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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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Tossing the sports section to his bird cage, his eyes scanned the backpage classifieds, looking for interesting people, wondering if it would even pay off.
Passing by an ad for a shemale named Bubsabella that listed her size as '8, his eyes were drawn to someone far more familiar to him - even if they hadn't personally met.
'Sonic the Massagehog'
'I can get all your kinks out! ; )'
'Availability: Nearly 24/7. Don't be afraid to call and ask.'
'Prices very negotiable and always open for anything. XOXO'
'1-991-0623'
"I saw your ad. I'm a writer. How much for your time, minus the sex of course?"
Stepping into the coffee shop from out of the rain, her slicked trenchcoat clung to her body, showing off all her curves and bumps to anyone interested, and most men had been interested on her walk here, even propositioning her from the safety of their cars, which wasn't her plan, as she had intended to look at least a little modest for him. It had been quite awhile since a customer of hers had truly intrigued her. A writer? Was it just a line to get her here? Was she gonna get stood up? Was it a prank?
Her large lips blew into the steaming top of her soy-filled espresso, still too hot for her to drink just yet, when a poorly dressed man shambled in with a dingaling of the bell. Wagging off his hair and skin like he were a dog, his chin then shot up as his attention turned to Sonic, his neck a little off kilter like he had a hearing problem, but it was because of the leather strap of a bag he was holding by his neck.
"It's Kevin, from the phone." He slung off his satchel while sitting in the chair opposite her near the window, the world outside a darkened bluish grey.
His face soured, thinking up the best summary of himself for her. "I write fiction... I used to write non-fiction and articles for the paper -- really, I'd do anything to get paid." He got real shifty in his seat attempting to talk about his own work, his eyelids moving like that of a drunks, afraid of light. "I wrote the Pantry Thieves series... ever heard of it?" Once he was over the idea of having to say the name of his books, he suddenly perked up, hoping she had. If there was anything more embarrassing than an author having to namedrop his stuff, it was the child-like hoping that people everywhere had actually read it.
"Oh yah, totally!" The 'tote' in totally underlined when she said it, revealing she had no idea who he was.
"It's a book series for... young adults. Several volumes..." He quickly cleared his throat. "Anyway. I'd normally never do something like this, but I'm desperate for ideas -- and you're kind of a local legend. The savior of this city, but you became it's biggest... uh..." He tried to find the most polite way to say it.
"Whore?"
He blinked in surprise. "Uh, yes."
Sonic waved it off as she took a sip of her hot drink. "Don't be afraid of calling me what I am. I'm not. I mean 'hooker' is okay too, but what? Am I after fish or something?" She then pointed at him, her lip half cocked. "Just don't call me a bitch... unless I do something bitchy-" Her hand fell open palmed. "Then feel free."
He smacked his head. "Oh that's good stuff, why didn't I take this out earlier?" He brought out a hunk of black rectangled plastic. "You don't mind if I record the conversation, do you?"
"Not at all." He pressed down on the red button, and the two visible rotors began to spin inside the tape.
Pen and notepad out, he kept his eye on it, looking up to her as he asked a question. "Before you became a woman, did you have any gay experiences?"
"Robotnik had me imprisoned once..."
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A bottle of lotion still oozed nearby a pile of ripped out tissues, some of them still dried and sticky.
A group of men had lined up behind Sonic, who was held down by both his arms, his spine arched, his ass unintentionally pushed out, oddly looking plump situated like this, his legs hanging and flailing helplessly.
The man's teeth grit. "Fuuuuuuck!" Getting inside Sonic was a struggle, but for Sonic, it was like a searing iron of hard flesh shoved into his guts, as Sonic let out little pathetic whines.
Sonic's blue furred cheeks slapped against the stomach of the slightly man currently raping him, as noisy grunts left him with each landing. "Hur, hur, hur..." He grabbed a hold of his spiny blue quills, treating it like the hair of a woman.
Tenseness filled the atmosphere of the room, men who had all silently agreed without a word to rape the new blue bitch. Either full blown jerking themselves in anticipation, or holding their package in their orange overalls.
Sonic had started out limp, but his blue shaft with a pink tip couldn't stay soft as it began banging slightly on the underside of the table, yet the discomfort would shrivel it again; his genitals fluctuating between growing and shrinking as he was railed.
