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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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WHAAAAAT!?
That was her response; Sonic's mouth partially twitching. "But I help run some of your war operations!" She protested in disbelief.
"You're my wife -- and that means you're never too high up the totem pole to not be doing your womanly duties." He shoved the sponge and bucket filled with sudsy water with the heel of his boot again in her direction, a contained tidalwave nearly going over the side before splashing back down.
Sonic grumbled to herself as she gave the sponge a satisfying SQUISH before slopping it around in front of herself in repeating circles, moving from quadrant to quadrant when she deemed the area spick and span enough.
Her working arms conjoined her tits together, making her already Rouge-tier large bust look absolutely stacked, which was one of the many things that got the doctor hot and heavy for her in that moment.
And when not bound betweeen her arms, the cleavage bounced heavy and loose, even in her tight red stewardess uniform
They had BOTS for this...
They could AFFORD hired help...
D'woooh... why was she so complaining so much? Sonic remembered being a lot more carefree.
What was she even scrubbing anyway? These were stainless steel floors! Still however, she did as her man asked of her.
Robotnik moved with coy goosesteps, hands behind himself as he turned the corner on her shaking and jiggling form. He had to crouch down quite a ways, the joints in his knees popping as he took position behind her, but Robotnik was already at a hog and a half, his cock like a steel beam pole across her back, resting in the nestle of her heart shaped ass, which was outlined in the tight looking skirt. Her thick and moist eyelashes fluttered in confusion.
Using the tip of his penis, the latex red skirt had no surface grit, causing it to easily slide up her blue behind, exposing that she wasn't wearing any panties currently for him to chew off. The pink head met her soft globes, as he nudged her blue furry buns apart. Pushing down on the base of his long shlong, he found the entrance he was quite familiar with.
Robotnik plunged into the pink hole. "Eeehrrrrgh... keep up the good work, dear..." He grunted, feeding more and more of his huge human cock into her tight sized Mobian knothole. Sonic looked tense. Her fist tightened, and all the water drained from the sponge and through her knuckles. He moved slowly at first. Pulling back on Sonic, the ring of her anus suctioned onto his pole before going back in place, which Robotnik then ruined by shoving himself back in again, repeating the tugging stretch of her pussy.
This was never his favorite position -- particularly because of his body type, but it never had the same intimacy as missionary:
The proper position for a husband and wife
Thrown on her back, Sonic gave her hubby a pair of wanting bedroom eyes, her arms cast apart like she were a damsel in a chalk outline. The red, black and yellow top squeezed her tits together, her cleavage pointing down to a triple set of entirely decorative white buttons that accentuated her hourglass figure. Her green eyes shimmered. Her dark eyelashes flicked wet, cast in sharp wings to opposite sides of her lids. Sonic kissed the air, her large lips like shining rubber with a coat of paint.
Of COURSE she had more work done. She felt like an artpiece half finished, but more importantly, she'd do anything to keep her man happy and more importantly, interested.
It wasn't long before Robotnik had thrown her legs up over his shoulders and began plundering her blue booty harder and harsher than when she was on her knees.
An open mouthed and bimbo like dead eyed expression froze on her face like she was about to be photographed, but her eyes drifted downward, now staring at her tummy as she was consistently reamed. Sonic watched her 'womb' go from flat to full in milliseconds. It was so frustrating going from a brain draining fullness to a deprived emptiness.
Sonic wished he could live inside her forever.
Sonic's penis, with constant use of her cage, had shrunken it down to the size of a chestnut, though some of that shrinkage could be accounted for falling into her body as she laid prone on her back. What would be an embarrassment on any man was beautiful between her legs, the emerging and glistening pink clitty from the flap of blue foreskin. The jewel encrusted cage was purely ceremonial at this point, but that didn't stop Robotnik from batting it around, which sent orgasmic shocks through Sonic's system and a squeaking bit of glee escaping her as well as dribbling out some cum that moved like hot glue.
