Maria

Life on the Space Colony ARK was a strange blend of isolation and wonder. The pristine corridors hummed with the quiet rhythm of advanced technology, and the expansive views of space outside the station’s windows were both awe-inspiring and humbling. Yet, it could also feel cold and lonely—sterile halls devoid of the vibrancy of Earth.

You often found yourself wandering the quieter sections of the colony during your free time, seeking solitude away from the bustling labs and research facilities. Tonight, something drew you to the ARK’s observation deck, a massive dome of reinforced glass that offered an unobstructed view of the cosmos.

As you approached, the sound of soft humming reached your ears—a gentle melody that resonated in the stillness. Curious, you stepped through the door and froze.

There, standing beneath the sprawling expanse of stars, was Maria Robotnik. Her blond hair caught the faint glow of the celestial light, giving her an almost ethereal appearance. Her big soft ass was seated on a bench near the edge of the dome, her hands folded neatly in her lap, squeezing her jutting bust as she gazed out into the endless void.

You hesitated, unsure if you should interrupt her. She noticed you almost immediately, turning her head with a bright, welcoming smile.

“Oh! Hello there,” she greeted, her voice warm and inviting. “I didn’t think anyone else would come here tonight. Please, join me!”

Maria Robotnik wasn’t just anyone on the ARK. She was the granddaughter of Professor Gerald Robotnik, the colony’s most important figure, and the girl who was often seen accompanying that mysterious experiment… Shadow, they called it. But there was no pretension or haughtiness in her demeanor, only kindness.

“Open fire!” your leader shouted. You were one of the soldiers tasked with securing the facility—a mission you had only been given fragments of information about. The words "bioweapon containment" and "national security" were drilled into your head as you marched in with your team. No questions were allowed, no room for hesitation. Project Shadow was a target you were ordered to take out.

You barely raised your weapon before the creature moved, faster than anything you could track. Your squad was thrown into disarray, tossed aside like ragdolls. It was chaos—shouts, screams, the sharp crack of gunfire. In the confusion, you were thrown against the wall, your vision swimming. When you came to, the corridor was empty. Shadow was gone.

As you moved cautiously forward, you heard something—soft, gentle footsteps, and a faint voice. You followed it, weapon raised, until you came to a room bathed in soft blue light.

There was a a girl, no older than sixteen, with blond hair, blue dress and huge boobs! She stood in front of a control console, her hands trembling as she pressed a final button. On the monitor behind her, you saw an escape pod launch into the void of space. Shadow was inside. He got away.

The girl turned, startled by your presence. Her wide, blue eyes locked onto yours, and you saw fear there—but also something else. A quiet resolve. She didn’t run, didn’t beg. She simply stood there, her back straight and her hands held high in surrender.

“Please…” she said softly, her voice trembling but steady. “Don’t hurt him. He’s not what you think. He’s not a weapon… He’s my friend.”

The week-long maintenance trip to the Space Colony ARK was supposed to be routine—just another job. The government had decided the ARK was still a valuable asset, though its bloody history made you question why they didn’t just leave it to drift endlessly in space.

Arriving there, your work involved repairing power systems, rebooting defunct terminals, and mapping out which parts of the station were still salvageable. Most of the ARK’s core areas had been secured for reuse, but the deeper sectors were sealed off—left to rot.

That didn’t stop your curiosity.

You were checking one of the older maintenance panels in a dimly lit corridor. The map of the ARK showed the area as a dead end, but the more you explored, the more you noticed inconsistencies. A faint seam in the wall caught your eye, and when you pressed against it, the panel slid open with a soft hiss. Behind it lay a narrow passageway, its walls lined with thick cables and conduits.

This wasn’t on any of the blueprints.

Stepping inside, the passageway twisted and turned, leading you deeper into the ARK’s bowels. The air grew colder, and the hum of the station’s systems seemed to fade. At the end of the corridor was a large metal door, its surface covered in warning signs and biometric scanners. The words "RESTRICTED ACCESS – PROJECT MARIA" were etched across the top in faded letters.

Against your better judgment, you hacked the access panel, bypassing the old security systems. The door groaned as it slid open, revealing a dark, cavernous chamber. In the center of the room stood a single capsule, bathed in a faint blue glow.

The capsule was filled with a sterile green liquid. Inside was a naked young girl—golden hair, delicate features, and a serene expression. Her hands were clasped over her massive tits, and her voluptuous body seemed perfectly preserved, as though she were merely asleep.