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Sonic's New Outlook	By : Butter-Boy & TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 11829 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Tails wandered through a sea of human legs, ice cream in hand. Despite the takeover by Robotnik, people seemed to get on with their lives. The worst it seemed to get was a SWATBot on every corner. When it first happened, he had gone into hiding for about a month - but they weren't actually looking for him. With none of them out to get him and his best friend nowhere to be found, he could only speculate about what happened to Sonic, still hoping in his heart of hearts to see him again one day.

The world shadowed around him, as his eyes hit the blue sky outside of the ominous blimp that hovered above, as the voices of those around him began to swell. It was time for another one of Robotnik's public addresses on a large four panel display attached beneath it.

"People of Westopolis, I see you've taken well to your new robot masters - and you might be wondering why your hero Sonic hasn't been up to the task of ridding you of them. Well, it's been something I've been keeping secret for some time now, but I suppose I should let my valued subjects know of her fate; afterall, I wouldn't be Robotnik the Honest and Great if I weren't actually honest and great... so without further ado, I present: Sonic The Hedgehog!"

Did Robotnik just say her?

"Aaaaaah!" What seemed to be a cry for help from an unknown female figure, turned out to be Sonic, and it wasn't a cry for help... "Unnnff... shove it in deeper!" What looked to be Sonic strung up in bondage, turned out to be him wanting to be there of his own volition, as he used his hands and feet to hold himself up in the soft looking ropes. That's when Rouge came into frame, as she took hold of a blue cheek of Sonic's before she secured her position with a greased up looking glove pressed to his ass, a few of her fingers already creeping inside.

She giggled. "As you wish...~" She formed a dainty fist, knuckles pressing against the spongy pink hole, before cramming it inside Sonic's cavity. Sonic's body jumped away, mouth gaping, swinging in his desired restraints. "And if I press you... here~" Sonic's little sissy cock spurted, leaking down from out of the camera's perspective.

A hush fell over the people, unsure of what to think or say. He was their hero... now, she was just a tranny slut for all the world to see.

Tails was no longer in the crowd. The only trace of him was his pink ice cream that had hit the ground, the cone astray and pointing.

*BZZZRRRRT*

Vibrations from the pommel horse-like device beneath Sonic rumbled from her bowels and into the rest of her body. Sonic's thighs were spread open wide and quaking as she rode up and down, her caged clitty bouncing worthlessly, ready to leak again, legs covered in pink, with clips pinched to her sensitive and stiff nipples, her heels doing more to prop her up than Sonic actually using them to balance herself, as her legs bucked and jumped trying to keep herself upwards, as there were several close calls to her falling over, which Rouge had warned her about not doing.

VR goggles sucked into her face like it was glued there by the very cum that splashed the screen from male figures that jerked off into her POV, as Rouge encouraged them to use Sonic's mouth like a receptacle - a part of her knew that there weren't really humans on the other side and there was no cum to swallow, yet she felt so powerless and wanted, the men silently judging her as the slut she was, but still in need of her, her mouth open and tongue flapping like a coldcut in the wind, an occasional squeak escaping her throat.

Sonic felt his voyeur vision ripped away from him, as Rouge got within kissing distance of him. She held a creamy colored dildo that sat on a hilt, sucking on it like a lollipop. She then popped it out from her pink and glossy lips, her wrist holding it limply near her face. "Bend over. Eyes down." Sonic jumped off, hoping to land gracefully, but landing in heels was easier said than done, sending her to the floor. Sonic had several powerful sissygasms (which is what Rouge called them), her legs now like spaghetti. She scrambled up, apologizing to her mistress. Sonic bowed her head over the device she had just been on, spreading her rosebud open.

Rouge held it like a sword, running it up and down and around her opening, making the two 'kiss', before she battered Sonic's delectable and growing blue ass, getting a bit of a wobble. Rouge then plunged it into her depths, sending Sonic onto her tippy toes as her body tensed up at the feeling of the plastic dick, her green eyes hitting the sterile lab's ceiling, thickened thighs standing firm. Even Rouge was surprised at how easily the veiny penile implement slipped in. "Wow. I didn't even have to correct you once; good girl~. Aren't you proud of yourself?"

"Yes, mistress Rouge..." Sonic could barely respond positively or negatively to what Rouge was asking, trying to focus on her own pleasure, imagining it wasn't in the cage and that it was Amy with a strap-on behind her instead, which wasn't anymore an appealing fantasy but better than what was currently happening.

