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At some point, Grace of course realizes it's living in a zoo enclosure. Then comes a Discussion. 

"Rocky."

It sat Rocky down and brought up the subject by being uncharacteristically blunt and saying "Look, I would've appreciated a heads-up before becoming a zoo attraction."

Which sent Rocky into a total panic - it told the xenology team to not let Grace know! Now Grace is going to be offended or mad about being a zoo animal! There's no way to sugarcoat this! - and had it screeching out apologies. It won't be able to withstand Grace being mad at it, because the last time Grace was mad at Rocky Grace ignored Rocky. IGNORED. The silent treatment had grated so bad on Rocky's nerves it felt like it was going to go insane.

"ROCKY! CHILL OUT!"

Rocky slows. Grace is still kneeling from where it had settled after first saying 'we need to talk' (worst words in the universe, by the way). Rocky doesn't get any closer, just fiddles nervously with its fingers.

"Rocky, look. This isn't- I'm not mad about it. Honest! I kinda…" It rubs the back of its 'neck' with a hand. "Kinda already figured it out a while ago."

Grace laughs, flashing its 'teeth'. "I mean, we'd do the same thing on Earth if this was all reversed. I get it! I'm an alien, I knew this was a possibility."

"Along with dissection," Rocky grumbles. "And starving to death. Does not mean good thing. Does not mean Grace happy about it."

"But I am! Look, Eridians are learning from me, right?"

Rocky hums a begrudging confirmation. 

"Then I'm happy about it! You know me. Once a teacher, always a teacher. Plus, it could be worse."

That is true, all of it. Rocky sighs. "Okay. If Grace is sure Grace not mad at Rocky…"

"I'm sure, buddy. C'mere." Grace reaches forward and wraps Rocky in a 'hug'. Rocky accepts it, reciprocates, feeling the familiar noises of Grace's organs. 

"Team will ask more questions," Rocky warns. "Want to do experiments on Solean behavior."

"Oho, boy. I'm looking forward to that."

And Grace isn't lying, and neither is Rocky: within days of the conversation, the xenology team is approaching Grace and asking many more questions about Solean things, especially enrichment and differences between their respective biological functions. They already were, of course, but something seems to have emboldened them. 

What everyone finds absolutely ridiculous is Solean hunting, though.

"Sorry," Historian Lilith wheezes out. It's almost laughing too hard to keep going. "You're saying- you- Soleans just walk your prey to death? And you became the apex predators on your planet? How does that work?!"

Every other member of the team present is cackling, including Rocky: Grace alone stands sober, pouting in the way it does when it's offended. 

"What's so unbelievable about that?! It's a very effective way to hunt!"

Rocky snorts. "Grace lying. No way walking is efficient! Ambush is better. Example!" And Rocky lunges playfully for Grace, relishing the squeal and the scramble backwards. Then Grace stands up taller. "Okay! I'll show you. Who wants to get hunted?"

Everyone instantly steps back, leaving Rocky at the forefront. Figures. All that talk about how it's not realistic and yet they scatter at the idea of being the prey. Frankly, Rocky can't blame them - nobody wants to be hunted, after all, especially by an alien that breathes oxygen - but it raises a hand anyways. "I volunteer. Grace hunt me. Then we know truth once and for all."

The grin that split Grace's face somehow seems even creepier than usual. It goes off to prepare, murmuring about contacting the substitute teacher that takes over when Grace gets sick. Huh?

Rocky disregards that and prepares by simply making sure the atmosphere suit is fully ready. It knows Grace isn't really going to hurt it, but it has to reassure several members of the xenology team and Adrian, who's come to watch, of that fact. "Seriously? It's Grace. Grace won't hurt me. Grace can't even hurt me!" It starts to mutter about how ridiculous they're all being when someone points out that Grace could potentially break the atmosphere suit with the abundance of rocks in the enclosure, trapping Rocky in the deadly Solean-safe atmosphere, which stops Rocky dead.

