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Sonic XXX Festival - Bonus - Rouge's Dilemma!	By : sugandya Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 9344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Sonic The Hedgehog game series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Sonic XXX Festival by ---
*Note: I have no shame in anything that I do or try when it
comes to this tale, for it is simply experimental and does not
reflect my way of life. This fic is pure parody only. All comments,
negative, positive, and neutral, are very accepted. Please, do
not imitate these characters in your own life; it may just be
illegal. If you do something illegal that's featured in this fic,
I remove myself from all ...responsibility of your wrongdoings.
If it's not illegal, still keep me out of it. MSTings are welcomed;
please show them to me after you're done, of course.
This chapter contains Yaoi, M/M, Minor, and semi-Non-concensual
sex.
This lemon is dedicated to reviewer "chewy"
, who asked for a lemon chapter and will be getting it spurted
all over their ass and face ^_^

--Story three: After School--
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"Hey Chris! I heard Sonic got out of jail!" Frances,
Chris Thorndyke and Danny's red-haired classmate and friend, said
to Chris at the lunch table. The kids who overheard them either
giggled or whispered about the incident. So far, no one outside
of the home but Danny knew why Sonic went to jail.
"Let's not talk about that right now," Chris groaned
as he stood to bus his tray. "I've gotta think about my project
for next week!" Danny agreed, and Frances simply complied.
The three kids played outside until it was time for them to head
back to class. In the classroom, the kind yet bizarrely mysterious
teacher, Mr. Stuart, prepared for the second half of that day's
lesson. Earlier on, he'd planned with Chris to help him with his
project after school. Time passed, the bell rang, and all the
students left but Chris. "I can't wait to get started on
this project, Mr. Stuart!" the little brunette said.
"I'm glad you're excited, Chris," Mr. Stuart chuckled
while getting his bags together. "Let's go, Chris!"
Chris nodded as he grabbed his bag and headed out the door with
his teacher. They got into Mr. Stuart's car and headed out to
the countryside. The teacher parked the car not too far from a
wide creek dotted with trees and flowers. "I think you'll
be able to catch what you'd like out here."
"Great! Thanks, Mr. Stuart!" the boy chimed. Chris
grabbed a large net, kicked off his socks and shoes and waded
into the creek to catch whatever he needed to. Mr. Stuart sat
on the grass and watched the boy play. He kept thinking to himself
how absolutely wonderful a student Chris was. After a while, Chris
came and showed to Mr. Stuart the different creatures he'd caught.
"No, no, Chris, not those!" Mr. Stuart said. "Here,
let me show you what I'm talking about," the teacher removed
his shoes and trouser socks, rolled up his slacks and waded in
with Chris.
"Ah, sorry... I'll just turn these loose, then,"
Chris let a few of the little creatures go into the water.
"Oh, it's quite alright Chris. It's just that those are
a protected species here!" Mr. Stuart replied while gently
guiding Chris's net along the bottom of the creek bed.
"Really? I'm glad you came with me, Mr. Stuart, 'cuz otherwise,
I wouldn't have known!" Chris said. Mr. Stuart nodded and
now instructed Chris to grab the other end of the net so that
they could have an easier time dragging it across the bottom.
They slowly stepped along the bed, until Chris stepped on a slippery
rock and fell backwards into the water. "Argh!" Chris
sat up and pulled a bit of algae out of his thick hair.
"Chris! Are you alright?" Mr. Stuart knelt in the
water beside the young boy to check for any wounds. He placed
a gentle hand on the back of Chris's head to move it back and
see for any openings or discolorations on his neck/ "You
don't even looked bruised. Mr. Stuart said, being relived.
"I'm okay, Mr. Stuart," said Chris. He took hold
of Mr. Stuart's shoulders to help himself stand, but instead fell
on his teacher and knocked him into the water. Mr. Stuart sat
up quickly on his elbows and looked at Chris before he started
laughing. The boy joined in the laughing as well and climbed off
Mr. Stuart and out of the water.
"Drenched..." Mr. Stuart muttered to himself as he
stood and made note of his soaked clothing. He stepped out of
the water behind Chris, removed his blazer and rang what dampness
he could out. Since the hood of his car was hot, he lay the coat
on top. He peeled off his also drenched turtleneck, revealing
his magnificently sculpted chest. Being a spy, he had to keep
in the best shape. He possessed a perfect six pack, well-sculpted
pectorals, perfect-sized arms, and no love handles what-so-ever
to--
Mr. Stuart looked over at Chris, who stood staring like a dumbfounded
wet puppy. "Christopher, is something the matter?" the
teacher asked.
Chris yelped and shook his head quickly, causing water from
his hair to fly around the immediate area. "N-no sir! I'm
a-okay!" he smiled nervously. To be sincere, Chris's hormones
were quite scrambled. Seeing his teacher posessing a body like...
that made him feel the same way that time he saw his uncle Sam's
girlfriend, who, lying on her stomach, was sunning topless by
the pool, roll over and--
"Well, alright Chris. Take off your clothes so we can
lay them out to dry." the teacher said while removing his
slacks. This made Chris even more bewildered. He couldn't have
just heard... but he did! He only heard the first four words;
after that, the teacher was just moving his lips to the boy. Chris
shivered. "What's wrong??" Mr. Stuart said. "Christopher,
there's no need to worry. I'm here to protect you. " Mr. Stuart waited for Chris's reply.. or at least a blink. Here before
Chris stood his a side of his teacher he never expect him to possess:
completely nude and just about as perfect as a human could get- at least in his opinion.
