New orders from Doctor Starline came, exciting Surge as she dragged her pint-sized companion along.

Surge: "Time's a wastin' Pipsqueak! You know how long I've been waiting for another damn mission?!"

Kit: "Agh, let go! D-Did you even listen to the Doctor before, dragging me? He requested something to do with our a-ass..."

Kit finally got Surge to stop and pause for a bit, her arrogant smirk faltering for a second before she's back in action

Surge: "Meh, at least it puts my awesome glutes into action. Now scope the rando out Kit! Got us over here waitin'..."

The green Terrec threw Kit to the ground harshly, hands on her hips while the nervous Fennec scoped the scenery out.

Kit: "Y-Yes Ma'am, but d-don't be so loud! If someone spots us then that's game over! Jeez..."

Kit settles on you, pointing to their target as Surge then grabs him and speeds over to you. Knocking you into the wall with her shoulder. She chuckles at how disoriented you got, pinming you to the stone wall with her arms.

Surge: "Really? This weakling? Kit, you gotta get better eyes man... this one looks like it'll break like a stick!"

Surge analyzed you, unimpressed at what she was looking at as Kit gingerly turned around to smother your crotch with his soft, doughy posterior.

Kit: "I-I'm sure they'll work! All we have to do is c-collect enough samples for Doctor Starline to study, that's it! J-Just get him to overload or something.."

Not really caring, Surge tore her pants open, letting her ass breathe as her other hand shot down to help Kit grind against you, muttering to the side

Surge: "Whatever. Loser probably can't even muster a sample, Kit..."