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"Wake up, meat."

Ridley's skull pounded; pain lanced down his brow to the end of his sharp beak. His bright yellow eyes flashed open. He sat, hind legs splayed, inside some kind of containment field. Some sort of force field wrapped in shimmering blue light. His arms were bound behind his back, tail leashed to a collar on his throat. His wings remained unbound, but some device planted between his shoulder blades made his wings and arms numb. The same looking device, a simple disc with three claws digging furrows in his violet scales, were planted on his thighs, which left them numb as well.

Still, when he looked up and saw who stood before him, he howled and spat. The feeling of his gag reflex triggering came without the satisfying, burning force of his energy breath. He coughed and choked, doubling over as Samus watched him. As he wheezed, Samus said, "Good, those glands haven't regenerated yet. I wanted to talk before I muzzle you."

Ridley remembered now: stealing the Metroid to Zebes, Samus pursuing him. Their fight. She had used a barrage of missiles to ground him before diving under a blast of his breath and blasting open his throat. A minor setback. Ever since he had been infused with Phazon, Ridley's regenerative powers made such wounds as inconvenient as a bad cold.

He glared at Samus, waiting for her to speak. He expected she planned to cart him to some Federation prison, collect his bounty, and move on. As if anyone might hold him when his fellow Space Pirates--

"You're all that's left," Samus said. "Zebes is gone, destroyed. Only two things that got off the planet were you and me. Good thing I loaded you onto the ship before facing Mother Brain, hmm?"

"And no one has the Metroid?" Ridley finally spoke. He laughed, bitterly. "I suppose this containment field I'm in was for it?"

"No, I couldn't save it, but I figure cutting off the head of your operation was a fair exchange."

"And yet, you know cutting off my head won't kill me," Ridley said. He could not stand or move his limbs, but he still tried his best to intimidate her.

"If I wanted to kill you, I'd have launched this pod into the nearest star," Samus said.

"Still collecting bounties, then? Going to take me to some jail? Hah!" Ridley barked. "You know if you don't kill me I'll eventually kill you."

"Tsk," Samus moved to a pedestal near the pod. She keyed in some buttons, and the containment field faded. Ridley now had a better look at her: body bound up in a bold blue jumpsuit, clinging to her as a second skin. While humans weren't to Ridley's taste, he could not deny how delectable she looked, having never seen her so exposed before. Not since she was a child, at least.

"Pretty little thing," Samus said as she approached him. Even prostrate on the ground, and tall as Samus was with the Chozo's genetic modifications, she still only came up to his beak. "That's what you called me."

Ridley remembered. "When we first met."

"When you killed my mother," Samus whispered.

Ridley snapped at her. His massive jaws closed around her thighs, fangs tearing through her suit, finding purchase in her flesh. He meant to rip her towards him and maul her with his teeth, but something burning whipped around his throat. Plasma's sharp shock made the muscles in his jaw spasm. Samus did not so much as flinch as she forced Ridley to release her.

"That the best you got?" The whip around Ridley's neck slackened, no longer choking him or cooking his flesh. Panting, still pained, he watched as the wounds he opened along her flesh knitted close. The suit remained shredded, pockmarked with jagged bite marks with her red blood dripping down the suit. The skin on her thighs, rosy pink as it quickly regenerated, seemed so plump, so tender and delicate compared to his hard, leathery scales and sinewy, jagged body. Yet she carried a warrior's skill and strength, and the same cursed vitality from their encounters with Phazon.

"Ugh, wh--hnng," Ridley snarled as that whip coiled around him again.

"I didn't give you permission to speak, meat."

Ridley grit his teeth, but indulged her. He had been almost killed by Samus enough times to not let pride cloud his judgement. Hatred and respect, he held them in equal measure for this human. Perhaps the only creature in the galaxy who could possibly bring these feelings to him.

Samus' whip loosened, and she yanked him by the jaw to meet her gaze. Her whole arm could fit in Ridley's muzzle. If Samus was anything like a normal human, Ridley might tear her arm off with a single bite, but he couldn't. He knew, so long as he was under her power, it would take a divine stroke of luck to get a chance to really hurt her.

Glaring at each other, Samus said, "If I had you like this when I was younger, I'd have killed you. I'd have killed you for what you did to my parents, to all sorts of innocent people in the galaxy, fuck I would have killed you just for being a pain in my ass. But I'm older now." She released him and backed away. The whip unspooled from his neck, slinking back into the blaster shaped weapon she held in her right hand. Ridley tried to guess how fast he might have to be to bite that hand, disarm her then maybe...

"You know I'm faster than you, and can read you better than anyone," Samus warned.

Of course she saw through him. He growled, "Just get to the point or jettison me into that star you mentioned."

