TF Story- Samus in Triple Trouble
Originally posted to DeviantArt: contains transformation, splitting and identiry change.
PART 1- Starting with Samus...
It was not easy being a researcher for the Space Pirates. Long hours, constantly shifting goals and no lunch breaks were the least of the problems. First you'd get shipped off to some backwater planet and be grateful if the air was breathable, capture dangerous wildlife and brave dangerous temples to loot Chozo artifacts (hope you didn't pick out a co-worker you hated the least) then with your outdated and barely functional scanners, try to figure out how to weaponize them. But all of this paled in comparison to the worst problem of all. Juuuuust as you were beginning to make progress, you'd show up for work one day, only to find the place completely looted and trashed at best, completely blown to smithereens at worst. All because of the one known as "The Hunter", treating research labs a free goody bags of artifacts and prototype weapons. Eventually every Space Pirate Researcher was a survivor of a raid by The Hunter- spared only by fate and bathroom breaks- and together they started to concoct a plan. They worked on it in secret- knowing that Space Pirate High Command would never approve of a plan that didn't end with The Hunter being torn to shreds by his talons- ready to exploit The Hunter's own routines against her.
There was something off about this latest facility that Samus found herself exploring. Where there should have been samples of local wildlife, there was instead different local plants, placed there as if the researcher were trying to look busy. She could feel a trap coming but the automated security was pretty much the same as ever. Her gut instinct was overwritten by a cocky thought.
"I guess even Space Pirates get disenfranchised."
She continued to scan the notes they left behind and all were pointing to the artifact that they had located, how it would make them unstoppable when they figured it out and how terrible it would be if "The Hunter" got her hands on it, all standard stuff. She made her way to the main laboratory and found the artifact taking pride of place in an over elaborate container. Samus's instincts were telling her that something was off, she should have faced some kind of Pirate Boss to obtain something so allegedly powerful, but she second guessed herself and remember the times she fought the boss right after picking the main item of the area up. She scanned the access panel and opened it up...
Meanwhile, all huddled in the security room, the researcher pushed against each other to get a view of the security feed. She had fallen for their deception and she would never be the same person again...
Samus reached out and grabbed the mysterious artifact, which appeared to be a small plastic disc of some kind with curved edges. She picked it up and turned it over in her hand. Noticing a hinge on it, she opened the device. It had a reflective surface and a small fabric pad that could be removed to reveal buttons underneath. It looked like a strange combination of a communications device and a makeup compact.
But before she could scan it, it scanned her! A laser came out the device and tracked over her power suit. Samus attempted to throw away what was now clearly a trap away but before it left her hand, a wire shot out from it and connected to her power suit. A message flashed up on her power suit’s HUD-
W.O.O.H.P. agent reactivation program initialised.
Samus’ mind raced with questions.
“Initialised? Agent program? What was going on? Reactivating who?”
Another strange message appeared on the HUD.
TOTAL reactivation in progress.
Step 1: Separating “Sam” from “us”.
Before Samus could even try to make sense of it, needles shot out of her suit into her. Normally for administering pain killers, the strange compact had turned them against Samus and they were now extracting something from her.
Samus quickly realised that they weren’t draining her blood. This felt more like a Metroid attack, the suit was absorbing something else from her. But what was it absorbing?
Sam us, trying to figure out how to disable the malevolent programming, felt what she could only describe as her body getting too big for her bones. Anyone looking through her visor would have seen her eyes sag and shift down as the eye holes of her skull grew larger.
She felt her feet rise off the floor as she shrank and now her entire body weight was supported by the power suit’s crotch which was riding up her butt. The pain quickly overwhelmed rational thought Sam us could have had and her mind became consumed with “Get me out of this stupid thing!”
Sam us clenched her legs against the sides of the power suit that was now a foot and a half too large for her frame and found that her muscles and skin had now caught up with her skeleton and that she was fit enough to support herself in the cavernous cavity. She was relieved but then she realised, she had forgotten why she was even in this stupid painful hunk of tin in the first place.
