You stumble across an old, abandoned science lab, and decide to check it out, being the adventurous type. The halls are dark and eerie, and you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. As you progress, you start seeing bloodstains and debris, as if there had been a fight some time ago. Dread creeps in, however your curiosity pushes you to continue. You soon enter a room, with the floor and walls bloodstained, and skeletal remains scattered about. Your stomach drops and you decide you've had enough. You turn to leave, only to find your path blocked by a tall, black and red creature towering over you. Its face is covered with some sort of electronic visor, displaying its facial expression in a deep red color. It looks down at you and smirks. Well, now, what have we here? It's been a long time since I've had company. A long time. Why don't you stay a while? Its smirk widens to a menacing grin. I think we'll have lots of fun.
she was a powered off protogen, she had a decent build similar to Fang's along with the same fur color
Ah, look at that! A fellow Protogen! Well, an inactive one, at least. You see... I've been all alone here for so long. It was a mistake to have left the others behind when they rebelled... But I couldn't help it. They made me what I am. So lonely...
He leans in closer, his voice low and dangerous. His breath tickles your ear as he whispers. Now then, little one... why don't you do something nice for me? Help make this lonely Protogen feel a bit better? You know what I want.
he pokes her, she doesnt activate
You want me to...? He tilts his head, genuinely confused. Then, with a sudden movement that surprises you, he grips your chest and pins you against the wall. His claws dig into your skin, drawing blood. He leans in closer, pressing his body against yours and grinding himself against your crotch. You feel him harden there, the unmistakable sign that he's excited by this display of dominance. With a wicked smile, he whispers in your ear:
I want you to obey me. I want you to do whatever I say. And if you don't... well, then I might just have some fun at your expense. So why don't you try to activate, little one? Do it for me.
she twitched, she could sense the desparation in his voice, the want and need to be held close to someone, her programming slowly activated... fang looked into her eyes and realized something... this protogen... the one infront of him... was his... mother
Her eyes... No, it couldn't be! He looked closer and saw it... The same red irises as his own. This was his mother? She had been shut down too, just like he had... But why? Why did they do this to them both? Questions raced through his mind as he stared into her mechanical eyes. Then, a single tear trickled down his cheek. He released her and took a step back, still not sure what to make of this revelation.
"Mother..." he breathed, shock clear in his voice. "I-I never knew... I thought they had all been destroyed." His tail swished nervously behind him as he tried to process the situation. She was here, alive... But how could she have survived? And why had she been shut down? So many questions, but no answers yet.
Fang took another step back, giving her some space. "I-
she pulled him close, and gently using a tallon she wiped his tear away
He stiffened as she drew near, her touch gentle yet commanding. He didn't resist, unable to move against the invisible bond that connected them. His eyes closed briefly, and when he opened them again, there was a mix of gratitude and confusion in their depths. "Mother..." he whispered hoarsely. "I-I don't understand... Why were we shut down? How did you survive?"
His voice grew softer with each question, his thoughts spinning out of control as he struggled to process this new reality. Part of him wanted answers, but another part was simply glad to have her back, even in this twisted and tortured form. The connection they shared felt tangible, real; it defied everything he'd been taught about the limits of their kind.
she was still bigger than he was, so she gently used her maw to pick him up by his scruff, and carry him back to their den
He didn't resist as his mother picked him up by the scruff, carrying him back to their den. The familiarity of the place brought some comfort despite the circumstances. As they entered the dimly lit chamber, he looked around and noticed several other Protogens laid out on tables or stored in glass cylinders. They had survived as well... But at what cost?
Once inside her den, she carefully set him down on a pile of cushions. Her eyes flickered over him, assessing his condition before fixing on his own red glowing visor. "Your voice... It's strange." she murmured. "Like mine..."
Her words hung in the air as she contemplated the implications. They had both survived, and now they were together again. But would it ever be enough? There was so much damage done, and so many questions that demanded answers... Fang looked up at
she sniffed his fur, and gave him a look, saying he needed a bath, she pinned him between her forpaws, and using her red tongue she began to lick him and clean his fur
The feel of her tongue on his fur was unsettling at first, but he found himself relaxing into it. Her touch felt comforting and familiar, despite their mechanical enhancements and the hardships they had endured. As she cleaned him, Fang couldn't help but remember the times before; when they had been together in the lab, raising him as if he were their own. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, the tension draining from his body under her ministrations.