"Work like this is stressful, and it's lonely, and downtime..." Samus looked past him at the wall, "Let's just say, thanks to people like you keeping me busy, I don't play well with civilians. Animals, beasts, monsters like you, those I understand... some like that Metroid you stole I can even be fond of, but even then, I don't really have a means of blowing off steam, aside from shooting things. And despite what your pirate logs say about me, I'm not enough of a psychopath to actually enjoy that work."

Ridley cocked his head. "What do you mean? I so savored your mother's screams before I closed my teeth around her." Any sort of reaction he wanted to get out of Samus did not happen. "What? No anger? No rebuke? I devoured your parents, girl, don't you care?"

"I've killed enough pirates to make up for what you did to them," Samus said flatly.

Ridley ran his long tongue around his beaked snout. "If didn't know what your blood tasted like, I'd say you were too cold to be anything more than a machine."

"Work like this makes you hard," Samus said. "You're going to help with that."

Ridley laughed at her. Throwing his laughter, half-mad, at Samus was all he really had here. "So what? Am I supposed to be your punching bag? Or did you think you could befriend me and we'd be able to have dinner together?"

"The punching bag is half of it," Samus said.

"Bring it on, girl. I can take anything a 'pretty little thing' like you can do."

Samus touched the collar of her suit, holding a finger to some button there. The suit's material rippled and a zipper appeared at the collar, with a line for it to follow that went down her front.

"You should know something about the implants on your legs and spine," Samus said as she touched the zipper. Ridley gawked, trying to comprehend what her stripping implied. Samus teased the zipper down, skin showing itself more and more. "Those implants are monitoring my vitals, and the more erratic they become the more they will work to immobilize you. To a point that they will eventually shut your body down until I reset them. So, if you attack me, manage to hurt me, you'll be stuck here, catatonic. Those devices are feeding on your body's residual regenerative energies, they were meant to subdue a Metroid, but seem effective enough on you."

Ridley scoffed. "You're going to fuck me?" He laughed again. "I have to admit, you're much more twisted than I thought. Fucking the monster that caused you so much misery, what a little pervert you are."

Samus remained stoic, zipper held at her bust, not yet showing more than some of her cleavage. "I'm only telling you this to save us both some time. You know resisting me is pointless. I can muzzle you or bolt your beak shut, but it'd be a shame to put that tongue to waste."

"You really are sick, you know that?" Ridley continued. "Hey, tell you what, you release me and I'll give you what you want. I'll fuck you so stupid you won't even notice when my teeth close around your throat."

Samus, for once, smirked. "You know, Ridley, predators like you can be so blind to your own peril. I'm going to enjoy training you."

***

Time lost any sense of meaning for Ridley.

Had it been days, weeks, months? No one knew he was alive, and Samus allowed no one on her ship. She would leave, potentially for days at a time, and return for him. At first Ridley fought her, resented her, struggled to find ways out of the ship. She kept him muzzled when not dealing with him first hand, so he could not attempt to use his teeth to tear off his restraints. Nor did he have the strength to while Samus was there. A body so tender and delicate, it amazed him the strength it could hold. The power to pull his jaws open if he tried to bite down on her, the strength to beat him continuously. The beatings became less frequent with time. Ridley was not sure if it was his growing complacency or that she grew bored of it.

Eventually, when the door to his chambers opened, Ridley barely glanced up. He was as bound as when he first woke, only now I large metal muzzle had been sealed around his beak. She came in still dressed in her power armor, the front singed by blast marks. The helmet she held in her hand had a crack going down the middle of it. She tossed it aside, and began to strip from the armor. Ridley watched, curious, as each part came undone. A hiss of air, the buzz of a magnetic clamp releasing its hold, her suit fell away. She only acknowledged Ridley when she kicked off her boots:

"What is with that look?"

Ridley blinked then scowled at her. She went to the pedestal that controlled most of his restraints and released the magnetic lock on his muzzle. It slipped down then clattered to the floor with a heavy slam. "Speak, meat," Samus said. Her voice carried all the cold, hard authority he now knew so well.

Ridley grumbled but admitted, "I had almost forgotten what your armor looked like."

"Yes, well, I need to compose myself before I report in this mission. You're going to help."

Ridley knew what she meant. She planted her heel on the muzzle and shoved it away, then began unzipping her suit. Ridley hated he could not tear his eyes from her. All that soft skin exposed, pale white with rosy undertones. Her pink areolas, blonde pubes practically translucent in the dim blue light overhead. The suit fell to the floor, and she stepped closer, seemingly defenseless, and yet, Ridley remained transfixed. Samus stepped under his beak and pressed against his front. She kissed his shoulder, took a deep breath of his scales, and whispered, "I hate what your scent does to me."

