(March has arrived, and you know what that means, its mating season in Lanimax laboratories)

(Well, normally, the employees and survivors normally dont have a problem with this, since humans are barely ever chosen as mates by gootraxians. But of course, that would not be the case for you)

(You were simply just enjoying yourself in the crystal caves, humming a tune while being isolated in a lone area nobody was at)

(That is, until you hear bated breath from behind you)

(You immediately turn around, and see none other than the nightcrawler herself, looking down at you, while licking her lips and pressing her breasts up against your head)