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In the world of government research, there is nothing new under Solaris. After Dr. Eggman's reign of tyranny, years of red tape have left all official governmental channels of scientific work neutered and toothless.

Cien-Se had dedicated some time to studying biology, making herself quite the name in her school for the strange thesis she wrote. However, the world around her changed when she entered the workforce as a government researcher, and rules and regulations she had not had while in college kept her from pursuing her goals.

Because no one wants to challenge The Companys and the illegal black market research of the criminal underworld, the echidna scientist was left with a contract she couldn't break to make redundant pills for old geezers for little money.

She had become a slave to her job, forced to squeeze the most use out of the least amount of funding money. Each pill she made cheaper and more efficient made her feel less like she had done anything to push the boundaries of the medical world and the world at large.

One of those many routine days, when she was just on the cusp of cheapening another weight loss pill, the doctor receives a call.

“I've read your thesis, doctor. You gots some good stuff here," says the woman on the other end, her praise laced with a slight hint of cruelty.

“Who is this?" inquires the echidna. She sits in her modest laboratory, wearing her lab coat, gloves, and boots. The place is so claustrophobic and stuffed full of useless old tools.

“Consider me a prospective investor in your work," the voice responds. “One that might have good use of that brain o' years. After all, your ideas on the marriage of cybernetics and genetics show initiative, especially in pushing the biological model beyond the standard Mobian form. Imagine the kinds of supermen you can make from that"

Cien-Se leans back, crossing one leg over the other. “So, you have read my paper."

“Oh yeah. Reverse-engineering the roboticizer on your own, despite the risk to your academic and professional career, is nothing short of inspiring. But it reads like the work of a woman who keeps her most interesting work close to her chest, waitin' for the perfect opportunity to let it all out."

Cien-Se frowns, “and you're saying you're that oppurtunity."

“Of course I am, toots. Now listen—open the door, and we can talk business."

The purple echidna glances at the doorway, the phone having just clicked off. She blinks and pushes herself out of her chair, adjusting her lab coat as she heads towards the entrance. She takes a deep breath, disengages the lock, and opens the door.

Standing on the other side is a taller Mobian hedgehog, concealed in mystery. Her eyes are covered in sunglasses and the white quills that drape over her face. Her arms and legs are cybernetic. She dresses in a white suit, her arms at her sides, staring down through a bandaged face toward Cien-Se.

“So nice ta' finally meetcha,' the mystery hedgehog says, stepping inside, her heels relatively high, clicking on the ground, making her hips sway.

Cien-Se gulps—only the most upper echelon of people would ever deign to wear heels so high and to strut their stuff so blatantly. “I wasn't aware I got the attention of someone so important, miss…"

“Please," the mystery hedgehog says, stroking a mechanical hand along the screen of Cien-Se's central computer. She shakes her head when she reads the data compiled there. “If you know how important I am, surely you should know who I am, right?"

Cien-Se breathes deeply through her nose, pulling her glasses off her face and rubbing her eyes. “The White Hedgehog—I've heard of you, but I thought you were merely a rumor—a figurehead or even a mascot created by the Company's board of directors. Why have a CEO who could be fallible when one could just invent a virtual creation?"

“Why, indeed," says the White Hedgehog. “Probably because with me around, I can do whatever the fuck I want and get shit done—shit like buying out this little humdrum business you got.

Cien-Se replaces her glasses, blinking as she looks to the woman before her. “You can't be serious.

Picking up Cien-Se's datapad, the White Hedgehog tosses the device to her. “See for yourself, Doctor."

Cien-Se grasps it, nearly dropping the thing, but accessing her email. Scrolling through the chain of confusing exchanges, she gasps when she realizes it's true. The recent transfer of the facility and its assets, including the employees, has been sent to the White Hedgehog's Company.

“Now then," the White Hedgehog says, leaning against the computer desk, crossing one leg over the other, her hands on the edge of the desk, pushing her flatish chest out slightly, “Tell me exactly what you've been dreamin' of workin' on, messing with roboticizers, studying biology, all that freaky shit?

Cien-Se sniffs, standing tall, hands behind her back. “No matter what advancements we have in cybernetics, they cannot compare to the pure one-to-one conversion of animal tissue to the Robian form.

“You don't say?" asks the CEO, lifting her arm and looking at the back of her hand. “Even better than the shit I got going on?"

“Miles better," Cien-Se says. “I'm sorry to say."

