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Sonic the Sissyhog	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 9624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Cold wind breezed through her artificial cleavage like a horny business man's tongue. Her fleecey green peacoat with the button up belt combination was tied as tightly around the middle as she could get it to help with the image of her bust as she proudly walked in and out of a local coffee shop. The worker seemed confused as to the name he was writing on the cup, and gave her several looks over. She only answered by giving the cashier a wink as she got her latte with the soy milk -- which she heard from Rouge was great for breast development.

Sonic could only wonder why Rouge hadn't told Blaze about it.

Then again, she wouldn't tell Blaze either.

Her recently injected dick sucking lips blew into the exposed part of the lid, before she took a nipping sip of her hot espresso, finding herself down her old tricking neighborhood. 'Tricking' was a good word for it, because she used to suck off men without them knowing of her status - and even thinking about that made her oversized clitty tingle; normally that wouldn't bother her, but today it did. Considering what happened yesterday, for the first time since she had been feminized by Robotnik's ray, she called into question the very point of her sissyhood. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was always at the mercy of others. Not out of fear, mind you, but more out of how reliant she was on men to turn her on. Suffice to say, she was tired of being on the receiving end.

The upcoming alley had a lot of history to it - as it was the first place she ever sucked dick in exchange for money. She wanted some pretty clothes - not just the slutty ones Rouge gave her. Of course just a plain ol' good beej wasn't enough for the wardrobe she wanted - so she had to give a lot of them, yet she never considered asking any of them to return the favor...

She paused.

Oh brother... brothers... a group of criminals were cornering a helpless student.

As the heat radiated in her hand, she lamented how few sips she actually got out of it. Sonic tossed her drink at the back of the head of one, scalding the brown man red. He screamed, getting the others to turn as she quickly leapt forward, bouncing off or kicking any that stood in her way, landing with grace on the thick stem of her stilletto heel.

"Let's go!" She held out her hand. He was apprehensive at first, but as soon as he saw a few of them begin to rise up, he took it. "Hold on!" As it looked like the blue hedgehog was about to rev up, he did his best to keep his momentum with hers. He then felt himself in one place, then another. Indeed, the environment change was sudden, from concrete and bricks to the green trees and grass of the city park. He patted himself down, confused. "I can form a blue shield to protect myself and others."

"Oh... thank you." He collapsed into the bench like he had run the marathon she just did, completely exasperated. What a day - missed his train and then almost got mugged. Well, it couldn't get any worse.

As he opened his eyes, she was sat beside him with crossed legs wrapped in nylon black stockings, her hands at her hips, looking up to the night sky. "It's nice out... the stars... the moon... they didn't ruin it for you, did they?" Her large green, and he did mean large, eyes, turned towards him, her profile strange yet soft, lips full and big. He knew her high volume hair... er, blue spikes, obviously, but he wasn't sure what to ask until now.

He shook his head to her question. "So are you like... Sonic's sister?"

"No silly, I am Sonic." She corrected him like a fun and sexy school teacher might, her hand straying near her chest, his vision clearly locked on them. What? That... huh? That didn't seem right - didn't seem right at all. Yet nothing disproved her claim. He wasn't talking to someone pretending to look kinda like Sonic, nor someone pretending to run fast. She had everything Sonic had, right up to the small height, but he couldn't help but think about the conflicting message of this sexual being that was right next to him and the difference between that and what he had seen on the news, and as he tried his best to look away and make eye contact again, Sonic brushed that hand underneath her gold earring, a small giggle, as if to address his staring. "Do you like them? Just got 'em."

"I didn't... I wasn't..."

She threw back an arm onto the bench, playing it off perfectly. "It's okay, a boy your age can't help it. High school?"

He shook his head. "No, uh, just graduated."

"That's good. I don't think I could ever cut it in the human world. So many rules - education, then work. I just want to relax and have fun." He smiled and nodded, averting his gaze, thinking about how freeing it might be to live like Sonic. When he looked back to her, Sonic had shifted towards him, along with a seriousness in her eyes. "You like having fun, don't ya?" She then unbuttoned her coat, throwing her hand carelessly, opening it further. "Oops." From the surrounding blue fur, her peach skin middle formed tear drop tits that looked amazing as she exposed herself. With pink nipples as well, she was basically a human girl to him, minus the face - though he wasn't downplaying her face, as her exaggerated features under all that make up made every one of her sexual advances that much more thrilling to him.

