Lynx's Life

Nicole has had plenty of time to think about her role in life. She doesn’t know exactly where she comes from, and the loss of her original handheld “body” means that she may never know. She also went from a beloved protector to a hated devil to a curiosity of war-time necessity. Yes, people still use the nanites that technically make up her physical form. But ever since she had felt the sensations of what it means to be alive, she had been seeking some way to make it more real, to make it permanent.
The underground lab is where she worked on her various experiments, and she had no occassion to install an entryway, because she had no desire for anyone to be able to access them. But now comes the time for her to test her newest, and most desperate, means of achieving true life.
The councilwoman stares in awe at the tubes that line the white room. Each of them carry strange artifacts from the past war, the vines of the Krudzu Hybrid Hydra, broken down and discarded legionaire limbs, and busted badniks, some whose eyes still track the mongoose as she walks down the hall alongside the lynx.
“Nicole,” Isabella Mongoose says, “this all seems rather morbid. How, exactly, is this going to help me with my little, er, problem? Plus, I don’t believe you’re properly zoned for a creepy mad scientist’s laboratory.
“In my time living my life as a living Mobian and not some machine,” Nicole begins, walking up to one of the tubes and placing her hand upon it, “I have learned that life, even robotic life, is finite. There are far too many possibilities for one to successfully conclude that immortality is an option, even if we robotic beings can seemingly cheat death over and over again, it, too, shall come to us.
Inside it is the busted up remains of a Metal Sonic body. In its chest cavity is the remnants of a fractured shard of crystal, broken and destroyed a decade ago by a newer model of its line.
“Existence, even if it isn’t true life, is finite, and I’ve come to a conclusion about it years ago, Councilwoman. I wish to ensure that life and existence is happiest for all of my friends. That, it seems, is the true way.”
Isabella shakes her head. “So, what? Are you saying you are going to try to find a way to solve all my problems? If you’ve been spying on me like you claim you have, then you should know that’s not going to be an easy fix.”


Nicole nods at this and motions towards a wall. A panel recesses and disappears, revealing a chamber beyond. “Not easy… not painless, but possible. I want you to meet someone.”
Isabella steps into the room. It is dark, but a light flickers on, showing off one more tube. Inside, there is a young man, a Mobian rabbit, white, nude, and sleeping peacefully. The councilwoman spins around and shouts. “Nicole. Robots are one thing, but this is a Mobian, a person! You can’t just hold people in here against their will!”
“Who said anything about this being against their will?” Nicole says. With that, some of the monitors flare to life and the Mobian inside opens his eyes wearily, looking around the two standing before him. He smiles and stretches as the tube hisses open, allowing the naked form to slip free and onto the cold floor.
Nicole walks up besides the Rabbit and places a hand upon his shoulder. “Now, this is Councilwoman Isabella Mongoose. I want you to say ‘hello’ to the councilwoman.
Seeming to strain a bit, the rabbit ponders a moment, before extending his hand and saying “hello!”
Isabella takes the rabbit’s hand, her eyes glancing downward. “Uh… hello, sir… um… you might want to… ahem.”
The rabbit tilts his head and looks down. “Aw, this thing? Haha, sure, I’ll slip it away. Sometimes I forget I have one of thesethings… well, rarely,” he snickers as he looks over to Nicole.
Nicole frowns. “Please, sir, behave in front of the Councilwoman. This is your first presentation here outside of your, er, trial runs. She has a real chance of giving you a real life up on the surface.
“Real life… Nicole, what are you talking about? This man here could be a citizen of Mobotropolis just by filling out the right paperwork. Why would it be such a problem.”
“Well, for starters,” the rabbit says, rubbing his nose. “I guess you could say I’m something of a war criminal. Though, really, could you blame me? I was only following orders.”
“Oh, THAT’S reassuring,” Isabella says. “What crime, exactly has this young man committed?
“Now that you’ve asked, Councilwoman, I can show you. You see, this young man here was not always what he appeared to be.” Nicole steps back, and up from the floor a pile of junk rises up. Its twisted and warped beyond repair, but among the broken bits is a metallic head, shaped vaguely like that of a rabbit. The male reaches in and pulls out the head, shuddering as he looks upon it. “It’s like looking into an old photograph, yet more creepy, don’t you think? Oh right, shoot, I haven’t introduced myself!” he holds his hand out to the Councilwoman. “Hey there, Councilwoman Mongoose, my name is Splats, and I used to be a Badnik!”