It's Atmosphere Specialist Superman, well-known to be paranoid even at the best of times. Eridians have no 'faces' like Soleans, but Rocky deliberately rotates towards the idiot just to hammer in the absolute stupidity of what Superman just said, and then smacks Superman so hard several team members have to pull it off of the scientist. It's swearing and screeching the entire time, and it takes a few Earth hours to calm down properly. 

The very idea of Grace deliberately hurting Rocky in such a way - when Rocky knows for a fact the scars from the Adrian Incident are still fully apparent to the Solean senses, when Grace spent months freaking out over every little sneeze or cough Rocky made when in the prototypes of the atmosphere suit - is preposterous. Grace would never ever hurt Rocky like that, would never do anything to expose Rocky to its atmosphere ever again even accidentally. They're both so very careful about it. Rocky is still steaming about Superman's insinuations when it walks inside Grace's enclosure.

Grace is waiting by the airlock. Rocky huffs. "Unfair. Go farther. Too close for start, cheater." 

Grace holds up its hands in the almost-happy movement ("When I put my hands up like this, this means surrender.") and steps away a good distance. It's still smiling. "Not gonna matter, Rock," it calls. "I'm about to get you back for alllll those times you ambushed me on the trip here."

"Yeah, right!" Rocky shifts, preparing to run. "We see who is better predator."

"Ready?"

"Ready!"

"GO!"

Rocky bolts. The sand is hard to traverse, its arms slipping both from the xenonite covering and the loose grains, but it already knows it's a faster runner than Grace. And when it clicks to see where Grace is, Grace is so far behind it's laughable. Oh, this is gonna be easy. 

Rocky reaches the edge of the biodome, a little worn out from the run. Luckily, it just had a sleep cycle, so it won't need to sleep for another few Solean days. Grace is out of range. HA!

It meanders back closer until it can hear Grace, leisurely strolling along the beach. "What wrong, Grace? Too slow?" It calls out. 

A ripple of laughter comes from Grace. "You'll be eating your words soon enough." It sticks its hands in its pockets. 

Rocky snorts, and decides to continue to be a little shit. It goes back and darts around Grace, mocking it, staying juust far enough away where if Grace lunges Grace won't even be able to touch it. Grace does give chase eventually, but Rocky just carefully climbs up the cliff face. Damn, humans are stupid! Every time Rocky thinks they're not so bad, Grace does something like this. It's not even chasing Rocky! It's just slowly following. 

The biodome cycles over to night, Rocky can tell by the click! of the flashlight Grace carries. It settles on top of the cliff, enjoying the sounds of Grace trying its damndest to climb the cliff. Technically it's well past the time Grace should be asleep, but they're both too stubborn to call quits and the xenology team isn't in a hurry to interrupt this glimpse into Solean hunting methods.

Rocky has to run again when Grace reaches the top of the cliff and starts to chase it again. This keeps going, Rocky running and mocking Grace, Grace just continuing on, unshakable. Rocky only starts to worry when night falls again and Grace is still able to catch up to it!

It yells to Grace, who's a slightly shorter distance behind by now. "Grace need sleep."

"Grace has slept." Grace shouts back. "Remember, I can wake up easily. I've been sleeping and eating regularly, I promise."

"Good!" Rocky lets itself feel some relief that Grace isn't neglecting its health for this experiment. Then it goes right back to insults. "Then Grace have no excuse to be so slow!" It makes a 'fart' noise in Grace's direction and scuttles off, laughing at the offended sound Grace makes. 

Day comes again, and Rocky gets frustrated. What in the actual fuck?! Something's not right. Grace has been at this for two Earth days and nights now. If Grace was going to catch Rocky, shouldn't that have happened by now? Is Grace even taking this experiment seriously?

Well, Rocky does know Grace is taking it seriously, because Grace is doing it. Hasn't given up. Hasn't called it quits. So the only reason why must be because this persistence way of hunting is, in fact, not effective, and Grace is just too stubborn to admit it! HA! Get wrecked, Grace.