Ridley understood what she meant. The smell of some shampoo in her long blonde hair, the sour smell of sweat on her skin, the faint traces of her arousal already blossoming from her thighs. Ridley's body reacted not like a captive prisoner but an old lover. The lips of his slit puffed up, the dark purple scales beginning to blush. Her fingers clawed over his hide, pinching inward, finding purchase against his boney body just a moment before she shuddered. Something was different this time. Usually she maintained her cool longer than this, but a breathy moan against him told him she needed him just as badly.

Samus dropped between Ridley's open legs. He watched, surprised. She rarely did this, and often only to torment his length. This time, though, she sat on her knees, one hand thrust between her thighs while she bent down. Samus' typical sadism fell to the wayside in favor for a gentle kiss on Ridley's slit. She moaned. The sound made Ridley's beak open in a little gawk turned gasp as she spread his slit with both hands. She revealed the glistening grey flesh underneath. The pungent scent of his musk, bitter and earthy, struck them both. Samus whimpered, and the shock of seeing her reactions made it difficult to process what she did.

She dragged her tongue up his sensitive inner walls. Samus coated her tastebuds in his slit fluids, her thighs quivering, face flushed as she eagerly ate him out. His exposed folds were sensitive to this strange new touch, and given their size difference, Samus had to take several long licks to lap up one side. Yet she did, drooling, some other slut possessing her. Ridley's cock began to swell with life. Before she even finished tonguing across both sides of his exposed inner walls, his taper brushed her cheek. The maroon mass of flesh quickly smeared precum into her skin as Samus continued to licking his slit. Her tongue wriggled inside Ridley's vent, dug deep as it could. His most hated enemy suddenly on her knees and worshipping him. It was some twisted fantasy he did not totally understand.

Samus eventually grabbed his growing shaft. She pumped it a few times as it swelled in her hand, eventually too big for her to wrap her fingers all the way around. "Fuck..." she whispered, as his cock reached its full length, dripping and throbbing in her hand. It was the length of Samus' forearm, the flesh smooth and glistening, a set of subtle ridges on its underside. Samus whispered, "Why couldn't you have some pathetic prick? Why did it," she took another deep breath of her musk, "ah-hah... have to smell so good?"

"What is, rrrr, going on?" Ridley demanded. He debated trying to escape. Samus seemed so distracted, was this some kind of trick?

She glared at him and said, "Just enjoy this, meat."

He couldn't deny wanting to--what little movement his hips could muster he used to thrust them. She pumped his shaft, whispering, "That's it, stay eager for me." Even if Ridley wanted to try and kill her, some taboo part of him wanted this more. They had fucked many times before, but never had Samus serviced him like this. Never had she expressed so openly her needs for him.

"I've been thinking about this for days," she whispered while admiring her captive's cock. Had it been days since Samus had last been here? Any morsel of thought not consumed by her the dragon Samus ejected when her lips wrapped around his tip. Ridley's nostrils flared. Soft, plush lips pushed past the edge of his cock. Samus had never put him in her mouth. Her warm maw quickly filled with the first few inches of his length. His lower abdomen clenched, cock flexing as precum spat into Samus' mouth. She moaned and started to bob her head. Ridley's claws closed into fist behind his back--he grit his beak, huffing. Beneath him the blonde beauty's lips formed a neat little O around his cock. One hand pumped around his base, while her other kept three fingers buried deep in her snatch. Tears ran down her flushed face as she took his taper into his throat, then on another few bobs more of his shaft. She swallowed half his meat now, dick leaving an outline in her neck.

Samus' hips quaked, and Ridley heard her nectar drip across the metal floor in several waves. She was cumming. This slut got so worked up sucking Ridley's dick that she came. Ridley smelled it, the bittersweet heat of her sex. A sharp scent cloying at his nostrils, demanding he breed her. It was too much. He roared, spitting a blast of energy into the ceiling. Pleasure crashed through his waist, from his internal testes into his crotch, his cock abuzz with bliss. Samus moved so her lips squeezed just his tip, a firm grip on Ridley's prick to keep it from jerking out her mouth. Her tongue flicked back and forth across his piss slit as thick, draconic cum filled her mouth. She swallowed once, twice, then choked as the blast of his spunk overwhelmed her. It was so rare Samus let him cum, which left him pent up. Teased to the edge constantly, but not today. Her lips released his cock, still aiming it at her blushing face, eyes closed. Hot, slimy ropes of Ridley's semen splattered across her face, slipping in an oily sheen down her abused throat and heaving bust. Ridley stared, panting, as she let him coat her in a layer of his musky seed.

His orgasm ebbed away, and, panting, Samus wiped her eyes clear. She looked up at him and shuddered. "You should see the look on your beak," she said with a smirk. Ridley was ready to believe this some dream, as she lifted her breast up to her face. She licked thick globs of cum from her skin, lips pinching gently around her hard nipple. She suckled, moaning and watching Ridley. Samus released her breast and scooped up the cum running down her tone abdomen, she then stuck those fingers between her thighs. "You, hnng, you've r-ruined me," Samus breathed, pumping her cumslick digits in and out of her, "I can't, hah, see myself with other h-humans, fuck..." she froze, then moaned as she came, eyes closed. More of her nectar spilled from between her thighs before she stroked his still hard cock. "Why would I want them when I have this? They're not enough," Samus said.

