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Seducing Iggy

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by EbaandIna

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You…are probably not making the smartest decision. That’s not to be mean to you, not in any way, but hunting down Iggy is not something you’ve ever heard of going well for anyone. Of course, you know the risks, but there’s just something about Iggy that’s caught you.

It’s not just that she is beautiful, of course, though that is a factor in it. Sometimes, it’s hard to glean something more about someone other than their appearance, at least from a distance. You first saw her while you were tied to a chair, your head hanging, dirt and sweat clouding your eyes, head ringing from a blow you hadn’t seen coming. It was not as if you would have been able to dodge it anyway.

You hadn’t expected to be caught, but you weren’t doing anything wrong – just something the local crime mafia didn’t like. Doing your best to stay well out of that sort of thing is generally where you stand, or sit, but sometimes the best of us get caught up in those situations. A single light swung above you and someone shouted in your face, but your head was ringing as Iggy stepped into view, behind your assailants of multiple species.

Iggy. Her presence called you in, from her smooth, brown fur to the thickness of her tail, which was not quite like the tail of a typical rat. Of course, everyone knew of Iggy, how her body was a bomb, the countdown forever poised on her stomach, like it could start ticking away at any given moment. You don’t know what happened to her to make her like that, but her cyborg-rat hybrid body is a part of her, her torso entirely made up of mechanical parts and the bomb. If she is fused with flesh beneath it, it’s not something you’re privy to.

The moment she appeared, her green eyes bright with concern that didn’t quite seem to fit the situation of saving a complete stranger, you were hooked. She swung through the assailants, though it was fear that scattered them, for no one was ready to give up their life to a living bomb, her tail thicker with a fuse rather than flesh. Maybe there’d never been flesh there to begin with and, from that point on, when she untied your ropes and darted away to leave you to get out from there, away from her, you could not help but be hooked.

So, you have to find her. That’s why you’re here, even though Iggy works for BRASS. They’re trying to do good in the world in the worst of situations, but, well…a vigilante group always draws on the harshest of opinions on all sides. You don’t know what to really think about that, for robotics encompasses so much, but it’s hard to think ill of the rat who saved you.

Your heart warms and your toes curl inside your boots, step hastening. You have to find her, have to make your way to the warehouse. At least, that’s where you think Iggy is, the warehousing complex away from the docks and more of a transport hub. It’s busy, at times, and that’s the most dangerous times. When it’s quiet is when the real goods, supposedly, move through, slipping by the notice of those in power. Vigilantes of that nature live close to the criminal underworld of the city, but you push down the sense of unease in your stomach. Maybe that’s not something worth digging into. You can only judge Iggy and her company by her and their actions, no more than that. Speculation and assumptions never got a person anywhere.

The warehouse looms above you and you slink to the side, against the wall, avoiding the security cameras. You’ve taken a roundabout path through the other warehouses and the big, storage shipping containers that, strangely, never seem to move to get there and you’re not about to get caught now. Well, there might not be all that big of a consequence for getting caught, to be fair, maybe trespassing, but you don’t want to find out either way. It’ll stop you from finding her and, well…

You’ll think through the rest later.

Heat warms your cheek, though you don’t know if it’s embarrassment or awkwardness, or just shyness. You’re sure she’s here and yet your palms are sweaty and your heart leaps in your chest like it doesn’t belong there, the warehouse towering and your vision going shaky – if only for a moment. After all, you’re the one that leaked the tip to BRASS that there was a “small bomb” there that you were worried would cause harm, even if you kind of took care to stress it was unlikely to cause anyone harm. You didn’t want anyone to worry.

Slipping inside, without the security camera capturing you, you blink, letting your eyes adjust to the dark. The door ground and scraped as you opened and closed it and you wince, though it’s only a passing sound. If Iggy is already here… Well, it’s not like she’s going to do you any harm, right? She’s Iggy and she’s wonderful.

Making your way to a wooden crate, for the old warehouse seemed to be just for storage when you scouted it out before, you wait. Everything is covered in a fine layer of dust, but you let the dark swallow you, for it’s an old friend by now.

Some things can be said in the dark that cannot be said in the light of day. You’re hoping that’ll be the same for Iggy.

