A traumatic ARK


Sonic’s POV


I gotta say, the routine here in the Medical Section of the Space Colony ARK is beginning to grow on me. I’m the type of guy who, if he doesn’t start each morning differently, feels like going crazy, but there’s a certain safety in the schedule offered by the personnel of the Colony:
-Wake up at 7 A.M.
-Breakfast at 7:30 A.M.
-From 8 to 10:30 A.M., they run tests on my body.
-From 11 to 12:30 A.M., I shower and chill.
-Lunch at 1 P.M.
-Relax ‘till 2:30 P.M., where I’m called for more tests.
-At 4:30 P.M. there’s a quick snack break.
-6:30 P.M. is where the tests stop for the day, they leave me the rest of the evening for myself.
-Dinner at 7:30 P.M., followed by another quick shower.
-From 8:30 to 10:30 P.M., I’m free to do whatever I want, go wherever I want and chat with whoever I want (Shoutout to Gary from the R&D section, he CRACKS me up! He knows a ton of jokes and funny stories about each and everyone here.).
-11 P.M. Lights out, time to go to sleep. Rinse and repeat until I’m discharged.
Sounds boring, right? Wrong. Cuz I get to live all of this with the singular best company I could’ve wished for. Ever since he saved me from Proto, which is housed in the Isolation Chamber deep in the belly of the ARK and is the only zone of the Colony that I downright refuse to visit, me and Shadow spend basically all day together. Like, I know he was doing this at first as a part of a therapy since the freak who raped me and threw my body in shambles has his face, and I believe I hit his own face one too many times by waking up with him next to me, but literally the first day we started this, something sparked between us. I never even considered that I might be attracted to men, let alone to have a crush on my own archrival, but eh, mama told me that opposites attract each other. And hoo boy, are we attracted to each other!
Like I said, my body has been messed up by Proto, and not only by giving me tits. Now my hormones are completely fucked up. Even just grazing my body sends devastating shocks of pleasure down my entire nervous system. Yeah, it’s as bad as it sounds. When we slept together the first days of the therapy, Shadow had to keep his distance from me because his slightest touch would cause me to moan like a literal slut, making me hard and he had to take care of that with his body. Basically yeah, me and Shadow fuck each other. A lot. Though I much prefer when he’s on top. His sexy ass face, his killer bod, his warm hands squeezing my tits, his… monster cock, stretching my ass or my throat… Uh, sorry, I lost track of thought… See? Just thinking about him makes me lose my grasp on reality. Is this what Amy felt like when thinking of me? Amy… Tails… Knuckles… man, I miss them a lot, but I can’t leave this place until the doctors are sure my trauma is fixed. I’m pretty sure they simply don’t want me to fall victim to an intrusive thought and stop dead in my tracks to fap myself in public. I’m well aware of this, so I’m trying my best to endure this, knowing that I can't possibly spend my entire life up in space, away from the nature I love and from all my friends, right? Plus, Shadow told me that, once we leave the ARK, he wants to buy a house for us to live in, with many bedrooms so that we can have my friends come and stay over as many times as I like, and I simply LOVE the idea! But then he mentioned that he also wanted to add a nursery or a kid's room in our little abode and… I’m less eager about that. Like, don’t get me wrong, I would like to have some kids and I’m well aware that adoption’s a thing for gay couples, but… I don’t know, I guess it’s the fact that Proto laid his eggs inside me or maybe because I was not prepared for it at the moment, but… I don’t think I want that. Not at the moment, at least. Chaos, I hope Shadow understands this… He’s been wanting a new family to replace his lost one for so long, he’d be pretty upset if he found out I’m not as eager as him to want to start a family. But why can’t we just enjoy each other for a few more years before thinking about kids? Ugh… I need a coffee…


