Ordeal on BVC7-21

The sunlight felt nice as it warmed my bare skin.

I groaned, the sound low and broken in my raw throat. “…nnngh… fuck…”

My eyes fluttered open. Golden-pink light poured down through the towering canopy, turning the mating hollow into a soft, glowing haven, nice even. Every single inch of me throbbed with pain. Deep claw scratches crisscrossed my breasts and stomach, some still bleeding thin lines of blood. My thighs were covered in puncture marks from thorns and barbs. Between my legs… I was ruined. My pussy and ass were swollen, puffy, and gaping they were all leaking a slow, sticky mix of my own blood and thick alien cum that had pooled beneath me in the glowing moss.

I was completely naked.

No Varia Suit. No Zero Suit. No helmet. No arm cannon. Just me- Samus Aran, the galaxy’s greatest bounty hunter- lying spread out like a used fuck toy in the middle of an alien jungle.

I tried to sit up. Sharp pain ripped through my core and I collapsed back with a hiss. “Ah- shit…!” Fresh fluids trickled out of my stretched holes with the movement. The aphrodisiac was still burning slow and deep in my veins, turning every throb of pain into a sick, unwanted heat that made my clit pulse and my nipples stay hard against the cool dawn air.

I stared up at the drifting mountain fragments far above and felt the humiliation sink in like a knife.

Look at me, I thought bitterly. A living fuck toy. Holes dripping, body marked and filled, crawling around naked because a bunch of spiked little monsters used me all night like I was nothing but a warm hole for their cocks.

I rolled onto my side, teeth gritted. “Gotta… move,” I whispered hoarsely. “Emergency… gunship… I can make it.”

Every movement was torture. My breasts dragged across the soft moss as I pushed myself onto my hands and knees. Cum and blood smeared across my skin with every shift. My swollen pussy lips rubbed together, sending unwanted sparks of pain through me. I could feel the deep cuts inside, every tiny motion reminding me exactly how brutally I’d been fucked.

I started crawling.

Naked. Weaponless. Covered in scratches, bites, and drying alien seed. My ass swayed with each painful movement, leaking steadily down my thighs. The neural roots beneath the moss pulsed faintly, like the planet itself was watching its new toy try to escape.

The jungle stretched out endlessly in every direction- glowing vines brushing against my bare shoulders, bioluminescent flowers unfurling as I passed, their sweet scent mixing with the smell of sex and blood on my skin. Every step, every crawl, made me feel more exposed. My heavy breasts swayed beneath me. My ruined holes clenched and leaked with every shift of my hips. The aphrodisiac kept moving in my blood, making my body feel like it still belonged to the swarm even though they were gone.

I was no longer the hunter.

I was just a naked, dripping fuck toy trying to survive long enough to reach my gunship.

The beacon was still active- I could feel the faint locator pulse in the back of my mind from the emergency implant. It was miles away. Through this living, breathing jungle. Alone. With nothing but my broken body and the growing heat between my legs.

I kept crawling, breath ragged, leaving a shiny trail of cum and blood on the glowing moss behind me like an injured unicorn.

The long BVC7-21 day had only just begun… and I was completely at its mercy.