Section CE-1 of the M.P.C. Black site, the area in which all specially selected underwent post liquid robotization testing procedures was never short on occupants today. A very large room the size of a warehouse held said inmates, lines up in two rows separated by their genders, males to one side with females to another side, with both facing the other from a distance. The two groups were lined in such a way where they each had another subject at their sides, the section between the males and female was separated by a walkway with various guards and scientists walked about, looking on at the events taking place. Every single mobian that were in these line-ups had been completely stripped down to their fully naked, metal forms, soulless eyes staring straight ahead with vacant, mouth-less expressions as they had been set on their hands and knees. Each inmate sported a machine behind them that pushed various, phallus shaped objects within their tail holes, females getting a second that went right into the snatch. Both also had milkers strapped onto themselves as well, males around their shafts and females on their breasts, both of which produced the liquid metal that they had all been subjected to and coated with. Even while being hooked up to these instruments that normal mobians would find either great pleasure or pain from, none of the subjects moved, and if they did, barely at all. The machine to their backs pushed the rods in and out of their shiny metal insides, gathering and depositing data all the while with the subject's bodies occasionally hit an orgasm and let more of the liquid substance shoot out into the milkers. The tubes that carried their product flowed down below them and into a tank out of view, it was a harvesting operation. One of these subjects was a jackal, sat at the very end of the male line up, his black and white coloration with a scar across his right eye confirmed him to be Infinite, former enemy of the resistance, turned prisoner of the Black site, now labeled as inmate 8008. He sat there on all fours just like the others, probing machine in his rear pounding away and milker vacuumed tightly around his shaft to gather his fluids. Sharing the same no mouthed expression as the rest of the lot, he stared forward blankly as another mobian walked up to him, female body type wearing a high tech suit and helmet that masked the rest of her features. She stood there, looking up at the metal jackal as the data was gathering. “Status report.” She ordered. When doing so, another female voice spoke from around the area, this one with a more robotic tone, showing it to be an AI. “Subject BSP-8008 status nominal, Session time 1 hour 43 minutes 57 seconds, no resistance detected, will and personality have been completely repressed without issue, subject's production quota has exceeded the norm by 76% and is climbing slightly higher.” “Do you have an explanation for that last part?” She asked, sounding a bit curious. “Subject possesses higher than average stamina due to training and battles, possible reason for his body reacting to the liquid metal in terms of productivity. Other aspects pertaining to the ease in which he has surrendered himself is unknown.” “Pfft, no need to explain that one, weakling probably enjoy the process. What about the personality matrix? Has that been fully integrated yet?” “Yes ma'am, once disconnected from the probe, you'll be able to activate it whenever you wish.” “Good, release him.” “Affirmative.” Once ordered, the machines that held the metal Infinite in place had ceased operations. The probe pulled it's way out of his rear and the milker did the same in kind, letting his shaft free with a drip of metal formed at the tip of the still erect shaft. His captor walked forward a bit and hopped up onto the platform they all stood on. “Stand and follow 8008, you're needed for more testing. Seems you're rather popular with the suits and directors, they want to see just how well you've adjusted.” She hopped off the platform once finished as Infinite slowly rose to his bare feet, shaft still standing straight up at attention and doing the same, following her obediently as she walked out of the section and into another, passing various other subjects along the way that looked on in horror, their fates yet to be decided. The two made their way to the female inmate storage area, a room filled with what looked to be stasis pods, some occupied some not. The stopped in front of one holding what looked to be a sleeping fox, red in color and completely stripped of her clothing. She was stood up against the back of the pod with her wrists and legs shackled to the back, keeping her in place. “Sin.” “Yes ma'am?” The AI spoke inquisitively. “Give 0935 a double does of the wake up stim, I want her up now.” “Understood.” From within the pod, the fox stirred groggily as her head spun back and forth, letting out an annoyed grunt as she slowly awakened. Opening her eyes, she attempting to raise her arms to rub them but then quickly realizing they were bound down to her sides. “W-what the?!” The fox yelled, looking around frantically and struggling against her restraints. “Where the hell am I?! Who the hell are you people?! Get me out of this thing right now before I bust out and smash your faces in!....AND WHERE THE HELL ARE MY CLOTHS?!” “Fiona the