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A Father and Son's New Outlook	By : TimedWatcher Category: +S through Z > Sonic Views: 218 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Father and Son's New Outlook
- 1
In the year 20XX, the last Mobian stronghold has fallen. Knothole Village, the only standing refuge for the freedom fighters, has had it's location divulged by Sally Acorn; whose hate for the humans turned to lust after repeated sexual encounters initially forced upon her, until she was nothing more than an empty headed slut begging for human cock, provided to her readily and often by Robotnik's soldiers. This new conquest was of course overseen by Sonic the Hedgehog, after her capture and transformation at the hands of Rouge the Bat and Dr. Robotnik, who then became the fiercest advocate for the lifestyle after her marriage to Eggman. The Mobian "males" still left and that haven't been converted yet are the ones that remained neutral to the conflict, burying their heads in the sand as those around them were disappeared.
Sonic is about to change that little exception...
Father and son, Butterscotch and Caramel, walked side by side. Outside of their dress, they were near spitting images of eachother despite the age gap, with white muzzle faces, cream fur and dipped princeton orange on their ears, around their eyes and crowned upon their heads, as well as a cotton tail sticking out of his pants and the boys thigh brown shorts.
The father, between his lopped ears was his princeton orange colored hair coiffed sharply at a downward angle towards the back of his head before tapering off. While the son's hair was far more scruffy, nearly going over his eyes, though give it another day, and Butterscotch would be taking Caramel to the barber to clean it up.
He thought of himself as dapper. He loved men's fashion, particularly the old kind, as he himself often felt like a man out of time, wearing a striped spearpoint collared shirt with a mustard yellow bow-tie and skintight orange corduroy pants with a belt and suspenders, though those were much more for show than practicality as his wide bottomed hips could hold it up easily without them. He often wore spats, which extended out and over a nice pair of black leather and laceless dress shoes, which went well with his pristine looking white dress gloves with a gold snap.
He thought of himself as a sharp dresser -- though that sadly didn't get him very far with women outside of a few compliments. He remembered being called a nancy-boy growing up, just because he acted with an ounce of class.
That wasn't the case for his son, as the school he was enrolled in was filled with like-minded mobians.
Some would think he was just pompous, but he was just a dignified gent. His eyelids were more relaxed in a somewhat self-satisfied yet reserved expression, while his son was big and wide eyed with a near perpetual silly smile, his schoolboy uniform with a snappy sleeveless button up vest with a small blue tie stuffed down the front stiff & starched looking collared undershirt with flaps that folded over top, making them look like they were one in the same, it was no wonder the boy tore off the uniform as soon as he was home. He had just turned eight, but the little munchkin still looked and acted like he was six. Though he personally wasn't a fan of those baby boy sized brogue shoes with big toes and socks nearly pulled up to his knees, seeming more like clown shoes than anything, but his son liked the look of them and didn't go with the laceless oxford brown loafers with white ankle socks like he suggested.
Handing over the dollar, he got his usual. "Here ya go~!" The crocodile vendor seemed different... softer and sweeter than usual.
Strange.
He felt a familiar pull upon his pantleg.
"Papa, papa, may I cross the street and buy an ice cream?"
His index finger wiggled in the air with a bit of theatrics as he made the motion that it was okay. "Just be careful with your gloves, sweetheart." He watched him cross the street, making sure he arrived safely.
Now...
Ah... getting the news straight from the stand just like his father used to.
Butterscotch wasn't going to let Caramel near the internet in the first place, but Robotnik mandating that the internet was no longer public for anyone made it far easier to followthrough on.
The paper rustled with a satisfying crispness as he unfolded it.
Robotnik Occupation Removes More Rights from Mobians
That was the headline. It wasn't even on the front page, which was dedicated to an oil spill.
He swallowed strongly - but he wasn't worried, really.
They lived on the good side of town.
Well, good for them, anyway.
A rich neighborhood, that, while not openly stated to be Mobians only, was certainly built that way, with no doorway in the district being for anyone 5'0 or above, which made living there only viable to the most dedicated of unwanted midgets, which he had never once seen.
Mobian Females Are Now Considered Free Use
As he skimmed through the article trying to understood what even 'free use' was, his stomach sank when it mentioned what humans could do if a mobian woman was seen outside her house after 5PM.
Butterscotch was worried about his... wife.
Ex-wife.
Bah.
Lowering the paper, he spotted the trash can on the corner. He tossed the newspaper into it, the crushed ball sinking to the bottom, the streets surrounding it clean as a whistle.
Wondering where Caramel was, he was reassured when he rejoined him at his side. Before he could even throw out a casual 'what did you get?', his son was already beaming. "Look dad, look: It's Sonic!" He smiled a little, seeing the singular blue ball on the cone.
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"Daddy, what's that?"
He almost wasn't sure himself.
A single story complex of steel and concrete. Besides the glass door, there wasn't a window in sight. It almost reminded him of a prison, which made sense, considering what he had done.
"That's the new center Sonic and Robotnik built." They had torn down all the old and dilapidated brownstone tenements -- and for good reason. They were a staging ground for an anti-Robotnik force - a group that he personally had reported. He remembered standing on his balcony, unable to sleep because of the hours of explosions and gunfire going long into the night before seeing what was left being marched out with their hands behind their heads, from foxes to mongooses.