Sweating and grimacing, Sonic squealed knowing what was to come, as Robotnik jammed himself all the way into her; Sonic swearing to god that she could feel him tickle the roof of her mouth. Robotnik's hotness filled her belly to the brim. Sonic could have been mistaken for a fish, as she flopped about at the sensation of pure heat.
She was awoken with his gloved hand, as he clasped Sonic's cheek. Sonic responded by leaning into it, nuzzling back like she were just his pet. "Heheh... run along now, dear. I have some business to attend to."
Retracting his still erect feeling cock from her guts nearly gave her another orgasm; and like she were holding in tinkle for too long, some of his cum squirted out from her recently uncorked orifice involuntarily, looking like a gaping mouth that was now closing shut after a failed attempt at spitting a loogie.
Sonic blushed.
Now she really WOULD have to clean the floors...
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Rouge's saucier and glossier pink lips kissed the air over her steaming hot tea, while Sonic's more subtle bubblegum colored ones were pressed together and already sipping the milky looking drink.
In classic black and white frilly maid outfits, Shadow and Knuckles drooled over the horse bits in their mouths, their hands bound at their backs and down to their ankles, their wrists laying against their enlarged and girly asses. A rod was inserted along their spine to make the setup particularly inescapable and annoying for the two as Shadow and Knuckles carried silver trays in awkwardly clenched hands filled with snacks and drinks. Both Knuckles and Shadow were plugged up, though the only thing visible to the dining girls was a ruby red jewel end, as the rubber of the bulbous fat egg shape was currently carving up their insides, metaphorically speaking, making their sphincters the perfect cock taking vessels. Sonic absentmindedly compared them to when she was first put through the heels training by Rouge, but was more concerned about fixing up her quills, pushing them together, then letting them fall again, before quickly styling them to how she wanted them.
The china white with floral patterns atop golden swirls clinked back down into the plate. "How is Tails?" Sonic lifted her leg and crossed it over the knee of the other while pushing up her shoulders, feigning a refined, even regal personality, but the wetness in her eyes betrayed her. Sonic kept her personal feelings bottled up, being professional about the question, though if Rouge said the wrong thing, she'd spill over like she were elbowed at a wine party.
"Good... though he... doesn't have very many... friends... these days-" Rouge's big eyes consciously directed themselves over to a humiliated looking Shadow and Knuckles, trying to socially communicate the idea to Sonic without so much saying so. Rouge then quickly tried to move the conversation, though she wasn't sure quite how to say it. "How are Robotnik's... taking over the world aspirations?"
That got Sonic excited, taking her mind off Tails, her long eyelashes fluttering. She leaned back, her crossed leg bouncing. "Oh gosh, where do I start?" She rested her drink in her saucer, sitting a bit straighter. "Okay, so, as you know, the internets been taken down recently."
Rouge's eyes adjusted, responding like she already knew the answer. "Tch. Well that explains that."
"Well. Too many people were talking and making plans on how to stop him. I don't know how he did it -- you know, the technical side... I'm just a girl afterall and not a genius like him, but he went to the source and took it offline." Sonic sounded proud of her man and his deeds like he were a folklore hero. "-And Robotnik has the only available backed up archive of it." She swirled her finger around the rim. "So if you or Tails ever need access to it, just let us know." Rouge looked a bit unimpressed, knowing that Tails would never take her up on the offer. "But enough about work -- you wanna watch me put these girly boys through some big DICK dildo training?" Sonic rolled her eyes in her head, trying to think of something else they could do. "Oh! Or maybe watch the tentacles go to town on them!?"
Rouge tried not to answer through several sips, but eventually gave in. "I don't think Tails would appreciate me watching a crime being committed."
Sonic's mouth clicked in frustration, tapping her hand across the table. "Oh, you're no fun."
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Sonic was up late, trawling through more porn, looking to add more to the pile for her edits tomorrow. There was a bit of frustration on her face as Sonic wasn't sure what to type so she could filter out the darker looking humans from her searches. Doing it from an academic perspective, a lot of what she saw lost it's appeal, which made a lot of sense considering her husband's cock was all she needed, but nothing was exciting and nothing felt juuuuuust right for Shadow and Knuckles.
