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Prison Island Inmate	By : TimedWatcher & Cakepoundin Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 9314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Robotnik hoisted Sonic up from his chair to the top of his desk, dropping him with a harsh thud -- a move that didn't inspire any sort of reaction from the blue wearing orange hedgehog, still continuing to drone on and on with a mumble, face pressed into a stack of papers. "Amy... Amy..." He kept repeating her name as Sonic watched on loop the degradation of his love... his rose...
The fat man, poised above, as he stripped the poor boy, had to admire what he had been missing all these years: Sonic's athletic, blue, furry ass. Much like Amy's tush, it was big, but lacked a certain thick and grabbable femininity. Yet having his cheeks all spread apart on his desk tempted him to give them a rub with a resulting sproing. "If I had known all it would take was for me to stop you, would be to start screwing you woodland creatures..." He lowered, dipping his large nose into the crevice, teasing Sonic's entrance with a lick. He stopped, breathing hot air against Sonic's pink hole, causing it to wince with each exhale. "Let's just say I'd have chopped the forest down with my erection." Robotnik truly had his cake, and was gonna eat it too.
The mad doctor, despite having Sonic already in a precarious position, couldn't help but twist his crank at just the idea of Sonic being like this. This was his rival, his nemesis. Now, Robotnik was tongue bathing his asspussy just so he wouldn't tear the poor hedgehog in half, by preparing him for a true fucking. While he was a mad genius, he was human all the same, horny to just stick it in. Aligning their genitals, he contrasted himself with his former rival - and there was no comparison with the limp blue penis that hung helplessly, its reddened head kissing the top of his desk with trails of precum.
Looking ahead, he caught a glimpse of Amy's orgasmic face in the celluloid - a face he wanted to see replicated on Sonics - and even if he couldn't, Sonic had many years ahead of herself to learn to love it. "If there's one thing I know from being a warden here: Prison sex isn't gay."
Robotnik's beet colored dong pressed at his wincing starfish, catching it in a snagging exhale, before he injected into Sonic at full force, his prick sending an electric bolt through the blue blur, reminding him that he was still alive, and that video of Amy was real. "Noooooo!" He squealed in a rather girlish manner. Sonic pushed himself up by his hands and knees, now on all fours, his penetrated anus still suctioned into Robotnik's groin however.
Robotnik smiled wildly, as he pressed down on his spine, lowering Sonic's face back into a knocked over set of folders. "No need for theatrics, Sonic. I know you don't care about her anymore." He thrusted. "All you care about-" He pumped. "Is big." He humped. "Human." He jabbed. "COCK!" Sonic groaned with each maneuver from him, as the image of Amy seared into his brain, watching her genuine pleasured reaction to Robotnik's cock made Sonic want to emulate the feeling, as Robotnik ploughed Sonic's backdoor canal like it were Amy's slippery wet cunt - because it might as well have been.
"Unh... unh..." Robotnik almost thought that was the video. "Mmmm, mmmmph..." His mouth held aghast, as Sonic's voice changed into something he dared even call womanly. Sonic's moans had become bitch-like, no roughness or gruffness or even trying to be a stern in the face of being fucked against your will. Sonic was loving it.
"Ooo-hoooh, you little prison bitch. Take my fucking load like the slut you are." Robotnik's already sweat filled face became a greasy teapot of boiling over ugliness, as he became truly horrendous to look at while ejaculating; doing so deeply into Sonic's pussy hole, but the impact of Robotnik's dick was driving Sonic forward, causing him to scooch away inch by inch, but Robotnik pulled at his ankle, holding him in place, as his final hip movement collided with Sonic's blue buns. He held himself in place like a key that had found its perfect lock, the joy in his heart radiating, for one simple reason:
He had defeated Sonic.
Robotnik's penis looked like it could go again as it plopped out, leaving behind a gusher of hot load after load pumped and seeped from Sonic's gaping orifice, and it seemed to be the only thing that held him up, as Sonic's knees quaked and he collapsed. Sonic's green eyes stayed stuck wide, unblinking. Robotnik carelessly tossed Sonic's legs over the side of his desk like an accordion, as he stuffed his corpulent belly back into his pants. He aimed for his intercom button like he were conducting a symphony. "Oh Eva, send for the guards to clean up this mess and get it back to it's cell."
