"MEGA SCIENCE THEATER 3000" EPISODE 3: "Untitled Metroid Lemon" (A Metroid Lemon MSTing) MSTed by ShdwRnr This is a MSTing of a work of fiction created by another author. Use of copyrighted and trademarked material is for entertainment purposes only. Any random mention of certain anime characters, song titles, etc. are the property of their respected creators/distributors/etc. "Metroid" is the property of Nintendo and all the distributors of their work. The characters of Mega/Rockman belong to Capcom, I am merely borrowing them. For those of you unfamiliar with the Rockman characters, here is a list:Rock - Megaman, Roll - Roll, Blues - Protoman, Forte - Bass. I used the japanese names because they're shorter. Warning: This fic may contain mature content, both lemon and otherwise. If you are offended by such material or such material is illegal in your state/province/country/ect. do not proceed. If not, go right on ahead you sick puppy you. * * * LIGHT LABS - COMM ROOM (Our protagonists are readying their invention to show Wily) ROCK(While setting up a TV): I still don't see why we do this. BLUES(Hooking up a Super Famicom): For the last time, we're humoring him. Lulling him into a false sense of security. FORTE(Watching in bemusment): Heh, you guys just can't come up with a decent plan. BLUES: Shut up and help us! FORTE: I'm lending moral support. ROLL: Besides, how many people does it take to hook one of those up anyway? ROCK: She's right. Were done. BLUES: Yeah yeah, whatever. ROLL: I'll go light the bat signal. (Roll walks over to a flashing red button on a console and pushes it) WILY(on a monitor): Good morning. How are you all? ROCK: Why are you so cheerful? WILY I think I've got the fic to warp your minds. But first, what have you got to show me today? ROCK: Well, I've been working on this salute. It only needs one finger, here let me demonstr... BLUES: Um.. We have a devise here that will translate any game into any language. ROCK: Killjoy. WILY: A game translator? That's it? BLUES: Well... yeah. WILY: Tsk tsk tsk... I expected better of you. ROLL: I told you it was a stupid idea. ROCK: Eh, we just made it because we all wanted to play "Final Fantasy V" and emulators are still imperfect. WILY: So... why didn't you just make a better emulator? ROCK & BLUES: ... FORTE: See, we told you. But did you listen? No. BLUES: But... it's... um... really cool. Watch me play Secret of Mana 2. WILY: I'd rather not. BLUES: But... it's cool... you don't need an emulator anymore... FORTE: And you have to pay for the games again. ROCK & BLUES: ... ROLL: You two are pathetic. WILY: I couldn't agree more... well... yes, yes I could. In fact I do. BLUES: Hmph... at least we came up with an idea. FORTE: What about my idea? ROCK: No one wants vibrating cookware. FORTE: There's a huge demand for it in Nerima. BLUES: No more Ranma 1/2 for you. WILY: Well, my invention will blow you away. FORTE: Well I... OTHERS: DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!!! FORTE: Hmph... WILY: Well... here it is. (Dr. Wily holds up a small cube with a vent) WILY: This small device will cool a room within seconds. OTHERS: ... WILY: What? ROLL: Um... you made an air conditioner? WILY: Not just a mere air conditioner. This baby can lower the temperature in a 10"x10" area by 10 degrees is just 30 seconds. FORTE: Is it just me or do these inventions suck ass? WILY, ROCK, & BLUES: It's you... (damn punk) ROLL: Why did you just make an air condi... WILY: IT'S NOT AN AIR CONDITIONER!!! It's a chill box. ROLL: Fine, why did you invent a chill box? Going to take over the world by freezing all of earth's hot apple pies? WILY: Um... no, I was just hot... it is summer you know. ROLL: Man, I'm surrounded by idiots... FORTE: But I didn't... ROLL: And perverts. FORTE: Um... never mind. WILY: Well, here's your fic. It's a lemon. BOTS:(collective shudder) ROCK: Do I dare ask what it's about. WILY: Sure, it's about Metroid. ALL: Metroid? ROCK: This is bad... ROLL: This is bad... BLUES: This is bad... FORTE: This is great! WILY: Yup, and I know