"What do you want from me?" His voice a whisper, helplessly closing in on her.

She spoke like Rouge, with an inviting allure in her voice. "Whatever you want from me...~"

They kissed, his amateurish hands groping wherever they pleased. Sonic hadn't felt this much exuberance and innocence since she had been with Tails, as he squeezed and twisted on her nipples, or pulled and pushed on her breasts, Sonic letting out quiet cooing to let him know she appreciated it. Sonic then began guiding him even further down, the boys palm already way ahead of her, gripping tightly onto her underwear, his fingers rubbing up against her thick thighs. Sonic's tuck job was hidden perfectly under her lacey black panties, or if he could tell, he just didn't care. He slid off the bench, still transfixed on what was between her legs; he lacked subtlety in his seduction, as she could sense a sort of whining in his body movement, an almost, begging for pussy inner nature coming out.

Hooking the sides with her thumbs, she slipped it down inch by inch, gradually, leaving him drooling. With her legs pressed together, she held it for a teasing moment, before she spread herself open, and like a magic trick, the small, blue, and pink piece of meat unfurled from its hiding place before him. "... wh-what?" Sonic could see his face turn a ghastly and pale white at the revelation, his mouth open.

As if it were an invite, she shoved herself in, her soft hand on the back of his head to make sure he wouldn't spit it out. "Algh-algh-algh" At the point he realised what was going on, he couldn't close his mouth - instead, only managing to wrap his lips around the blue popsicle, as if suggesting to her that he wanted this: He didn't, and he couldn't help but watch how his warm and wet mouth gave her skin a dark blue sheen.

Sonic relaxed back, widening her legs even further - 'no wonder guys liked having this done to them' she thought - but it wasn't to her liking, so she took inspiration from the way guys used her. "You're. Too. Slow." She punctuated each word with a thrust of her hips up into the back of his throat, resulting in a gag every time. It wasn't long until she was done, Sonic's sharp teeth baring as she released dribbles of cum, though it was as never as heavy as any man's, and she liked that the medicine she took made it weak and watery looking; less for her to clean up when she could orgasm just from the smell, let alone the sucking.

As soon as she pulled out her now limping noodle, he spat as many times as he could, eventually running out of saliva, or at least the energy to gather more. He had a locked ahead, deer in headlights look of disbelief, as he focused on an oak tree on the otherside between the partitioned wooden boards, his elbows propping him up; remnants of slobbery cum dripping from his lips, unsure if that had actually happened, but being reminded of what was to come as the sound of sharp heel clicks on the cement path kept him from moving, unsure of what she might do next.

Sonic threw off that overcoat of hers onto an armrest of the bench, now standing behind the boy, stroking herself up from half mast. "Up. Stand up." Frustration grew in her voice as she tried to give him directions. As the late teens boy used his legs like an awkward fawn, she commanded him again. "Take off your pants... and do it like you want this." Sonic watched the elastics furl up as it slinked down off him. She spit into her hand... disgusting... before she pressed her moistened palm to his backside and applied it... even more disgusting...

He tried to brace himself, but made a strange noise of disgust as he felt her head about to enter. He shut his eyes, tears streaming down as Sonic bucked into him. He was halfway between crying and begging her to stop.

"Oh shush." She slapped his back. "You should see the dicks I take - this is nothin'!" That did little to comfort him, as he wailed a bit in response, so Sonic tried a different tactic. "Do you really want someone to see you getting screwed by something half your size?" Now a hint more quiet, he just sounded more like he was dry heaving. Sonic rubbed his sides. "That's a good boy." Sonic watched as she slowly but surely disappeared within him, before her hips motioned back and forth as if she were dancing with the poor kids guts.

Sonic lost touch with the ground as she arched her back over him, her spines at their apex, her pink asshole flexing and tightening in the glow of a nearby lamp, her high heeled feet clutching against his buckling knees. Sonic couldn't believe she had more in reserve, as she pumped torrent after torrent of cum into him, her head flinging back, out of breath in one of the few times in her life.

He didn't move a muscle as she jumped off him, as Sonic slipped on her coat, buttoning it up, she reached into her pocket and brought out a phone. Flipping it open, she took a picture of that cream filled doughnut she made, needing a lasting memory of the event, as Sonic was unsure if she was willing to repeat the experience.
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