Butterscotch felt so good about himself for finally making a difference.
Butterscotch led Caramel around by a single finger, Caramel's whole hand wrapped around it. Built with wheelchairs in mind, the pathway up was so long, Caramel started to think of it as a bridge. He began looking over the third set of bars of the railing and pretended the grass was a moat and they were on the castle's drawbridge.
"... Change yourself to suit..."
"... Robotnik's vision..."
"... Welcome to..."
"... The new world..."
"... Mobian citizens..."
Even across the street, they heard the announcements, though they didn't hear all of it. Her voice repeated droll and relaxing statements, almost meant to hypnotize.
The clear blue day disappeared underneath the shadow that the hooded top of the building where a sign might've been cast downwards on the steps up to the front door.
The front doors were sized quite clearly for humans, feeling like they were stepping into a world built for giants. It irked Butterscotch for a moment that they'd ignore building regulations for the neighborhood, but this was a government building and they could do with it what they willed, he supposed. The automatic doors slid open for them. "... Welcome to the new world, Mobian citizens. Change yourself to suit Robotnik's vision..." Once they were past the first set of sliding glass doors, the atmosphere changed. The sounds and smells of the outside world disappeared underneath a quiet air-recirculation unit. The chill in the air would've been refreshing if it wasn't so sterile.
Metallic cold blue stretched far, consisting of reflective surfaces; a shininess along with a new car smell. There was a disarming quiet with not even distant muffled noises of people talking or foot steps. Butterscotch's hands fell upon Caramel's shoulders, making sure he wouldn't wander off and get lost as he stared down several junctions. It lacked a formal gathering area -- there wasn't even a place for a secretary. Their images stretched distorted before returning to normal on the next tile as they cautiously stepped forward.
Suspicious of all the unmarked doors, they wondered which one Sonic could be in.
Of course, they got their answer, as she popped her head out and waved. "Over here you two!" Caramel couldn't contain his excitement, slipping from his father's grasp as he scampered ahead.
"Sonic! Sonic! Yay!" Caramel zoomed over, hugging onto her stocking covered leg -- it was just like when they first met Sonic before the change after saving the city. Butterscotch was proud of Caramel for not being judgemental or prejudiced, as at the end of the day, she was still Sonic, regardless of gender. There was a fern in the corner and a viney plant on a shelf that always looked ready to get tangled up into Sonic's longer haired blue quills, especially as she stood beside her desk in her black pencil skirt and sensible closed toed pumps.
Sonic scruffed his fur and flopped around his ears. "My, aren't you the cutest boy I've ever seen!" Sonic rolled her head back and forth on her shoulder, as if trying to find differents angles of his son. "Now Caramel, if you could grow up to be anybody, who would you rather be: Mommy or daddy?"
It took him a moment to think. He motioned to suck on his own thumb, but made sure to stop. Then he threw up both arms, as if making his declaration would make it a reality. "Mommy!"
Sonic pat her knees and fluttered her lashes. "Me too!" Sonic carried herself in a mincing way, her wrist thrown back limply near her shoulder, her right hip down and her left one tilted up. It made Butterscotch reconsider his subtle movements and actions, trying to be firmer in his motions, but still lacking that practice to be a more rugged male. "Caramel, would you mind going across to the other room?" She motioned with a slight shooing. "There are toys and games waiting for you while your dad and I discuss boring business stuff." Her white gloved hands then crossed over her crotch as she gave him a weak yet reassuring smile.
He bowed and might've curtsied if he were in a dress. "Yes, Sonic." He then darted away.
Butterscotch felt oddly neglected. "Slow down on those polished floors, sweetheart!" His speech stumbling, not sure if he heard him behind those automatic vacuum sounding doors.
Her eyes sliced menacingly, and he wasn't sure if seduction or murder was on the table until she turned, revealing the proportions of her well stacked ass before she sat down in the office chair. Sonic purred and stirred in her seat, her fists thrown up. "Ooooo, I just wanna eat him up!" Then taking up a girlishly limp wristing typing stance, with them arched and her fingers dangling, Sonic began flittering her fingers. Sonic was wearing a familiar double breasted red dress jacket with gold buttons and a white armband with Robotnik's symbol on it; his face with circle white eyes, three spike on both sides to reprsent his moustache, two horns atop the head which represented his trademark goggles and jail bars for teeth. It was familiar because she always wore it in her addresses to the public, or when she'd stand quietly by Robotnik as he made his decrees.
Further details of her outfit began to take up his thoughts: A tiny pair of twin blonde tails was pinned to her lapel and a tied off seethrough golden ascot was wrapped around her neck. Sonic stopped typing, staring down into a monitor he couldn't see. "I'm a little confused... usually our records are up to date. It says here you have a wife. Is she busy today?"
It was the first time today that the usually chipper bloke sounded dour. "It's a long story. We were trying for another kid... but I just couldn't get the juices flowing." He stared between his legs and down to the floor. "That's when she decided to sleep with a human..."
Sonic pretended to act shocked and dismayed, covering her plush lips with her fingers, but really, her clitty jumped when she heard that. Even just the idea of a random mobian's wife cheating on him with a human got her excited.