Fox, you are in the M.P.C. Black site and have been charged and found guilty of several crimes. Those include several counts of theft, murder, and fraud against the M.P.C. Company itself for not paying the bill of having your protege Scourge the Hedgehog re-educated. As such, your rights have been stripped and you are now a non-person, property of the Black site Your new designation will be Inmate IED-0935.” The agent said bluntly to the criminal fox, clearly giving her a similar speech to the one she gave Infinite. “Pahahaha! Seriously? Please, I've broken out of places like this before easily, you think you can hold me here sweetie? Fat chance! You perverts and your power trips....Pft, I'll be out of here by day's end so I hope you get a good look at me because I'm not sticking around long. I see your shiny friend there likes what he sees.” She smirked, clearly not threatened at all by the agent's words. “You'll find escape to be impossible 0935, you belong to us now.” “I don't belong to anyone sweet heart! I'm my own girl, I do what I want and take what I want! You think I care you didn't get your payday from making Scourge all submissive for me? Oh boo hoo, the corporation didn't get it's money, big whoop. Oh and thanks for that by the way, he's been such a good boy after what you taught him.” Fiona's smirk didn't subside, in fact it grew more sly when she spoke. The agent however, was not amused in the slightest, tapping a few times on her wrist while looking square at the bound fox. “Then you'll be pleased to know we've taken him in as ours too, with some time we can improve on him, but that's not why I'm here.” Tapping one more button, Fiona's pod suddenly opens it's clear glass front, exposing her to the elements of the facility. She'd attempt to lunge forward and take on the duo, but that was quickly foiled thanks to the restraints which made the fox grunt and cuss in annoyance. Soon however, things got a bit more frantic for Fiona as she felt her wrists and ankles forcibly being pushed forward and back, making her get out of the pod and walk towards the two of them. “W-why the hell is this!? What's the big idea?! You like that? Making me act like your own personal naked puppet you sickos!? When I get out of here I'm going shove these things on you and see how YOU like being paraded around!” She protested loudly before the restraints forced her down to the floor on all fours, now both looking and feeling very exposed. “Good, on the ground right where you belong. 8008, initiate injection sequence V-3.” Upon hearing the order, the metal jackal walked over and behind the grounded fox, she herself yelling all the while as he approached. As he stood behind her, Infinite got onto his knees, gripping the base of Fiona's tail with one of his hands and pulling it to the side. From these actions, and the fact that they were in the buff, she quickly put two and two together as the jackal lined up his metal rod with her closed snatch, ready for insertion. “Ooh don't you Daaaaaar-aaaAAAaaaaAAAAaaahhhhh~!” Her words melting away into a slurry as she was penetrated by the metal male, his cold shaft entering her inner walls with little effort. Fiona's face went redder than her fur as the jackal slide right in, she herself climaxing already from his touch, spraying her juices out onto the ground while moaning out high into the sky. This sensation was new to her, she was used to sex thanks to her green hedgehog, but this was on a different plain entirely, something about his metallic cock made her body shake violently as lightning bolts bounced around within her, starting from her now soaking wet nethers. He didn't even start rocking his hips forward and back until her orgasm faded off. “You were saying 0935?” The agent asked, kneeling down in front of the fox, her tongue lapped out from astonishing lust. “Ooooah! F-forget a-about what I saaaaaaaid.. Just...Mmmph!! Don't make him STOOOP! Aaaahhhh~!!” She belted out, her slurred words dripping with need as the metal jackal rocked her world, the agent standing back up and simply observing. Infinite was giving Fiona a workout, his hips rocked forward and back in hard wet slaps as he continued his instructed sequence, Fiona herself only able to stay up due to the restraints but even then, only just. Her legs buckled together as she moan out once more, her rebellious nature being quickly pushed aside in favor of such a good lay. As she came again however, it wouldn't be long before her life would be changed forever...for better...or worse. After a couple more climaxes from the horny fox, Infinite pushed forward once last time hilting into her as his own climax hit him, however synthetic it was to his body, it didn't matter what so ever to him as he was only there to complete his order. The load that shot out of him and into Fiona was unlike any shot she had felt in the past, this one was cold and heavy and felt as if it was spreading all around within her, coating her insides and then some. The orgasm of the jackal was strong enough that much of the liquid metal he had injected into her had spray out between his shaft and onto the two of them, slowly trickling down to the floor. Fiona herself basically took a nose dive into a pool of ecstasy, her mind going clouded as the liquid metal spread out from within her, down her legs and