She pet the top of Sonic's head as she worked her hole with little twists of her grip, eventually milking her for the sixth time today as Sonic shuddered, her ass muscles tightening around the phallus. Rouge removed her hold on it, smiling at how the handle didn't need her anymore as it stuck out like a second tail. "Very good. You earned some free time - use it efficiently~" Retrieving it, it SHLORPED as it came out of Sonic. Rouge then collected the usual equipment before leaving Sonic in her wrecked state.

He laid there for awhile, but as the cold of the room crept up his sore hole, he shivered. Sonic slouched, not yet defeated, but just tired; the act of keeping up the act for Rouge was so draining. Unclipping the things attached to his chest made him wince, the feeling raw, but was happy to have them off, letting the small chain that held them together slip through his fingers. At least he had time to plan for an escape. Now how he would do that?

But the feeling in his chest felt more pertinent, his eyes falling to the floor and scaling over to the vanity. Rouge had brought it in at some point, but he hated the idea of looking at himself, especially with the way Rouge liked to dress him...

The curiosity got to him, and when Sonic saw himself in the mirror, he flinched reflexively to cover his chest. No. No. This wasn't happening. His arms moved just a hint, only for him to see the peaking crest of his cleavage. He'd be Rouge sized soon. He knew this was happening, he had even seen it early on, but it had progressed so quickly he had forgotten they'd be so big at this point. Sonic felt beyond silly with a growing pair of perky breasts, and she could only imagine how painful it'd be to run with them - and if she was going to escape, she'd need to be properly dressed for the occasion. As she took a seat, pulling herself in closer, the lights coming on, her fingers dashed to the drawers as she dug desperately, hoping to find something. Empty... empty... makeup. Tons and tons of makeup... come on...

Sonic gasped.

She saw a pair of red runners and a couple of rings, but no sports bra or really any kind of bra.

Sonic sighed. Maybe next time when Rouge trusted her enough, maybe she would give her access to a wardrobe, then she could dress herself properly and then get out of here. Sonic rested her face on top of her hands, getting a close up look at her pouty self. Then from another angle... and another angle... wow, Sonic had never seen her bad sides before... but she had her good sides too. No wonder Amy used this thing so much... in fact, a memory triggered of Sonic making fun of Amy for being so vain... now she was the vain one. Was there a way she could make herself look better?

Her eyes strayed down to the makeup filled drawers, as she started opening them and pulling them out. They clattered as she dropped them all in front of herself. Tubes and tiny bottles stood or had fallen over, as she picked them up one at a time, her keen eye affixed to the labels like a scientist checking for formulas. All the sissy videos Rouge played weren't just about sex... in fact, a few of them were just about applying makeup, and Sonic really had to recall what they were telling her and how to apply them. Was it foundation first or concealer first...

As Sonic found her way around the makeup, situated outside the room behind a window, was Sonic's #1 fan club, the ones that made her first visit so memorable; the tentacles were teeming like usual. She jokingly thought as she swished around her blending brush: 'not until I'm finished, boys', which was just a joke... just a joke.

Turquoise as eyeshadow to bring out her green eyes, heavy mascara for her lashes, pink lipstick because they made Rouge's lips look kissable, so why not hers? Sonic applied the works, though her former speedy ways just weren't going to cut it in making her face the way she wanted, taking a much slower approach; almost not believing she had the patience for it.

Sonic's hands fell into her lap, softly and daintily; feeling a little lightheaded, and she wasn't sure why. Standing, she was about to move away and maybe use the little girls room, but one of her limp wrists knocked over one of the bottles of makeup off the stand, which startled her into peeping out an 'oooh!'. Sonic bent down in a circuitous fashion to get it, her back was as flat as a board and her ass felt so big that you could have served drinks on her - and Sonic wondered if she would have complained if someone did... especially if it was someone big and strong... that training from Rouge was already kicking in, with one hand searching, the other pressed to her ankle. At one point it was even in reach, but she played it up, taking a bit longer than necessary - a loud bang resounded out, and she jumped as high as she could in heels, looking to see that they had tried to break through the window, but it seemed tempered and strong - at least for now.

The door to the right of the window then vacuumed open.

Oh no...

But instead of the tentacles rushing in to greet her, Rouge clasped her hands in front of her large chest, starry eyed. "I know you'd pass the test!"

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"This is for me?"