“Don't be sorry if you promise results," the White Hedgehog says, giving Cien-Se the finger gun. “What else you thinkin'?"

“Well, my people in the past, during a great and terrible war, used their mix of robotics and genetics to create terrible monsters known as Mutates."

“And why should I care about such things?" asks the CEO, arms folded under her chest, accenting the smallish shape with authority.

“Because," says Cien-Se, pushing her glasses up, making them shine in the room's light, “If one can make monsters, one can make gods."

The White Hedgehog ponders upon Cien-Se's words, stroking her bandaged chin, her eyes still covered by shades and quills. “You want to make gods, huh? Don't think I quite care for that."

Cien-Se coughs, the echidna rubbing her gloved hands together. “I feel the best thing to do is to dream big. On a smaller scale, you could revolutionize the medical industry—make people live well beyond their natural lifespan–all so many things!"

The White Hedgehog shakes her head, “Gods again. I'm more interested in improved workers, super soldiers, fantastic fleshlights."

Cien-Se blinks, blushing and blanching. “W-well, yes, I suppose one could do that too. Suppose you're interested in work of a sexual nature, Miss Hedgehog. In that case, there's quite a few more things I'd be interested in sharing with you."

The White Hedgehog chuckles, pushing herself from her seat. “Yeah, I figured you would." She says this, strutting up to Cien-Se, leaning in to reach up, squeezing the scientist's cheeks. “I can spot someone with some sick desires from a mile away. Tell ya what—pack up your shit and get ready for your new employment. Once we get you chipped, you'll be a productive member of my Company."

“Chipped?" The scientist blanches.

“You have a problem with that?" says the White Hedgehog, approaching Cien-se. She brushes her mechanical fingers on the smaller woman's cheek.

“N-no, of course not, not at all. Some of my ancestors were members of the Dark Legion Techno-cult. You understand, I'm more of a biologist than a cyberneticist. But of course you do. You hired me for that reason."

“You're nervous. Once you're fully locked into the NDA, you won't need to be. HR will process you tomorrow," she says, reaching into her breast pocket and pulling out a card. The info's here. Don't be late, or you'll be demoted."

“Of course, ma'am," says the scientist, taking the card and reading over it.

“We will take very good care of you during the chipping process. Don't worry about it. It's standard procedure and all that stuff."

“Not here in a government-run facility, er, formerly government-run."

“So much fuckin' red tape, like you wouldn't believe. They don't care nor understand the future of technology."

Cien-Se smiles softly. “Yes, you and I see eye-to-eye."

A rueful laugh escapes the bandages of the White Hedgehog. “Lookin' forward to your work."

* * *

The Company—The name is monolithic but appropriate for the organization. It strips away the facade of needing to stand out amongst the sea of rivals and asserts its dominance over the landscape.

Sure, other companies still exist—the former remnants of Robotnik Inc. and their attempts to distance themselves from their previous owner. There's also Meteotech and all of its robotics development. Hell, there's also the likes of Clean Sweep and Casinopolis. All of these, however, are shells of their former selves because, in some way or another, they exist within the world that The Company has created. For some who remember the old world, the idea of freedom lost may be a sign of sadness, but to all the others, the newest landscape creates a world in which their happiness overpowers anything else.

And Cien-Se is undoubtedly happy herself. The scientist dresses in a sharp business suit to start her interview. Even though she's gotten herself on board, there are many formalities.

The Echidna scans after exiting her train, which deposits her right in front of the entryway. The security guard, a somewhat effeminate feline, frowns when he looks over the information. “Ma'am, this entrance is for employees only."

“Oh, but I am an employee," says the Echidna. “A new one. Let me see here." She says this, producing her phone. “See?"

Squinting his eyes, the security guard rolls back in his chair and picks up a landline. “You'll have to wait right here, miss. New hires are supposed to use the public entrance."

“Ah, but of course. How silly of me. I could walk there, perhaps."

“Just down the corridor there and up the stairs," says the cat, “But we can get you escorted through here as well."

Cien-Se titters slightly. “Oh, I wouldn't want to rock the boat on my first day," the scientist coos.

“Very well," says the guard, hanging up the phone. “Next in line!"

A deer steps up, humming to herself as she approaches the gate. Cien-Se stays behind, curious momentarily, but frowns when she sees the scan go through.

The deer stops humming, and she blinks. A soft smile forms on her face as she enters the building, her heels clicking and her sway quite well-practiced.