The propaganda was definitely working...
"Oh, I'm... sorry to hear that..." She lied.
He took a moment to himself, finger pressed to his forehead, before sitting up straight and sniffling. "It's quite alright."
Sonic leaned forward, and despite the lack of a visible cleavage, the outline of her large breasts was quite obvious with how the skintight uniform top hugged to her form. Despite her semi-revealing outfit, Butterscotch thought of himself above his baser desires, as he preferred less outrageous and more quaint women.
Sonic pressed her chin onto folded and crossed fingers. "You don't seem the least bit worried about being in our facility, Mr. Butterscotch. You do know what we do here, right?"
There was an odd flared nerve or two, but he still read of a confidence only money could buy. "Only criminals and dissenters are in the program."
Sonic stared at him for a long and uncomfortable length of time, even if it was still quick. "Yes of course." Her eyes bugged big, making her long eyelashes move like spider legs. "Only the bad ones." Sonic then became extremely curt. "Go and collect your son, Butterscotch and we can officially start the tour..."
Butterscotch was pulled into the familiar sound of Caramel's mix of comforting humming and singing that he had gotten from his mother. "Hm-hm-hm, da-da-da, hmm-hm-hmmmmmmm... dee-dee-deeee." On his hands and knees, Caramel was knocking over blocks while building up others, but Butterscotch was mortified to see what was on the screen.
In crystal clear HD quality, mobian women were being ravaged. Their squeaks and shouts distant, the volume low. The watermark graphic in the corner of the screen was a blue male symbol sticking it's arrow through the hole of the female symbol.
It was the new Channel 3, and it was one of the many reasons Butterscotch didn't allow television in his home - but even before Robotnik's takeover, he thought those idiot boxes would rot your mind, and here was the proof. Now all the stations were playing pure vulgarity.
The other shows that weren't porn weren't much better; interviews with mobian females about how much better their lives were in the current paradigm and how worthless mobian men were. Gameshows about mobian males who crossdress for a day to find out just how much better their lives are as women. The reward? Being fucked on national television by a big cocked human. The dramas always had the same plot: Mobian woman leaves mobian male to find happiness with a human male.
Thankfully, Caramel didn't seem that interested, happy to continue his stacking, maybe not understanding the raw visuals of human on mobian female copulation
Still, they had broken the camel's back. He swept up his son by the pits, slinging him over his shoulder while covering his eyes, his thumb relaxed against Caramel's temple. "We're leaving."
"Daaaaaad, the tour!" He whined.
Like it could slice off a limb, the doorway out rained down, sealing them in. "You're not going any-where." Was that really Sonic? It sounded cold. Calculating.
The lights above began to shut off with intimidating thuds. "Daddy, I'm scared!"
Butterscotch tried to stay strong, walking backwards from the shadows into the last remaining bit of glow, as they too blinkered off suddenly, submerging them in darkness.
He could feel another presence in the room with them, slinking somewhere.
He thought he had a strong enough grip, but Caramel slipped from his fingers. "Aieee! Daddy, help!"
"Caramel!" He shouted, reaching out, only to have his hand slapped back, the thing constricting, before yanking it behind his back. Both wrists were then bound, before being snagged in opposite directions. Another living binding slithered around his body, sneaking into his pants. He tried to force his legs together, as it felt like a bulbous helmet wanting to do something nefarious to him, but thankfully all it did was pull on his suspenders, one of them whacking him in the face as the pants were slipped off, a smarting feeling that took his mind off the squirming metal that ran up into his shirt which then pressed into his chest, nearly taking his breath away.
*SHRIIIP*
The lights whirred back on, both father and son suspended in the air, stripped nude, their clothes in random piles strewn about the room. Their legs were then pulled back past their long ears. "Ow ow ow ow-" Butterscotch had never stretched himself like this ever in his life and it was like doing the most complicated position in yoga on your first day. Now with both their bottoms facing out to the frigid empty air of a now blank monitor screen, reflecting their images, his and Caramel's buttholes slightly visible, but Butterscotch could also see their assailants, which were tentacles that had emerged from holes in the floor and ceiling. Butterscotch tried to struggle, but there was no chance of him breaking out of the restraints, as the manliest thing he had ever taken up was fencing in high school, and he was always at the bottom of the class. It especially didn't help as they subtly readjusted themselves to account for his wriggling, having a kind of artificial intelligence that seemed almost unreal.
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
Her high heels clacked as Sonic pushed in a tray with a squeaky wheel.
Sonic had taken off her white gloves and snapped on rubber medical ones. "You're both gonna be a couple'a cum guzzling faggot whores when I'm through with you two~"
Butterscotch was shocked at how callous Sonic was to throw out the f-slur in front of his son. Sonic should've known better... but... it was clear they were way past bad words in front of children being a problem.
He snapped. "We've done everything for Robotnik! Everything!" Butterscotch thrashed as much as he could.
"Not everything..." Sonic lifted the lid off a polished pine humidor with a gentle and dainty full fingered adjustment from closed to open using both hands, revealing a set of plugs of various sizes. "As you know, Mobians are the perfect sex slaves for humans -- men AND women..." Butterscotch felt like he was in a horror movie staring over his junk while unable to get away as his worst nightmare approached with a sizable looking plastic egg.