Shadow’s POV


Yesterday, I finally told Sonic about my project for our future. He was ecstatic at the idea of the house, but once I mentioned the idea of having kids… God, the face he made crushed me. He paled, he couldn't look me in the eyes, then he chuckled nervously and told me that it was still a bit too early to be thinking about that, but I know what he meant. He doesn’t want to start a family, at least not yet. I can’t believe I could’ve been so stupid! Of course he’d reject the idea, at the state he’s at now! I mean, we’ve been together for a few months and here I am, already talking about kids and family! What was I thinking?! Stupid, stupid, stupid! It’s like going on a first date and already talking about marriage. I was so fucking happy to finally be in a relationship that I completely tossed aside his frail state of mind and, even if I didn’t do it on purpose, tried to force my ideas for our future on him. Ultimate Lifeform? More like Ultimate Dumbform… Ugh, I shouldn’t be cursing myself so much. It’s not like Sonic straight up doesn’t want kids, he's just not ready for that now. How can I blame him? The incident is still relatively new and, even if he looks and acts okay, that doesn’t mean he still isn’t recovering from a deep physical and psychological trauma. I overstepped, true, but then he made sure I knew he’s not against the idea, he just needs some time to register the fact that we’re a couple. I made a mistake and learned from it. We agreed that I’ll keep my familial projects to myself until he himself talks to me about it and I’m more than okay with that. Besides, I’m more than content with our life as it is now. Sonic’s finally getting adjusted to the schedule the doctors gave him and I’m always by his side, checking out his progress and lifting his spirits up whenever he fails, which is happening less and less. He’s even having less and less nightmares, another big win.
The first weeks were awful: he’d wake up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat, screaming and crying and waking me up. After he stopped hitting me, mistaking me for Proto, he’d hug me, crying, and tell me about his nightmare, usually involving that monster getting out of his cell and raping him again with his tentacles. I’d try my best to comfort him, carefully listening as he remembered the dreams very lucidly and wouldn’t spare even the grosser details, but I wouldn’t flinch or wince, just listening to him venting out his fears and insecurities white he hugged me tight. That usually ended with me holding him in my arms tight, ignoring his pleas for unneeded sex and enduring eventual temper tantrums involving scratching my back and pulling on my fur, until he’d fall asleep again, calmed by my breathing and heartbeat while I’d watch over him, unable to fall asleep again as I watched him. As of now, he’s currently psychically unable to even come close to the area where Proto is housed, even though now he refuses much more calmly than before, where he’d throw himself on the floor crying and holding on to the walls as I tried to drag him there, giving up after a few moments because he was inflexible about not going anywhere near him. Now he just politely refuses, even when I try to force it on him as requested by the doctors, by raising my voice and threatening to lift him on my shoulders and carry him there myself. This feels a bit like torture if you ask me, but I guess some degrees of shock therapy is needed to combat the trauma. As of now, it’s been ten months since we’ve lived in the ARK and, despite all his progress, he can’t be considered cured unless he faces the cause of the trauma. I need to talk to him about this and brace myself for the next refusal, leading to yet another month of medical checkups and tests.


Sonic’s POV


I wake up and stretch, yawning as I check the clock, widening my eyes: 9 ‘o clock? I overslept? Why didn’t Shadow wake me up? In fact, where is he? Did they call him for some last moment mission? Then, I check the date and sigh: it’s the 16th of the current month, May, the anniversary of when I was rescued. This means that it’s time for the final step of my therapy. In a few moments Shadow’s gonna walk in with breakfast, let me eat and then try to talk to me about going to the Isolation Wing of the Colony to see Proto. Weirdly enough, though, today feels different than the last times we did this. I feel… calm? My hands aren’t shaking, my heart isn’t beating fast and I’m not feeling any surging panic attacks to repress. The door silently opens and Shadow walks in, ears flat on his head as he carries a tray of sweet snacks for me to eat. I sit up and scooch over, letting him sit next to me. For a few seconds, he stares at the wall, silently, before he finally looks at me and passes me the tray.
-...Slept well, Blue?- he asks me, oddly serious like all the other times we did this.
-Like a tot, Shads.- I reply, smiling softly as I take the tray and eat the blueberry jam-stuffed croissants, purring as they taste oh so good.
-Good, good. No, uh, no nightmares?- he asks, his voice is almost robotical with how many times he has had to start the conversation like this.
-Nnnnnope. Been having the most serene of sleeps, dreaming only of what Imma do once we leave this place.- I reply, sounding as honest and chipper as they come as it is true. Those horrid dreams of Proto raping me had been long gone from a few months, replaced by me dreaming of just running in the loop-de-loop before meeting up with the rest of the gang and chilling with them.
-Mhm.- he nods, writing what I said on his chard as I drink the coffee they made just like I like it: with a lot of sugar since I burn calories a lot faster than them.
-Sonic… You know what day is it?- he asks again, putting the chard away for the moment.
-I dunno, Sunday?- I ask back, playing coy as I’m waiting for a panic attack that straight up doesn’t come. My mind feels as clear as ever and I am struggling to contain a tail wag as I’m so happy that I’m not feeling as scared as other times.
-It’s… the 16th…- he says, sighing.
-Oh, really?- I ask, glancing at the calendar and shrugging, saying: -Well, whaddya know… Time flies fast when you’re havin’ fun.-, which leaves Shadow utterly confused.
-You… You’re not upset? Scared? You used to dread this day so much that the first times you didn’t even wanted to get out of bed.- he says, his eyes widened in shock, making me giggle.
-So I did… So I did…- I chuckle as I finish.
-But, ya know? Today, I feel like a lion!- I say, fully turning to face him and flexing a bit, which makes my tits jiggle but I don’t even care.
-I feel like I could take on a few hundred thousand Badniks without breaking a sweat!- I say, swinging a few jabs. before stopping and placing my hand on Shadow’s.
-Shadow… What I mean to say is… I’m not afraid.- I say, smiling sweetly, and the heavy burden lifting from Shadow’s pose and expression make me feel lighter as well. His serious, deadpan expression melts into one of happiness and pride and his slouch turns into him standing up as he turns as well.
-Really?!- he asks eagerly, I can tell he too wants to leave this place as much as me.
-Really. Let’s go see Proto, right now.- I nod and clench my fist, saying his name without a twinge of fear in my voice. Shadow nods ecstatically and pulls me in the tightest relieved hug he ever gave me, nuzzling and kissing my cheeks as I giggle.
-Oh Sonic, I’m SO proud of you! Let’s go see him, so we can say goodbye to this sterile place and go back to live down there, with the others!- he said, his tail wags out of control. I nod and get up, grabbing a special top they devised for me. It’s made of a special dark blue latex-like substance, meant to contain my curves without hurting me, something that they told me I’d need from now on whenever I want to run or just be around others. I’m not exactly a fan of clothes but this is way better than just having my boobs hanging off my chest in front of the others. Plus, it fits me like a glove and doesn’t disturb me in the slightest. I wear it and it immediately attaches to my body, hissing slightly as it reduces the bump made by my breasts until I look like back to before Proto raped me (don’t ask me how the top works, I wouldn’t be able to explain it…), then took Shaow’s arm (I love how cavalier he is <3) and we leave the room, heading for the Isolation Wing.