Frustration turns to glee, which then curdles into nervousness as the day still goes on with no sign of Grace stopping the pursuit. They've both been running in circles: the biodome's not that big, all told, and Rocky can't access a quarter of it due to the fake ocean. No matter how long Rocky runs, there is always the inevitable appearance of Grace on the horizon, and Rocky refuses to entertain any other notion than that the reason for it is the small space. The alternative is too scary to consider.

And, even scarier, Rocky can feel a sleep cycle is imminent. It's exhausted. All the running it's been doing must have brought the sleep cycle on sooner. And Grace, last Rocky heard, still shows no sign of tiredness. Urgh!

Rocky pushes itself just a little harder, until Grace is far beyond Rocky's range of hearing and Rocky is well hidden: Grace is still on top of the cliffs over by the outer wall of the dome, while Rocky's down below nearer to the water. Then it finds one of the caves. It knows this cave in particular is the science cave, where the xenology team has been watching on the camera feeds and listening to this whole debacle, and where Grace usually goes to talk to the xenology team about things.

"I have to sleep," Rocky manages. "Can't keep going." It collapses, and the world vanishes. No worries. Grace won't catch up, and if it does, it won't think to look for Rocky here.

When Rocky wakes, it first hears a clamoring from the observation room. Many voices shouting over one another in panic. It sends a spike of fear through Rocky, and it taps at the floor to hear better - and nearly has a cardiac failure then and there, screaming louder than it's ever screamed before in its life.

Grace is standing right. over. Rocky. Looming, really, and it's never sounded taller or more ominous.

"Hiiii."

Then Grace plunges down, wraps its arms around Rocky. "Gotcha!" It opens its mouth and presses it to Rocky's carapace, leaking saliva all over the suit and pressing its tongue to the xenonite as if it's trying to eat Rocky.

Rocky shudders in disgust and cusses Grace out with every word it knows, smacking it lightly with an arm. "CREEPY! Scared Rocky, nearly kill Rocky with heart attack! No no no bad Grace! BAD BAD BAD GRACE!" This is not the first time this has happened, but it's the first time it's struck such raw fear into Rocky.

Grace is laughing, sending vibrations through Rocky's body. "I told you," it says in that light singing kind of voice it likes to do. "I tooooold youuuu! Persistence predators, baby!"

"That no count! You wait until I fall… asleep…" A horrible idea begins to dawn on Rocky. "No." There's no way. There's no way. It's too awful to think of, and yet it's the only possibility.

"Well-" Grace settles back, crosses its legs underneath it and turns towards the window to the observation room: where, by the way, everyone's gone silent with their own realization of what exactly Grace just did. "You guys didn't let me finish explaining earlier. See, a lot of prey animals on Earth are very fast for short sprints, like Rocky here." It gives Rocky a noogie. "But they can only run for so long before they have to stop moving to catch their breath. So humans evolved to be able to endure long stretches of exercise without having to stop for air. We chase an animal, track it using its footprints or the direction it was going in, keep following it, and then eventually when the animal's forced to stop, we catch up and kill it for our food. So that's what I just did!" Grace flashes its teeth again. It's terrifyingly happy about all of this.

Meanwhile, Rocky quite literally cannot move from fear. Grace has sparked fear before: their first meeting, when Rocky had no clue what to expect but it certainly wasn't some squishy cold bag of meat that breathed oxygen of all things; over Adrian the planet, when the ship had been sent into an uncontrolled spin and Rocky had known what it would have to do to save Grace and Earth and Erid all at once even if it meant death; for a few moments when Rocky had been floating in its tomb, the original Eridian ship, and had heard a cracking-thumping sort of noise coming from outside.