100% complete: “us” completely extracted from “Sam”
No sooner than that message appeared on the window of the suit did it open up, dumping Sam on to the cold hard floor, butt first. As she rubbed her bruised keister she tried to figure out what the heck was happening. What had actually happened was that the suit had extracted the “us” from Samus leaving only Sam behind but she had no way to know this. As far as Sam was aware, she was in the mall with her friends, trying to ignore Mandy’s… Mandy-ness and, without so much as a hasty and embarrassing briefing, she was whisked away to this dull evil lair.
“And they gave me the wrong suit!” she screamed, tugging at the wrongly sized blue number she was stuck in. As if in response to the complaint, the creepy suit walked towards her and pointed it’s cannon arm right into her chest.
But instead of firing, the suit did something weirder: It started to melt. First the cannon melted right onto Sam and quickly coated her blue suit. As she tried to brush the goo off, she missed the red portion of the suit melting off of the yellow part which continued to stand upright. Sam stopped struggling as she realised that the green blob had now turned into a perfect copy of her own suit. Same cut, same heart shaped belt and same zipper that got stuck half-way up every third time you tried to close it. But there was no time to be thankful for that small accommodation as the legs of the creepy suit were still melting and were now starting to writhe. The legs shrunk inwards and the excess material came out the top, turning into three indistinct blobs. Sam was reading herself to fight this blob monster, something much more in her pay grade, but the freakiness refused to stop as the middle blob opened to reveal a human face. One very familiar to Sam.
“Sam? What’s going on here?! And why am I so… blobby?”
“I was hoping you’d know.”
“Why would I know? You think I want to be a blob?!”
Once again, as soon as complaints were made, the goo reacted and Alex’s body became more shapely and more human until she looked like she was ready for just another mission in her catsuit.
“This has got to be at least in the top ten freakiest missions we’ve ever had.” Sam groaned as she rubbed her temples trying to process it all.
“Or, at least top fifty.” she quickly added.
Alex had noticed something important was missing but before she could finish asking- “Where’s Clover?”
-a terrible wail cried out:
“ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEEEE?!”
Sam and Alex looked down. Where the red blob once once stood was now Clover… or at least her torso.
“I guess there wasn’t enough red in that creepy suit…”
The words just kind of fell out of Sam’s mouth as she and Alex stood there bug eyed at Clover writhing in frustration.
“We got teleported to who knows where and they forgot my legs! How will I ever wear shoes again?!” she screamed, tears starting to form in her eyes.
“Muh-Maybe they’ll send them later.” Alex said very unconvincingly as she picked up the top half of Clover and put her on a box so she was at least at eye level.
“Legs aren’t like a magazine subscription!” Clover complained. “I can’t wait by the door for my own body to…”
Then the freak-fest continued as all three girls screamed in horror. Clover was melting! Clover, now a red blob with her head on top was dripping over the edges of the box and starting to coat it. The trio’s scream was cut off as they heard an ominous metallic creak. It came from the box that Clover had been perched on. The red Clover-adjacent blob was crushing it and absorbing it. The creak graduated to a crunch as the box was demolished and sucked into the red mass. Clover gingerly opened her eyes to see that she was now standing up, and with her own full body. She knocked her fists together and it didn’t sound like metal. The girls had a lot to think about-
“So are we actually us or crazy blob robots that think we’re us?”
“Does that matter? Identity is more about perception than-”
“Please don’t get philosophical, I promised my parents I’d get a useful major!”
They were interrupted by screaming coming from down the hall. It was in a language that none of them understood but the tone was universal: it was the panicked screech of mad scientists who accidentally made things worse for themselves and were trying to get away.
“We can’t be sure…” said Alex, striking a pose.
“...but perhaps we were sent here to kick butt and save the day.” continued Sam, joining her in the pose.
Clover joined in and declared “Let’s show them what happens when you mess with the wrong spies.”
