Ciona and Cien-Se 4
Ciona the Cyborg pays Cien-Se a visit, looking to make a new pet out of the scientist.
This is a collab between myself and {bsky silenciotheartist.bsky.social} Brought to Heel is their AU.
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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.