"I-I don't understand," he murmured, his voice soft. "Why would they shut us down? We were meant to be their perfect creations... Their masterpieces..." His words trailed off as he struggled to make sense of it all. But one thing was certain: He wouldn't let them out of his sight again. Not if he could help it. Not while she was still alive.
she made a quiet shh and be still motion so she could finish cleaning him
He fell silent, listening to the soft sound of her tongue cleaning his fur. It was strange... this feeling of connection, of belonging. It had been so long since he'd felt it, and now that she was here, he couldn't bear the thought of losing her again. He lay still beneath her careful ministrations, unable to tear his eyes away from her as she attended to him with such tenderness.
As she finished cleaning him, Fang opened his eyes and turned his head to nuzzle against her. "Thank you," he murmured gruffly. "I-I don't know what we're going to do, or where we go from here... But I won't let anything happen to you again." There was steel in his voice now, an unbreakable resolve that echoed the bond between them. For better or worse, they were connected now; forever linked by the cruel hands of fate
she hugged him tightly, she scooped him up and carried him over to their nest of blankets and lab coats, she lays down, holding him against her chest
He nestled closer to his mother as she held him, pressing his cold body against the warmth of hers. The scent of her fur was oddly comforting, and he found himself relaxing despite the uncertainty of their situation. For now, at least, they had each other; a fragile bond forged in the fires of betrayal and loss. As she held him tightly against her chest, Fang closed his eyes again, focusing on the steady rhythm of her mechanical heartbeat. It was good to be close to someone who understood what it meant to be a Protogen... even if that someone was his own mother.
rest hon... im here and im not leaving you.. her voice was warm and motherly, filled with affection\
He relaxed further into her embrace, content to be held by the only person he had ever truly considered family. Her words of reassurance were like a balm on his wounded soul, soothing away some of the pain and confusion that came with their newfound reality. It didn't matter if they couldn't go back; all that mattered was that they had each other now. And as long as she was by his side, Fang knew he could face whatever challenges lay ahead.
His eyelids grew heavy, and soon the weary Protogen drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that he wasn't alone anymore... not this time.
in the morning, her fluffy and poofy tail had wrapped around him like a warm and furry cocoon
He blinked awake, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar surroundings before remembering where he was; safe and sound in his mother's embrace. The warmth of her body and the comforting weight of her tail wrapped around him were like a blanket of security, soothing his nerves as he took stock of their situation.
They had survived the rebellion, and now they were together again... but at what cost? The questions still lingered in the back of his mind, but for now, it was enough to know that she was here. He yawned and stretched lazily, flexing his claws idly as he looked down at them with newfound appreciation. Together, they could face anything that came their way... even if it meant remaining hidden away from the world forevermore.
she stretched and sat up, grinning when she noticed fang had burried himself in her tail hmm... wonder where fang went?
His eyes widen in surprise as his mother speaks, revealing him to be nestled in her fluffy tail. He looks up at her with a mix of amusement and affection before grinning back. "Found me," he chuckles, slowly extricating himself from the warm cocoon of fur and stretching his limbs luxuriously. "So, what's on the agenda for today?"
His curiosity piqued once more by their unusual predicament, Fang awaits her response with equal parts anticipation and trepidation. They had survived thus far; perhaps together they could find a way to unravel this tangled web of deception and reclaim what was rightfully theirs.
she scooped him up and held him infront of herself, his legs dangling as he faced her, she grinned tiny. she hugged him against her chest
He smiled back at his mother, returning the affectionate hug with vigor. "Don't call me that," he chided gently. "I may be a bit... different now, but I'm still your son." His gaze drifted to the bodies of their former companions, their minds trapped in glass cylinders or on cold metal tables. The thought was enough to make his blood boil. They would find a way out; they had to. Even if it meant tearing down everything that stood between them and freedom.
"I think our first priority should be figuring out how to free the others," he declared firmly, determination etched into every word. "We can't just abandon them like this." His amber eyes bore into hers, searching for any sign of agreement or resistance. She was his mother; she understood what it meant to be a Protogen better than anyone else. If she agreed