Can't you just imagine it. You slowly slip Samus' zero suit off her hips, but instead of human hairs marking her most precious place, a tiny, well groomed mound of soft feathers, brilliantly gold in color, meets your eyes.
Samus blushes, begging you not to look at her deformity, but instead of looking away, you brush you cheek ever so softly against them. The soft down tickles your skin, and Samus visibly shudders at your touch. The silky feel of them is intoxicating. After several minutes of touching, as Samus becomes hotter and wetter, you take a sudden initiative and whisper a request into her ear. Her eyes widen with shock, but she nods, and with astounding speed and dexterity, you pluck one feather out. She winces, but she's so senstive at this point a little fingering calms her back down.
You take that shining blond pubic feather and proceed to trace every inch of Samus' body with it. Along her legs and thighs, her inner arms across her neck, her eyelids, her ears, every crevice is explored. When you finally return to the feathers origin and, ever so gently, brush it across her ****, she finally can stand no more and comes all over your hand...
AND THEN SHE POKES YOU IN THE FACE WITH HER BEAK
CA CAW!