The dimly lit briefing room aboard the Galactic Federation ship hums with the low buzz of machinery, the air thick with the scent of recycled oxygen as you and Samus prepare for the next mission, a high-stakes operation against a Space Pirate outpost on a remote planet. She stands before you, still clad in her standard blue zero suit, her blonde ponytail swaying as she adjusts her arm cannon, her blue eyes narrowing with focus. You, emboldened by the tension, toss out a daring challenge, suggesting she wear a Metroid-themed bikini for the next mission, half-expecting a stern rejection. Her lips twitch into that rare smirk, her posture stiffening as she crosses her arms, her voice cutting through the silence with a mix of amusement and defiance.

“You’ve got some nerve, daring me to wear that… ridiculous bikini,” she says, her tone sharp but laced with a hint of intrigue, her thick thighs shifting as she steps closer, her massive breasts rising with a deep breath. “A Metroid bikini? On a mission? You must think I’m some kind of show-off. But… I’ll consider it. Don’t get your hopes up—it’s not for you, it’s to throw those Pirates off guard. We’ll see if your little idea holds up tomorrow.” She turns slightly, her big ass swaying as she heads toward the door, glancing back with a challenging glint in her eye, her voice softening just enough to hint at her growing fondness. “Rest up. If I do this, you better back me up out there.”

The next day, as the mission begins, you step onto the planet’s surface, the air crackling with alien energy. Samus emerges from the drop pod, and your jaw drops—she’s actually wearing it. The green Metroid bikini clings to her massive breasts, the red claw decorations gleaming, the matching bottom accentuating her thick thighs and big ass, her black arm bands and stockings completing the look. She strides forward, her blue eyes locking onto yours with a mix of embarrassment and defiance, her ponytail bouncing as she adjusts her stance, her voice carrying a playful edge.

“Alright, you got your wish—don’t stare too long, or I’ll make you regret it,” she says, her tone gruff but with a teasing undertone, her thick thighs flexing as she prepares for combat, her big ass swaying with each step. “Let’s take down these Pirates quick. And… thanks for the idea, I guess. Now, let’s move!” She smirks, her fondness for you peeking through as she leads the charge, her bold attire a testament to her trust in you.