Spreading Butterscotch took some effort. With one cheek held, Sonic tapped the dark pink hole of Butterscotch; a taut ring, not once experimented with. Sonic gave it a swirl, a hint of greasiness building. Butterscotch felt violated. "Stop it! Stop it you f-... FREAK!" He mentally stifled himself. He wasn't like those bigots who opposed Sonic's new regime just because he was a she now.
Sonic began to rotate the tip against his pucker. "No-no-no-no stop! Please nuh-RrrrrrRrrgh!" He strangled his voice. Twisting like a drill, Butterscotch's face contorted into straining ugliness, one brown eye blinking open and then the other forcing shut, as water formed at the sides of them. As his little black nose became wetter, he could feel the sweat pouring down his furred features.
Sonic wondered why he seemed so over the top. "Tut tut, Butterscotch. You're gonna be taking bigger than this soon enough, so just relaaaaax..." She tried her best to calm him down, before she gave the final spiralling push of the ring of the buttplug into him, which had him wailing out.
Caramel winced and tried to hide himself in his shoulders, not wanting to see his father like this and wanting to make the bad things go away.
Sonic brushed underneath his hairy chin, which slowly had him leaning back into her vision, willing to look up to Sonic again.
Staring down a frightened Caramel reminded her of a certain little Cream, who now loved her place in the breeding program.
There was hardly anything to spread, but the flesh in his bottom was just so fun to squeeze, lacking the firmness his father had, his squishable babyfat making her stray into an almost playful territory as she palmed one and then the other. Caramel's had a much brighter pink hole, almost like bubblegum. Sonic almost wanted to start chewing on it it was so 'cayooote'. "This is gonna hurt, Caramel, but I promise it'll be over before you know it."
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-" Caramel had a bit more dignity than his father, whining and always sounding like he was on the verge of crying but never going overboard. He was awfully brave for his age, maybe to impress his father or maybe, dare she think, herself. After all, she was the heroine Sonic the Hedgehog. All boys his age must have looked up to her old persona as something they could aspire to be.
'Well' She thought as she looked smugly proud of herself as she thumbed in Caramel's plug, watching it be encased by his future pussyhole. 'They still have someone to look up to and become~'
"Sonic..." The boy sounded tired as he swallowed. "If we do what you say, will you let us go?"
His preciousness was almost starting to get to her. She wished she could, but... that wasn't the future she or Robotnik wanted for Mobians. "Get... away... from my son... you disgusting... shemale... THING!"
Sonic cocked an eye as she stared daggers at the father. She considered getting the crop out early for him, but she had other ways of hurting him... "I wanna let you in on a little secret, Butterscotch... y'see, we've been adding a chemical to the water that has a sterilizing effect on mobian males to control your breeding habits. I'm sorry about letting the cat out of the bag, Mr. Butterscotch, but you're not at fault for your wife leaving you -- not entirely. We have a facility that breeds mobians now, and we really don't need your kind doing it out of turn." Sonic crossed her arms, but then a single finger shot up. "And actually, your wife would make an exquisite-" Sonic's nose flared as she smiled big "subject!"
The color had drained from his face and fur.
Of course... of course... their son was born before all this craziness...
Then all of a sudden... he just... COULDN'T anymore!?
Caramel watched Butterscotch grimace. "Daddy, are you okay?"
Sonic meanwhile was getting out their chastity cages. The surrounding bitterness of the room and pain inflicted upon them had shrunken them down a lot. Butterscotch was nearly all testicles with tan foreskin enshrouding around the thumb like peehole. Sonic bestowed him with an uncomfortable looking metal one. Caramel's nearly required a microscope to see, looking like a tiny shriveled elephant in need of water, and Sonic gave him a cheap yet cute looking pink plastic one.
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Caramel's head didn't know where to look, a mix of hesitation and curiosity with the headset placed over his eyes. He almost started calling for Sonic before it started up.
An isotype of a man and woman appeared, almost tangible, floating next to one another in a constant flowing void. Caramel recognized them because they were on the bathroom doors at school. "Caramel, do you know of the roles of a mother and father?"
"Uh huh!" Caramel declared with an energetic back and forth swaying of his shoulders and head. "Mommies and daddies make families -- and if I was a mommy, I'd never leave daddy!"
Sonic had to bite her tongue, and she used the back of her wrist for the same effect. 'He's practically a girl mentally already.' Sonic's plush pink lips smooched out before pushing to the side in a smirk. "Then I hope you're ready to do the number one thing mommies do to keep daddies around~"
The male stick figure bent over the female figure.
A rush of pornographic images flooded out, overlaying the two simplistic figures
Caramel stopped all fidgeting, his mouth agape the imagery was intense and vivid, as skinny long haired models in throes of passion were taken from behind.
To have this
Video played of a woman's oiled up and shiny melon like ass cheeks, which jiggled and clapped together as she landed on one of the biggest cocks he had ever seen before.
You gotta do this.
Conservatively dressed women appeared, cooking, cleaning. They began to do the things mom used to do, like a woman walking kids to school or gently cradling them in their arms.
Are you ready to learn?