Still, there was something nostalgic about the process, remembering how Rouge basically propagandized nude people against her. Sonic in her before life, never really looked at porn. Heck, the old Sonic barely liked girls enough to want to see them naked, but the old Sonic never liked guys either...
Sonic then got a little sad thinking that, without some kind of intervention on Rouge's and Robotnik's part, she might have gone her whole life unhappy...
She leaned over, arms crossed, chin pressed down on them.
Sonic thought about how moody Shadow and Knuckles could be, even despite their current interest in girls. Were they unhappy being guys like she was and just didn't know it?
That just reaffirmed Sonic's thought process, taking a proper upright position, her lower back with a slight curve, her shoulders and ass against the back of the office chair, as Sonic clicked and scrolled through more and more porn, trying her best to find Mobian girls that looked like Shadow and Knuckles.
What would today's lesson be about?
Hummm...
Sonic stared at the blank document with only a couple of ideas jotted down. She backspaced a misspelling, a snicker escaping her as she thought about how it's taken longer for her to learn how to use a keyboard and type than accept being a woman -- especially with these nails, slicing them between the empty spaces of the keys.
What would Rouge do?
Sonic hovered the pointer over a file she had passed by time and time again.
ROUGE.exe
Should she really take ideas from her?
Sonic checked the time, realising her test subjects would be up soon.
She double clicked on it.
Sonic expected Barbie pink and red hearts, but it was a utilitarian UI, videos on one side and audio files on the other. Sonic was impressed -- Rouge had apparently recorded weeks of audio to sync up with her porn edits and bulletpointed what they'd be doing that day, from simple dildo riding to holiday themed events, but Sonic was already broken before she could hear them. Apparently for Christmas, Sonic was going to virtually sit in the lap of a fatman who'd be rather indecisive on whether or not she was a naughty boy or girl.
Gosh -- did Rouge lose respect for her by breaking so easily?
Or maybe...
Sonic clutched her throat with her hand, her tongue rolling out from her mouth.
Was Rouge really turned on she broke him so easily...
Sonic pictured Rouge beating that big fat bat dick as she was put through the wringer.
But Sonic managed to ruin her own fantasy, picturing Robotnik walking in and stroking her oversized dick while kissing her in a clutched pull to his chest.
They worked so close together... and Rouge was so beautiful...
Sonic tried to be realistic. There was no way he waited for Sonic to transition fully.
It sort of justified in her mind what she did with Tails.
Uuuuugh. Sonic didn't want to think right now. She needed a distraction, her eyes lingering on the nearby VR goggles.
Back again, Sonic?
Your little brain hasn't POPPED yet...? Hmmph... then let's begin.
Even now, Rouge's words chilled Sonic to the core. It felt like she could get her to do anything as she watched the strange and hypnotizing three dimensional shapes break off and reform like micro-organisms.
News reports started after the sound effect of a reel of an old projector spun up. Sonic never watched much TV, but she recognized some of the faces and names they were showing.
Some big events in her old life.
Moments that meant nothing to her in the now.
Our hero-IS JUST A STUPID BITCH
The blue blur-SUCKS COCK
Then a music video. A dance routine, the girls all asian and cute. Before, Sonic would have had some mild interest in the attractive and dancing pop queens -- but now, she was just taking notes for potential outfits.
You're just a girl...
TAKE COCK NOW
The pop song's chorus intertwined with Rouge's silky and sexy voice, turning it into a monotonous droning interspersed with porn and the practiced sashaying of the asian girls. Human and mobian girls bounced rapidly onto pale and flesh colored cocks; the message was clear when no mobian males were involved.
You're just a girl...
TAKE COCK NOW
Shemales and sissies now took up the majority of the video space, as if replacing the biological women because they just weren't good enough or sexy enough like these girls with their limp clitties bouncing to and fro.
