“So much has changed in our world in just a few short years. What was once a fairly simple ecosystem has been uprooted by the dangers of science left unchecked. The madman that had so plagued our world is now gone for good. Therefore, we can begin the process of healing. That is where you, the future of science, come in. Each one of you is on your way towards becoming the new leaders of this strange new world. We live in a world filled with elder deities, magic, items of power, space and dimensional travel, and robotics and genetics previously unheard of. Today, I wish that all of you take the time to get to know each other. Figure out how you will take scientific study out of the dark ages of tyranny and into a bright and noble future. Remember: together, we can make Mobius a paradise like no other.”
The auditorium fills with roaring applause from the students filling the seats. The speaker, the young, but talented Miles Prower proves to be a rousing beacon of hope for all in attendance.
“Th… thank you!” the fox says, rubbing the back of his head. “We’re going to break out into our fields of expertise and meet some of our fellows. I look forward to meeting all the other engineers around here, for sure!”
And that is the last Anaya sees of the prodigy, as her field is in Biology, specifically botany. The binturong eagerly heads towards the greenhouse where the biology department is holding its sessions and meets-and-greets. Today, she dresses comfortably in a t-shirt and jeans, though seeing some of the others here in their full three-piece suits and labcoats makes her feel like she has a target on her back. The ‘unprofessional’ one among a sea of those who take their stations very seriously.
She comes across a small group, gathered around a spinning sunflower, and remarking on the thing. “Hey, did you know that these are native to South Island, specifically Green Hill Zone?” she chirps up. “The spinning action of the petals actually is an alternative form of energy production, based on the island’s proclivity on shifting along the sea due to the whims of the Chaos emeralds. Sometimes, they need to utilize wind energy instead of solar due to the lack of sunlight in some areas at different times of the year.”
“My, my, I never thought about that.” The voice comes from another newcomer, a purple echidna wearing glasses and a dress that shimmers in the sunlight, clinging to her body. Anaya cannot help but stare at the newcomer, both for her shimmering form and the sheer fact of who she is. “Cian… Se…?”
“Ah, my reputation precedes me,” the echidna says. She places a hand upon her chest, “and here I thought I would get to have some sort of normal conversation with fellow academics.”
The students now turn immediately towards the echidna, asking her all sorts of questions about her thesis. Of course, Anaya had read it. Who wouldn’t be fascinated by a study of the genealogy of humans and Mobians, discovering the shared ancestor through genetic testing and genome mapping? So many questions were being thrown at the echidna that Anaya just decides to shrug and make her way away from the whole ordeal and grab herself a snack.
Sitting at a bench with her tail poking through the back, she sighs and takes a sip from her drink. Her own personal musings lean towards the recognition given to Cian-Se for all of her work. And what attention does Anaya have? Well, there is one thing, but is it really what she wants people to think about when they think about her, the botanist?
Cian-Se doesn’t let her stew for long, as the echidna arrives, sitting next to the binturong on the bench. “I thought I’d never get rid of them,” she says, crossing one leg over the other. “But it’s good to finally get a chance to talk to THE Anaya.”
Anaya shifts in her seat, trying not to let the recognition get to her heads. “Oh? I’m not sure what you’d think of me,” she says. “I’m just a botanist, after all.”
“Oh, but your work on the specimens from Little Planet is the future,” she says. “Who could imagine cleaner energy than from plants?”
“Heh, yeah… well, I guess having those samples to work with was one of the good things that came out of the Robotnik Wars. How else were we going to get alien flora like that?”
“Oh, there’s so much we can study thanks to him,” Cian-Se says. She then narrows her eyes and leans in, whispering. “You know, it’s often because of atrocities, that good, ethical scientists like us can get any major breakthroughs done. It takes someone willing to bend the rules to achieve real progress.”
“That’s… a pretty morbid way to go about things, don’t you think?”
Cian-Se shrugs. “Echidna history is filled with tragedies and casualties. Through every war, exile, and genocide, the one thing that kept it going is the desire to grow and develop knowledge by means some would find strange and dangerous.”
Anaya quirks an eyebrow. “And why are you telling me this, exactly?”
“I figured a botanist would understand some of the more intriguing options that come via genetics, especially one with the genetic opportunities that you provide.”
She frowns. “Are you suggesting I’m some kind of test subject?”
“Maybe,” Cian-Se says, “but I’m attracted to great minds with great bodies, especially ones who come fully equipped.”
“How did you-?”
“Please, you aren’t exactly hiding your gifts. How many girls do you pick up on weekends? Word gets around at what you’re packing. Smart and hung? I need to get me some of that action. What do you say…?”
The two decided that the best place for their little experiment would be in the locker room, just a building away from the presentation at hand. “No need for our peers to find out before I publish my findings,” Cian-Se says to Anaya. The binturong isn’t quite sure if the echidna is playful or deadly serious. She is even unsure once they are in the locker room, and the echidna locks to door on them. Once Cian-Se presses her body up against her own and plants her mouth, her tongue, deep into hers, Anaya no longer cares.