Caramel WANTED to learn.
Are you hungry Caramel?
Sonic sent the tentacle in at a lower setting, watching it move like a curious snake as it bobbed forward towards the young furry boy.
Thankfully Caramel had the VR goggles on, as it might have intimidating to see the rising creature as it curled it's tail to make a stand for itself. "Just hold out your wittle hands and say 'aw'"
"Aaaaaaaaw-" The tentacle anchored it's eye down to the pink tongue, and once it blinked, it began to slowly seep a white sludge. "Ulp-ulp-ulp" His tiny tongue lapped, collecting the thick fluid as it rained down into his mouth. It was salty and sweet and maybe just a little too slimy, as his mouth was already a little tired, but he still kinda liked it. Caramel's chubby cheeks puffed out a little, taking in a bit too much, but he couldn't help himself. It was like being able to pig out on ice cream.
Sonic of course changed the video from women hosting a social gathering, to a human male with his wagging dick out, now pressing his cockhead to the camera, feeding it and humping the POV. Caramel didn't mind at all, thinking positive thoughts of that fleshy thing in his face.
Meanwhile, Sonic's time with Butterscotch was a lot more punishing, knowing a grown mobian needed a lot more 'reminders' to never forget what they've learned.
Cock is your bliss
A smorgasbord of all kinds of women on their knees with all kinds of cocks ramming down their collective throats ran in split screen montages, an overload of something he never forced on his wife, but now regretted as it looked rather appealing - but a part of him questioned which side he wanted to be on. He was so powerless he couldn't even shut those cocksucking thoughts down.
Being fucked is your new religion
A black haired woman sneered before she relaxed, arching her spine, as she allowed the man behind her to take control, as he pumped her asshole into oblivion, the fucking played in fast motion, as several more women, blonde, red haired, etc, were spliced to, showing nearly the same reaction as the first.
And you'll do anything to get a chance
A woman's head was stuffed inside of a toilet. As she resurfaced, her hair was now in wet clumps that whipped like spaghetti to her shoulders. Yet she didn't look the least bit angry or wilted, instead, licking the seat with her hungry dark outlined eyes devouring the camera, making sure every frame of her degradation was captured for all of human history.
Mobian men are good for nothing
Footage of the freedom fighters being captured played. Pangs of guilt ran through him, as did the tentacles as they ran roughshod through his guts.
Their only use is being fucked by real men
The war footage got raw. Butterscotch couldn't believe it, even without the feminization process, the human soldiers lined up to fuck the male freedom fighters, barebacking what seemed to be the toughest looking skunks and walruses while they were either tied to cots or in the very trenches they were captured in. Were mobian males that girly that human males didn't even care about what was between their legs?
Regardless, there was no counter responses to any of Sonic's claims, as two giant phallic shaped worms were filling each of his holes. With his legs flailing, unable to rejoin his knees together to hide his caged groin as he almost felt like he was going thrown about to and fro, the voracious tentacle down below nearly sent him flying up but the one stuffing his mouth counter acted it, keeping him semi grounded, just slightly above his chair.
Filled to the brim on both sides, Butterscotch felt like an hourglass with too much sand, feeling how his once empty stomach was now overflowing with a gooey substance, the sides of his mouth having a solid patch of damp matted fur, sticky with saliva and faux-semen. The way those tentacles attacked his prostate and stretched out his bunhole, Butterscotch could see stars when he wasn't seeing hardcore porn.
Sonic watched the tentacles feed Butterscotch more of that goop with the consistency of ejaculate but with an estrogenic quality that helped make her the woman she is today
Sonic loved seeing that weak flood pouring from his pathetic dick, as it already began to shrink. There might be a point where his cock just might pop out of his cage. She remembered Butterscotch starting as a firehose, but now it was clear and watery.
Pathetic.
Perfect.
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After each day, they were dumped in here together. Initially appreciating being put in a cell with his son, Butterscotch began to subtly resent Caramel's newly found affection for him, especially when it was a cell with only one bed.
Like all his teachings of social mores was for not, as his son constantly invaded his personal space, his son poking and prodding his soft and tender body. Parts of him that shouldn't have hurt, but now did, especially with a nosy kid's sharp little finger.
"Daddy, you have ones like mommy now!" It made him want to cry when he heard that. Caramel started playfully pointing out how different his chest was becoming day after day, but now... Caramel said it with pure awe.
"Son, no, please no..." He pleaded, unable to raise his voice, his nerves frayed from being pumped with tentacles and drugs, his son's ooo's and aw's like he were some animal on display.
"Daddy, you sound kinda like a girl now... why is that?" He tried to clear his throat, to no avail, and just ignored the question, as it took all of his last remaining masculinity to not just breakdown and cry in front of Caramel, but he could never truly hide his anguish, looking more and more drained after each session with Sonic. Butterscotch couldn't believe how much his body had changed in just a short amount of time. He could feel the heft in his chest, initially denying it at first, as it started as nothing more than aches and pains.
It didn't help when the only clothes they were allowed were lingerie, which only made his curvacious body more obvious. "Look daddy! My new ones have a pretty bow on the front!" Caramel pushed his crotch forward and threw back his shoulders to get a better view, as his finger began to pluck at the ribbon and flop it about.