Sonic's maw and black nose shot up. The convict made an ugly face, hooking his sausage fingers onto Sonic's narrow shoulders, as he filled Sonic's chute to the brim with cum, clogging up his system with even more of the piled up loose cum that swelled up Sonic's interior.
For a moment, it felt like the con had fucked a woman, before the reality settled in as his fingers sidled up his furred sides and the subtle teenaged gasps escaped Sonic. Yet he didn't feel bad about it - the little faggot needed to learn his place in here.
Brief relief followed, as the tube of meat fell from Sonic's backside. Both his beet red tip and Sonic's hole were still dripping. The next guy in line scooped up a set of tissues, cleaning the used and oozing doughnut of Sonic's, tossing the clump of nasty paper aside with the rest of them, before lining up his dick with Sonic's breathing gape. "Guh! No!" Sonic tried his pitiful wiggles for freedom again, but it was impaled right out of him, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, as the cock sliced in and out of Sonic.
This went on for hours, the men insatiable, one would finish, and then another would gain his energy back to ravish the poor punk - the fresh meat that was Sonic being beaten raw with each of their hammer like dicks. Sonic went comatose, his blue furs and quills matted with cum, stripped of his new prison uniform, which were pulled down around his ankles.
After his first night in, he was moved to a different unit for his safety, but Sonic the Hedgehog would never forget what happened to him.
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Her g-string tented, trying to poke painfully through the eyepatch of panties she was sporting. Initially, she tried to make it seem horrible, but she couldn't stop herself from gushing halfway through, the context having changed completely in her new mind's eye. "At the time, I thought nothing of it... but I think it's why I like human men so much." Sonic couldn't stop thinking of those men on her walk to the coffee shop, wanting to hurry along their conversation so she could do some real work.
He nodded. "Interesting. Trauma becomes the fetish. Did this affect your relationship with..." He scanned his paper notes quickly. "Amy?"
Her clitty nearly flatlined thinking about sex with women, particularly with Amy, who she still had... mixed feelings about, feeling both bad for betraying her and feeling justified after her acidic reaction. 'Of course I'm not the hedgehog you loved! I'm a hedgewhore now!'
Sonic circled the rim of her cup, letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry. I'd rather not talk about it."
He nodded. He was never one of those pushy piece of shit journalist types. He checked his notes again for the questions he had in mind. "Uh.... oh! Not to be crude, but considering what you do and how you've lived, clearly, you're a fan of the penis. Could you talk about it?"
Sonic blushed, being put on the spot, as she never actually had to intellectualize her horniness. "It's not so much that taste or texture that interests me." Her eyes lifted, a look of wistful nostalgia in her green eyes. "It's that I'm so horny that my brain turns off, and any fears go by the way side. You could have the biggest or smallest cock in the world and I'd still want the cream filling, paid or not."
He had tried to be impartial, but even that got him excited. He could hardly even recall the old image of them, as he only saw the blue blur all dolled up. He crossed his legs, trying to hide it, picking up the recorder as he did. "So the obvious question is: Why do you do it?" He leaned over, getting it in her face.
"Well, back then, I could live so carefree. I could sleep out on a patch of green grass, looking up at the stars."
"And now?"
"Now? I have a lifestyle to maintain. I can't live without a new dress or a pair of sexy heels." Her forehead wrinkled, the first time her visage broke. "Plus I have rent, makeup to buy, lube, party drugs..."
That gave him an idea. "Treat me like I am paying for sex with you right now. What do we do next?"
Sonic's hands fell upon his, tamping down the recorder, as her eyelids lowered, her voice more seductive than before. "Weeellll~... I sometimes like to take them back to my place. Or if I'm really needy..." She flicked her eyes towards the bathroom. Her voice growled hungrily as she leaned into a low chuckle. "Hehehe... I'm not the least bit ashamed of how many guys I've blown in that particular bathroom."
He followed her into the stall of the woman's room, and it felt like she could be herself in there: The siren that often confused so many men, as he could be added to the list. She stripped herself of her jacket skin, in a lurid display of her body, wearing a loose fitting neon pink top, her similarly colored thigh highs had a slimming appeal to them, making her seem a little taller, even though she was a munchkin in height in comparison to a human. Her g-string seemed to be a formality, riding high over her hips, the tip of her little penis poked over the wedge, the bottom half of it looking more like a coin purse. Sonic covered her crotch with both hands. "Sorry about that. I know some guys don't like seeing it."