Their clothes lay scattered on the tiled floor, discarded without any plan. The two find themselves in one of the shower stalls, Anaya with her back against the wall, fingers gripping against the tile, fighting to not grab the echidna. Cian-Se squats down in front of Anaya, staring with wide-eyed wonder at the massive cock before her eyes.
“Yes, quite amazing!” Cian-Se says. “This has to be larger than any Mobian male on record.
“S… so, Cian-Se…” Anaya says, panting in her anticipation, “what is your hypothesis? Your variables…?”
Cian-Se shrugs, looking to the binturong in the eyes, her own lids half-closed and fluttering. “Oh, I don’t know, I like to take a more renegade approach on my studies when they’re this hung.”
She finishes her claim by wrapping her lips along the size of that massive cock. She slides her lips, her tongue, along the shaft, up and down over the flared tip.
Anaya hisses, tilting her head against the wall, her chest heaving as she fights back the urge to moan out. “Nnnna… CianSss…”
The echidna pulls away, her lips right in front of that flared, equine member. “Yes?” she breathes out, her breath huffing on the sensitive head, which bucks like the wild stallion it is.
“You sure you can handle me not being clinical. Because, if you’re not… then I can’t hold back.”
“Oh, really?” Cian-Se says, raising her palm, the flared bit of the head resting upon the echidna’s carpal tunnel. “You want to claim me, Anaya?”
“Ahh…?”
“You want to fill me, Anaya?”
“Nngh…”
“You want to fuck me, Anaya? Breed me!?” Her voice gets louder until it becomes a shrill scream of want.
“Aaaah!” Her response does not come as a coherent word. Instead, she reaches forward, grabbing the echidna by the dreadlocks and shoving her face up against her giant member. Anaya grunts and huffs, thrusting her hips forward, slapping over her face with that giant thing, watching as it bulges the echidna’s throat. She savors when she sees one eye open, and the other half closed and hears the desperate glugging of a slut enjoying her favorite meal.
When Anaya thinks that Cian-Se has enough, the binturong pulls the echidna back. She watches as the scientist looks to her with her hazy, lust-filled eyes, chest rising and falling, and her mouth wide open both from the thick, fat cock jammed down her throat moments before and the need to breathe.
“Got anything to say, so far?” Anaya says, a smirk on her face, tilting her head in a dominant, jerkish motion.
Cian-Se wipes her chin, coughing, and taking in another deep breath. “You are quite resilient,” she says. “But, you never answered my question, Anaya.” She tilts her head down, keeping her eyes locked upon her, reaching downwards as she spreads her legs and spreads her labia lips. “Do you want to breed me, Anaya…?”
Anaya squats down before the echidna, placing her hands upon her shoulders. She looks deeply into Cian-Se’s eyes, panting through her mouth, her cock screaming for more stimulation. Anaya looks for anything to say to her in response, but finds unable, no, unwilling, to say anything. Instead, she spins the doctor around, pinning her down to the tiled floor, and pressing her flared head against the scientist’s wanting sex.
She pushes in, but there is some resistance there. After all, the scientist is only Mobian. Anaya’s cock is monstrous, yet satisfying if her previous lovers had anything to say about it. She groans, throwing her head back, gripping onto the echidna’s shoulders. “Aahaghc.. Fuck… fuck, Cian… Cian-Se…” she hisses, filling the echidna, scratching that itch, that primal need.
Cian-Se groans out herself, wiggling her butt, her tail wagging in joy. “Aaah, yes, I’m a test for a grand experiment!” she gasps. “Fill me so we can see just how potent you are!”
Anaya squeezes her eyes shut, clenching her teeth, pinning the echidna down by her wrists now. She thrusts, over and over again, rubbing the purple breasts against the tiled floor, letting water pour all over their bodies, hissing into the scientist’s ear.
“H… how many girls have you fucked…? How many have you impregnated? Aaah!”
“N… none!” Anaya says. “I, ah… don’t think, ffaah… I can!”
“U… Unacceptable!” the scientist says, her cheek smashed against the ground. “W… we need to t.. Test, ffcc… and. We, ah… need to see… just … just what-nnngh! We can make!”
“Oh, gods, Cian-Seeeee!” Anaya cries out, thrusting herself hips deep into the echidna. That monster dong bulges the biologist. The poor girl probably can’t handle too much of this. Still, Anaya is a woman possessed by a sickening desire to fill, to conquer, to claim, and to take. Soon, she has her way, with a final slam into her, she fills Cian-Se, shooting off with such power, that her cock rockets out of the canal from the pressure of jizz pouring out of her!
Cian-Se lays on the shower floor, panting, eyes rolling back, cum oozing out of her.