The cat security guard looks up to Cien-Se, tilting his hat and wiggling his whiskers.

“Oh, you have a good day!" Cien-Se says, and she then turns back and makes her way through the corridor and up to the surface.

The City above is a much different beast than the tunnels down below—awash in advertisements of the most debauched of natures, even in the day, some of these billboards bathe the streets in the neon glow and OLED shine. For a citizen like Cien-Se, this is all noise placed into her mind in subliminal torture that she, as a practiced meditator blocks out through her calculations and her musings on ancient poetry. One might think this keeps her from noticing things, but it does not. As a van passes by with a logo of a woman holding giant melons, she notices that its driver is dressed just like the guard at the front.

Hidden security—how smart.

But she passes an alleyway on her way to the front entrance, and she has to stop, blink, and take a few steps back, peering into the seedy and secretive areas between the clean and orderly facade.

There, she sees two women, each dressed in the same uniform as the deer from earlier. They lean against the wall, one a poodle smoking, and the other a mole looking over her phone. A strange place to be taking a break, to be sure. But it's none of her business. Instead, she heads back into the building through the main public entrance.

In a great hall, showing off a display much more ostentatious than the old building's exterior, the sound of heels clicking fills the air. It's quite a cacophony that doesn't go unnoticed by the echidna. She taps her heels, much lower than others she's seen here, and approaches the desk.

There, a secretary sits, dressed in the same short uniform—there's not much variety in the job force. She's an alpaca whose wool puffs out from her collar and helps to accentuate her bust. Busy is filing her fingers, but she takes a moment to look up and finally meets Cien-Se's gaze.

“Oh my gosh!" the alpaca chirps. “I haven't seen an echidna before. You must be the new hire. Here, let me call HR for ya."

“Shouldn't I be working with R&D?"

“OH, everyone gets on-boarded by HR, love," says the Alpaca. “Our HR Director loves to give everyone on board a personal touch."

“I see. Well, I'll just wait here for her or…?" she trails off, offering the alpaca a chance to respond.

“That'll be good. You can take a seat right there. It shouldn't be long. After all, she just finished with another new hire in accounting."

Cien-Se sits herself down, glancing past the secretary's seat and seeing another one of the scanners. It may not be an employee entrance, but it's just as secure.

What wonders must they be able to create here that must be kept under such lock and key? Oh, to find out would be so divine!

Her wait is long, and she squirms, antsy, almost as if she has butterflies in her stomach that are so large and weighty that they hold her down. But that can't possibly be the case. This is a dream come true, and she's already in, so why does her stomach feel so upset?

She has little time to contemplate this when the secretary looks up and smiles at Cien-Se. “You can enter now."

Cien-Se thanks the secretary and passes by the security check. She blinks and shakes her head, rubbing the back of her neck, but she proceeds either way, entering the elevator and letting the thing take her up a few floors.

Along the way, another uniformed woman enters, humming to herself as she presses her button for a floor further up.

“How long have you worked here?" Cien-Se asks, hands in her pockets, looking to scope things out.

The woman doesn't respond to her. There is a blank smile on the Mobian's face as she hums, rocking about on her high heels. Cien-Se glances down at them and stands on her toes. When her calves begin to burn, she realizes she must hit the gym if they want her to wear such a ridiculous get-up.

Then again, one has to play the game to win, and the winners wear the highest heels. But if she thought about this, the elevator trip must take far too long.

The door dings and out steps the quiet woman, exiting to a hallway where more of these corporate drones are busy buzzing about, doing their work and not complaining. “A tight ship she runs," the echidna says to herself, back to her own devices for a bit longer.

After an eternity, Cien-Se enters the hall where HR is, and another secretary greets her again. This one could be the twin of the one downstairs, and this new one smiles and motions to another door. “Miss Ratilda will see you now for the implantation process."

Implantation. Now that she's so close, Cien-Se can't help but rub the back of her head. Her ancestors dealt with cybernetics, forming an entire cult around the idea of perfection beyond biology. She sighs as she enters the room, lamenting the loss of her own purely biological self.

Sacrifices must be made in the name of science, after all.

The room is a dark operating theater with a bench in the middle, a hole positioned and ready for the face. Above is an apparatus—tools, no doubt, for the procedure. With AI so advanced that it can do the work for any top surgeon, it's no wonder that implantation is so commonplace in the workforce. Just across from the bench is a stool, and sitting on the stool has to be the smallest Mobian Cien-Se has ever seen.