Chris's wide eyes guided down from his teacher's face to his torso
and right down to the man's penis. Chris was
gaping for so long, he was probably drooling.
During this, Chris didn't realize that Mr. Stuart was gently
removing the boy's clothing. Already were Chris's shirts gone,
and now Mr. Stuart went to removing his pants and undergarments.
Chris didn't hear his teacher's request to step out of the remaining
clothing the first time, but the second he did, and his eyes locked
onto his teacher's when this was so. "Mr. Stuart... s-sorry,"
the boy purred. His cheeks were deep red.
Mr. Stuart laughed. "It's alright, Chris." He pulled
away the boy's clothing and stood to make his way to the car.
This gave Chris a perfect view of Mr. Stuart's tight and hard
ass. The boy gulped, whimpered and looked down at himself.
"Oh no!" Chris exclaimed in a whisper. He slapped
his hands over his obvious erection. "I hope Mr. Stuart
didn't..." he looked away feeling humiliated. He'd never
been this hard before. "Jeeze! What's wrong with me!?"
Chris cried out loud enough for Mr. Stuart to hear.
The teacher didn't panic or anything; he was fully aware of
what Chris's ailment was because he saw it when he was stripping
him. Mr. Stuart returned to where Chris was and smiled. I know
I must protect him, but he looks so confused, Mr. Stuart thought
as he guided Chris to a secluded spot beneath an old oak to rest.
Perhaps I can question him about his feelings without being
too invasive. He gently rubbed Chris's back in a coaxing way.
"I've noticed you've been a bit uncomfortable." Mr.
Stuart didn't want to be so direct about his "condition."
He would wait for Chris to mention it.
"I'm okay..." Chris felt so confused. Part of him
wanted to move away from his teacher... and the rest wanted to
move closer. Chris followed the baser instincts as best he could
and made no effort to conceal his staring at Mr. Stuart's body.
The teacher smiled, pretending not to notice it, and gave Chris
a gentle hug. "I think I... know what you're going through."
said Mr. Stuart, having not been in such a situation with someone
like Chris. "It happens; it happens to everyone when they
get older."
Chris knew this, but he also knew his teacher was struggling
just to find a common ground on this issue. Mr. Stuart studied
Chris for a moment. He always though he was an adorable child;
he had very remarkable-looking parents to thank for that. He was
coming up so well. Mr. Stuart smiled at Chris; another part of
his own mind was opening up, one that had never before and probably
will never again open up, unless he wanted to lose his job.
Mr. Stuart readied himself to speak, but before he could, Chris
scrambled onto the man's lap. Mr. Stuart tried to stop the boy,
but Chris straddled the teacher's waist and pushed him down. Poor
Chris's facial expression was of confusion and arousal. "Please,
Mr. Stuart," Chris said in a breathy tone. The teacher was
rendered speechless when the boy moved back so that he sat before
the spy's still-limp sex. The boy gripped it in his small hands
and proceeded to stroke it. This was very much unlike Chris, so
why was he acting like this?? The poor sexually undisciplined
boy was imitating what he saw Amy do to Tails one night. He hated
Mr. Stuart for getting him like this, and wanted some kind of
relief for his "hunger." Mr. Stuart didn't just let
this happen, however, he shouted at and grabbed the boy, trying
to shove him off multiple times. But Chris was persistent in his
efforts. He managed to get his teacher at half-mast and wasn't
ready to stop.
"Christopher! You--" Mr. Stuart was cut off when
Chris removed the man's glasses and tossed set aside. Mr. Stuart
had assassinated dictators and helped nations crumble in his life;
why was this now such a challenge? Seized were his movements when
Chris began rubbing his own sex against Mr. Stuart's full erection.
The man's eyes rolled to the back of his head as his strong grip
seized the boy around his waist. "Chris..." he huffed
in a whispery shudder. Chris lay against Mr. Stuart so he could
apply as much pressure as he could to the man's penis. Soon the
young one cried out and came on the older blonde's toned stomach.
Chris whimpered as he sat back. He saw that Mr. Stuart had still yet to orgasm. Of course he didn't; it didn't take but a
second for Chris to orgasm due to his lack of control. Mr. Stuart
sat up slowly and raised a finger to Chris, but before he could
begin talking, Chris started to once again stroke the man's swelling,
which silenced and sent Mr. Stuart falling on his back. He shuddered
and grunted. Chris applied his soft mouth against Mr. Stuart's
sex just below the crown. The feel of this triggered the man's
orgasm. Chris peered over as his panting teacher.
"Christopher, get off of me!" Mr. Stuart groaned.
It was then the boy knew that he'd accessed a part of Mr. Stuart
that wasn't meant to be revealed to him. It was a part the boy
wanted, but he knew... this just may not happen again. With tears
in his eyes, he slid off Mr. Stuart as instructed. Mr. Stuart
frowned at Chris. He couldn't punish the boy; he wouldn't dare.
He lay a gentle hand on the boy's back. "Hey, look at me,"
he coaxed Chris. Chris did, and Mr. Stuart told him not to worry
about anything. Chris nodded and hesitated before hugging the
man, who returned it. Everything was just so strange for the both
of them.
"...Let's just get cleaned up, hm?" Mr. Stuart said
with his trademark enthusiasm. Chris stood up and smiled weakly,
feeling a little relived that Mr. Stuart wouldn't hold this against
him. The boy turned to Mr. Stuart to speak, but that was interrupted
by a light cracking sound under his small feet and a wince as
if having been lightly stabbed across the boy's face.
Mr. Stuart figured he could squint while driving his way back
to town.
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More to come; worse to get...
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