No one is perfect. Despite this truth many choose to deny such a reality. Some try to hide their own flaws by criticizing others. The biggest achievers are often targets of self-loathing judgers. Of course, even the best of people have their worst moments.
Samus Aran, professional bounty hunter, was currently living hers.
She was currently inside a Galactic Federation research-class bottle ship. She received a distress signal and ended meeting with her old commanding officer and his squad. So far Samus found out nearly all the ship's crew were dead, aliens were running loose, evidence of illegal biological engineering, and one of the squad members was an assassin removing all witnesses of this event. Yup, it was just another mission.
"Damn it!" exclaims Samus as she was swatted aside by an angry alien. She responds with a double shot to the face. The aggressive alien fell lifelessly, but two more of its kind appeared. Samus switches her gun to missile mode and fires a rocket between them. A second later their location was nothing more than a bloody crater. Still sore from the previous attack, she stands up and shouts "all clear!"
Walking in was Adam Malkovich, the commanding officer of this mission, with his six platoon soldiers following suit. Analyzing the location, the man nodded at the bounty hunter. "Good work Samus" said Malkovich. "You got use a good spot to take a rest."
"Thank you" said Samus with gratitude.
"However, it's become apparent your weaponry is too much for the bottle ship to take. If you were to even use a power bomb this entire place would be obliterated."
"My apologizes. I'll refrain from using my more destructive arsenal unless the situation demands it."
"That won't be enough. You are denied any use of weaponry."
"But my suit isn't made for close quarters combat."
"I'm denying the equipment of your suit as well."
"What? But why?"
"Just being cautious. Who knows what horrible effects your Varia suit can do?"
"Then… how am I suppose to fight without guns or armor?"
"Simple: you fuck them."
Samus blushed brightly. "W-what?"
"I am authorizing the use of the Zebesian Ero Suit. With it you should be more than capable of having enough stamina to endure dozens of monster genitals per second."
"Are you fucking serious?"
Adam ignored Samus and faced his platoon. "We'll provide Samus with support while she engages the enemy. Is that clear?" The all-male soldiers gave a swift thumbs up. The commanding officer turns to the bounty hunter and asks "any objections, lady?" Samus pouts and gives thumbs down.
THE GOOD PART OF THE STORY MISSING BECAUSE ITS TOO DIRTY TO PUT ON THIS SITE BECAUSE OF THE GUILDLINES AND ALL BUT REALLY ITS BECAUSE I DON'T WHAT TO WRITE SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT GO FUCK YOURSELF SINCE I'VE BEEN HAVING A LACK OF INSPIRATION LATELY SO BE GLAD YOU GET ANYTHING AT ALL YOU UNGRATEFUL BASTARDS AH FUCK IT LETS GET THIS FANFIC OVER WITH OKAY
Samus gasps heavily as she emerged victorious. Her evil Furby arch nemesis has finally been slain with the power of the hyper orgasm. She was probably impregnated by now. Samus shutters to think what her baby would look like. Even then she'll raise it like a good mother, unlike the last time with Baby.
The bounty hunter walked to her space ship, the massive amount of bodily fluids on her body slowed her down. The others didn't make it. Good riddance, she thought, their 'support' didn't help out at all. At least now she'll have solitude until the next mission.
However, this day wasn't over just yet. When Samus reached the hanger bay, somebody was blocking her way. Of all things it had to be a mysterious black dude.
Pulling down his pants, the man remarked, "remembah me?"
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