But she is filled, and she is content.
Anaya basks in the afterglow’s beauty, but soon fumbles around, turning the valve of the shower shut with a firm thrust. She falls to the floor with a quick plap and scoops Cian-Se up in her arms. “Oh, oh shit, are you alright? I… I didn’t mean to, like fuck you silly? Come on, let’s get you out of here and dried off and-”
The echidna grabbed the binturong by the hair and pulls her in, lips locking against lips. Anaya freezes up upon receiving that powerful connection, but soon opens her mouth and lets that tongue invade her mouth.
Cian-Se’s fingers grasp now at Anaya’s shoulders, pulling her in until the other woman collapses onto the ground with her in a shallow splash.
Body pressed against body and back pressed against the floor. Legs intertwine around one another as hands explore and lusts flare once again. It takes a moment for Anaya to think of something that makes her break the kiss and gasp. “C… Cian-Se… w… what scientific purpose does… does this have?”
Cian-Se rolls her eyes, her hands moving back underneath Anaya’s locks. “You big nerd,” the scientist said. “I just wanted to make out with a hottie like you while I still had a chance. Got a big project coming up, you know.”
Anaya frowns upon hearing that. “Ah, I see, well… it was nice getting to know you,” she says, rubbing Cian-Se’s thigh. “Shame, we can’t do a follow-up study.”
“Oh, I fully intend to,” Cian-Se says, leaning in, pressing nose against nose. “Now, let’s get cleaned up. We must get back to the conference, and I still want to s-stand for the presentations.”
—
Cian-Se is about to leave her hotel room when she hears a knock on the door. She sighs and peers through, only to gasp at the sight before her. She unlocks and unlatches the door, throwing it open.
That’s when Anaya saunters on in, taking a seat on the bed, her legs spread gently. In her tank top and shorts, her bulge is clearly visible. “Good morning. Thought I’d give you a going-away present. After all, you didn’t get to see my real trick.”
Cian-Se gulps when she hears that. “Oh, yes? Is that so?”
Anaya bites her lip, letting her finger spread her fly open. It had been unzipped already. From between the folds emerges a long, red, pulsing thing. It twirls and untwirls and divides into multiple tentacles. “After all, I’m more than what you could ever imagine.”
Cian-Se’s heart thumps at the sight of the transforming cock before her. When Anaya stands up, the woman seems more significant than before, more forceful, more dominant.
The echidna gulps, her eyes trailing up over the binturong’s body. She drops her bag and flings herself upon the other woman’s arms.
What follows is a series of the lewdest rutting to ever be had between two women of science. Cian-Se finds herself at the whims of the shapeshifter. Anaya gives her deepest secrets away to the scientist as she fills her repeatedly. Anaya fills every hole, gropes every curve, and tries every position she can muster.
Cian-Se’s phone buzzes and her hand flails around along the floor, trying to catch the thing. But she’s naked, stained in cum, wearing only disheveled glasses, and gasping with each thrust into her ravaged sex.
She eventually grasps it, adjusting her glasses and peering at her messages. “Oh, fuck, Anaya, aah!”
“Yes… that’s what I’m doing!” the wonder of nature says,
“No, no, my plane, I’m going to miss it if I don’t hurry!”
The strands of tentacles retract and form back into a somewhat natural-looking shape. “Ah, I see…” Anaya says. “Well, I guess you can’t make your flight, and you’ll have to say here for a bit longer.” She snickers at this, stroking her cock.
“Ugh… you are insufferable,” Cian-Se says.
“Yet, you can’t get enough of me.”
“Very cute,” Cian-Se says. Well, I hope you know this sours my opinion of you,” she says, hands on her hips, but not covering her modesty.
Anaya grabs her discarded shorts off of the nightstand and pulls from their pockets two tickets. “Well, maybe this will sweeten your attitude?”
Cian-Se swipes the tickets, reading over them. “Hm… this is troubling behavior, I do hope you realize.”
“You strike me as a girl who likes to get in a little trouble,” Anaya says, her dick bouncing around in its own little dance. “Besides, that plane doesn’t leave until tomorrow morning,” she smirks when she says this, opening her arms wide.
Cian-Se smirks, placing the tickets upon the desk. “Ah, yes, well, what is science without a few risks? My dear, Anaya, I hope you don’t mind becoming part of a study in which we analyze how a beast makes love.”
Anaya frowns. “H-hey, look, just because I can turn into some monstrosity and I manipulated you doesn’t make me a-”
Cian-Se climbs up on top of her, pinning her shoulders against the headboard and then kisses the binturong full on the mouth. When the echidna pulls back, she licks over the other woman’s lips and whispers gently into her ear. “Oh, you poor fool… I wasn’t talking about you. I’m talking about the beast with insatiable lust.”
Anaya grabs Cian-Se by the waist and throws her down against the bed. “Well then, beast, meet a monster!”