slowly across her body coating her. She screamed, cumming again from the sensation but this time her juices had been replaced by the very substance that was coating her and driving her up the wall. Pulling out, the jackal stood up and walked to the front of the slowly converting fox girl, shaft still stiff and ready to go. Fiona sneakingly looked upward as the cuffs around her wrists had moved back, pushing her arms up and making her adopt a sitting up pose, the metal slowly ascending upward from her loins and to her chest. All she could do was stare at the metal beast, maw drooling open as she gazed at his tool. “Cum in her mouth.” The agent ordered. Fiona was delighted at the command, any sense of resisting had already left her entirely, she was just enjoy thing far too much to care as the jackal approached her once more. She opened wide as Infinite gripped one side of her head carefully to gain a little bit of leverage as he inserted his shaft into her early waiting mouth. He only pushed his hips forward once as another load shot right out, causing Fiona's eyes to roll up, enjoying it's sweet and heavy taste as she came once last time, forming a puddle below. Pulling out and stepping back, Infinite went into a standby phase as a new source of liquid metal slowly curled it's way out of the fox's maw, coating her cheeks, then face, then eyes before meeting with the first source and mixing together until she was completely coated. As with him before, Fiona's form vaguely took on what she was in the past, before forming properly and going from a bright silver color to a darker, metallic shade of her previous red. Much like her jackal giver, her mouth was now gone and her eyes matched his, red irises with a screen-like, black in color scelra. Her restraints, sensing that the conversion was successful, released themselves from the metal fox, she herself remaining on the ground as still as a rock until ordered to stand. “Good, Unit 0935 you will head to section CE-1 for data collection, dismissed.” Without a single bit of hesitation, metal Fiona walked away as ordered, the naked female vanishing from view as she made her way to the instructed area. “8008, it seems the quality of your performance is non-suspect. Follow me.” The agent made her way with her metal helper to a different area of the facility, this one more start white in color and less industrial looking. After a bit, the two came to a white door given the label: Section B-7 Private Unit Storage. Stepping in, the room itself was actually a long hallway with similar doors on each wall, each with a light above the door frame that either read occupied or vacant. She led Infinite to one of the vacant ones and shut the door, the inside itself was completely stark white with the only two exceptions being another probe and milking device from the previous section with the rest of the inmates. Turning to him, the agent uttered a phrase. “Initiate personality matrix mode.” Infinite's eyes shut quickly for a moment as one of his hands rubbed against his now shaking head. Along-side that, another feature had returned to him, his mouth, opening right up as he took a breath, the insides being made entirely of liquid metal, just like the rest of his body. Soon he stood in front of his agent, a little more relaxed....and spoke. “Unit 8008 personality matrix successfully functioning. Hello agent, how might I be of service to you?” The way he spoke was professional yet also a bit casual, seeming taking a bit of sentience from his old self and mixing it with the obedience of the new. “Are you aware of who you once were and what you're meant to be now?” “Yeah, in my old life I was known as Infinite the Jackal, leader of Jackal squad and formally assisting the Eggman empire against a resisting force. I have been incarcerated in the Mobian Pleasure Center's Black site area and have undergone liquid metal conversion as part of the right stripping court order. I belong to the company and am yours to command. Frankly I wouldn't have it any other way.” “Very good, I hope you've been enjoying that new body of yours. It's been very useful but I need you to be on stand-by for a while and undergo more data analyzing and sample collection in here until instructed to do otherwise. We need to break in your personality matrix a bit but I have prior commitments.” “Aw you're making me blush ma'am, I'm gonna be all lonely back here? Hope you don't take too long.” He said slightly coyly, acting as if this was a casual conversion. “Hook in and await further instruction.” She said bluntly, leaving the room as large mag-locks engaged as the room became occupied. “Yes ma'am.” Infinite's tone spoke with a slight air of enthusiasm, eagerly heading over to the two machines and getting on all fours. The probing machine behind him soon activated and slowly pushed another data-collecting tool in his rear. “Ah...yeah~....” He cooed, fully able to express the enjoyment he was feeling. The milker soon latched itself around his metal shaft next with a satisfying slorp, and soon behind it's suctioning suckling. Infinite let his metallic tongue roam out free as he then became a moaning mess, the first of many climaxes hitting him, he released a large load of his metallic spooge, which the machine sucked down in it's entirety and sent it on it's way for collection.