And then she appears. She doesn’t even use the door, appearing from an opening high up, perhaps a window, and swinging down, from the beams to the storage racks, landing lightly on her large, bare feet. She has short, pinkish claws, but you can’t see them right now. The only way you know Iggy is here is that you can see the display on her abdomen, the bomb timer fixed in place – at least for the time being. As a living bomb, that’s one thing Iggy uses to her advantage to do her work, to make things better.

Your heart pounds and your mouth, suddenly, is too dry to speak. She seems to scan the area and you stand, clearing your throat.

“Uh… Fancy seeing you here?”

Ah – no! That sounds too aggressive and Iggy whips to face you, the display glowing in the extremely low light. Even your eyes can’t pick up more than that and you hold your hands up even though you’re not sure what her night vision is like.

“No, no, I didn’t mean it like that,” you say hastily. “Um… Oh, this is awkward… I just… You saved me, I wanted to see you again.”

“Few want to see me again.”

Her voice makes your heart skip a beat. Oh, you didn’t expect her to be so softly spoken and maybe it’s something about the dark that makes her voice sound even more delightful to you. You commit it to memory and take a deep breath.

“I do… You saved me. Iggy, I have to be frank, I have to be honest with you.”

A light flicks on, the rat seemingly having turned a switch on with her tail, though the spill of brash, white light only takes your breath away. She studies you carefully with those intense, green eyes of hers, her rounded ears slanted back. Your heart sinks. She doesn’t trust you – but what reason have you, really, to give Iggy to trust you? You need to do more.

“Iggy, I’m sorry for luring you here, there’s no bomb,” you confess, feeling the rush of need in your chest to put it all out there. “The only bomb in here is you… And that’s the very best one of all.”

It’s a cheesy line, but, even to you, your honesty rings through. She pauses, as if she’s rocked back on her heels, and your eyes catch the cyborg parts to her shins, though they seem to go all the way around. What happened to her, that she’s like that? You hope, despite everything, it’s given her the lease on life she needed, but all that is purely speculation on your part.

Iggy blushes, the heat simmering across her cheeks, just about visible through her fur. If you were in a better position, you may have punched the air for the sheer thrill of it, heart pounding.

“Oh… Thank you for your flattery. That’s not something I hear often,” she says, gently, though as if she’s still holding something back from you. “But I’m too dangerous to be around. If you’ve followed me, seen me… That’s something you should already know.”

“I don’t care.”

You step forward, heart in your mouth, the pounding ache in your chest seeming out of sorts with the situation. Is this what it feels like to put it all on the line? Surely, this is something Iggy does on a practically daily basis, though not in such an emotional line, but you can’t imagine being this bare and vulnerable many times over. She’s so much stronger than you and you can’t help but let that fuel your attraction to her and her strength, her quiet power and how she holds all that danger in herself with a soft aura to encompass it all. Iggy is really something else, something special, and even the light lowering of her eyelashes draws you in.

“I want you to know,” you say, taking another step closer while the rat looks at you like you’ve lost your mind, “that nothing you say will put me off. Of course, if you really want me to leave, to leave you alone, I will. But you being dangerous isn’t enough to scare me. I want to know you, I want to be with you… I mean, dating would be a start?”

You say that lightly, with a gentle laugh, but you know you want so much more than that. You want to feel the curves of her body, flesh and machine, pressed up against yours, to feel your need sinking deep inside her, her body rocking against you in passion.

Iggy blushes again and the heat seems to creep further that time, darker still. Your breath catches in your chest, like you still can’t take in a full lungful of air.

She’s still not close enough to you – or you are not close enough to her. You’re not sure how to phrase it, your pulse quickening. How can she be so beautiful, so striking? Iggy is just standing there and yet you can’t take your eyes off her.

“It’s because of the bomb.”

“It’s not,” you say, imploring her to believe you. “I don’t care about that, only for you, only as far as it pertains to your comfort.”

You flinch a little and let out a shy, embarrassed laugh. What a pretentious word to use? Yet Iggy has you all flustered, the rat not quite seeming to know what to do as she taps the fingers of her right paw against the back of her left paw.

“I’m too dangerous,” she says, but Iggy’s voice is not as flat as it was, wavering with a touch of uncertainty: hope. “I… Do you think I want to hurt anyone? I’d hurt anyone I loved.”