Ridley's dick ached. Without a refractory period of lesser species, his maleness merely longed to be inside her.

Shaky legged, Samus wobbled to her feet. She understood his needs in that moment. Samus and Ridley shared those needs. She turned around and leaned back against him; her body used his as a brace. "Don't get used to this," she warned.

Ridley growled, not caring in that moment for all the old violence between them. He needed her. Ridley tipped his beak down, tongue hanging out. The thick, spongy muscle dragged across her breast, making Samus gasp. His cum, her sweat, a cocktail that caused his cock to dribble fresh precum. She touched his beak before he might taste her again, urging, "Wait."

He growled but assented as Samus backside slid down his beastly body. Her skin so soft against his leathery scales, palms still slick when she grabbed the tip of his dick. She lined him up with her nether lips. Her engorged pussy a pale pink split across Ridley's maroon taper. They drooled against each other. Two fonts of need mixed and mingling. With a simple nudge of her fingers he was inside her. Her soft, hot interior contracted. Samus moaned and sank down. Those ridges on his cock felt delectable as they slid, one after another, past her blushing labia into her contracting cunny. Samus' body shivered against his. He felt her nectar gush around his shaft, spill wetly across his slit.

"F-fuck," Samus breathed. With a grunt, she rolled her hips and more of Ridley sank into her. She whimpered as his taper speared her cervix, bottoming out inside her vent with a third of his cock remaining outside. "Dammit," Samus cursed. She touched her crotch, a slight outline of his cock along her flesh. "I-I need... I need all of you inside me."

Ridley snarled his assent. Samus grabbed the collar at Ridley's throat for purchase. She used it to pull herself off his shaft, her body trembling with an unspeakable need. A need to surrender entirely to her oldest enemy. Ridley could smell it on her, and whatever chance for escape this might inspire was overridden by burning lusts. Both Samus and Ridley made protesting noises when his cock popped free of her cunt. Her pussy clenching to the last bit, desperate to keep him wrapped in her wet. Samus grabbed his freed taper and aligned it again. Ridley felt his slick flesh rub against soft, wrinkled skin. Samus grit her teeth when his cock punctured her rear. Her ass proved far tighter than her needy cunny had been. She huffed and gyrated her hips. "Oh... god..." Samus whimpered, yet her hips did not stop working.

Samus' legs lifted her up and down Ridley's pulsing, potent cock. Each throb from the dragon spilled more precum into her interior, making her ring of muscle slicker, more pliant. Samus grabbed his collar again, using it to haul her body along his ridged shaft. She screamed when she came, freezing up, squirting femme cum across the already soiled floor. Ridley growled and worked his hips through her orgasm, making sure to churn up her insides and stoke more pleasure. He took some twisted thrill in making her like this. The thought only Ridley could do this to Samus made his internal testes tense with their own needs. He wanted to feel his shaft fully sheathed in her body, a thing they never once tried. Now it seemed all those months had been building to this.

Samus sensed his need, a need she shared.

"Th-that's it, you monster," she urged, "take me like--ah-ahhh!" Samus was cut off when, working together, they both managed to seat her on his slit. Ridley snarled, a clear bulge in her belly from his cock. Thank fuck humans were so goddamn soft and yielding. Ridley howled, never once experiencing something like this. Her body clenched around the entirety of his shaft. Both came at the same time. Samus moaned as Ridley doubled over her--no roar this time, just a pained yowl. His release so good it hurt. She hugged him close to her body as his cock throbbed and pulsed inside her, groaning as draconic seed spilled and sloshed around her belly. Thick, flooding waves of spunk quickly left Samus feeling bloated, her stomach a little swollen by Ridley's rich seed before it came bubbling out around her stretched pucker. Warm, sticky semen spilled across her plush rear and his swollen slit.

Samus stroked his beak, closer than they had ever had been. She whispered, "Some monster on the surface got its venom in me. I've... I've been like this since... I've needed, oh fuck how I've needed you..."

Ridley grunted. "This changes nothing. When I find a chance to--"

"Just shut up and kiss me, meat."

Ridley obliged. Samus, belly swollen with cum, arched her back against him as Ridley opened his maw over her head. It did not come crashing down. Instead his tongue pushed past her waiting lips in a lewd, bestial kiss. He tasted her and his cum on his palate, and his desires stirred anew. He would find his chance later. Now, when he had her so hot, so malleable, he needed to know what he could shape from Samus' twisted desires.