All of those instances were tiny bits of dust next to this type of fear. The revelation that Rocky's wonderful and clumsy friend could have, just now, very easily killed Rocky in Rocky's sleep and that its species did so regularly was the singular most horrifying concept anyone could ever have imagined. Grace probably had no idea that the Solean way of hunting was the stuff of the worst Eridian horror stories. Something that just kept going, kept chasing you until you were forced to rest? Fucking WHY?! WHY, of all the aliens Rocky could have EVER brought home, was it a species THAT HUNTED LIKE THAT?! WHY?!

"That-" it weakly starts - still feeling like it was about to, as the Soleans say, 'shit its pants' - "Very… nice, Grace. Thank for demonstration."

It crawls out from under Grace's arm. "Back soon," and lunges for the airlock. It needs… more than a little bit of processing time. That whole thing was fucking disturbing. 

--

Stone glanced around the convention hall as streams of people moved around her and Robotnik. The doctor was strolling through the crowd with confidence. Trailing behind the much taller woman, Stone kept her senses on high alert.

It was a three day convention for new inventions and Robotnik had twisted Walters' arm into letting her attend. She wanted to keep a finger on the pulse of innovation. Stone was both looking forward to and dreading the trip.

While she was happy to get out of Robotnik's stifling lab, she didn't like having to keep track of Robotnik in a crowd. It made it much more difficult to protect her.

Robotnik herself had presented on the first day. The second day had found her complaining and nearly thrown out of the convention when she began hackling the other presenters. Now, Stone knew she had to keep a keen eye on her for the third day. Robotnik couldn't afford another major incident. Walters had warned a court marshal.

"Pick up the pace, Stone!" Robotnik called over her shoulder. The heels she was wearing made her stride even longer compared to Stone's.

It didn't help that Stone was wearing flats.

When she was getting ready for the day, Stone had been shocked to find an outfit already laid out on the bed for her.

"You will wear this today," Robotnik had instructed her dryly.

The long sleeve purple shirt was one of her favorites, along with the plain, black skirt that went down to her ankles. She hadn't been happy to wear flats, instead preferring her heavy combat boots. A white hijab finished off the look.

What had left her face burning was the lacey underwear Robotnik had left out for her.

Stone was woman enough to admit she enjoyed wearing lingerie and sexy underwear. She just hadn't expected Robotnik to have pilfered her underwear drawer.

The silky, red panties rubbed at her, making her bite her lip as she jogged after Robotnik. She followed her into a large hall where people were already taking their seats.

Settling in next to Robotnik, Stone couldn't help but steal a glance towards her boss.

It wasn't only Stone who was wearing something underneath her clothes.

Robotnik had an obvious bulge that was not necessarily meant to be there. Stone couldn't help but keep staring. The other woman didn't seem to notice Stone's staring, instead she pulled out her phone.

Finally, the speaker began their presentation. It was something to do with chemicals and drinking water, but Stone was more focused on surveillance. One could never be too careful when Robotnik was concerned.

So focused, Stone jumped slightly when she felt a thin, but strong hand wrap around hers. Frowning, she turned her head towards Robotnik. The other woman wasn't even looking at her as she guided Stone's hand towards her crotch.

Stone clenched her jaw as she tried to keep her face neutral and her body still. Her hand landed on the bulge. She could feel the packer Robotnik was wearing.

Robotnik merely hummed.

Stone's hand was trapped under Robotnik's as she felt the packer. It didn't feel too large, maybe only a few inches in length. Which surprised Stone. Robotnik subscribed to the philosophy of "bigger was better". Or at least, when it came to wearing an attachable cock.

The presenter droned on, nobody around them noticing where both their hands were nestled.

Holding her breath, Stone slowly ran her fingers over the bulge, exploring the packer.

Robotnik appeared bored.

She wasn't sure how long they stayed there, but as soon as the presentation was over, the hand that had been holding hers became firmer. Before Stone knew it, she was being bodily pulled out of the hall. Her legs could barely keep up as she stumbled after Robotnik.

