands, gentle motions… it was a near intoxicating sensation… 
	“So this… This is human…” he said to the still silent female. “You know your place, how,” he mumbled, she only glared at him. He parted his lips to show his fangs, sensing the spirit concealed within, burning, flaring bright. She was an enigma, one he could not let go. 
	Ridley lounged back on the boulders, woman in hand, as he spread his thighs. “Serendipitous I would come across you now, a human in their prime… ripened to perfection,” he said as his other palm brushed between his lap, nursing a bulge of lilac, “imagine what a waste it would be to let you overripe and sour,” he said as his sheath swelled, and through it erected a pillar of flesh, sweating a rich fuchsia xeno lubricant, elongating ever upwards as Ridley adjusted his grasp to hover her over its oncoming peak. 
	The woman looked down, gritting her teeth as she stared back into the monster’s grin. Tatters of her own rended clothing pushed taught in his grasp and a rising aura of lizard must from below. 
	She spoke in words and sounds he couldn't grasp, though the impression was curt, defiant. “Yes, you're not just a morsel to devour. That road leads only to fleeting satisfaction. Oh, no morsel of sapience, I will make you mine,” he proclaimed. Ridley massaged his shaft stiff, trailing his digits to the peak of the head, and with a surgical grasp pried the slit open with the tips of his claws, within rested a cleft of ruby gel, walls pulsating in time with the surrounding mast, gaping with a huff of musk to accept the feet of the human. 
	Samus stared the creature dead in the eyes while the flesh crawled over her shoes. -Chhrlrpsth- The slit crackled as the balm of cock juices were plastered over her treads, sprawling as it swept over the leather and -Cllrrhtpsh- clamping over her ankles. She peered down, watching how the head of the cock swelled. She shuddered, twisting in Ridley's grasp, the motion of her feet translating to the bump on the mast's head, with a sliver of light letting her see her feet past a gap. -Chrlpthth- The cock clamped shut, reeling at her ankles and bolstering as the feet sunk -Chhrrlpth- -Chgtptb- lodged in the throb of the beast's member. Samus looked up, breath growing audible as the strain of the brawn’s tensile pressure locked her in place. 
	“Mnnnrg…” Ridley shuddered. His tongue lapping at the back of his teeth. A surge of goosebumps budding at the peak of his mast. -Chrlrlpth- And as she sank down to her ankles -Chrrlpfshtpth- he felt the wave of the potent tension pulse down his remember, rooting the satisfaction from the base of his cock right through his spine and rocketing through his tail… a growl burrowed through his chest. And there was so much more building, this was but a taste. 
	“Yes… It is mmfmpfr… more than I expected. You humans are perfect cock food, bred to be dick fodder,” he mused and clenched her tighter, feeling her struggle as his digits buckled her chest. -Chhrrlpt- a bit deeper, another stretch of her legs wedged through the embrace of his member. The sinew of his boa buckled at the base of her buxom legs, the thick walls morphing to the outline of her calves as they passed through the entrance to his body, his mast throbbing out of rhythm with the waves of contortions roiling through his trembling tower. “I assure you, you will fit right in, this is your calling, a lesser creature of your mettle, smfm, to serve as fodder for a captain's instrument,” he mused to the stale, panting doll of a humanoid in his grasp. -Chhrrlltth- -Cvhrlrpths- The crinkling of cock flesh against human skin vibrating the air around them. The threshold of his meat scrubbing up over her knees, it passed the pterodon and he uncurled one of his digits lower to make room for plunging her deeper. -Chhrlllrotphs- But a sudden tug and release of pressure scorched down his mast, his grasp staggering as he witnessed the human's lower thighs sinking on their own accord… his slit gasping and clamping onto her like the mouth of a clam, her legs stretching down as bloated hills, malfoming his cock to her slender image. 
	Ridley panted, letting his tongue momentarily dip past his grin as he listened to the mast gobbling the lithe, imaculate sculpt… 
	“I needn't bother the force… that is your body calling out, proclaiming itself to have found its calling, you are a cock's banquet, and in your core you know it to be right. I needn't bother, do I?” he asked with a shrill growl, and unwrapped her from his grasp, one finger at a time, until she was standing thigh deep in his cock without any support other than the throbbing excitement rustling up the taught woven tissue. 
	Samus struggled with her balance, swaying with the motions of the dick and flapping her arms until she got a grasp on the head. -Chrlrpth- But as she settled back steady it crawled over her hind, cheeks engulfed in a sweep of flesh and clamping down over her lap. She looked up, panting louder than him. She dragged at the dick, pushed and smacked, -Chhrlrpths- -Grggrrhprthalthp- but the mammoth dick clutched her taut, -Chshrhpth- nestling her abdomen under the barrier of incarnadine.
	“Just, mfm, admit it, you belong to me, every speck of your existence will serve well as to fuel me. You are cock meat, And you have until the last glimpse of light is snuffed out before your fate is sealed, morsel,” Ridley mused a he gently bucked is hips, shaking the rag doll of a human at this own his mast, -Cshhothg- -clpghthta he could see the silhouette of her figure burgeoning down his mast, swollen sinew bending and contorting around the twists and struggles from her stomach stinking past, all of which were dominated and by a mere flex of his shaft around her. He trailed his digits up along the shaft, pressing and kneading down on the smooth, vague domes of knees and legs, watching as tattered lengths of her shredded clothing were reeled down with her frame, like a fish drawing a lure bob into the depths. Though she would not resurface. She struggled and fended off the throbs, pinching her arm against the cock to get a grasp. -Cshhgplth- Only for the sturdy slit to bend, soft as pudding, and engulfing her hand to pin it against her sinking chest.