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Bunk had been pacing for hours, rage stalking his steps, as meandering questions floated from his dome. None of the screws would give him a straight answer on where she was. Not that he cared about the little fag - but Sonic was his property. Did the little bitch get herself into a cat fight with Beth and now she was in solitary? He told Bull he could look but he couldn't touch, did he...?
Before plans of how he'd get the boys to handle Bull, the door to the cell opened and Sonic was so much as dumped off as 'your problem now'. Sonic looked like the fresh fish he had been when he had first arrived to Prison Island; her eyes big and glassy, but they seemed to lack something:
A soul.
He cornered her regardless, he didn't care how many ghosts she had seen. "Where the hell have you been!? I've got names and dates for you to memorize." He raised a single finger. "I own you."
Instead of the standard capitulation and apologies, Sonic fell to her knees in front of him, pawing at his junk. "You want me to be your sissy faggot, Bunk? I'll be your sissy faggot -- just hook me up with more of what you got. Like when we first made love..." Even in his current state, it still disgusted Sonic that he said that.
Bunk didn't get the answer he was expecting, though this groveling was welcome. He smiled, going for his bed, procuring two things. "I've got what you need." He held out her request in one hand in a baggy. "But this-" He held out his other hand. "I need you to start regulating on your own. I can't be thinking about your injections." The other was the needle of medicine he had been using to bring out the woman in Sonic. "Three times a week. Understand?"
Sonic got up, bending over in front of Bunk, while undoing her garb. "Understood... but just one last injection the way we used to do it, okay Bunk?" She wiggled her ass at the man who had made her this way, ready for the sharp prick.
Bunk snorted, slithering up Sonic's back, his hardness pressing to the blue hole. "I'll give you more than just the needle." He licked his thumb before dipping it into the now open baggy. "Say 'aww'." Sonic's mouth rarely had to be asked to be opened, but she let her tongue hang out, a bit of drool running over, as if expecting something else. Bunk ran it in trails on top of her tongue, then the rest of her mouth - and soon, Sonic forgot everything.
Sonic's sense of self was an astral projection as he pictured himself outside the prison, running along green hilltops -- even though across the crisp clean and clear waters back to where his trapped physical body was being raped in every sadistic position Bunk could think up, Sonic saw a pink aura seemingly switch places with him.
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Stripping naked down to his now thickening furry blue butt, which made it hard to get in and out these days, Beth handed him a pair of scissors.
"Oh fuck! Oooooh fuUuUck!" She moaned like a bitch in heat. Her ass was being torn to shreds by two massive cocks from two neanderthals too horny to notice how much it would hurt to do it at the same time. She dug out and rubbed her pocket candy along her gums, then shoved the rest down her throat.
Despite the pain, her clitty still orgasmed several times.
Sonic began to cut the sleeves to his mandated prison jump suit, turning his pants into a pair of shorts and his top into a vest.
Sonic had nearly completed another suck job, now jerking the prisoner to completion, she was about to digest some more candy before the inevitable cumshot, except as she was rolling it around her mouth and tongue, she had missed her cue and the protein splashed her cheek.
After a painful incision of ink, his arms now bare and exposed; the words "Prison Island Inmate" with a heart from Beth beside it was now tatted to his right arm, leaving no question as to his status here.
She received a stiff smack. She knew the rules. She only looked up to him with an accepting 'I'll make this better' look.
Beth handed Sonic a pair of pink g-string panties, a color she thought would look perfect on him. In Sonic's mind, ditching his old male underwear wasn't even up for debate.
"Clean that shit up." Sonic did as commanded, face and hands pressed into the cold floor, hoovering up wherever the stains were. She darted her tongue out at the spots of cum, the taste of dirt and mites not bothering her in the least. "You really are a fuckin' nasty ass hedgewhore, you know that?"
Sonic's maw and Beth's ebony lips met in the middle, moistening the head of the meaty phallus; their tongues both slipping and sliding while looking up to Bunk graciously, a hand on each of his legs.
With legs spread, knees bent, Sonic stood on glittering wedged high heels that made her look like a high priced stripper. She bounced her booty up and down before Robotnik, as he reached down to snap the string in the crack of her ass, admiring the way it barely covered up her asshole, though the man was still too cheap to leave a dollar bill. Not that Sonic would get any use out of it.
A volcano of semen flooded from Bunk's penis, as both girls fought for dominance of who could lick him up more. Beth had a flicky lizard tongue deal as she greeted the sperm in several stabs. Sonic held true however, holding position and tasting his shlong, as she scooped it up like ice cream.
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