Then like a carcrash, it all came to a sudden stop. Stock footage of women from black and white commercials began to play. They all had prim and proper hair, thin waists, big gleaming smiles and wore plain but pretty dresses. Sonic wouldn't have known what decade these women were from if she hadn't done some research already on women's fashion.
Women are best seen, not heard.
On cue, the vocal track of the dancey pop song was silenced, and it was just the beat, visualized in a twinkly womb like background that flashed hot white whenever Rouge's narration boomed.
We don't complain...
A flurry of hot videos hit her view, splashed in a tinge of fluorescent hot pink that made it almost dreamlike. Though the situations and positions were all different, they all trended towards the same thing, as the women were pushed and pulled beyond their limits. A lot of them did NOT look happy; their makeup smeared, a few even receiving slaps for their insubordination, their faces and fannies turning red with handprints. Was Rouge trying to prepare her for the abuse she might receive from Robotnik? But he had been such a gentlemen...
Gag on it
Deepthroats! Oh my...
She could imagine the tentacles or dildo machine pounding her gullet in sync with the current flashing videos.
Sonic cared little for how attractive the women were, instead, taking notes on technique where possible - not that SHE needed it - thinking about buying cheap eyeshadow to get that smeary look some of the girls had while they were face deep in crotch, balls on their chins.
NEVER complain...
One girl, a bit on the older side, with a visible vein on the side of her head, her golden hair in disarray, her small nose crinkled, her pouty red lips with a splattering of creamy white cum on them, her expression one of seething -- it was clear she was about to storm off set in anger, but she held it in until she was sure the camera had stopped recording. Maybe Sonic was reading too much into it, but it was a detail she felt like she wouldn't have picked up on before as a guy, feeling like she could describe herself now as an 'empath'.
There was a new section, but Sonic lifted her goggles, a swinging bit of drool still on her lip. Sonic kissed the air as she let out an exhausted sounding whistle of air. "Wheeew."
She definitely had some new ideas after that.
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Sonic slapped her horse crop down into her palm. "No no no no, Knuckles, you've got to hit the high note because you're a woman! Not because the tentacle in your ass is tickling your tonsils!"
"Ugh, why do we have to sing?" Shadow had been watching his side by side stockade partner, Knuckles, get railed, for failing to sound girly.
*WHAP*
Shadow balked down from his defiant tone, his ass still searing. "Why do we have to sing, Mistress Sonic?"
"What better way to learn your new voice then by taking it to it's highest highs-" Sonic teased an opera singing performance at the end of a rolled tongue. Sonic made the motion of pressing her hand down on her diaphragm like it could be volume controlled that way. "And then down to it's lowest lows..."
"This is my lowest low." Shadow grumbled to himself. Shadow was a bit weirded out hearing that even Sonic's hoarse voice was still so... girly.
Sonic pulled on the writhing tentacle from inside Knuckles' asshole, getting a nice sounding suction noise as she ripped it from his now shloppy gaping red hole, but more importantly, got the high pitch out of Knuckles that Sonic had wanted. "oooooAAAAAAAA~!" Knuckles looked about ready to fall over, his knees quivering.
Sonic gave the recently freed noodle of a mechanical worm a slow stroke, teasing a lick across it after having been in Knuckles' ass-pussy. "Here Shadow, a little ass to mouth action. Human males don't respect us, so they love to do things like this." Shadow bared sharp teeth, then soured his looks, his long forward black nose and face darting back and forth to avoid the smelly thing.
As it sprang to life in Sonic's grip, it pushed and drilled, before eventually bypassing his lips. "URP-GRK-GLRK" His throat visibly expanded as he gagged on it, Shadow's last shred of dignity to force this thing out of his esophagus another false ploy. The mechanical genius of the apparatus dodged any trace of biting by expanding the jawline of Shadow, preventing him from putting any force behind them, meaning Shadow would only be filing them down against the smooth metal ridges.
*SQURT*
*SPLURT*
"GLUG-GLUG-GLUG!" Like a big, fat, juicy cock, it fired spurt after spurt down his gullet... Shadow mentally chided herself-
HIMSELF
For describing it that way.
