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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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Sonic walked with sheer confidence down the prison halls, walking in the way Beth had taught her. Hip sway forward, then the rest of her body would follow. She remembered when the men in their cells used to try to scare and intimidate her, and now, they were giving her googoo eyes. "Hey Sonic, you're looking great today!" One man hooted. She remembered her first random gift, a can of ravioli's, just given to her at no extra cost. One man had rushed to wave to her, his arms through the cell door. "Tell Bunk if he's not careful, I'm gonna steal you for myself." Sonic daintily threw up her wrist in his general direction, her open palm clear, her turquoise colored nails long.
"Oooooh!" "Ice cold!" Some other men hollered.
Sonic could hardly wrap her head around it. Just a few days ago, they would have beaten the old Sonic to a pulp if he tried something like that. Now they just accepted her blow off in joyous camaraderie.
Sonic almost started skipping back to her cell.
"Hey baby." Bunk forced a kiss on the side of her cheek, which Sonic was happy to get. She remembered when something like that show of affection would have disgusted not only him, but her as well. Now, she responded in kind, pawing her hand delicately along his strong and manly chest, as he leaned on her shoulder, pulling her into himself with exuberance, before showing off everything -- his usual hiding places stuffed to the absolute brim. "Look, I have so much shit I have to keep some of the drugs and commissary in other guys cells." He turned to her, Bunk's eyes gleaming. "You are one popular little slut."
Sonic blushed. "Aw Bunk. I'm only doing what I'm told."
He shook his head. "Nuh uh, no way. You're going above the call -- you're driving some guys in here nuts. They're giving me their life savings just so they can get you all week."
Sonic's face got hotter, as he got a little bashful thinking about the attention. Bunk then turned her head again towards himself, as he mashed their lips together. Sonic couldn't believe it, her eyes still open, while Bunk's closed. Eventually, Sonic relented, falling into him.
Ripping himself off her, his forehead on hers, breathing hard. "I want you. Right now." Sonic ran gayly like a woman being chased by her lover, as Bunk stalked her, snapping and pinching at her bottom, as they both went behind a makeshift curtain, a place he had installed for all the illicit activities he would have Sonic get up to.
Raising up their goblet, Sonic and Bunk took their hit of the powder, like they were equals in search of their own highs, but their bodies reacted to it in completely opposite ways. It got Bunk hard, and it got Sonic's pussy ovulating. Sonic would sound even more girly and stupid after every sniffter of it. "Hahahahaha~" Her nose still having a bit of the dust underneath her well groomed nose. Bunk did something he usually never did: He smiled seeing a goofier side of Sonic. Like she were a real person for a moment, and not just a receptacle. Sonic initiated things, pressing up against the wall, her spine like a feline's. "I'm ready for my closeup, Mr. Bunk~" Her voice rolled seductively. Bunk was not far behind, his prick poking against her orange short covered buttocks.
Sonic shimmied her hips, letting them fall down, as she gave an enticing wag before his meathooks were all over them. Taking hold of her hips, he admired the plumpness of her butt, knowing this was all his. His dickhead met her asshole, and like it had already been prelubed, it slipped in with ease. Sonic nearly broke her nails at the feeling of him entering, the drugs magnifying the sensation. After two pumps, he came early, but he kept going, filling Sonic up with almost as much cum as if he had just pissed up her asshole. "You're my bitch. You'll always be my bitch." His sweaty face grunted out into her ear. Sonic leaned into it, loving the sensation of his voice vibrating through her body.
"Ooooo, make me cum, daddy!"
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She needed a bath.
Stripping down and entering the shower room, Sonic stood awkward in this field of predators, her widened hips, big butt and supermodel thin legs made her standout amongst all these reprobates. Except for the true prison homos, who she came to despise, all heads were turned for her - both the big and small ones.
There was one thing protecting her, however:
She was Bunk's.
Sonic scrubbed herself down, forming suds all over herself that went straight to her blue penis. Sonic hated shower time, because as brainless as she had become, it gave her time to think, and to be reminded she wasn't fully female. She took this awkward looking thing into her palm, but treated it with clinical disinterest, getting underneath her foreskin, before she tossed her set of balls down, then refocused on the rest of herself -- the parts she considered to be far more important. Flipping back her long quills, she ran a hand down her chest -- but there was a phantom quality to it. He never used to have these things before. His breasts... his hips... everything about him had changed to be as soft and lithe as a woman on the outside. They screamed out to him that this wasn't just his body anymore...
It was Amy's.
And if it was Amy's, he wanted to touch her. Sonic tweaked her enlarged pink nipples through the blue fur, getting a girlish moan from herself; her toes curled just from the self touch. Her nearest neighbor noticed, as he leaned in, offering advice. "Hey Sonic, tamp that shit down. Just because you're Bunk's girl doesn't mean we gonna stop if you don't shut up."
Oh really?
Sonic smirked.
Sonic assumed the position under the cold shower water. Sonic jiggled her ass, her thighs pressed in such a way as to hide her scrote. "La la la la~" Her angelic voice sang, as she pretended to scrub her arms.
First come, first serve, as they say...
"Fuck Bunk! I can't take this anymore!" One of the strangers angled himself up with her rosebud, and just from the way the tip felt, she knew it was going to scrape her guts. As he began to push, she winced. Despite all her training, she tapped out on the tiles like morse code. It was too much. "Your asshole... move it like you gotta take a shit." Like she hadn't heard that one before, that could have been a pick up line in here... his instructions were throaty, clearly wanting to get inside of her as fast as possible. Yet the idea of all those men stroking themselves in anticipation as they waited in line had her worthless little pecker as aroused as it could get these days, and eventually, she encouraged him to keep going.
She couldn't wait for it to fill that emptiness inside her.
"Fuuuuuck." He lasted about five or so thrusts. Not bad -- but Sonic loved the gift he left more, as cum sloshed around her colon, a comforting warmth in all this cold stream - but it was a gift she was sadly going to have to get rid of. She lowered into a squat, covering her clitty and pushing on her taint. The man's cum loosened and broke apart in a slow loogie like fashion, as she pushed on it from her pussy hole and into a drain.
Sonic then shot back up, her tail wagging for the next person in line. "Whose next?"
It continued on like this, with Sonic taking on newcomers to her services and some familiar customers.
Some of the men were fierce fuckers, making her penis swing in the air as they delivered pump after pump
Some were even giving - though she never encouraged it - they reached around her hip and jerked her limp penis as hard as they could get it, which wasn't very. Still, she appreciated the effort.
Some men were lucky to still be called men.
Some men didn't even want her ass, wanting a suckjob instead.
She ended up spread eagled on the shower floor, the water having long since shut off, and now her blue fur was full of matted hair and sticky white clumps. Sonic writhed in the cum that hadn't yet dried, spreading some of the cream over her clitty and rubbing it in like it were the inner folds of a vagina.
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"Hey Bunk, thanks for the shower fun."
He stood up, frustrated. That was the third guy today that thanked him out of nowhere... for what? He snapped his finger at him. "What are you talking about?"
The man that commented stopped. "You know... Sonic. She fucked everybody in the shower half an hour ago." Bunk's hands tightened. The man was worried he had done something wrong. "Hey, she-" Bunk let out a guttural yell before smashing his fist into the solid concrete wall of his cell, chipping off some paint as he reeled back bruised looking knuckles.
"That fucking bitch!" His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his skull.
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