	She panted heavier, waving her free arm, attempting to dislodge herself. She coughed in the waves of emanating, raw xeno musk wafting up through the hole, basting her in a glaze of briny lust as she was gradually swallowed into a marinade of his genital cocktail. Excitement fuelled excitement, kicks and twists from the human wrought cascades of pleasure through Ridley's cock, carnal desire roiling through the member as it oscillated, a turbine of lust clamping and kneading Samus's figure down into the pit. Chest -Chhrrlpchth- -Chhvlrpth- -Cttwlphsh- engulfed. Shoulders -Schrlpth- enveloped. Samus was staggering and panting feverishly, grasping along any surface she could, only to be met with the humid, glistening surface of cock-sweat crinkling around her as the lips of the monster's manhood swarmed around her neck. 
	The streams of raw satisfaction spiked through Ridley's nervous-system, the pterodon laying back over the bed of boulders, rocking his hips in the air and watching it waggle with the sculpt of Samus lodged in his shaft, he'd peek up along the slit foaming with whipped cock-cream, one arm flailing and grabbing as best she could. 
	“How does it feel? Soon you will be nothing but cock padding on a captain's fat cock. Savour it, this is where your kin truly belongs,” he said, reaching out to rasp his mast, trailing and massaging the broad bulges of her as she was congesting his shaft, “but you cannot be the only one. To think of all those humans wasting away. Outside of me and my crew's bodies…” he brought a broad, ivory claw over her head, pressing the flat digit against her face, muting the responses she struggled to utter between gaps, “I will be sure to pluck them when they are as ripe as you, for a proper harvest.” -Shhflflpth- -Mfmnfw-.
	-Crrllllwwwuurlch- Ridley's digit dunked her past the mast's event horizon, dipping into thick flesh that sent tremors throughout his body. Slowly, delicately, he withdrew, leaving the bulbous imprint of Samus strapped in his mast. Muffled, wriggling. A vine of cock slime tethered his claw to the tip of the dick, he lapped it up with a grin. 
	“Mmff, haaa. Good, good little waste of space, dick princess. Show me how pretty you can truly be as a dick…” He huffed out as he jerked along the thick mauve missile: -Thhnwp- -Thtlwp- -Twhwwlp- And as he worked and dragged, the lumps receded, groping and kneading the bulges of the human with citrine yellow eyes into the marinade within the undiluted dino sausage nectar. As the impressions faded, so did the squirms, the strength, spirit, and body of the woman cocooned therein. Though the waves of satisfaction unleashed all the more as the woman's life was distilled into and absorbed by the surrounding flesh. Viral jolts spiking through the captain's spine and leaving him arched back and shaking through his entire form. “That's it, melt, melt and transcend from worthless sack of meat to a vigorous girth…” he hissed and tugged, polishing his meat smooth, droves of skin bundling up against his digits, but bulldozed smooth as he drew back down, without a trace of the woman therein… 
	-Chrlrlth- -Cvhhrrllsghs- His meat shuddered, stiffened against his grasp, refusing to yield. Ridley stared down from his drained state. “Oh? Is itmfm mfphghyaaa~,” he roared, the mast throbbing in his grasp, each time the meat undulated -Chrggrtlt- it plumped, expanding out of the his grasp, watching as his digits dug deeper into the amassing bulk. The gossamer figured sprawled, first in a disordered sprawl, but soon congregating smooth around the diameter of his shaft, partitioning the dick’ surface into three segments. As the mast throbbed with growth, the gaps extruded into uniform, gauzy pouches. The Surges of pleasure stored in his mast, instead of draining out through his body – siphoned into the pouches, three on each side, where they began to coagulate and gel, swelling into tactile knolls of brilliant orange gleam with the luster of fresh exotic fruit flesh. The satisfaction spooled and collected as the mast hardened, plates of pliant, protective rubbery cartilage stretching across the cock, with smooth machine-drawn oval outlines around the glowing, plush domes decorating his shaft. 
	Ridley panted, breath normalizing as he marvelled, his mast swelling to incorporate every stretch of the woman's mass, magnified in girth and length. “Yes…” he hissed, reaching for his cock and squeezed. A roil of satisfaction spiralled and crashed through the domes, fuelling back into his mast, “Y-yeyeees,” he groaned out as he stroked and pumped along the sinous mast, the rush amplifying and spiralling down through his scrotum, to then… -Slpghrbrlrlpths- He shrieked out a howl that sent the remaining critters of the forest fleeing, and his mast bulged in his grasp. Arm length tendrils of white nectar unspooled from the cock, crashing down on the boulders around him as a glistening, chalky mortar, riddled with scraps of torn clothing and leaks of translucent cock-milk. The phlegm ejected with intervals matching the meat's throbs, with a half-life of a half a minute. Moments passed, and the undulations faded. -Gbbrlgsah- -grrbrglglpshh- And in the globs of dipping dick sludge, from the gaping pit of a cock, sloughed a pair of treads, molten and melded into the fabric, corroded and landing with a -Thfjlflpfh- jostle of jelly, drowning in Ridley's manhood mucus. 
	“Mfmng… pmhhffff, phaaa…” he sighed, trailing his digits along the swollen mast, the domes still tantalizing him to the touch, as if the very spirit of the lesser creature was put to work tingling them… she lived on through his shaft, and she was … “And you are doing such a good job as my dick…” he mumbled, and looked out in his peripheral vision, towards the forest, the direction this specimen had arrived from. “Fret not,” Ridley said with a pat to his cock, “I have a whole fleet for your kin to embellish.”