Badger Synth

Pressing inside the wreckage, of which has now been in place for quite some time based on just how much of the plant growth around it has strangely been reconstructed in what appears to be synthetic components (the nanites systematically terra-forming the world as they were originally intended). A traveling badger, expecting a village of Native werewolves in the area but instead finding it quite fully abandoned, goes to find out why...

The air inside the crashed craft is surprisingly humid, and almost uncomfortably warm. Probably around 80% and 35* C respectively. And for easily the first several meters, there doesn't appear to be a proper passage but instead a great tear in the hull caused by the crash, until you tumble out and into a very dark passage lit in only the sharp blue light of random LED's on distribution panels along the walls. But it is here where your nose picks up on a decaying canine scent and the strange sounds of whirrs and whines in the distance.

Stepping into a slightly more illuminated space inside the vessel, your eyes struggling to see clearly but your nose and ears filled with sensory inputs from so much. An entire village, easily over a hundred wolves in various forms... Most fully converted to machines and either retained in individual maintenance bays or moving about on errands. Still fully sentient and individual, yet linked tighter as a Pack than ever before. A single connection that all weigh in as Counsel, thinking independently and as one at the same time.

And the wolves aren't solely alone, as several additional species have begun to pepper into their ranks as they enter; foxes, lynxes, weasels... And now a badger!

Your awe and curiosity are shattered when the warm yet incredibly heavy paw lands on your shoulder, the massive hulking machine having almost silently stepped behind and to the side of you!

The grip on that shoulder doesn't relent, but it does not draw down to injure either. As you spin and step away, you're able to get a full view of the massive lupine construct... Glossy black latex and sharp bare metal contrast on a frame built with an incredible amount of musculature in its design. And it all moves in perfect organic manner, flexing and snapping realistically as if the muscle was flesh and not fully synthetic. He watches you with ice blue eyes, glowing fiercely as the long ebon length of his segmented robot tongue slithers up and over his nose hungrily.

Stepping back further, the entire population is now watching as another catches you from behind and pulls you into the warm weight of her bosom, white latex settling in on either side of your head...

I have had this form idea in my head for a while now. I finally got around to commissioning it and am ecstatic at the result

Story by SmokePaw
Art by rhinoking

Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/34260591/