Echo

TITLE: Echo
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
RATING: NC-17
NOTE: It's a bit difficult to write plotless Metroid smut. Especially if you like to write the kind of plotless smut I like to write. Still, Samus is totally deserving of some sweet loving and, really, there's only one person in the Metroid series who can give it to her.


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Fading Echo

By now I suppose my report on the Aether situation should have reached the Galactic Federation. It should be a few days before I recieve my reply, if I get sent one in the first place. Most likely I won't hear a thing until I'm back inside Federation space. Not that it really matters.

What's more important to me right now is the situation with [unknown alien characters]. The computer still hasn't figured out who or what she is, apart from what was obvious to the both of us anyway. Our theory that the situation was some strange result of Aether's dimensional split is still the best and only theory we have. But I fear that any theory, accurate or not, will soon be useless in any case. Aether has been healed, so it's likely to assume that soon

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Samus looked at the small screen. She knew how she should finish the sentence, but she really didn't want to. In some strange way, putting down the actual words would make it all definite and she didn't want it to be definite. As bizarre as current events were, Samus didn't really object to them. She rather liked them, in fact. There weren't very many people she could talk to after all and fewer still who could understand her.

Sighing softly, Samus closed the file to let the computer do the saving and encrypting. She turned away from the screen and towards the gunship's single bed. Or, more accurately, she turned to its occupant, Samus.

"Not a very big entry by the sound of it," said Samus.

"There wasn't much to say," Samus replied.

"Hmm," said Samus.

Samus got out of her chair and went to sit on the edge of the bed.

"How are you feeling?" she asked.

"Not as well as I'd like," said Samus, smiling faintly. "Shouldn't you be flying, though?"

"You know the autopilot can handle it," said Samus.

"I meant, isn't there anything for you to do other than sitting there and watching me die?"

"Come now, didn't we always think we'd die alone?"

"Yes, but we never minded," said Samus.

"True."

Samus reached down and idly stroked her twin's hair.

"I'd like to stay with you. If you don't mind."

"No," said Samus. "I don't mind."

Samus smiled. The whole thing was probably beyond weird, but being raised by Chozo and making a living by exterminating alien threats does strange things to anyone's sense of weirdness. She enjoyed the company of her... twin, copy, echo, whatever... and she didn't want her to go. It was probably very narcisistic of her, but on the other hand there probably wasn't anyone else anywhere in the universe who could accept her for who she was more than Samus could. Besides, she'd never gone through a phase of self-loathing or awkwardness. She'd always loved herself.

She still loved herself.

"Samus?"

"Mmm?"

"Would you... grant me a last request?"

"Sure."

Samus looked up at her, her request plain in her eyes. Samus smiled, leaned down and kissed her. Samus moaned softly as she kissed her, their lips perfectly suited for each other. Without breaking their kiss Samus moved on top of Samus as the young woman embraced her. Samus's tongue slipped into her double's mouth where it was eagerly met.

While she'd been lying on the bed, Samus had worn a short blue bathrobe for decency's sake. It was now easily shook aside by Samus, revealing her breasts. Samus's moan was smothered by the lips still on hers as Samus cupped and caressed one of her breasts. Samus's fingers trailed across the soft and supple flesh before they reached her hard nipple.

Samus's moans of growing lust were suddenly clearly audible throughout the gunship as Samus's lips left her mouth and travelled down to kiss her chin and neck while her hand continued to play with her breast. Samus could feel her echo's hands roaming across her back through the fabric of her blue jumpsuit and her legs entwined with hers. Samus moved her hand away from Samus's breast so she could kiss it and lick it and suck it, leaving tiny trails of saliva. The tip of her tongue travelled along the soft curve and teased the nipple.

Samus suddenly yelped when Samus's hand reached down and caressed the wetness between her legs. Her yelps turned to moans as Samus explored the familiar folds of her slit. She clamped as close to her body as she could while still allowing the woman's mouth and fingers easy access to her body. Her body burned with lust and pleasure as Samus effortlessly teased and touched every sensitive part of her. When Samus slipped a few fingers into her, Samus moaned loudly, or would have if her moan hadn't been smothered by Samus's lips kissing her own again.

Samus bucked and writhed, her mind incoherent with arousal, her body dancing to the tune of Samus's fingers. The two digits slid in and out of her, pushing her a little further with every little thrust. Samus still kissed her and she tried to kiss her back, but the pleasure that filled her along with the bucking of her body made it impossible. She frantically licked Samus's lips, her tongue occassionally slipping into her mouth. Soon she couldn't even do that any more, Samus's thrusting fingers rendering her totally helpless in a sea of lust that washed over her. She closed her eyes, bit her lip.

And screamed.

Samus's pussy clenched and unclenched around Samus's fingers as an orgasm tore through her. Her fingers dug into Samus's back, her legs wrapped around her hips. Her whole body bucked and shuddered before slowly coming to rest.

Samus opened her eyes and saw Samus through a haze of lust. She pushed Samus upright until they were both more or less sitting, then peeled off the woman's jumpsuit. Even though she was aroused already, the look her double gave her now naked body made her shudder with delight. Samus put a hand on her shoulder, leaned forward and kissed her. The hand not resting on her shoulder was placed on Samus's stomach and then moved down between her legs. Samus moaned when a pair of fingers circled around her clit. She became wetter still and could tell from Samus's kiss that her arousal was once again flaring as well.

As if on unspoken command, the two young women seperated. They eagerly and somewhat awkwardly repositioned themselves until their legs were so entwined that their wet pussies were almost touching. Then they both pressed forward. A surge of electric pleasure coursed through Samus as her clit rubbed against Samus's. They gyrated against each other, their clits stimulating each other, their slit pressed together, their fluids mixing. Samus's breathing deteriorated into short, struggling gasps. She felt strength beginning to leave her body with every jolt of pleasure, yet she couldn't stop her hips writhing obscenely against Samus's even if she wanted to. Her whole lightning-filled being was centred on her clit and the way it danced with Samus's.

Samus clenched her teeth and balled her hands into fists. She kept grinding her body against Samus's, feeling that she was on the verge of orgasm, yet infuriatingly far away from it at the same time. She heard Samus scream as a second orgasm took her. The feel of her shuddering body pushed her over and Samus groaned through gritted teeth as she came. The last of her strength left her and she collapsed onto the bed, her legs still twined with Samus.

Samus didn't know how long it took for her overloaded senses to return to the here-and-now, but when they did she took a deep breath and noticed Samus was still with her. Of course, with the way they were still lying, it was hard not to notice that kind of thing. She got up on her elbows and carefully disentangled herself from her echo. Then she moved on top of her until the two women were lying face to face. Samus gave Samus a quick, but satisfied, little kiss.

"I half expected you to be gone," Samus whispered.

"I don't think it quite works like that," Samus replied. "In fact, I think I feel a bit better."

"That's just the aftereffect of your orgasms talking."

"Mmm. You're probably right."

Samus lightly kissed Samus.

"Come on, you really should go back to piloting your ship."

"I'd rather stay here for a while longer," said Samus. "I'll have plenty of opportunities to fly my ship, after all."

"I'm not going anywhere just yet."

"Promise?"

Samus smiled vaguely. "Sure. I promise."