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 container means that she may never know. Over a dozen years had passed since Princess Sally first found her, and all the Hololynx knew was that she was to be the Princess’s friend when Sally needed her the most.
That purpose has played it’s course, and Nicole’s life has gone through many different phases, from protector to overlord to hated pariah to an idle watcher on the sidelines.
 People still use the nanites for their everyday lives, though it has never been at the level that it once was before Naugus took the throne. Each and every tiny robot makes up her physical form and allows her to enjoy the sensations any living creature can. 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, and, maybe, make it more real for someone else.

The councilwoman stares in awe at the tubes that line the white room. Each of them carries artifacts from the past wars, the vines of the Krudzu Hybrid Hydra, broken-down and discarded legionnaire limbs, and busted badnik bodies, some whose eyes still track the mongoose as she follows Nicole.
“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 correctly 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 factors in our world or the digital space to conclude that anything may go one forever. Even if we robotic beings can seemingly cheat death over and over again, it, too, shall come to us.
Inside the tube 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 is finite, and I’ve come to a conclusion about it years ago, Councilwoman. I wish to ensure that life and existence are happiest for all of my friends. That, it seems, is the true way to go about existing.”
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. “Your problem is a unique one to me, and one that I feel a unique solution can rectify. You are correct. It is 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!”
“I anticipated your response, Councilwoman, but I assure you this one is here of his own volition.” 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 beside 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 it’s there. Though, really, can’t misplace such a monster too often, right?” 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 upon the surface. With a new identity and areal purpose.”
“Real life… Nicole, what are you talking about? This Mobian can be a citizen with a few applications.”
“Well, for starters,” the rabbit says, rubbing his nose. “I kinda need an official pardon, I’d think. 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, shooting an annoyed, accusatory glare at Nicole. “What crime, exactly has this young man committed?
Nicole steps back, and up from the floor, a pile of junk rises up. “This man is not exactly as he appears to be.” The wreck is 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 at a picture, ain’t it? 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 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 a while for others to accept this new process of mine. Until then, why don’t we gather some more data?”
“Oh yeah? What are we doing this time? Eating something else? Who'd a thought that fueling up would be so fun? Running off of dead Mobosaur juice was just sick.”
“Indeed, the consumption of food does appear to be fun,” 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 between his legs, grabbing the one that is crossed and pulling it to the side. “That is another paar of being alive… of being biological. Tell me, do you have urges towards this form?”
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 grabs the lynx by the arms and pulls her in close, pressing their warm, naked, living bodies together. He pants, shaking his head as he feels her, his 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 warmth of her body and harden against 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 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 broken 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 murmurs…
“Yes… that’s the idea,” 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 various experiments she had conducted over the years, each of them had responded differently to this test, but each of them has provided impressive 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 pulls her legs away from his grasp and wraps 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 super-Mobian strength and reflexes, the Lynx pounces onto him, straddling him over the bed.
The former badnik grabs onto the 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 asks, 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. She stops and looks over her shoulder a moment. “Of course… we’re going to need to convince someone to sign off on this. Then, you can have all the girls you want.”
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 the girls…”
Nicole pads her way along the hall of the forgotten and broken machines. Pressing her hand upon one of the walls, she enters another 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 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 the former Nicole, and whose life now freezes as her body makes a new life, superior life…”