Sumo-Griz and I did a collaboration together involving everyone's favorite bounty hunter-turned-dragonelle (I call them Volantosaurs) as she introduces Rogue the Wolf to a new idea involving a recent mutation on a previously-extinct species...

Art by  Sumo-Griz
Story by  Soren Ehanu
Metroid © Nintendo

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Of all the things Rogue the Wolf expected when going to visit the home of a legendary bounty hunter, he didn't expect Samus to appear as she did. He had heard about her changes through the rumors of the bounty hunting world, but never really believed it.

The door to her home-cave swung wide to reveal the former huntress' new form: toweringly-tall, strikingly-azure scales, and great wings upon her back that unfurled like sails of sea-faring vessels. The pointed snout and pointed tail certainly were disconcerting to see but did nothing to distract from the visage of the one who possessed these features. Samus' eyes held a warmth that belied her other-wise terrifying stature. It was these that made Rogue feel at ease that she wasn't going to eat him or anything of that sort.

Maybe it had something to do with the eye-burningly-bright pink apron cascading down her front.

"Oh, hello there, Rogue!" Samus cheerfully greeted, reaching a claw down to shake. Rogue tentatively gripped her claw in his paw with a firm shake. "I'm so glad you could make it to our humble abode."

"The pleasure is mine, madame," Rogue hummed. "It's not everyday you meet a famous bounty huntress."

"Former. I do miss those days, but the life of an ambassador for the Zebesian colony of Volantosaurs has been a unique adventure for us," Samus said, motioning with her other claw, "but please do come in."

Rogue followed her inside, making sure to take off his heavy boots as to avoid soiling the cave's floor, which was surprisingly carpeted. He removed his helmet as well, but kept his cape on as he wriggled his claws freed from his boots. As she walked away, he noticed she had a pronounced sway of her hips, flicking her tail to and fro with the motions of her sashay. Probably the only feature that had remained from her transformation was her blonde hair, but she left it hanging down free, as if a reflection of her care-free attitude she seemed to sport now.

He walked beyond the foyer and into the front room, where in his olfactory senses caught a whiff of an aroma not unlike cinnamon rolls. Following his nose, Rogue went behind Samus as she continued on through to the adjacent room, wherein there was a small table with two chairs, obviously set for the pair of love-dragons.

Speaking of Samus' mate...

"Oh, hello there," came the greeting from the well-toned Pterosaur of a slightly more purple coloration. He was standing at the stove, stirring something in the pot, wearing an apron that Rogue could see had the words "Kiss the Chef" printed upon it.

"Right, I forgot, Rogue I never introduced you to my other half here, Lonias," Samus said, walking over to the aforementioned party and embracing her claws in his. Rogue politely turned as the two dragons shared a kiss, turning back to Samus as she and Lonias walked towards him.

"It's a pleasure to meet Samus' other half," Rogue said extending a paw to clasp Lonias' claw firmly.

"The pleasure is mine," said Lonias with a warm grin. "Now, I'll get to work on fixing you two dinner while you two take care of business."

Samus and Rogue said a momentary farewell to Lonias, proceeding to the workshop a few rooms away from the kitchen. Rogue was greeted with the sight of a well-organized room, with various technology and machinery spread out in a slightly chaotic manner. Samus motioned for him to take a seat at the workbench as she went over to the wall, tapping on a keypad which opened a portion of the wall to reveal a container within.

And within that container was none other than the floating, fanged, enigmatic beast known as a Metroid. Rogue reflexively moved for his weapon, but remembered he had left it with his boots, which was fortunate since he was in a well-organized space that tended to not take too well to exposed weaponry.

"You have no need to worry, Rogue," said Samus, "it is contained adequately."

The wolf relaxed a bit, letting out a breath which blocked out the sound of Samus saying "I hope" under her breath.

"So, it's a Metroid, nothing you haven't handled before," Rogue said.

"Correct, but not completely," Samus said, tapping the keypad more which brought up holograms around the tank, upon which were measurements, statistics, and various other readings. "Take a look at these."

He leaned in where Samus' claw was pointing, squinting as he read over the numbers. It didn't take long for Rogue's eyes to widen in realization at what he was seeing, furthering his interest as he continued looking at the rest of the stats to make sure he wasn't seeing things. More and more information only confirmed more and more what exactly he was looking at.

"A... reverse Metroid?" Rogue said, turning towards Samus whose head was bobbing up and down in affirmation.

"As unlikely as it seems, the light-infused atmosphere of Aether is mutating the Metroids that remained from the Dark Wars," Samus said, walking over to the panel with an uncomfortable nearness to the creature. "The Luminoth scientists have taken to calling them 'Negatroids,' to seperate them from the usual breed."