how you just closed your eyes during the last lemon... if you do that this time, light goes bye-bye. Have fun and don't forget to go insane. (The monitor Wily was on goes blank and sirens start to sound) ALL: Looks like we got a lemon sign!!! (all the bots head into the lab's theater) * * * (Door 6. It's the classic megaman boss door, it rises into the ceiling) (Door 5. It's a door, you open it and walk though (It's so simple, why aren't they all like this?)) (Door 4. It's a christmas fruitcake, you put it in a decorative can and mail it to an unpopular relative.) (Door 3. It's made of bricks, you huff and puff and go around.) (Door 2. It's a great big, talking tooth, you learn how to fight cavities and continue on.) (Door 1. It spirals open from the center) The bots file in glumly. Roll sits down in the first seat. Rock takes the second and Blues sits next to him. Forte walks past them and slouches in the fifth. FORTE: Yeah, Metroid! I love Metroid! BLUES: Eh, it's an ok game I suppose. FORTE: WHAT?! YOU DARE CALL THE GLOWING PERFECTION OF METROID SIMPLY ADEQUATE!?! BLUES: Um... of course not... heh heh... it's great... wonderful... FORTE: Damn right! ROCK: You know Forte, Wily said it was a lemon. You may not like what you see. FORTE: What are you talking about? Samus is hot. ROLL: We'll see. >Meanwhile, on Caladan... ROCK: What? No disclaimer? No Title? No nothing? BLUES: It even looks like we missed the first part of the story. ROLL: Oh well, at least we don't have to read an intro. FORTE: Yeah! More time for lemon scenes. ROLL: Shut up Forte. >A red-armoured figure lurched up to the front desk and smacked it's palms down on the counter, ROCK(Samus): WHO DO YOU HAVE TO SLEEP WITH TO GET SOME FREAKIN' SERVICE AROUND HERE!? >much to the receptionist's irritation. ROLL(Receptionist): You know, that counter is a friend of mine and I don't like seeing it abused by guests. >Oh, she was used to hunters keeping anon with their >armour, but they could at least be more polite... BLUES: Pfil is a polite hunter. ROCK: Wrong type of hunter Blues. FORTE: How about Yoi and Itami? ROCK: They're the wrong kind of hunter and their not very polite at all. ROLL: What about... ROCK: Shut up. >Ring the fucking bell, thanks! FORTE: But what if you don't want to get your hands dirty? (Roll hits Forte's head with a mallet) FORTE: Ow, where the hell did that come from? ROLL: That was a bad pun and a dirty joke. FORTE: Heh heh... yeah. >"You're supposed to ring the bell, you know..." >The figure cleaved the bell in two with the edge of it's hand. >You fuck! "Well that's just rude." FORTE: Yeah, Samus don't take crap from no one! ROCK: Um... did someone say "You fuck!" or is that a description or something? >The hunter sighed. "I know. Sorry." A female voice? There weren't many femme hunters... ROCK: So all the female hunters are butch? >Unless it was... >The hunter slapped down a large wad of cash on the counter. The receptionist checked them. >All genuine greybacks, shit! ROLL(Receptionist): Hey, what the hell are trying to pull? This isn't even real money! >"Give me the penthouse, It's empty, I know..." >"I... are you..." ROCK: No, I are me. You are you. >She sighed again. "Please shut up and give me the key, I'd like to be left alone, thank you." >The hunter signed in and took the penthouse key. The receptionist watched her stumble over to >the elevator and vanish inside. >"Well she's not that impressive...." >She returned to her work. FORTE: She just single-handedly destroyed the metroid infestation on planet SR-388, she's tired, give her a break. >Samus Aran slumped against the wall of the elevator and pulled the canister from her case of >belongings. >"Hello there." ALL: HI! >The Metroid chirped back at her evenly. It didn't seem to mind it's imprisonment, and didn't >seem to be getting any weaker in there either. She'd been feeding it moths and things just in >case. BLUES: It's like a pet frog. ROCK: Metroids don't really eat though. She should have just hooked the canister up to a battery or something. >With a chime, the