Just over a foot tall, the mouse sits with one leg crossed over the other. Her straight, purple-streaked hair obscures her eyes, and her lips are full and curl up in a smile. She wears a beret, and her large, mousey ears are pierced in multiple places. There's an artist's look to her that Cien-Se wasn't quite expecting from someone with her job title.

“Hello there, Cien-Se," the mouse squeaks. “You're just in time. I like that in an employee. I'm Ratilda, but you can call me 'Miss" for this session."

“Very well, Miss," the echidna says, motioning to the bench. “May I ask again the purpose of this procedure?

Ratilda swishes her tail. It's bent at the end with a brush at the tip. She uncrosses her legs and crosses the opposite way. “Oh, it's quite simple, really," she says. “Basic nondisclosure and security. We put the chips in you, and you can't give away any of our secrets. Tell me, Cien-Se, don't you find not having to worry if what you say can compromise your job liberating?"

Cien-Se approaches the bench, running her hand over the padded thing. “Perhaps, in some sort of twisted way. Life has a way of finding comfort in a lack of worry. Need I disrobe?"

“Your neck needs to be free," says Ratilda.

“Very well, miss," Cien-Se says, unbuttoning her top and removing her jacket. When done, she's in her bra and climbs onto the bench, placing her face through the hole. “You know, I could go for a massage. How about you, Miss?"

“You're quite casual for someone working under me," says Ratilda. “We'll have to ensure you work on your deference to authority."

Ratilda stands on the stool, turning toward the tiny console beside her. She presses a big red button, and the mechanical arms within the apparatus open wide and grind.

It is with a quick prick that Cien-Se feels the numbing agent, but she doesn't go to sleep. Instead, she listens to Ratilda speak as she finds her head swimming.

“There goes the first chip. Quick and easy like," coos the mouse.

“And here's the second one," she whistles to herself. “You're doing a good job. You're lying there nice and quiet."

“This anesthetic is good stuff," the echidna coos.

“Yeah, well, it won't last forever. You'll get a headache as you adjust, so get yourself ready.'

“Ready…?"

Ratilda taps her cheek and smirks, tilting her head to the side. “Oh, yes, ready for the rest of your life—starting with me testing out the efficacy of your chips."

Cien-Se had no idea what she meant by that because it was a simple in-and-out procedure. And almost as if in a blur, she is granted a laboratory within the Company's facility—a fantastic workstation for all sorts of projects and plans.

And, as she goes over her plans and choices, she pauses. Does she want to choose… or should she ask the White Hedgehog?

Walking out of the train and to her crummy little apartment, the scientist holds her tools and materials in a box under one hand and grabs the door with the other.

It's unlocked.

Frowning, Cien-Se fumbles around with her materials, pulling out a little invention. Not quite a gun, not quite a syringe, but potent enough to cause damage to a junkie ready to jump her. She pushes her way into the door, holding the weapon up, dropping her other tools. But just as she shouts, “Get out of my place!" A hand floats out from the darkness, a cybernetic thing that causes her to gasp. Another one reaches out, grabbing her by the collar and yanking her into the room. The first hand slams and locks her door, while the second drags her along, taking her straight to bed.

Sitting on her bed is something that makes her blood run cold. It's a hedgehog, but not just any hedgehog. Her quills are pink, and her face is obscured by a mask, staring at Cien-se with a permanent scowl, its owner's eyes obscured by the darkness in the mask.

Underneath, she doesn't wear anything. Her smallish tits are on full display, as well as her incredible curves. She has no arms—instead, her shoulders hold the modules for the floating hands, the one at the door returning to rest upon her lifted knee.

Her legs are long, and they lose their thick and juicy natural flesh. They are replaced at the knees with sleek cybernetics, with heels perhaps just as high as the White Hedgehog's, if not more.

Cien-Se gulps, her glasses askew from the rough handling, but the word for this person, this monster, comes to her mouth without thought. “C… Ciona…"

“My reputation precedes me, doesn't it?" says the pink hedgehog, a dark chuckle rising from behind that scowling mouth. “Ciona the Cyborg, and you're at my service."

“I… I don't understand… I have nothing to give the most powerful person in the city, I—I whoa…"

As Cien-Se speaks, Ciona uncrosses her legs. This reveals that she had been hiding this whole time a massive cock which flops in its freedom, dripping its precum juices down onto the side of Cien-Se's bed and some onto the floor.