Rogue shook his head as he stepped back, wondering yet again about Chozo ingenuity. Who'd have thought the creatures once responsible for so much hardship were actually prone to such ease of mutation? Samus tapped once more on the keypad, the panels beginning to slide into place to once again hide away this "Negatroid" from the world. The creature thrashed futilely against its glass prison as the light of the workshop began to disappear from its eyeless sight. Rogue had to give it some kudos for trying, since it would never--

*KRISHHHK*

Time seemed to slow as the glass of the container burst with the Negatroid's strike upon it, as the creature burst forth with its golden fangs glistening in preparation. Rogue rushed into action, grabbing up a nearby wrench as the floating beast flung itself towards Samus. The dragoness moved as if to leap away from the Negatroid, but it shot towards her too fast. Rogue jumped with the weapon ready to strike, but Samus had tried to avoid the creature too late and wound up leaping away from Rogue just as it attached to her thigh. The wolfen hunter was barely able to get out a yip of surprise as his momentum carried him into a scrap heap as draconic huntress tumbled into the large doorway that lead into the network of caverns behind her home.

Rogue quickly scrambled to his feet with the wrench bared, but stopped where he stood as he saw the effects of this new kind of metroid "feeding" on its host.

Samus' scale-tight work suit immediately began to show signs of duress around her derriere as her posterior began to swell up like a pair of bubbles. Already noticeable, they plumped up rapidly and visibly before Rogue's very eyes. Samus moaned loudly to almost sound like a screech, reminiscent of that of previous Ridleys, as she thrashed against the roll-up door. Rogue found himself instinctually backing up as Samus' rump bloated out to ludicrous proportion right in front of him, already double their previous girth in a mere matter of moments. The Negatroid rode atop her jiggling spheres with nary a care as it pumped life-force into her, not even possessing the sentience enough to realize the pleasure obviously emanating from its "victim."

"S-Samus, y-y-you're blowing up!" Rogue eloquantly stuttered as he watched Samus lean heavily against the door.

"Unnngggg," Samus said, whatever her intended response being lost in a drawn-out dribble of moaning and grunting.

He only needed to watch to see how drunken Samus was becoming from the sensation of her buttocks gaining weight. Her forked tongue rolled out from her muzzle as she panted, her butt pressing against the door and spreading out behind her. Now easily triple its original, lean curvature, Samus' glutes were visibly jiggling from the weight packing onto them and the seams of her suit were beginning to show signs of tearing. The black latex tore in lines, revealing her azure scales beneath the garb. The tears lengthened and widened as her legs began to fill up with the overflow of adipose.

She was growing increasingly pear-shaped as her ass continued to burst through the rubbery seams of her suit, her legs beginning to swell as her buttocks became large enough to breach their own borders. Wider her figure grew, even now her legs and thighs beginning to mirror her increasingly-monstrous buttocks, swelling up and blimping out with layers upon layers of sheer fat!

Samus wasn't even showing any signs of concern, rather she was instead showing very blatant indication she was enjoying the experience. Paws splayed against the wall, her claws were digging into the metal of the door that lead to the rest of the caverns, even as her rump and thighs expanded over it. Her muzzle was wide open as her eyes rolled upwards in a clear show of blissful enjoyment.

The Negatroid twitched as it repositioned itself on the pterosaur's growing rump. Samus stumbled as the sheer size of her tush forced to take a couple steps forward. She grappled with her growing buttocks, an arm on each globe bouncing with each swelling motion, even as her legs knobbled with obvious strain to support the immense weight that compounded upon itself by the second!

Rogue found himself backing up against the door as Samus tipped forward, falling to the ground with a mighty heave of her fattening buttocks, bouncing hither and yon as her greateningly-pear-shaped body came crashing to the floor with a mighty BOOM! The Negatroid squeaked as it was abruptly thrown off from the expansive span of Samus' posterior... and flung right towards Rogue's face.

He yelped and threw an arm up, ready to throw the thing from off him before it had even a breath's time to touch him. The Negatroid collided with his arm and...

...immediately flew back to Samus' rump. He braced himself for the alien creature to begin the process of it feeding energy into Samus thereby increasing her posterior's girth, unsure if the space-dragon's buttocks could avoid destroying the shop being as humongous as they were. They easily quadrupled Samus' total body weight, shaking and quaking like an organic super-sized couch filled with gelatin. Rogue had subconsciously reached for his weapon, ready to assist Samus before he realized two things: first, that his weapon was with his other gear at the door, and second, the Negatroid was... cuddling?

Rogue's face must have betrayed his confusion, for it wasn't long before the course chuffing of Volantosaur laughter emitted from Samus' (rather pert in the shadow of her rump) chest.

"Uh... Samus, what're you... what is it...?" Rogue stumbled as he pointed his claws this way and that way in a confused fog as he tried to comprehend the aggresive floating creature having come down with a sudden case of docility.

"Surprised, hon?" Samus crooned as she petted the jelly-fish like creature with one claw, and with no trace of subtlety sunk her other arm in between her butt cheeks.

"You said we were supposed to take care of the issue of these new Negatroids!" Rogue managed to choke out.