He shook his head, thinking of this as purely scientific. "It's alright. I'm after the nitty gritty."
She turned for him, showing off her blue furred buns and the string line that disappeared between them. "What do you think of my butt?" Her fingers sunk into her fat cheeks as she bent over, one of her heels raised on the toilet lid. He could see her pink wrinkle poking out both sides of the string, obscured. He had trouble taking in the whole picture, part of him not understanding that this was even possible. She had an ass most women would kill for. Was it the hormones? Was Sonic always built like this?
"They're very... gropeable."
She then wriggled back and forth. "Do you wanna touch'em?" He watched them bounce back and forth.
"That's... that's alright." He hugged his recorder to his chest, watching the slithering Sonic sink to her knees on the dirty bathroom floor.
Pawing at his crotch, she nuzzled her nose into it. "And this..." She whiffed his manly junk again. "Is where I'd start blowing the customer." Sonic's big green eyes looked up to him. "So how about it?"
He caught her, pressing back on her shoulders. "I really can't afford this."
Sonic was insistent, rubbing up and down on his thighs. "No, this is free."
The man stopped pushing. "... Free?"
Sonic's tail wagged as she sat up firmer than before with a nod. "Yuh huh!"
He couldn't believe how desperate this hussy was for cock, and against his better judgement, he unfurled the front of his pants. His pale mushroom flung out, with Sonic's reaction being sheer joy. Her long pink nails coiled around like snakes, as she took a firm grasp of him. Sonic fed herself heaping portions of his dick, swirling laps of her tongue, before diving in with the nastiest sounding slurping suckles he had ever heard. "SHHHLLLLORP" Sonic bobbed her head. "LUPLUPLUP" Sonic's face buried into his pubes, and she showed off her tongue, hanging underneath his shaft, before tonguing it back into her mouth, sliding herself back and forth.
"OooohAAAAhhhgod!" He caterwauled, his recorder burrowing into his chest with his fist. He had never had a woman do this to him before. He considered it too 'vile' to make them do this. Now he wanted to call her awful, terrible names -- the kinda words he reserved for his villainous characters to say in stories. "I'm cumming!" Sonic loved the feeling of semen's gloppy thickness as it rolled down her throat. The disgusting yet satisfying taste was a reminder not to swallow this stuff, but she couldn't help herself. She wanted to tell him that about semen for his book, but she was too busy enjoying herself, lost in her salty world.
Before she had fully inhaled his juices, he was on her again for more. Typical. "Turn around you little homo." Sonic wanted to correct him, but she was too busy squealing with delight after he had clapped her booty with his hand. Sonic bent over, nearly falling into the toilet water as she steadied herself. With a single tug, her nearly exposed ass was completely open for business. The man had to hunch over, teasing her backdoor pinkness, the squishy barrier splitting for him. Sonic's teeth bared at the feeling of his insertion, her turquoise powdered eyelids shutting tight after a flutter of her lashes.
He took charge, grabbing her quills. "You like that? You like that you dirty little whore?" Pumping her hard and slow, his pace would quicken, causing Sonic's little legs to flail as he did.
"Oh gosh, oh my gosh!" Sonic knew she's had way bigger at this point, but goddamnit, even the average human cock just couldn't be beat at filling her up. She had already came while sucking him off, but now she was about to do it again, as she felt him beat up her g-spot.
Compressing his hands around her waist, he began to fire off into her, and her anus clenched in response, practically trapping him inside her, not that he wanted to go anyhwere, as he deposited copious amounts of semen into her blue bum. Sonic sucked air through her teeth, really feeling the boil build from inside. "Knock me up! Knock me the heck up!" Her shrivelled up weenie spat up another weak trickle that left a small wet stain in her underwear.
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The cassette sat askew atop the log pile, before it began to slowly falter, warping down it's middle, stretching, then gradually catching ablaze.
His wife came into the room, planting a kiss upon his cheek while leaning against his armrest. "How did your meeting with the publisher go?"
The tape was completely charred now, the label of it's advertised recording time having gone a long time ago.
Without looking away from the fire, he gave his answer to her. "I think I'm going to scrap the idea."
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