elevator opened and she made her way into the penthouse. >"Mmm, the push-button home of the future, boy!" She'd decided it was a boy. ROCK(Samus): Listen up here metroid. You're now male. BLUES: (Makes a high pitched squeak) ROCK(Samus): Hey, don't talk back to me little mister. BLUES: (Makes a high pitched squeak) ROCK(Samus): Oh, how can I stay mad at you? >With a few button-clicks, the TV was on, the shower was waiting for her, and the little Metroid >was free of it's canister. She watched it swoop around as she released the locks of her >armour and the plates slipped off her body. FORTE: Easter egg!!! ROCK: Wasn't another easter egg a picture of her as a giant lizard? FORTE: NO! Samus is not a giant lizard! That was just a joke to reward quick playing! ROCK: Whatever. >A 'dumb blonde' newsreader spoke from behind the >TV screen. ROLL(Newsreader): HELP ME!! I'M TRAPPED IN A TV!! >"Bounty hunter Samus Aran has reportedly succeeded in her governmentally-sanctioned mission to >eradicate the parasitical Metroid species from local space. Planet SR388--" >Samus scooped up the TV remote and keyed it to the music station, cutting off the reporter and >filling the room with the throb of generic ambient techno. ROCK: Heh, I guess being a video game character makes you addicted to background music. (All the bots sit silently for a while) ROLL: You know... it somehow seems a lot quieter all of a sudden. >The Metroid squirmed in the air, >and Samus grimaced. >"Know how you feel..." she clicked the TV over again. >"Ginger, put down that exploding doll!" ROCK(Ginger): Ok Skipper! ALL: *BOOM* ROCK(Ginger): Oops, sorry Skipper! BLUES: Why is Ginger... Gilligan? ROLL: Who knows? Who cares? >The hunter smiled as she pulled off the black silk that she wore under her armour. FORTE: Ooo, she spells armor with a "u"... I like that. ROLL: I bet that's not the only thing you're liking. FORTE: What do you mean? ROLL: Well, you know... FORTE: No, what are you talking about? ROCK: Yeah, we're interested now too. ROLL: Um... you know... she's taking off her underwear. OTHERS: ... ROLL: What? BLUES: Roll, you are a hentai. ROCK: Yeah, you pervert. ROLL: What?! How dare you call me that?! FORTE: Roll, we were just sitting here, having a nice conversation and reading a fanfic and you had to go and ruin it for everyone with your sick little mind. ROLL: WHAT? YOU GUYS ARE THE ONES WHO KEEP MAKING SICK JOKES I JUST... FORTE: Roll, Roll, Roll... *sigh* ROCK: You really need to quell that temper. ROLL:YOU KNOW WHAT?! I'M SICK OF THIS! I'M GOING TO SHUT MYSELF OFF FOR THE REST OF THE FIC! YOU GUYS CAN DO THIS ALONE! (Roll closes her eyes and shuts down) BLUES: Well, that was fun. ROCK: Yeah, let's get back to the fic. >"Hope you like cartoons, boy." >The squealing of the cartoon robot-girls was reduced to background noise in her head as she >looked over herself. ROCK(Samus): Hey Samus, take that out of my mouth right this instant! Don't make me come over here! FORTE: Cartoon robot-girls? I like what Samus is watching. >The grime of SR has made a brunette of her, smeared grey over most of >her body, and even turned the startlingly blonde curls between her legs into a dense black >thatch. FORTE: What does... oh. (Forte goes blank) ROCK: Hey! Snap out of it! FORTE: What? oh, sorry. BLUES(Br'er Rabbit): Please mista Wolf, don't throw me into the Samus thatch. >"I look like shit..." she commented, and attempted to navigate herself off to the shower, >succeeding on the second attempt. ROCK: So what happened on the first attempt? BLUES: She accidentally missed the shower and killed millions of innocent bystanders. ROCK: Oh, that makes perfect sense. >"...and I'm light as air without the armour..." she mumbled to no-one in particular as the >shower adjusted itself for her mood and needs. ROCK(Samus): Shower, give me water. Hot. BLUES(Shower): *ding* Share and enjoy! ROCK(Samus): What's this? BLUES(Shower): I've examined your body chemistry, mood, pheromone levels, age, race, gender, DNA, and environmental factors to produce a drink specifically