Ciona and Cien-Se 6
Cien-Se has a new invention to show Ciona, but the crime boss has other rewards she desires from the Echidna.
This is a collab between myself and {bsky silenciotheartist.bsky.social} Brought to Heel is their AU.
This is a _Sonic the Hedgehog _fanfiction. All characters are copyright their respective owners and are written as above the age of 18.
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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?