He stopped. "Oh, daddy! I want to show you something Sonic taught me!"
Oh no...
Caramel started a dance routine. He started with a 180 spin on just his toes, his arms flying free before snapping at his sides, fingers out, a weird air of confidence he had never seen in the boy. Looking over his shoulder, he threw up a pointless peace sign to frame his eyes while grinding his hips in the air.
Then dipping down, his arm catching the ground and holding himself in place as he threw his gaze over his shoulder again, putting on a minxy and haughty expression while taking an almost doggy style stance. Caramel shook his cottontail before elegantly jumping up again.
"That's enough Caramel!" The father snapped. Caramel looked uneasy, his father having never done that before.
Butterscotch apologized. "I'm... I'm sorry." He didn't want to explain, thinking the movements and gestures perverted, but it was his son... why would he think anything he did would be sexual in anyway? "Let's just go to sleep, okay?"
Caramel dutifully nodded. "Okay."
It took him awhile to make space for himself to slip away; Butterscotch had become Caramel's favorite thing to sleep with. Butterscotch could feel his son's crotch rub up against him, and he was just happy that Caramel had a pouch in his undies rather than a hard point.
Escaping his clutches, Butterscotch had to himself for a bit. His tits still felt a little raw with how he had gripped onto them...
Did he do that with his mom?
Butterscotch didn't want to think about it.
He felt like a cow, and he felt so much shame with his body, especially around his boy. Even while Caramel slept, Butterscotch did his best to obscure them, but his wide saucer like pink nipples were super tender, and he hated even risking touching them.
He couldn't even sit down properly without experiencing new fears of his own body, as his hips and stomach had new squishy folds that weren't there before, and while he was wide bottomed before, it was nothing like now, as his ass visibly shook and jiggled whenever he walked, and he could feel his skin imprint and the fat trying to bleed through the armrests and steel webbing of the chair Sonic tortured him in, when before, while it wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, it now took a great deal of effort to pry herself out...
Pry himself. HIMSELF.
Out.
God, Sonic's programming was starting to get to him.
Then, he thought about his son and what Sonic had to be doing to him.
Butterscotch was now curious to see how much Caramel had changed as he slept cutely.
Pressing a finger against the top of his rib cage, he slid it down the middle of his sternum, finding that he was still stiff and flat chested.
Butterscotch hadn't seen him naked since Caramel couldn't bathe himself, which spurred on his paranoia to keep checking, eventually sneaking his finger down below. Butterscotch pinched at the fur covered sack, checking again and again with two pincered fingers while trying to remember what they looked like. They were incredibly small, sure, but that was normal for his age.
Unable to confirm if his jellybeans had shrunk, he let go, resigned to their fate once again.
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Both the boy and father were tottering in high heels, following a lane that if they strayed off of, would intensify the vibrator in their assholes.
Butterscotch was acting like a newborn giraffe while Caramel moved like he were in ice skates, trying to slide on the stem.
Meanwhile Sonic moved like she could play baseball in her stilettos, the riding crop grinding into their plump posteriors as she tried to spur them on to go faster. "Come on, come on, it's not rocket science! That's for real men! You just have to learn how to walk in some shoes!"
One of Butterscotch's steps proved more awkward than the last, causing him to trip and fall forward.
Sonic was quick to respond.
*WHAP WHAP WHAP*
Her ass wiggled with every strike from Sonic and would've turned red if not for all the fur in the way, but Butterscotch ignored the pain, giving into the pleasure.
*VRBUBUBUBUBUBUBU*
Sonic then realised that Butterscotch wasn't getting up anytime soon, as he watched him quake and shake, his gaped ring swallowing for air. "Aaaah, aaaaaaaah~" Butterscotch whinnied like a bitch in heat.
"Alright... correction time." Her frustration was clear, she then pressed her fingers to her lip.
*WEET-WEW*
Sonic whistled, and like they were guard dogs summoned to attack, the tentacles leapt out at them, stringing them up. Suspended in the air, their legs were pulled back past their long ears, their asses a lot thicker than when they started, and Butterscotch no longer felt pain being stretched like this.
*SHLORP*
*SLLLP*
Sonic removed the vibrators from their pussies.
Sonic paced from one side of the room to the other, unable to look at them. "I am TRYING~" Sonic nearly sung out the word 'trying'. "-to help you two become who you're destined to be." She smacked the crop into her palm. "Let me remind you."
She put two tentacles into fierce attack modes. Their faces going through both gritting pain and open mouth surprise, as the feeding intensity was harsher than anything either of them had been through with Sonic. From the table, she picked up two sets of goggles, affixing them to Caramel and Butterscotch's heads, proving easier said than done as their necks rolled.
With their VR headsets on, Sonic had two separate audio files and presentations ready to go.
She clicked.
Your son is a failure. You failed to teach him. To protect him.
Sonic played footage of Caramel's first orgasm, looking stupid and braindead as Caramel jostled a dildo inside of his own asshole with no restraints or tentacles in sight.
Now? He's a little girl, whose only goal in life will be getting FUCKED, as she'll have no other aspirations.
A young petite girl with her hair done up into a bunstyle had a big looking oaf atop her back, nearly swallowed whole by his fat, but she still look oddly satisfied to be stuffed by the obese man, even as he huffed and puffed.