The doctor's long, black coat flew behind her as she power walked through the crowd, wearing in and out like it was nothing. In no time, they were in an empty hallway, Robotnik's head on a swivel. Panting slightly, Stone could only dutifully follow behind her.

"This will do."

Stone raised an eyebrow as they approached what to be a supply closet.

"Doctor, we have a room upstairs."

"Where's the fun in that?"

The door was locked, but it was easy work for the small badnik Robotnik kept up her sleeve. The little robot had the door open in seconds. Pushing it open, Robotnik dragged Stone inside.

They were plunged into almost complete darkness. Only the small amount of light coming from underneath the door illuminated the doctor's pale face. Stone could still see the smug smirk on her face.

"Doctor, wh--Ah!"

Stone helped as hands roughly grabbed at her hips and lips captured hers. The smell of various chemicals and stale air disappeared as Robotnik consumed all of Stone's senses.

Shelves rattled next to her as Stone's back was slammed against a wall. She could barely keep up with Robotnik as the woman kissed her senseless. Clever fingers pulled the pins keeping her hijab in place, the metal and cloth disappearing completely as Stone's hair was exposed. However, Robotnik left her bun untouched, instead, her lips left hers and found her neck instead.

"Ma'am!" Stone whined, hands clutching at Robotnik's shoulders. A leg pushed in between hers. Stone didn't hesitate to grinder her hips down. The friction was heavenly as her mouth dropped open and she panted in pleasure.

"Shh, we don't want anyone finding us, do we, my little agent?" Robotnik breathed hotly into her ear. Stone nodded shakily.

The hands on her hips dispersed. One began wiggling under her shirt while the other one went lower.

Stone couldn't help the way her body trembled as she felt Robotnik lift her skirt. Long fingers pressed against her hole through her panties.

"Already so wet for me," Robotnik chuckled. "Good girl."

Head thrown back and hittingthe wall, Stone didn't notice the dull pain as she let out a loud whine. She ground her hips down even harder on Robotnik's fingers, wanting her inside of her.

"P-please!"

"Don't worry, Stone, I have something special for you."

The leg that had been almost supporting her disappeared, making Stone have to stand on her own two feet. Her fingers dug deeper into Robotnik's shoulders as she heard a sound in the small, dark room.

A zipper being pulled down.

"You see," Robotnik murmured. "I modified this myself. It can even get hard."

Stone's breath hitched.

Taking a hand off Robotnik's shoulder, she reached downwards. Her hand fumbled for a moment in the dark, but eventually, she felt the plastic surface of Robotnik's paker. She swore she heard the press of a button from Robotnik's gloves as she felt the paker's cock begin to grow.

It wasn't how a real cock grew, but nonetheless, it had Stone enchanted. Her hand wrapped around the cock, feeling it grow larger and larger.

She wasn't surprised when it became as big as one of Robotnik's other preferred toys.

"Oh fuck..." Stone whimpered.

"Do you want my cock inside you, Stone?"

"Yes! Please, please, ma'am!" Begging came easy. Anything to get Robotnik inside her.

"Take off your panties."

Stone didn't need to be told twice. Fingers trembling in excitement, she easily slid the silky material down her legs before kicking it off. Straightening up, she felt Robotnik's hands back on her hips. She didn't have any warning as Robotnik began lifting her up.

"Ma'am!" Without thinking, Stone wrapped her legs around Robotnik, her face level with Robotnik's. Even in the low light, she could see the lust in her eyes.

Strong hands cradled her ass, squeezing the flesh. Stone wrapped her arms around Robotnik's neck as she leaned in for a kiss. It was just as passionate as Robotnik devoured her mouth.

Moaning, Stone ground her hips down. Robotnik got the message as she reached between them.

Stone gasped when she felt the fake cock pushing at her lips.

"Please, please..."

"What, Stone?" Robotnik mumbled, leaving kissing down her jaw. "What do you want?"

"Please fuck me with your cock!"