to your tastes and needs. ROCK(Samus): This isn't anything like I wanted. Give me water! Hot! BLUES(Shower): *ding* Share and enjoy! ROCK(Samus): This is the same thing! BLUES(Shower): It was specifically designed to give you all the nutrition you need. ROCK(Samus): But it tastes terrible! FORTE: Ok, ok, we all get it. You can stop the joke now. >The Metroid chirped and flew over to the remote, keying it back to the music station. The >show with the girls was pretty, but the Metroid couldn't follow the story, it had a low >attention span in this atmosphere. FORTE: So that's why I did poorly in school... wrong atmosphere. ROCK: You didn't go to school. You were programed and built into your current self. FORTE: That's another good reason. >An industrial band from Giedi Secundus filled the lounge >with tuneful machine noise as the Metroid looked into the race mind. BLUES: What the hell is a "race mind"? >Of the different masters >the Metroid had had over the recent times, the CHOAM keepers were ugly, the space pirates were >ugly, Mother Brain was ugly. BLUES: Oh... it's a racist metroid. I get it. >The new keeper was long and blonde and kind. Where was she? >With a chirp, the Metroid launched itself from the couch and bobbed around through the rooms. ROCK: "Long and blonde and kind"? BLUES: I... guess that works. ROCK: Long? BLUES: Um... I think it means tall. ROCK: Mother Brain was plenty tall. FORTE: Come on... you'd choose Mother Brain over Samus? ROCK: Hmmm... I see. >A hovering sponge scrubbed Samus' belly as another worked on her hair. ROCK: Hovering sponges! That's cool! It's even better than a robotic maid! BLUES: Rock... ROCK: What? (Blues points to Roll) ROCK: Oh... good thing she's down huh? >Hot water and mist >poured down on her from the mesh in the ceiling of the cubicle which she was greatly preferring >to the less cushy forms of refreshment on her ship. ROCK(Samus): Give me a large coffee. Black. BLUES(Ship): *ding* Share and enjoy! FORTE: Shut up. >She probably should give the ship an >overhaul with the SR388 cash, maybe put in a shower like this one... ROCK: Yes, now you too can enjoy the comforts of home right from the inky blackness of space with the new model of Hunter class ships now with showers and hovering sponges! BLUES: But how can I afford something like this? ROCK: I know what you're thinking, you're thinking, "but how can I afford something like this?" BLUES: Um... actually I just now said... ROCK: Yes, this can all be yours for just 400 greybacks! BLUES: Come on. You can do better than that. ROCK: Ok, when you purchase our new Hunter class ship you'll also receive a years supply of pinetree air-fresheners (a 19 dollar value) For just 4 easy payments of 99.99 (plus $19.04 handling fee). BLUES: Um... that's still the same price. ROCK: *sigh* Why are you doing this? BLUES: Wha... but I'm just saying... ROCK: You know... I try to come on this show and advertise my product... BLUES: I'm sorry. I just thought... ROCK: You THOUGHT?! Huh? YOU THOUGHT?! You're an idiot, you know that?! BLUES: But... ROCK: No, no! Just shut up. Steve, put the picture up. I'm going home. >Without modesty, the sponge swiftly scrubbed her pubes back to a shiny blonde. ROCK: How can you use a sponge to clean your hair? I don't get it. BLUES: Yeah, it wouldn't do a very good job cleaning it and would probably pull some out. ROCK: And how come she can't just clean herself? Why does she need flying sponges? FORTE: And who would come up with flying sponges anyway? I could imagine a flying scub-brush or a flying mop. I mean, a flying sponge would only really be useful for washing dishes or something. BLUES: But they'd have better dishwashers and wouldn't need flying sponges for that right? ROCK: Let's just not think about it. FORTE: Ok... heh heh, she's naked. BLUES: It's about time you said something about that. >"Jesus!" FORTE: *Sigh*... no endurance at all... how sad. >she slapped it as it scrubbed further along between her legs. "Don't crawl up my ass >or anything, you... sponge!" ROCK(Sponge): Who