“Such a shame that the Councilwoman didn’t stick around,” The nude rabbit boy said, sitting on the edge of the bed, with one leg crossed over the other. “She seemed like she would have been a fun ride.”
Nicole stepped into the sterile bedchamber, sighing as she approaches Splats. “Well, I assumed it would take awhile for others to accept this new process of mine. Until then, why don’t we gather some more data from you.”
“Oh yeah? Well, gotta say I loved that last one. Eating? Who’dya thought that fueling up would be so fun?”
“Indeed,” says Nicole, as her hands move up to the seems of her dress. “But today, we are testing another biological urge.” With a flick, she undoes the purple gown and it falls off of her body, exposing herself before the newly-Mobianized badnik.
Splats coughs as he drinks in her body. The curves of her hips, the fullness of her breasts. “W… whoa… I…”
“That feeling you have right now,” Nicole says, stepping up betwee his legs, grabbing the one that is crossed and pulling it to the side. “That is another feeling of living things. Tell me, do you have urges towards me?”
The rabbit nods, gripping onto the sheets. The lynx notices this and continues. “Let me feel them…”
His eyes widen as he pushes himself up, standing slightly taller than her. The rabbit grabbed the lynx by the arms and pulled her in close, pressing their warm, naked, living bodies together. He pants, shaking his head as he feels her, hhs hands moving down along her back, one of them wrapping around her tail. The other squeezes her butt.
Nicole lifts one leg, wrapping it around his waist and pulling his hips in. This allows his member to feel the wamrth of her body and harden as it feels her. “I… uh… I…”
“No need to talk,” Nicole says, “Just show me what it means for you to be alive… Don’t hold back…”
Splats’s brows furrow, and he grabs onto the Lynx’s shoulders. With a thrust, he pushes her down, falling onto the cold tile floor. He grabs her, one ankle at a time, and pulls her up, her legs under his arms as she lays upon her shoulders. There is a bit of a hesitation in the rabbit’s face, but his chest rises and falls in roken breaths as he sees the lynx under him, glancing up with eyes that did not show fear, worry, or pain, but lust, real lust. “F… fuck…” he murmers…
“Yes, please,” Nicole says.
He couldn’t help himself as he lowered onto her, his cock sliding deep into her womanhood. She groans as she feels the large rabbit cock spreading her apart. He doesn’t give her a lot of time to get used to it before he hammers down into her, pumping, jackhammering into her.
Nicole’s tits bounce with each thrust. Out of the the various experiments she had conducted over the years, each of them had responded differently to this test, but each of them have provided interesting results.
The lynx moans, fluttering her eyes up at the rabbit. This only spurred him to fuck her even harder, squeezing her legs and groaning out, “Aaangh…. N… nicole, I feel…”
With a surprising amount of strength, Nicole pulled her legs away from his grasp and wrapp around his hips, keeping him from pulling out. With her palms on the floor, she pushes her body back up against him, making him stumble back over the bed. Springing up with her supermobian strength and reflexes, the Lynx pounces onto him, straddling him over the bed.
The former badnik reached up, grabbing onot hte Lynx’s bouncing tits. He grits his teeth, feeling the need to hold back his final climax, but Nicole slams onto him, over and over again.
Soon, he arches his back, letting out a humiliating whimper as he shoots out his load all up inside of Nicole’s body.
The lynx looks down at him with narrowed, sultry eyes. Licking her lips, she pulls herself up from him, standing up, his fluids dripping down between her legs. “That’ll be all, Splats. Soon, you may just be able to head out to the real world.”
“Y… you think so?” Splats asked, a dumb grin spreading over his face.
“Of course, and then, you’ll be able to do this will all the girls you want.” Nicole smirks and steps out of the room, as filled as she is with his semen.
Splats lays back, resting his head in his hands and crossing one leg over the other. Sighing, the New Mobian closes his eyes and says. “Ah… out in public… all them girls…”
Nicole pads her way along the hall of the forgotten and broken machines. Pressing her hand upon one of the walls, she enters teh other secret chamber. There, a line of tubes, similar to the one Splats was in, light up. Most of them are empty, but there are a few other lynxes there, each of them Nicole, but in varying stages of pregnancy. Nicole rubs her stomach, a soft smile on her face before the empty tube in front of her opens up.
“They’re all doing well, says a voice from behind Nicole. Out from the nanites that make the wall, another Nicole emerges. I’ll proceed with the grand experiment, just like you did for your predecessor.”
Nicole nods and slides on into the tube. “I understand. We all must make sacrifices, for the proliferation of life.”
And the tube seals around Nicole, whose life began when she replaced hte former Nicole, and whose life now goes on pause as her body makes new life, superior life…”