“Like I said…” I tried again with a smile, though my heart hammered in my chest with enough force to reverberate, seemingly, all the way through me. “We can take it slow. Dating… Maybe a little more. Only if you want to, Iggy. But I don’t want you to think, not even in the slightest, that I’m giving up on you. Not because of that.”

You’ve closed the distance between her, near enough that you are standing before her. There’s a risk to it – oh, there always would be, with her. Not because Iggy would attack or hurt you, but there is still that bomb and it’s impossible for either of you to discount that.

She shivers as you raise your hand, yet she doesn’t move away as you, very gently, brush your fingers down her cheek, tickling her whiskers. There’s a short inhalation of breath, making her chest rise – and you impulsively lean forward. What’s got a hold of you? You do not know, but you know in your heart you have to take this chance, you have to be bold.

So, you kiss her, surprising her. She stiffens before you and makes a muffled noise, her soft lips moving against yours. For a moment, you think Iggy is going to pull away, but, wonderfully, she does not. Her paws twitch like they’re about to grab you, yet your eyes are already closed as you drink in the moment.

That’s how you feel her heat rising, soaking into you through your connection, your head spinning as her entire body warms. Something small and frantic in the back of your mind, mostly ignored, tries to tell you that’s a warning sign, but, really, were you ever going to listen to that?

Her small, rat-like paws find your arms, settling into the crook of your elbow. You realise you’re holding her too, your fingers very gently curling around her upper arms. Of course, you wouldn’t stop Iggy from moving away from you if that’s what she wanted, but you still rest there, quivering, wanting more from her – everything from her. It’s impossible to resist her warm lips on yours until, suddenly, she pulls back with a gasp.

There’s heat in her cheeks and you know it’s kind of superficial to think such a thing, but Iggy has never been more beautiful to you. Of course, it’s her personality and strength of will, how she’s overcome all adversaries, you fell in love with, but the soft tilt of her muzzle and the glaze in her eyes draws you in too.

“No…” She exhales, half-turning away and still not stepping back at the same time either. “I… I don’t want to hurt you.”

But you already know what you want to say as a reckless, thrilling laugh breaks your lips. As it comes, it draws a release of tension in your chest, like something was waiting there to come out all along.

“Then it would be the only way I want to go out,” you say, with a kind of fierceness in your voice you didn’t expect, not even from you. “Iggy, I mean every word. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t mean it.”

You kiss her again and, somehow, Iggy meets you halfway. Her lips part for a softer yet deeper kiss that you eagerly give her, that heat flaring through her body all over again.

And then her belly beeps and flashes a warning, which you only catch as Iggy startles and pushes you away. Her twist of a tail curls in close to her and she glances to it, though you wouldn’t really have moved away not even if the fuse there was lit. You know where you belong.

Detonation risk, the warning on the screen said, splashed across her belly. Cease activities.

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“See?” She said, half-throwing her paws up and going to turn – but you follow her, staying in front of her. “I’m dangerous!”

“And I want all of you, if you’ll have me too,” you say firmly, needing her to believe you. “This is all I want. If that happens…then I’ll be happy for it, for I got to spend every second with you.”

Heat rushes to her cheeks, practically sizzling from them.

“I…”

You kiss her again, but you think you already know. It’s just… Iggy can’t have been around too many others, not in terms of friendships and intimate relationships.

“I haven’t…done this before,” she confesses, looking up at you with a flash of fierce honesty. “I don’t know what to do.”

Your heart leaps. Does she really mean what you think she means?

“Don’t worry… If you want to go that far, all the way, I’ll be with you every step of you.”

The two of you dance around the point, yet it is right that you avoid the crudeness of it, for it is to be a sweetness even in the warehouse. In fact, it might have felt “off” to you for it to happen in a bed, for Iggy’s risk lent itself to a sort of impulsivity. Maybe that’s why she excites you so.

Again, you kiss and your hands wander, moving over her face, her shoulders, down to the curve of her waist. You want to map out every inch of her body with touch alone, but your hand brushes her breast almost accidentally. An apology might have left you if not for her moan, into your mouth, deepening the kiss, so you do it again.