"I did," Samus giggled, "I need someone to get in touch with a breeder, and I know your contacts are in the more-affluent parts of the Galaxy. As wide and expansive as my arse... I mean, my *network* of associates is, murr, they're mostly guys that know how to kill, capture, and sometimes convince a politician or two. Don't you know of at least one person that operates out of some trade-rich system?"

As Samus spoke, her other paw came up from off the Negatroid and reached into the deep crevice of her butt-valley, tail flicking to and fro as she rubbed down in the deep dark crevasse with far too much sensual pleasure than should be allowed while in the presence of another. It was surreal, watching this thickly-enhanced Volantosaur struggling to "relieve pressure" while in the very same effort arousing even more need to do so...

Rogue was struggling to stay professional, long story short.

"But... *ahem* I thought you wanted me to..." Rogue stuttered.

"What? Kill little Nicky? Oh, I never! He was just in his cage so he couldn't hurt himself," Samus purred as the Negatroid, the aforementioned "Nicky," nudged its oddly jelly-fish-like body against her shoulder, much like a feline would ask for head-rubs in some vids Rogue saw on the holo-net.

Somehow, between the combination of the... *very* large 'saur lady with her arms firmly in her butt and the strangely-adorable creature gently begging for attention, Rogue managed to remember his words and clear his throat, yet again, and say, "Wait, wait, wait... you want to start a pet business?"

"Yessssssssssssssssss," Samus replied in a vocalization that was definitely intended to be informative, but immediately devolved into an indication of her rising arousal.

Rogue, just overwhelmed with the strangeness of it all, didn't even know how to process what was happening in front of him. To say it was a complete subversion of his expectations was putting it lightly. Truth be told, this whole day was becoming the most singularly strangest day in his entire life! And he had been there for the Phazon Wars! None of his partners had bloated up so immensely so quickly in front of him, neither did he think the cause of such "bodily enhancement" would be the very creatures the Galactic Federation had outlawed the *existence* of, and neither did he possibly fathom that he would be seeing the recently-grown Volantosaur lady immediately pleasure herself on the floor in front of him, the stringy shreds of her Zero Suit hanging in tatters from her hyper-enlarged gluteus!

"But how good a pet would these... Negatroids really be? Not to be blunt, but look at you! You're beyond huge!" Rogue said, his angry words belied by the stutter in his throat and blush on his muzzle.

"Jussssssst thhhhhhhhhink a moment: you see howwwwwwwwwwww good it feelsssssssss to meeeeeeeeeee, that's the bessssssssst kind of pet, one that makes youuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrrawrrrrrrrrrrr," Samus said, her line of thought devolving completely as she squirmed. With that motion, her bloated legs rocking her titantic tush in great, heaving motions that were more equivalent with the waves of the ocean than a pair of over-sized glutes!

"Let me see if I got this straight," Rogue said, forcefully turning his eyes away from the wriggling, roiling mass of libidinous Volantosaur, (Good Gods, her mountainous sapphire buttocks nearly reaching the ceiling, Rogue observed.) "You want the galaxy to have access to a new breed of Metroids that, instead of sucking energy fill you up from a limitless source. This 'swell hug' is known to cause extreme, rampant weight gain to ludicrous larda--*ahem* ludicrous degree. And you want people to have free access to this... phenomenon?"

Samus was moaning and purring far too much to form a cohesive answer, so instead she nodded drunkenly.

Rogue purposefully cradled his eyes in his paw, avoiding the pull of Samus' ass on his eyes (he wasn't so sure that her mass didn't have its own gravitational pull at this point) as he thought on this line of thinking. Obesity reaching this size? Hyper-sized proportions on a wide-scale basis? Surely this would be another epidemic to catch the eyes of the Federation and threaten Samus' secret being outed as the former bounty hunter with a large price on her head.

He caved and let his eyes wander over the great, scaley, glistening globes of Samus' humongous arse. The poor Volantosaur woman was completely doped out of her mind by sheer lust alone. Rogue had a passing knowledge of the huntress, but even he knew that the great Samus Aran was a stone wall of emotion. He did hear from his contacts her "forced retirement" via transformation did knock a few bricks free from that wall, but to see her so thoroughly lost to her own carnal desire?

A thought occurred then: if these Negatroids were allowed to impart their infinite life-giving to their owners, sure obesity would reach record highs that would become impossible to break, but on the other paw... having enlarged proportions would make certain... activities... more fulfilling...

"Alright," Rogue sighed, "I'll help you out. Jerris on the Tallon IV settlement has a few friends that deliver daily to Pluto's markets. I'll see if he can't put me in touch with some of the breeder farms there."

As he spoke the words, Rogue couldn't help but sigh. What exactly was he putting the galaxy through? He swallowed a lump in his throat and tried not to think of the eventual costs involved with a... heavier galactic populace.

'Gods above and below, fuel prices are gonna shoot up,' he realized.