Robotnik shoved inside, not stopping until her balls pushed up against Stone's pussy lips.

Stone went boneless in Robotnik's grasp.

The cock had to be one of the biggest she had ever taken. Mouth open, Stone felt her eyes rolling into her head. She barely processed Robotnik leaning her against the wall to better support her weight.

"We've barely gotten started," Robotnik chuckled and kissed her temple. "Let's see how many times you can cum on my cock."

Words were beyond Stone's abilities as she clung to Robotnik. The doctor started off slow, each slide of her cock glorious. It rubbed against Stone's walls with bumps she hadn't registered before. Now, they were sending shocks of pleasure up her spine.

Toes curling in her flats, Stone couldn't hold in her noises. It was all too much.

Especially when a hand left her ass to slide underneath her shirt. Long fingers squeezed her breast harshly. The rough treatment pushed Stone even closer to the edge.

Robotnik sped up her thrusts. Her pace was brutal.

"Close! So close!" Stone whined as her whole body bounced on Robotnik's cock. It was reaching so deep inside her, she was sure she could feel it bulging in her stomach.

"Cum for me," Robotnik panted into her ear.

Suddenly, the darkness in the room disappeared as Stone's vision turned white. She desperately grabbed onto Robotnik as her pleasure consumed her. She clenched her pussy around the cock still hard inside of her, not wanting it to leave her empty.

Shaking, Stone tried to catch her breath. It was all too much. She could feel Robotnik's thin lips kissing at her neck, her hand still squeezing her breast. Her other hand held her up as her cock sat heavy inside of Stone.

"We're going to miss the next presentation," Robotnik whispered into her ear.

"What?"

"It starts in five minutes."

Stone's mind couldn't comprehend what Robotnik was talking about. However, she fully understood what it meant as Robotnik slowly lowered Stone to the floor. Reluctantly, Stone got her feet under herself, even though her legs felt like jello.

Robotnik kept her hands on her waist until her trembling settled down. Pouting, Stone tilted her head back to stare up at Robotnik. The other woman smirked at her before leaning down, her lips brushing against Stone's.

"You got my cock all wet, Agent. What are you going to do about that?"

Swallowing thickly, Stone felt her pussy pulsing in need again. Pulling up her skirt, Stone slowly got onto her knees. With the limited light, she couldn't see Robotnik's expression in the shadows. However, she could see her cock standing proudly. Stone's own juices coated it, making it glisten.

Gently placing her hands on Robotnik's thighs, Stone leaned forward.

She twirled her tongue around the head, the taste of herself bursting on her tongue. Moaning, she relaxed her throat and slid her mouth over the cock.

By the time she had taken half of it, she could feel the head poking the back of her throat. Eyes falling closed, she took a deep breath and kept going.

The cock was halfway down her throat as her chin hit the fake testicles, her nose nestled in Robotnik's own curls.

"That's a good girl," Robotnik murmured. She pat Stone on the head like a dog. Stone rubbed her thighs together, wanting to feel the cock in her pussy as well. "Now clean me up. We need to hurry."

Sucking and lapping, Stone took her time as she cleaned the cock. When she made it back to the head, she blinked as the cock began shrinking in her hands.

"Don't worry, sycophant," Robotnik chuckled. "I still have it in my pants."

Robotnik offered her a hand and helped to her feet. She turned and opened the door, the bright light nearly blinding Stone.

Blinking, Stone suddenly remembered something.

"Ma'am, wait. Have you seen my..."

"Panties?" Robotnik looked over her shoulder, a wicked smile on her face. She held up her hand, red silk wrapped around her fingers.

Stone's cheeks were on fire as she watched Robotnik step out of the closet.

"Now, go fix your hijab and meet me in hall C."

Robotnik tossed Stone her now folded up hijab, the pins neatly pinned in place in a row.

Without a second glance, Robotnik shoved her hands in her pockets and began walking away.

Stone could only watch her go, her body shaking with want.