You need to start again... but not as a husband, oh no no, that ship has sailed... you need to do it this time... as a wife...
Flowers, wedding gowns and diamond rings flashed rapidly, as the standard shadowed example of a Mobian female was placed next to a human male.
Your father is not a real man. I don't think he ever was. Maybe he slipped it into the wrong hole one night and you were born an accident...
Caramel was shown his father being raped into submission by the tentacles, his hands actively searching for them, jerking them while deepthroating another.
But there are men... strong human men... who can be your daddy now, Caramel...
Rugged men, beefy men, men with their cocks out and others dressed as businessmen appeared.
You need to find them anyway you can...
Scenes showed women meeting men for dates, before contrasting with a woman with smeared eye makeup on her knees at a gloryhole, her right cheek impacting out as the man humped her face.
Then, Sonic jacked them into the program Robotnik had written for her, as they left their bodies for cyberspace.
In the suburbs, far away from the big city Butterscotch and Caramel lived in, the landscape was green grass and grey cement, with rows and rows of homes that all looked the same.
The mother and daughter were on their usual leisurely Sunday walk together.
Sonic inserted something into the programming to catch the eye of Butterscotch, as she turned her head to the window.
Butterscotch wanted to say 'Uncle Toffee' for some reason, but she mentally corrected herself. Aunt Toffee looked so happy vacuuming her home, throwing her wide hips from side to side as she shoved it back and forth across the floor.
As they continued their walk, Butterscotch couldn't believe her luck, because everyone who lived on the block was from her extended family. That's probably why they moved here in the first place, and as she looked into the windows, they were either sewing, gabbing on the phone or being fucked like the rabbit whores they were.
On her knees on the lawn with extremely large K-cup sized breasts that swooped down and crushed the flowers she was trying to care for, she wiped her head and turned to see Butterscotch and Caramel. "Say hi to grammy Fudge, baby."
Caramel gave an over-excited wave. "Hi gramma Fudge!"
Hands pressed on her sides, she used them for support as she sat up. Like two bowling balls aimed at the mother and daughter, they were framed by an outline of doilies that sunk into the depths of her massive cleavage. Sporting alien eyed shades and a white sunhat, she squinted a moment before recognizing them. "Oh goooood. I'm glad to see you two dearies finally joining the rest of us." Her crimson lipped smile was broad and sweet.
Back home, the two began to indulge in activities that would've been beneath them or considered wrong just a few days ago.
Caramel brushed the hair of multicolored miniature horses, while Butterscotch used metal hooks to crochet, overseeing her daughter's playtime and engaging in her new hobby of making baby booties. Her old self could sew, but knowing how to crochet would've been way too humiliating to admit to knowing how to do, so she was glad to be the way she was now. It was a lot more freeing.
A familiar rumble at her back. She turned to see a plymouth automobile pulling up into the driveway. "Caramel, your daddy's home!" She and her daughter ran to greet him.
"Honey, I'm home!" He declared with confidence that made her melt, turning her cheek to receive a smooch, while Caramel gleamed up at her big and strong daddy, as he knelt down to receive a kiss from her, getting a big hug from the girl in the process. "How's daddy's little princess?"
"MMMMMWAH~" She then giggled, happy to be called his little princess.
Curling her finger at her man, Butterscotch hiked up her floral sundress slightly at the knee, revealing more of her pantyhose.
She didn't run far, as Butterscotch was bent over the coffee table. He pulled on her lingerie, tearing through it and snapping the garter belts off. "OOP!" She cutely squeaked.
He grabbed her by the hips forcefully. "Oh I can't wait to put a bun in your oven, honey."
"Teehee! Oh you!" Her cottontail shot up, exposing her well groomed and smooth pink asshole. Despite how wide it had gotten with over-use, it still looked like he wouldn't fit as he lined up with her.
In it went, smoothly, just like if it were a moist pussy.
Her eyes shot open. "Oo! Oo! Oo!" Each thrust from the male resulting in a delicate moan from her, which she made sure weren't too over the top to not sound too whory. Her bright red lips kissy and pushed out. Slipping fingers into the mouth past her inflated looking lips, she welcomed them with hot panting breaths. She tried to remember a time when invading the old Butterscotch's mouth would have been bad news for the human, but this bunny no longer liked to bite, no matter how hard her hubby slapped her.
Hands on her knees, her eyelids slowly rolled up, her pupils nowhere to be found until they were all the way rolled up, showing that her irises had hit the top of her head. Butterscotch feeling like she was experiencing heavenly bliss. A slack but not loose pearl necklace swung and rattled.
'Oh gosh, it felt so good up her butt!' Or as she liked to think of it, as her manmade pussyhole
She loved the feel of her little clitty glancing and bouncing off the front of her flower covered dress, as she kept it splayed down against herself. Though she liked to keep it covered, there was no need to hide it from him, as it would never remind him that she used to be 'male', as mobian men don't even exist!
"HUAH-HRGH..." Like a grunting animal, he didn't even warn her that he was about to finish. Butterscotch bit her knuckle in excitement at the feeling of the hot load flooding her anal womb, feeling it's individual spurts as it throbbed in her guts; she counted five in total.