Groping her breasts and rubbing them gently through her clothes, you take in a sharp hiss of a breath through your nostrils, not daring to break the kiss. They’re so smooth and warm – well, the heat of them burns through her clothes as if she’s about to explode. But the bomb has not changed and you tease her lightly with a thumb across each of her nipples in turn, enjoying her shiver. She might have felt different with an organic body, but you adore her just the way she is. Could there possibly be any other way?

Her tongue curls inquisitively against yours, the wet kiss soft between your mouths, exploring and experimenting with each other. But you can’t deny the passion as your hands slide all the way down to her fuse tail, stroking it and gently running it between both of your hands. She quivers, more sensitive there than you honestly would have expected, and you impulsively grab her by the ass, lifting her as her legs wrap around you. It’s like you’re meant to be together.

“Oh…”

She breaks the kiss faintly only to dive in again, though there’s a faint whirring inside her. You strain to listen – is she about to blow? Iggy’s lips move against yours, forming words with her hands behind the back of your neck, stroking and caressing while she trusts you to hold her.

“You’re crazy…” She tells you, which is probably true. “But I need you now, more than I’ve needed anyone before. Please.”

She will not beg and neither would you want her to.

“I… I don’t want anything bad to happen, but I apologise if it does,” she adds too quickly, shaking her head. “You should know the risks, the problems with me. And it’s…not like I’ve done this before. What if there’s a button inside me that sets me to explode? Or even orgasm triggers it?”

Her nerves are sweet, but you only wish you had a better way to soothe them.

“I’ll manage it, we’ll manage it, together.”

She scoffs at that, of course, but it’s not as if you were ever really going to pay any heed at all to her there. You both want each other, so what more could there be to it? You carry her, in your arms, to another area of the warehouse, where you have, admittedly, laid out a fresh mattress, nice and clean. You thought you’d just be talking there, but there’s something more to come there, something you would not have otherwise anticipated.

The abandoned area, the warehouse, was only chosen in case things got explosive, but you don’t mind. Neither does she as you kiss and gently remove each other’s clothes, groping at each other. In that moment, you both seem rather inexperienced, but you wriggle out of your clothes anyway with a giggle and a squirm, until you are both naked on the mattress. However, there’s a metal plate covering her crotch and you ease your fingers under it, freeing it and revealing her pussy.

Once it gives way, you slide your fingers inside, watching Iggy’s reactions closely. She hisses through her teeth and wriggles, her hips bucking up towards your hand. That’s more than enough for you to know you’re on the right track, pressing on and sliding two digits deep into her hot, wet tightness.

“Ah… I…”

“Shush… It’s okay. Just tell me what feels good.”

You lower your head, gently fingering her pussy while you let your tongue slide and swirl around her entrance, though her body is growing hotter and hotter by the second. Her belly lights up with red warnings, flashing dangerously, and the fuse of her tail smoulders. If not for the smell, you wouldn’t have caught that, but it only makes you work harder, dragging your tongue over her clit and sucking faintly. She’s sensitive though, so very sensitive, and you need to press on, her squirming and panting making it difficult to focus.

She just doesn’t know how cute she is, all those walls softened and stripped down, even if you still think you have a long way to go. Your left hand finds her stomach while you work your fingers back and forth, tongue swirling leisurely around her clit, but you both need more. Tracing the warnings does not faze you and it doesn’t faze her either, not this time.

Moving over her, your hand slides away from her sex and your shaft, hard and ready, prods at her entrance. It’s easy to slide into her, but you hold Iggy tight as she moans under.

“Oh…” You moan. “You were all I needed, you are all I ever need, Iggy.”

She blushes but whimpers, words lost in lustful cries. The cyber rat squirms against you, even as pleasure mounts inside her.

And yet you don’t spot that you touch a button on her stomach, while flashes, arming the bomb. Without you noticing, a countdown lights up on her stomach, but you do catch the flare of her fuse tail suddenly sparking to life, hissing as it works its way down, tantalisingly slowly.

Ah… You know have so much.

“Ah, be careful!”

But you’re too committed to be careful, despite the explosive payload inside her. Iggy wriggles against you, but you hush her gently.

“It’s okay, Iggy, it’s okay.”