“I came to congratulate you on your transfer to the private sector, toots. Now that you're working for a company, or should I say 'The Company,' you're now in my territory."

Cien-Se licks her lips. Her eyes widen and shake, but so does her mouth, turning into a smile, equal parts mad and gleeful. “Oh, you don't know how long I've waited to be recognized by you! I've heard you are a magnificent specimen. To study you intimately is a dream of mine."

“Huh." The hedgehog snorts. “Now, ain't that interestin'?"

Cien-Se gazes over the wondrous creature before her. Ciona—the queen of the criminal underworld, a holder of pure chaos energy, a cyborg of intense augmentation and state-of-the-art limbs—all of these things make her oh-so-desirable to one so interested in biology.

That means Cien-Se can't help but bite her lip as she stares over the glorious form before her. The echidna approaches the cyborg, her hand reaching out, trembling as she approaches the taller Mobian. “You're incredible," she finally says. “Everything about your body is beyond any rumor I heard whispered. The scientist touches Ciona's shoulder, where the connection to Ciona's floating hand makes contact with her flesh. The robot hand grabs Cien-Se's wrist, pulling her iloser toward that scowling mask, staring at the echidna through her mask's hollow eye holes. “I'm the one who does the touching around here, capice?"

“O-oh, but of course," Cien-Se says through fluttering eyes. “But, wouldn't you like my evaluation of your form? I'm sure the work done on you is legendary, but I can only imagine what I could do if I had a chance to dig into you."

Ciona's free hand grabs Cien-Se by the back of the head. “I'm perfect the way I am, toots." She then shoves the scientist down to her knees. “Maybe if you do good tonight, you'll get to work on improving my sluts and whores."

That massive cock pokes right in front of Cien-Se's nose. Its musky, ferrous scent sending the echidna's mind reeling, drool rolling down from the corner of her mouth. “Oh, I am sure you are!" Cien-Se praises. She lifts her hands to her chest, unbuttoning her business suit and shirt. Underneath, she wears nothing, exposing her purple fur.

Ciona doesn't wait for her fleshlight to be ready. She shoves Cien-Se's face forward, the sheer thickness of the cock forces the Echidna's lips apart, making her take the massive thing inside her. Her cheeks puff out, and her eyes roll back.

Ever the professional, Cien-Se continues unbuttoning her clothing with quick and practiced care. Even as tears roll down her cheeks and the hedgehog bobs the echidna's head along the massive shaft.

Cien-Se's breasts fall free, her undressed purple form now on full display. Her full breasts fall heavily as they are exposed, her wide hips now seemingly wider without the slimming jacket on. Her throat bulges and she makes the most lewd of sounds, gulping and gasping as the cock slaps and makes her mouth make slurping sounds as she takes the thing she's bobbed along.

“Not bad," grunts the pink hedgehog. “Looks like you were ready to slut it up even without my insistence, weren't ya? What kinda scientist dresses like a fuckin' whore without being one, right?"

Cien-Se can't respond. Instead, she grabs Ciona's ass, her head bobbing along that cock of her own volition now, her tongue lashing along its length, frothing up the spit and the precum.

Ciona twitches. “Nngh… that ain't no… golden blowjob.. But it's still nice!" the Hedgehog compliments. “I guess you are a whore. I won't need to terminate you after all."

The echidna either doesn't hear those words nor doesn't care, as she's busy slurping on that hedgehog cock, having it slam against the back of her mouth, all without choking or complaining about not being able to breathe.

Ciona's blank, disgruntled expression stares at the whorish display, a soft chuckle rising from the back of the mask. “So, there's a lot you're hiding from me, isn't there, doctor? By the time, ngh, we're done, you'll lay it bare before me!"

With that, she grabs hard onto two of the scientist's dreads, yanking Cien-Se away, making her scream in surprise and pain.

The hedgehog groans, shooting out strands of thick, ropey, hot, pungent cum. It smacks the echidna on the muzzle and forms a messy moon on her chest, but there is oh-so-much, and Ciona groans, letting go of Cien-Se, stumbling back, squeezing the length.

She stands there, hunched over, breathing heavily, cum still oozing out of her tip and onto the floor, even as she holds herself tight. “F… fuck… that's good…" Ciona grumbles. She stares down at herself, growling, watching the thing swell but then, paradoxically, begin to tame.