you calling a sponge? >As if in response, the second sponge flashed between her buttocks on the way down to her thighs. BLUES: Are the sponges sentient now? Why are they doing this? FORTE: Maybe they're horny sponges or something. >"Cheeky bastards!" FORTE: Heh, get it... cheeky... and the sponge... it... um... nevermind. ROCK: Stop making bad puns Forte. If you don't... I'll... be really angry. FORTE: Oooo, I'm trembling. she curled up a calf to strike the other sponge. "Treat my ass like a securi-card system, will you?" BLUES: Curled up a calf? Either she's super flexible or there are young cows in the shower with her. >She sniggered self-consciously at the silly remark, then sighed a little sourly as her thoughts >turned, as they often did, to boys. ALL: ... FORTE: "Boys"? Is she a 16 year old now? What the hell is this? ROCK: And how could she be a bounty hunter if she's so easily distracted? >Boys boys boys. BLUES: Maybe she's just a pedophile. >Shit, she'd fuck anything right about now, she'd let a damn dog on her back! ALL: *_* >If it was a nice big thing. With it's drooling under control. ROCK: Oh my god! What the hell is going on?! BLUES: The fic suddenly started going in an interesting and terrifying direction. FORTE: NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! THIS ISN'T SAMUS!!! >And a great big deep-red dick with a knot the size of her fist. >Yep, only the best for Samus. BLUES: Oh, the mental images are terrible FORTE: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! (Forte starts shaking and smoking uncontrolablly) ROCK: Forte! Forte, calm down! FORTE: NO! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I WON'T BELIEVE IT! AAAGGGHHH! BLUES: He's going critical! Duck! (Rock and Blues dive behind their seats and Forte explodes in a slowly expanding volley of purple orbs) ROCK: Phew, that was close. What do we do now? BLUES: We finish the story I guess. He'll be back soon. >"What the fuck am I thinking? Jesus! Get human, at least..." ROCK: Yes, please, for the sake of god get human at the very least! BLUES: Or stop. Yeah, stopping is always nice. >Hey, maybe another Hunter. Yeah, a 7 foot Terran hunter with a great long dick, if only. BLUES: If only what? ROCK: If only Terrans were 7 feet tall? BLUES: What is this, Starcraft? >She rubbed her thighs together impatiently. >She was about to suggest to one of the sponges that maybe her clitoris was muddy, when a chirpy >Metroid hovered over the door and into the cubicle. BLUES: Oh no... please... not this. >"Boy!" she beckoned to the Metroid, which bobbed closer. ROCK(Metroid): Don't call me "boy". Why don't you give me a name? BLUES(Samus): What? "Boy" not good enough for you huh? Why don't I just blast you like I was supposed to? >"At least you love me! Hmm? >Don't ya?" she stroked the Metroid with one hand, and fiercely squeezed her left breast with >the other. ROCK: Oh god, please stop! BLUES: This is going to be painful. >The nipple rose up and pushed into her palm as she guided the little alien towards >it. Suddenly the Metroid pounced onto it, the soft energy-suckling buds stroking the swelling >aureole and stiffening nipple. ROCK: Oh man, this is sick! She's doing it with a mutant jellyfish! BLUES: I'm totally speechless. >Samus shivered and sighed at the attention, and fought to keep >her hands away from herself. ROCK(Samus): I'm so sick I don't even want to touch myself. (Just then a purple beam shoots into Forte's seat and Forte appears, looking rather drained) BLUES: Welcome back to the land of the living. FORTE: Oh man, my head hurts. I had the worst dream. ROCK: Brace yourself buddy. >She wouldn't be touching _herself_ during the first sex she'd had >with anyone other than herself in the past 18 months, no sir! FORTE: Please tell me she's not with an animal. ROCK & BLUES: ... FORTE: Well? ROCK: Um... she's not with an animal. FORTE: Whew, good. >Well, maybe the breasts, yes... BLUES: Yeeeessssss... the breasts will do nicely... >As the Metroid slid down and held onto her belly, FORTE: The... METROID?! ROCK: Well... it just happened. FORTE: This is intolerable! Samus would never do this! This is not right! BLUES: Calm down Forte... it's just a fic. >she lifted the teased breast to her >lips and shot a dirty look at the hovering sponges, which flew back to their trays to wait. ROCK(Sponge): We'll get her soon... yes... MWA HA HA HA!!! >She kissed her nipple, which was tingling intensely from the residue of Metroid contact. BLUES: I would assume metroid contact would do more than "tingle". >She licked some of it into her mouth, and the Metroid prodded her belly button with it's... >tentacle? ROCK: Oh man... this is bad. FORTE: Bad? BAD!? BLUES: Damnit Forte! Calm down. There isn't that much more to go. FORTE: I don't know how much more I can take. {oh, here we go!} BLUES: Wow, I was just thinking that. >"Hey, leave my outie alone!" ALL: ... ROCK: That doesn't make any sense at all. FORTE: I can't watch this anymore. BLUES: But remember what Wily said, we can't just close our eyes this time. FORTE: Oh man, I can't take much more of this. >Samus tickled the Metroid, which dropped down to her calf level ROCK: Hm... more bovines in the shower. >and began inching back up her leg. She reached down and stroked the tendril in her hand. BLUES: It was large, and it's face was a light blue with hints of orange. ROCK: That's "mandrill" Blues. >It >was about three & a half inches thick, thinly covered in that slightly burning Metroid gel. >"Eeeexcellent..." FORTE(Mr. Burns): Stop stealing my lines. ROCK: Slightly burning? Wouldn't that make this... um... painfull? BLUES: Or a least very uncomfortable. >Samus nudged the Metroid up her thighs and opened up the moist lips of her >sex in invitation. >The Metroid twittered as it came into contact with a trail of the >lubricious syrup running down Samus' thigh from her sex, ROCK: It's supposed to be "lubricous"... and even that doesn't sound right. FORTE: Prevent thermal viscosity of your pancakes. Use lubricous syrup from Penzoil. BLUES: Mmmmm... It's lubricious! >but Samus didn't speak, just pinched >her clitoris into exposure as far as she could for the little alien. BLUES: So this would make Samus a Xenophile right? FORTE: NO! This is NOT Samus! This is a tool of some pervert who would try to sully Samus' name! ROCK: Riiiight... >With another little chirp, >the Metroid climbed up to the apex of her thighs and Samus gasped at the feeling of her inner >lips being smothered in the Metroid's burning dews and warm translucent flesh. ROCK: You know... I'm sure there's a joke to be said here... I'm just too shocked to see it. BLUES: Um... She's doing the dew? >"Good boy!" she squealed as the Metroid's three soft 'fang's stroked her clit into the energy >suckling mouth between them. FORTE: First of all, metroids have four fangs. Second, they are fangs and are not soft. And third, THIS IS JUST PLAIN WRONG! >As the tentacle worked in between the inner lips, the muscular >mouth fiercely tugged on her clit and sent her bending double, from where she stared >upside-down through lust-moistened eyes at the little Metroid hovering against her mound. FORTE: Damnit! This metroid is still in larval form! It can't be sexually active yet! And anyway, metroids don't reproduce like this! ROCK: Jeez, calm down. You're like an angry treky. >"I didn't think I'd be fucking a cute widdle jellyfish, (All the bots shudder) ROCK: Ugh... sex and baby talk don't mix. >did you think you'd be fucking a big >dumb hunter?" she sighed to it. BLUES(metroid): (makes a high pitched squeak) ROCK(Samus): Yeah, that's right, talk dirty to me. FORTE: ARGH!! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! >It chirped in response and began bobbing up and down as the >tentacle pushed inside her and sought points of great response. BLUES(Metroid): Hmm, if I poke her neck her foot kicks up. >Much to Samus's pleasure, it >honed in on her most sensitive spot and ground against it as it thrust in and out. >"Very good, you're a keen boy..." ROCK(Samus): Good boy, have a clitoris. BLUES(Metroid): (Makes a high pitched squeak) >Samus widened her stance a little comically and humped the >little floating creature with abandon until the tentacle was thumping with full force against >that delicate spot and her clit had been forced into the tightest depths of the Metroid's >mouth. FORTE: Why is this happening? ROCK: What do you mean? FORTE: What possessed the author to write this? Does he get off on this kind of thing? BLUES: Calm down Forte, I know it's a little diturbing, but nothing as bad as it could be. FORTE: WHAT? How could this possibly be any worse? BLUES: Fanfic plot: Motherbrain comes to grips with her own sexuality with a very open minded bounty hunter. FORTE: ... ok, that's worse. >"5...4..." she counted herself down and, with three more thrusts, came shudderingly >all over the Metroid. ROCK: "Shudderingly"? FORTE: Oi, this is hard to read. BLUES: But that sentence was correct. Except having the quote, it was structured perfectly. FORTE: Well, it's not pleasing to the eye. >It chirped loudly in excitement and suckled the sudden surplus of >energy up through her clitoris. ROCK(Announcer): Charge your tanks at one of Carl's Cosmic Clitoris Camps. Our prices are INSANE!!! >Samus gasped out loud as she felt something she hadn't even >noticed before being drawn out of her and into the Metroid. BLUES: So Samus noticed something after she was drawn out of herself and into the metroid? ROCK: Ack, you've confused me! >It was like when one of them had >latched onto her on Zebes, (which, she recalled, _was_ somewhat like being trapped an enormous >menacing vagina...) ALL: ... ROCK: "Menacing vagina"? FORTE: That sounds like a monster in a horror-porno. BLUES(porno dialogue): Run, it's a big menacing vagina cuming to get us! >but it was a good feeling, more like giving than being taken from. Did >the boys feel like this? Maybe. Interesting. ROCK: Again, "boys". It makes Samus sound like a teenager. FORTE: So, when women have sex, they're giving ang men are taking? That sound a bit backwards. (Rock hits the back of Forte's head) FORTE: OW! What the hell are you doing? ROCK: That was a comment we could have done without thank you. >Then, with an audible, and indeed loud, crackle, the Metroid fed back the vastly amplified >power of her orgasm, right up her clitoris. FORTE: Wait, it's a crackle... I can almost hear it... it's loud. >With a squawk of surprise, Samus fell back into >the shallow water with a *splosh!*. ROCK(Anouncer): 7 out of 10 household accidents happen in the bathroom. BLUES: Since when? ROCK: Since I just pulled numbers out of the air. >She found herself orgasming again, and again, the energy >crackling through every little nerve and muscle in her sex. As it hit her glands, she felt >her cunnie clench and expel the tentacle, FORTE(imitating [ugh] cunnie): That's it tentacle! We've tried detention and suspension, But we've no choice but expulsion. ROCK: Now let's take its demo tape and get it published. >before liberally gushing cum out into the water in >jets. BLUES: Samus just HAD to be a female ejaculator didn't she? >As the bolts seared into her glands, so too did the thick torrent of orgasmic juices >burst from them. ALL: ... ROCK: You know, this fic has made us take pause quite a bit. FORTE: Read that last sentence again... it's justified. >"I... ah... AHH!" she just cried out breathlessly, lying on her back and arching up until only >her toe-tips and shoulders were touching the soft shower floor. Cum spurted out of her in >voluminous crescents until finally the crackling energy subsided and the Metroid bounded away >from Samus's pelvis with a *slrp!