"Omigosh, you're gonna get me pregnant again!" Of course she could get pregnant! Why else did Caramel exist? She was already experiencing hot flashes, fanning herself, as he gave her a few more pumps before finally exiting. Uncorking her hole caused dollops of his batter to dampen her glazed ring and surrounding fur before she winced out her asshole, causing some to spill to the rug.
The not even knee-high little girl cheered. "Yay daddy! You made mommy a woman again!"
"And I'm gonna make you one too, darling." Daddy got onto the floor, as Caramel took mommy's hand, looking like she were about to be handed off in marriage, but instead, Caramel, standing with her legs spread over daddy, proceeded to lift her baby pink princess dress with a fluffy white interior that stuck out slightly below the ruffled seethrough material on top, before eventually revealing that she wasn't wearing her panties.
Her tongue stuck out cutely as she reached down, trying not to spear herself on his rod, her tiny hand not even able to fully grasp it's head. "Daddy's thing is so big!"
Grappling her supple bottom, he spread her as wide as she could make her. Sitting on it, the huge human cock looked like it was gonna split baby-Caramel in two, but she had been well trained by daddy and mommy at this point, and she went down it slowly but surely.
Caramel strained, her teeth gritting. "Are you okay sweetie?" Butterscotch asked, concerned.
"Uh huh!" She nodded before falling an inch down, looking aghast.
Now on her knees with her knees splayed, her dress thrown to one side, Butterscotch diddled her limp little girl cock to the sight of her human hubby driving his monster cock into the bunhole of her daughter Caramel, a part of her wishing she could still get hard and stroke herself to completion, but she'd just have to wait her turn like the doting wife she was.
It was the perfect life.
As the VR headsets were lifted, they couldn't even protest that they wanted to stay inside, as they were both blank eyed, the constant prostate thumping from the tentacles giving them mindbreaking orgasms. Caramel's nub and Butterscotch's babycarrot were leaking, flooding over their cages, and matting to the furs of their inner thighs and dripping to the floor.
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An open dumpster sat up against a wall covered in multicolored graffiti. A moth flung itself at a street lamp above. Underneath it, Shadow stood in a floss bikini, her erect nipples were quite visibly poking through the burning neon pink, while her saucer like areola peeked above and below. Her cocktail weenie sized sausage lump looked ready to burst as it squished down Shadow's scrotal raphe, pushing out both of her tiny little balls on opposite sides, as the string wrapped around to her backside, the thing nonexistent between her plump cheeks, making it look like she was walking around bare bottomed.
Knuckles was in a torn looking tanktop that jiggled whenever she moved, with no bra in sight, the cotton white material nearly sheer with how seethrough it was, able to easily see the color contrast with her enormous inverted nipples, her jugs about ready to explode out if she did consider running that night. So much of her ample red ass poured from her daisy dukes, she could have been hit with a citation for indecent exposure - if those laws were enforced for slutty mobians. A slung chain from a belt loop kept her wallet secured in her back pocket, but from a fashion standpoint, she kind of liked that it made her look a little 'tuff' for a chick.
Knuckles and Shadow stood side by side, Shadow's neck craned in as Knuckles thumbed through the collective cash they both made that night, their doughnut rings still sloppy and oozing from being freshly fucked on a filthy mattress.
Their eyes were drawn to a familiar vehicle that crept slow, suspicious of it's arrival as it wasn't their time to clock out just yet.
Dreams of their idyllic were shattered as they now stood on a filthy looking street corner, dumped out of the limo Sonic was riding in, promising to 'pick them up' once they had earned enough cash. They both had been entered into Sonic's new 'whore' protocol, but they didn't even complain about it, as the mother and daughter duo were too compliant, no thoughts in their heads that didn't involve massive human cock. So much so, they might even forget to ask for money.
Butterscotch was caked in dark gothic makeup, black lipstick with heavy purple shading around her eyes, along with a navel and nose piercing. She had even dyed her orange hair black and grew it out, now with a hairsprayed flip over her half lidded eyes, she showed off her hips and new hourglass figure, leaning to the side while her top half leaned the other way.
Butterscotch had taken to dark clothing as well, wearing a black leather crop top with a high neck, it's dark sheen like a pool of oil, reflecting some of the orange alleyway lighting. Held in place with two knots on her back, they were pulled as taut as she could make them to show off her two torpedos, which melded into one big set of knockers.
Her fishnet covered arms attached to her middle fingers but left her index and pinky exposed, which the right pinky was held by her daughter.
Caramel hadn't changed her scruffy hair much outside of now combing it, but she had gotten into makeup, wearing baby blue eye shade while now sporting glossy pink lips that were a little too big for someone her age. In a pair of barbie pink short shorts that rode low to show off her fat buns with a beach cut bikini whale tailing up and over her hips, she wore a graphic tee with an exposed midriff that exposed her incredibly soft belly. The shirt's design was that of a head of a rude looking chibi anime girl beside it saying in a word bubble "I suck d*ck for milk money" written in a school chalk font.
Once they saw the new working girls, Knuckles and Shadow exchanged a long and worried glance with one another, knowing that the competition for that corner had just gotten incredibly stiff.
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