Ciona vibrates, letting go, the cock flopping down, dripping and drooling, and she throws her head back, running a hand through her quills. “Ha… ah… nngh…"

Cien-Se watches this strange ritual through her one uncummed eye. She smiles, her throat sore, but the excitement still builds up. “T… that's incredible," the scientist says. “Such virility, and yet, you're ready for more."

The hedgehog snaps to look at the scientist. The scowl on her mask looks oh-so-real at that moment before she takes a deep breath and responds. “Of course I am," she says, walking back up to Cien-Se and pinching her cheek. With her other hand, she pushes Cien-Se to look her eye-to-eyehole. “I'm the best you'll ever have."

Cien-Se smiles through her glasses-askew, cum-guzzled face, though in the back of her mind, she notes the hedgehog's reaction to cumming.

“I'm sure I can create something better for you."

“Nothing's better for me than what I do for myself," says the hedgehog, squeezing tighter. “But you should watch yourself. Ensure I don't make you silent for good and use you only for your holes."

Cien-Se sighs. “What uses do you have for me, miss Ciona?"

Ciona lets go, letting Cien-Se's head hang low. “You work for the White Hedgehog, so I come knockin' with my offer."

“I'm… I'm afraid I can't do corporate espionage, miss…"

Ciona tilts her head. “Is that right?"

“Of course… what kind of employee would I be if I spilled all the Company's secrets? I can offer my body… and my personal scientific project time."

Ciona laughs. “You do that, and you ain't gonna have private time."

Flashing a manic gleeful smile, the scientist-whore responds. “Oh, but Miss Ciona, this is the best time I've ever had!"

Ciona shakes her head. “Well now, looks like I found myself a bona-fide Mad Scientist. This could be quite fun, indeed."

Cien-Se laughs, shrugging. “Does it matter? My life is in your hands. I'd better shoot my shot. I want to make something for you… greater than the best cybernetics you have—more monstrous, no godlike, than what you have imagined. I can't do my work in the government anymore. They're toothless. It's either the Corpos or the underground, and who best to work with than someone who owns both?"

“Yer an enterprising broad," says Ciona. She then moves her hands to the back of Cien-Se's head and slams her down onto the ground, the echidna's cheeks squished against the tile, her breasts pressed against the cold floor. Ciona climbs around her, resting that cock over her cheeks, oozing cum down the echidna's back. “Too bad you're not smart enough to stop yourself from being my cumdump."

Cien-Se breathes quickly, her hands desperately grabbing for something, anything, but the floor is flat. “Ha… ah… that's where you're wrong, boss. I'm not too stupid to avoid this—I'm smart enough to know how to get just what I want from you."

A light flashes in one of the hedgehog's eye holes, a growl rising from the dominatrix. “Is that so, well be careful what you wish for, because you'll end up with a gaping, torn asshole!" She says this, pulling back, priming her cock for just such a promising threat.

Deep in a hidden laboratory (conveniently located through underground tunnels connecting various important corporate buildings), Cien-Se pours over the data of her work. Before the echidna is a bubbling brew, glowing with a pink radiation. Cien-Se wears protective goggles, a mask, and her coat and gloves. All these and the shielded wall between her and the experiment are enough protection from whatever Mobian-made horrors she's willing to unleash beyond the comprehension of most.

The sound of heels clicks down the old and dark hallway. Another pink glow issues out from the room, and Cien-Se spins her chair around, sitting down, crossing one leg over the other, and steepling her fingers together. The tablet's light propped on her knee gives her goggles a mysterious glow.

Stepping into the room, her hips swaying, and her cock flopping about, is Ciona. She stands there, a floating hand on her hip and the other snapping her finger rhythmically. “So, how's my moonlighting little science-slut doing?"

“Oh, most excellent, my true boss," says the scientist, standing up and swiping the table. She steps aside, gesturing to her vat.

Ciona's masked face betrays no emotion, but she approaches, bouncing, swaying, and swinging in all the right places. When she stands in front of the vat, its glow adds to her sinister, sexy pink coloration.

“And what exactly are you cookin' up under the nose of your Corpo White Hedgehog boss?"

Cien-Se slips in front of Ciona, tapping a few buttons on her tablet. With that, a robotic arm lowers into the bubbling goop, shocking it. “I'm working on a reactive polymer that accepts inputs and takes on multiple shapes. If we match this up with an AI system, then that AI can take on physical form and perform small instructions and-aah-"

Ciona casually grips the echidna's ass. “That's way too fuckin' small time for a gal like you. What did I poach ya for?" She asks, squeezing and fondling the scientist's bun.