*. BLUES: Samus is now drained to 01 energy. ROCK: I'm just amazed at how flexible she is. >Samus gasped for breath and got up on her elbows to check her sex for damage. You never knew >with other species... ROCK: So... that means that inter-species relations are not uncommon? FORTE: What other species are there? Just the animal aliens and pirates. BLUES: Man, that's a disturbing thought. >The Metroid chirped and seemed to look on just as inquisitively. >"Well, it's all red and glowing, but I guess that's how it's meant to be, hey boy?" ROCK(Metroid): Red and glowing?! We have to get you to a hospital right away! >she smiled. >She wiped a smear of the Metroid/human residues out of her honey-blonde pubes and >licked it up. ALL: GAH!! ROCK: Why? That's all I have to ask. BLUES: Well... who said, "I wonder what happens when I drink this white stuff that comes out of a cow"? ROCK: I don't know, but it wouldn't have been me. >The Metroid's inner luminance blinked out for a moment as it watched. >"Don't blink at _me_, young man!" she admonished it. BLUES: She treats it like a child but will still have sex with it. Is it just me or is there something wrong with that? >"You go watch some TV, there's probably a >really hot jellyfish documentary on the nature channel that you'll like. I've got to finish >this shower." ROCK(singing): You and me baby ain't nothin' but mammals so let's do it like they do on the Discovery Channel. FORTE: No more MTV for you. >The Metroid chirped and flew away, leaving her alone in a messy bath of warm cum and hot >water. She sighed and lounged there for a while, splishing about and thinking of the Metroid. >So it had beneficial feedback, hey? Maybe the Metroid had some beneficial properties! She >could certainly think of at least one... FORTE(Samus): It keeps cum relatively cool compared to the surrounding environment! Amazing! ROCK: That was bad Forte. FORTE: Eh, what can I say? BLUES: Well, that's that. FORTE: FINALLY!!! ROCK: Alright, let's get out of here. BLUES: Wait... shouldn't we reboot Roll? FORTE: Not yet, let's doodle on her first! ROCK: Good idea. (The three of them take out magic markers and start to draw on Roll before rebooting her) * * * LIGHT LABS - COMM ROOM (All the bots walk out of the theater. Roll doesn't notice the drawings on her face) ROLL: Ahhh... best fic I've ever read. ROCK: You didn't read it. ROLL Exactly. (The bots notice an inviting red button blinking away on a console) FORTE: Hey, Roll... why don't you push it... heh heh. BLUES: *snicker* ROLL: Yeah whatever. (Roll walks over and hits the button) ROLL: What? WILY: So, how was the fic? Your metal mind mucked up yet? (Wily notices Roll's face) WILY: Um... what happened to you? ROLL What do you mean? WILY: Your face... (notices the other bots shaking their heads) um... heh... nevermind. ROLL: What? What's wrong? WILY: *snicker* Nothing... heh heh (Roll turns and sees the others looking away and whistling) ROLL: I'll be right back (Roll heads off to a mirror) WILY: Ok, so... did I win yet? ROCK: Reports of our insanity are greatly exaggerated. BLUES: Yeah, were doing ok. WILY: GRRRR! Well fine then! Be stubborn! See if I care! Your next fic will surely do it! FORTE: After surviving this one, I can't imagine what you could use next. WILY Oh... you'll see... YES!!! YOU'LL SEE!!! MWA HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!!! (The monitor goes blank) ROCK: Well, I think... (The monitor flashes back to life) WILY: Oh, by the way. Nice job on Roll, that was great. Um... ok, bye. (The monitor goes black once more) ALL: ... ROCK: Um... as I was saying... what do we do now? BLUES: I think we should all have a nice little jog. FORTE: What for? BLUES: Because Roll has what appears to be two very large sabres and is running over here. ROCK: All in favor? FORTE: Aye' ROCK: Motion passes. Now let's run like hell. (Fade out as Roll chases the others, swords in tow) * * * END EPISODE 3 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Episode 1 - A First Time For Everything Episode 2 - Moloch: The Hunt Begins Episode 3 - Untitled Metroid Lemon * * * MSTer's notes Ah, my third MST. I hope you enjoyed it. As always, send C&C to ShdwRnr@hotmail.com. Also, visit my website at http://shdwrnr.tripod.com (case sensitive). It has my other MST's and some other stuff too. I would like the author of this fic to email me. I'd like to hear their opinions on my MST * * * >As the bolts seared into her glands, so too did the thick torrent of orgasmic juices >burst from them.