Sonic stood in a room unknown to him, adjacent to a queen sized bed with hanging drapes that sat across from a balcony view to the outside world. There was pink, but a tasteful use of it, with clean, ivory white furnishings making up most of it. "I talked it over with the big guy, I think you've earned your own little boudoir. And check this out..." Rouge threw open two closet doors, her bosom high and bouncing. Sonic had been following Rouge quite meekly, but when she saw the dresses, she was in heaven. Blouses, ruffled princess frocks and skirts. She pawed through some of them in the front, salivating yet still at seeing the ones in the back. "There's just one more thing we have to do..." Sonic turned and nodded, as she sat down at a rounded table for two, waiting and expecting Rouge to do likewise, as Rouge instead stepped out. Was Sonic going to meet the 'big guy'?

Rouge, instead, wheeled in the VR machine. Hadn't she passed those tests by now...? Oh well, these were always fun. Why not another?

All plugged in, Rouge only presented a pair to Sonic, not taking part this time, it seemed, but it was a nice change of pace for Sonic that she was the one putting on the goggles, especially with the makeup caked on. She'd be careful in doing so, not letting it totally rest against her face, a degree of separation; the screen still dark while adjusting it a cinch to be a bit more comfortable, then it all came into view:

It was a beautiful looking room with sun shining through all the glass paned windows with shrubs beneath. It was a relaxing place; a place that would have been nice to see while stuck in the lab as Rouge's guinea pig, but at the center of it all was...

Amy.

His sharp teeth clinched.

She smiled and spoke, her voice shy. "Hi Sonic. Let me introduce you to my... er, friends." And in they walked, ten or so of them, and they all had a... suspiciously similar look to one another. Like they were all family - related to a certain doctor - possibly long lost cousins and brothers towering above her. Then one proceeded to fling her to the couch behind them. "Waaaah! Nooooo~!" She tumbled backwards, cowering, as her gloved hands partially covered her face, but not totally obscuring everything, one eye peaking through two of her fingers at the barrel chested and bloated man that now hovered over her. She then lifted them from her face, revealing her usual sweet smile underneath. "Just kidding, Sonic." She laughed in a teasing manner. "That's how I reacted when Robotnik first captured me." She snapped a finger. "Now this-" Amy raised both her arms, helping the man peel away her red dress with the white outline on the hem, the size of it like a rag in his fists as he tossed it, revealing her mostly naked body underneath. Then he easily took her by the ankles and slid her flat onto her back, her white and red boots looking heavy on her frame, spread eagle as she could get. "Is how I really feel about them." Her lips looked large and puffy in that tight pair of cotton white panties, as she stuck two thumbs into the back lining to slip herself out of them.

The peach colored skin of her arms extended further over her form, spreading down from her C-cup chest, all the way to her tummy and right between her legs; her labia sitting between her neon pink furred and athletic legs, contrasting perfectly. Amy took a hold of the stranger, needing both hands to stroke him up and down his pale growth, tentative fingers making a point to show it off to the camera, as if Sonic himself was there to see it up close while on his knees in front of them, playing with himself... it pierced Amy slowly, spreading open her young flower, exposing the inner nethers of her salmon pink pussy, almost piercing her like a knife she was strangely fond of, that evolved into a familiar look that made his face ache, one of a hanging tongue and drool.

After several thrusts, the man took hold of Amy's thighs and positioned himself underneath her, careful not to totally spear her on his rod, finally allowing the others their turn, as they crowded the scene. It was like she was as trained as he had been. "Don't worry, I'll do my best!" Her pink nipples erect as the cocks she wrapped her hands around, as if using them to stabilize herself, getting an eyeful of each of them, wondering which to choose first, starting with slow jerks before distending her jaw as much as she could to accept them; but even so, the heads of their cocks chipmunked her cheeks as she hoovered them in, as Amy seemed totally entranced, her wide and big emerald eyes focusing up at whoever she was sucking at the time, the blowjobs sloppy and wet. Then she looked towards the camera... or him. "Thee Thonic? Turnth out mmmph-" The cock fell out of her mouth, and she gasped, readjusting her red headband. "I didn't need to marry you after all. I'm so cute, I could get any human man I want." One of the humans then ran his hand through her hair, which she was quite receptive to, nuzzling into it before taking him back in.

They then flipped her. Now she was squatting with her her back to the camera, her sizable backside pointing, tail lifted, no longer facing Sonic, hands on her knees for balance. Her peachy colored, taut little asshole, then had a cock pushed between her pink cheeks towards her back entrance, really trying to force it in with no subtlety, and before he could see Amy in pain, Sonic was quick to yank it off in one swift motion; while the noises of Amy's moaning screams emanated from the speakers of the device, making it even worse for him to imagine, Rouge couldn't even look him in the eyes, looking down at her folded hands, her bat ears drooping a little.

But Sonic only felt one, strained, weird, emotion:

"Could I watch this again while on that giant vibrator?"
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