You can’t pull out now, for you need to finish what you’ve started, to give your sweet rat everything she’s never had before. That’s why you keep thrusting, adjusting the angle of your hips while her legs wrap up and around you, finding all those sweet spots that make her squeak and moan so wonderfully.

In the back of your mind, the need to breed her flares, rising sharply, a heated desire no threat could mitigate. Iggy grabs your face, saying something. You think it’s a warning, her lips moving, but all you can feel is her heat. There’s too much lust and building love too, a connection you can’t simply set down, for you to stop – and it’s hardly as if Iggy really wants you to either.

Her tight passage wraps around your length as you thrust, squeezing you. You don’t know if that’s deliberate or not, but you have to get more of that feeling, thrusting harder, faster, even as the countdown decreases on her stomach. Her fuse tail shortens, more and more, burning out as you huff and pant, all but ploughing into her. Breeding her, impregnating her… Maybe it’s something more carnal still the cyber rat has awoken in you, but you no longer have the presence of mind to care.

The countdown falls to twenty, nineteen, eighteen, lower. You don’t watch it, not as you push in harder, needing her as she clings to you. Finally, you can’t hold back a single moment more and grind into her deeply, a rush of ecstasy exploding from your shaft. You release your seed into her, flooding her pussy with it, spurt after spurt of lust filling her. You can only hope you’ve impregnating her, that you’ll leave a legacy, the countdown beeping as it reached ten, dropping still.

“Ah… Yes… Ohhhh!”

And then Iggy cried out, hips bucking and rising against you, taking her pleasure from you even as you give everything you can to her. Her tail simmers all the way down, crackling and fizzing as the fuse is used up, and you know it’s too late. You can’t help it, not as she climaxes on your shaft, a whine on your lips, the timer hitting zero with the two of you able to do absolutely nothing at all about it.

Orgasm wracks you. You kiss Iggy, her warm breath in your mouth, desperation edging your kiss. There’s no escaping it and yet…

…Nothing happens. Can you really believe that? You keep thrusting through climax, drawing it out for as long as possible. Did the bomb explode and neither of you realised? Your eyes open, blinking, your pace slowing as your member softens a little inside her, though you don’t pull out.

You break the kiss, both of you blinking at each other in surprise.

“I…” Iggy looks down. “It didn’t… There’s no explosion?”

Your eyes go to her stomach, though what greets you couldn’t be anticipated. Far from the warnings, her stomach screen has switched to pink font, reading:

Viable seed detected.

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Scanning for pregnancy…

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Scanning for pregnancy…

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It beeps, just once.

Successful pregnancy detected. Explosive activities offline.

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You gasp, raking in a sharp breath that somehow feels more poignant than the moment demands. You pull your torso back a little, just to take all of her in, a daring, shocked smile dancing at your lips.

“You… Everything’s okay!”

She laughs, as surprised as you are, but you both are very, very glad of this. It’s not as if you wanted to go out that day, but you need more, to live out some time with her, or even a life. But it’s not as if you ever want to force Iggy into anything. That’s not what you’re like, not who you are.

“I didn’t even know my body could do that!” She laughs and nuzzles into your neck, pulling you suddenly to her again, though your length is still gently inside her. “This… This is amazing. You are amazing.”

That’s not something you know how to respond to and, for the first time that evening, Iggy has you at a loss for words. On her stomach, the countdown changes, no longer counting down to an explosion, but, very clearly, switching from the immediate risk to a nine-month countdown. It doesn’t take a genius, undoubtedly, to work out what is going on there. Your chest warms, heart beating strongly and smoothly with pride.

Together, the two of you can do anything.

Iggy’s cheeks are red with a blush, but you kiss it gently, first one cheek and then the other. Her arms are around you and you can barely pull back, but it’s not as if you want to. You want to be there with her, your hearts beating in sync with each other, like the rest of the world simply does not matter anymore.

“Thank you,” she breathes. “Heh… I guess I won’t be doing much fighting for a while, but…this feels more important. You are important now, to me.”

You kiss her and the stars align. Finding Iggy and seducing her are the best things you’ve ever done.

On her stomach, the countdown changes to eight months and thirty days, slowly edging you both towards your goal.