Frantically, Cien-Se inputs a few different commands. “W-well, madam, it's all about vision for the future. Imagine if you will fully synthetic workers or soldiers. Creating new life to perform tasks outside the planet, far beyond the stars!"

Ciona's grip pulls at the echidna's cheek, exposing her moistened hole and her ass. Her second hand floats down, middle and ring finger stroking up and down along the slit. “Uh huh… but I already have the perfect soldiers listening to me here at home."

“B… but you have to create them so inefficiently, don't you?" Cien-Se says. “T… there's the materials and the aah… operating, mmm, systems."

Pressing her fingers deeper into Cien-Se, Ciona leans in, her tits pressed against the coat-covered back. “You're hiding somethin' from me, toots. I don't like it when a girl hides somethin' from me."

Cien-Se shudders, wiggling herself, her tail bouncing. “Ah, wuh-well, I may have been looking through the database of, mnn, The Company and, ah… looked into the, mm, make of the, ah, battle cyborgs."

One hand presses Cien-Se to the glass, squishing her cheek against the wall.

Cien-Se pants as she watches the liquid form and solidify. “Mi… miss Ciona, if you were to just ah, watch the ah, demonstration.

Ciona leans over her shoulder. “Oh, I am, but I'm so fuckin' bored of all your yappin'!" She says this, slapping Cien-Se.

The slime inside the chamber undulates, and soon, a copy of Cien-Se emerges from it, quickly out of the goop, one layer at a time, naked and with her arms over her head. Once she is up to her navel, this version of Cien-Se leans in, pressing her tits to the window. This motion gets them right in front of Cien-Se's face.

“How self-indulgent of you," Ciona says. “You're telling me I won't need you once you finish this thing?"

Cien-Se opens her mouth to respond, but instead she gasps when she feels the massive cock pressing up against her pussy. “I-aaah!"

Ciona pulls Cien-Se away, giving them a view of the demonstration within the vat. A hand slides up along Cien-Se's body, gripping at the coat's chest and ripping the buttons off, exposing her tits.

“What do you know? You made 'em bigger on that slime!" She says this, moving a hand up over Cien-Se's body, squeezing one of her tits. “What's the matter, you think your tits aren't worthy of a slut?"

Through strained breaths, the scientist shakes her head. “Nuh-no. We can make the ideal body and upload our minds to Cyberspace, and once we do that, we can manifest as if gods in these new, synthetic bodies.

“New, synthetic bodies," the hedgehog repeats. Then, she thrusts forward, skewering the echidna, moving her hand down, pressing it against the echidna's sternum, holding her up against her body. Ciona bounces Cien-Se, thrusting those hips upward, clapping her cheeks. “Dunno if that's somethin' that interests me! I got everything I could ever want!"

Cien-Se gasps, throwing her head back. Through the window, the goggled echidna can see the slight reflection of her bulging stomach and the huge cock filling her up. Beyond, she watches as the false her on the other side runs hands over her tits, squeezing and rolling, then letting go and watching them bounce, hopping about in the fluid.

Yeah, she's a genuine horny freak, but if this experiment worked, she could be an all-powerful horny freak.

She would say all this to her boss. However, she's too busy throwing her head back and screaming from the mix of pleasure and pain from being impaled and having that cock thrust up into her, striking her womb over and over!

The crime boss Ciona is nothing short of incredible. Cien-Se screams as she's pushed against the glass of her most crucial experiment. Her goo-like doppelganger dances around as if to taunt her as the deranged dominatrix rearranges her insides.

How is it possible that a body can take a cock the size that Ciona is packing without proper adjustments and augmentations?

Perhaps that's the secret to Ciona's prominence in the criminal underworld.

No, that's insane! How can fucking people like this be all that's needed to make it big in crime?

Without her knowledge or consent, Cien-Se's body convulses around the cock. By the Ancient Walkers, how many times has Cien-Se cum from the relentless thrusting. And when will Ciona explode again?

It was enough for Cien-Se's pussy to milk and suck on that shaft while in that orgasmic spasming, because just then, spurt upon spurt of hedgehog cum shoots out into Cien-Se's body, filling her up, swelling her out, stretching her, ruining her.

