Bounty Hunter Brew Small Bargain - Definitive Edition chapter 5 by tfwnogiantgf

The mechanical drone of Samus' gunship kept whirring around Blake. Stars floated by, with surviving Metroids swimming like jellyfish outside the tinted window. The portal he'd made was successful. Right in the cockpit! He was tired of waiting for Prime 4, so being able to get close to her with teleportation magic would be a great replacement. And at full-size, from the looks of it - which shocked him, considering his usual luck.

At the same time, the arrival of a broad shadow into the area made him feel rather small, squirming.

Samus arrived at her seat with a gradual march. In her full Varia Suit, it was hard to see whether he was noticed - but his glasses reflected in her green visor. She pulled it off, blonde hair unfurling, her beautiful angular face swishing it in circles -

And a groan emerging from her mouth, as her shoulders sunk.

"If you're a diplomat from a Federation world, I'll be with you." Her voice was firm - but groggy, with her green eyes pointing to the floor and looking baggy. "I need to stay vigilant for this bounty. My Chozo forebears taught me to sleep with one eye open, but I can't even risk that..."

The intergalactic hunter was obviously fading. This didn't bode well - especially if it was an important mission.

"I'm not from anywhere, I'm Blake, but - if you need, I can get you coffee!"

She blinked. A stern look crossed her eyes. "Lightyears from a functioning coffee maker. A joke, I presume."

Blake shook his head. "No, it should be fine! With my magic, I'll become coffee. And you can keep patrolling - or hunting - or...?"

She tilted her head, removing the rest of her Varia Suit. It opened around her like elevator doors as her guard lowered. A sign of trust - though Blake couldn't help but think about slipping inside that strong, developed body... Especially with the way the orange swimsuit-like garments she wore beneath complimented her bare stomach. "Blake coffee. Black coffee. I see." She tapped her foot. "No sugar. No milk. Dark as the view outside. I spit you out when I've taken the caffeine in. Okay?"

She agreed Blake nodded, saluting - and chanted to himself. It was quiet, even for the vacuum of space, barely a whisper. And with a sudden burst, Blake as a human disappeared; in his place, Blake the Coffee. A thermos with a small glasses-style design, perfect for keeping warm in space - and inside, a hot, bubbling mixture of coffee.

Samus slowly marched towards him, incredulous as she took him in her hand. The touch of her talons was surprisingly cold. He could feel his insides swishing as she tilted him. Bringing him close to her core... where there was otherworldly gurgling. Chozo DNA must have made her digestive system a dangerous place - something he didn't anticipate.

At the same time, when he saw her looming, gargantuan face above, amid the steam, it had a reassuring quality. Like she could take care of everything...

With one sip.

Her lips opened, wet strands of saliva inside, uvula dangling, as Blake fell in...