It was a lifeless delivery tube for the only food they were allowed -- that's all.
When it all started, there was posturing initially, wrestling for dominance before 'raping' the other in the cell they were both trapped in. Fucking Knuckles, let alone getting fucked by him, had never been on his wishlist, but this chemical feed was messing with their minds... and their bodies. Shadow wanted dick. Knuckles wanted dick -- but they were still struggling with the idea of their masculinity being forcibly taken. He fucked that big red ass and imagined Maria while on top. Meanwhile, Knuckles kept saying Vanilla's name when he was pinned down against the floor. Shadow had been hard and strong before -- but now? He was... slender, soft. He thought things differently, like how he wished Knuckles was saying his name instead of Vanilla's.
Their anuses had become as loose and pliable as pussies, which made their endless rutting easier -- but worse than the ruination of his asshole, he developed that itchy feeling -- that itchy feeling that could only be satisfied by something big and hard stuffed into his cavity, whether it be in the shape of squirming robotic metal or veiny plastic.
Their fun came to an end when Sonic noticed the black eyes and bruises they would often leave eachother in their struggles, and that's when they were bound up and caged.
Shadow winced, standing on his tip toes, his knees together looking about ready to buckle, his dick super sensitive ever since Sonic started them on this caging business, hating that it felt like a 'treat' whenever the lock was undone. When Shadow and Knuckles were allowed to 'graze', they couldn't even relieve themselves from the stress that getting raped by dildos and tentacles had built up, as even when they were uncaged and given some privacy alone together, they were too small now to fuck eachother in their little prison -- and oddly, they just couldn't work up an attraction to one another. Shadow hadn't changed, he swore he was still the same despite the cramps and lopsided feel to his body -- but Knuckles was looking a lot girlier, his hips sticking out, curvy; his chest swelled perky with tender nipples, and his ass ballooned out.
Sonic used the pair of metal tongs and lifted up Shadow's dick -- and what was once a proud and mighty shlong, was now quite shrimpy.
The handle gave the weight and diameter readout, a 3D grid printed version of Shadow's wang rotating. His past penises overlaid Shadow's current progress, and it was clear he was shrinking. Sonic popped her large and kissy lips, loving the disappearing act Shadow's clitty and testes were going through. A more sinister part of Sonic, maybe her newly awakened feminist outlook on life, wanted to go the extra step and do a twisting pull on his little nuts, castrating the poor thing so SHE could be normal...
But that would all come in due time, because Shadow herself will be BEGGING for those changes...
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His blonde fur was matted with greasy black marks strewn throughout where his dark grey coveralls and welding goggles didn't protect. Walls turned a chrome blue in flickering spurts of light; a loud grinding metal whine in the distance not disturbing his work in the slightest.
Business had picked up ever since the death of the internet. People couldn't look up easy or even complicated fixes to their problems, and experts like him were in high demand. It even got to a point where he had hired help for the first time in his mechanics shop, working on everything from sports cars to jumbojets.
It also helped that the idea of saving the world from Robotnik had lost its appeal.
Heavy clomping down his basement stairs. Ah, she was back already. "Honey, Sonic called again." Rouge clutched the flimsy wooden railing in her dainty hand, her other over her eyes, his warnings ringing in her head.
Tails threw out four letter word cuss after cuss inside his head. 'You piece of- STOP CLOGGING UP MY PHONE LINES!' Tails shot up from his crouched position, torch still in hand. He shut off the acetylene and then the oxygen. "Tell that fag-" He breathed and calmed down as best he could. "Tell Sonic, to stop calling me." While depressurizing the cutter, he nudged his head up to her. "And Rouge, I love ya, but enough of this Sonic business." He didn't want to be so dramatic, but maybe it's what was needed so Rouge would finally get it. "He's dead to me, and that blue thing running around with his name? That's not the Sonic I knew."
It was the kind of response that made Rouge want to cry. A war between her friend and boyfriend, and she didn't know how to make it better.
Tails was right to not like her. Sonic was doing something bad... something evil... but she also did a lot of bad and evil things too...
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