Ciona pulls away, stumbling away and holding onto that shaft. It just won't stop cumming, marking Cien-Se's back.

And the echidna groans as she's practically showered in molten baby batter, marking her, making it so she'll need to take the hottest, longest shower of her life ever to have a semblance of being presentable in public again.

But she doubts that's Ciona's intention. No, if she could have herself a living cock sock, she probably would, so Cien-se crawls away from her, inching closer and closer to her dropped datapad.

But that's when one floating hand clamps at her ankle while another one squeezes roughly on the hedgehog's oozing cock. “Just where do you think you're going?" Ciona growls, her shoulders slumped forward, her breathing ragged through her mask. “Who the fuck said we're done."

“I… I have a present for you," Cien-Se says, her voice shaking almost as much as the rest of her body. She points to the pad. “Luh-let me… open the gate."

“For your programmed little dance doll?"

“It may be programmed to dance," Cien-Se says, gasping as something shifts in her body and cum oozes out, pooling on the tiled floor, leaving her feeling less and less complete, making strange squelching sounds in her stomach. “But it desires cum."

Ciona squeezes Cien-Se's leg tighter. The power of that robotic appendage sends pain shooting up the scientist's leg. Her fingers are just moments from opening the application and running the program.

“So, you tricked me to give you my cum, huh?" Ciona growled. She yanks Cien-Se back, stopping her quickly so her upper body scootches up, her butt rising into the air.

“Nobody tries to get one over on me, toots. If you do business with me, you need know I don't play!"

“W… what are you gonna do to me?" Cien-Se says, looking over her shoulder, her eyes pinpricks of awareness, her body tensing up.

Ciona spreads the echidna's cheeks, exposing her star. She then hovers her oozing cock over that hole letting the quivering sphincter drink up the oozing cum, winking and slurping it down into Cien-Se's colon.

So much virility in a single being. Indeed, her ancestors would have venerated Ciona as a god, and Cien-Se would be her high priestess. The thought helps her through as the fat cock head presses against the cum-stained asshole and pushes further, forcing her wider apart.

Cien-Se's eyes sparkle in sensation, her body spreading out wider than it was ever designed for as that hot and heavy cock buries itself into her, the cum drooled inside working as an excellent lubricant for the cyborg's massive girldick.

Cien-Se drools from her mouth and her pussy, her eyes rolled back, but not all of her sense gone. She reaches out, desperate to grab the data pad, desiring so much to show her boss, her dom, her mistress, the great work she has brought to her.

But Ciona has other ideas.

Hands move up to the Echidna's throat, clamping around it, keeping the crawling fuck hole from moving away. Cien-Se croaks out as she fights to breathe. It is difficult as her desire to moan and the gasps that come from each thrust as the cock goes deeper and deeper into her sends shocks throughout her body that make her want to scream!

It isn't very long before the cyborg hilts into the echidna's ass, her massive balls slapping against Cien-Se's thighs. The hedgehog plaps against her through quick thrusts, playing the scientist like a drum.

“Maybe… I… will… give… it cum…" Ciona says, huffing as she works hard to fuck the echidna hard. “And when… I do… it'll be… when I… want! Capice?"

Ciona lets go of Cien-Se, allowing the echidna to take a deep breath, grasping her neck and nodding. “Ah, hah… yuh… yes, Miss!" she gasps. “Oooh ho ho hhhhh!" Her groans are less coherent after that. She's so wide and full, and all those very sensitive nerves that run up the rectum fire off as something blasts in and out, back and forth, forever through her!

And when she thought she couldn't feel any more, she hears the groan of the crime boss and screams as she's filled once more with the massive amounts of cum. But this time, Ciona pushes her head down. This time, Ciona keeps herself sheathed into her. This time, she expands and she expands before the hedgehog unleashes her last, goopy drop.

And when she is done, Ciona pulls out, her cock finally sustained, wiping the sweat from her brow.

Cien-Se rolls onto her stomach, swollen and spent, cum oozing out of her.

“Holy fuck…" Ciona says. “You're still alive? Heh… guess I picked a good slut after all. Write me up everything about this project of yours, and don't you fuckin' tell anyone outside this room about your little cum guzzling clone o' yers." She says this, pulling out a cigar, from where?

“Gods, I needed that."

Ciona tilts her head, hearing those words coming from Cien-Se.

“You're one sick bitch, doc." The hedgehog says this, chuckling to herself.