Shadow’s POV


I try not to give it away, but I’m exploding with joy, hearing Sonic being willing to see Proto! The therapy has worked! I’m extremely satisfied with this, Sonic isn’t the only one missing sun, wind and nature, as I walk him to the Isolation Wing, holding his arm with mine. As we do, we pass by the nursery, where the eggs Proto laid in Sonic had hatched. He stops by to watch, and I let him, sighing slightly. Sonic winces a bit: all of the five babies look like hybrids of Proto and him, either sharing Sonic’s fur color in several shades of blue or Proto’s, but all of them have tentacles, either instead of their legs, arms or hair, and some even have two or all of those. I grit my teeth too as I feel Sonic clenching his grip on my arm: he’s truly disturbed by them, but I know it’s not because of how they look. It’s because of who made him carry them, and he clearly sees bits of Proto in them. I clear my throat, making him look up to me so I can check his emotional state. He doesn’t look traumatized, just slightly distraught. I cup his cheeks and look him deep in his eyeballs, trying to see if he can control himself, but he doesn’t flinch nor does he look away. I smile, let go and pat his head as we leave again, passing the nursery and going for the dreaded room where Proto is housed. We stop by this wide window, giving in to a huge surgery room-like chamber. The room is completely white, as the coats and equipment of the small army of medics and medic personnel swarming around the center of the room, where Proto is kept. He’s inside a huge glass-like cube full of water, since he needs to keep his skin hydrated to not wither up, and lazily lays at the bottom of it, his arms crossed under his chin and his tentacles swarming slightly in the water. I narrow my eyes at it, the monster who hurt my boyfriend, and wonder how can he sleep so calmly, so carelessly knowing all the harm it did? The doctors told me that he’s nowhere near as animal as he looks, a theory confirmed by Sonic. He’s smart, he knows how to use tools and how to hunt and Sonic told us, during the psychiatric sessions, that he looked like he knew exactly what he was doing, he knew that he was raping Sonic and that he flat out didn’t care. This thing is not only aware that he can cause harm, he takes sick pleasure in doing so. My fists clench and my teeth grit as I shiver in a barely controlled anger attack, soothed only by Sonic pressing his body on my arm.
-I… can’t believe how harmless he looks right now…- he says, trying to take my mind off my rage. I huff, finding some shreds of calm, and hug him by the side.
-Still, what he did and the consciousness with which he did it…- I grunt, pressing him a bit tighter on my body. He winces a bit but hugs me back, then we stare into the room for a few moments.
-...What do you feel?- I then ask, breaking the silence.
-...I feel pity… This creature has lived all this time alone, without proper love or care… No wonder he did what he did, as wrong as it was. He didn’t knew any better.- Sonic replies, not a twinge of stress or fear in his voice. He has truly forgotten his captor, the most Sonic thing he could do. I smile, this shows he has moved on from trauma, and we begin to head back to the room, ready to report his final progress and begin to pack our stuff. Suddenly, we begin to hear a faint, repeated beep coming from the room, which makes our ears sprang up as we run back to see what’s happening. We both widen our eyes: the creature has awakened and, judging by the way it’s slamming against the walls of the cube, it’s not too happy. I click on the intercom, being greeted by the shouts of the scientists.
-What’s going on?!- I yell in it, hoping someone can hear me in the chaos to keep the creature inside the cube. One of the medics answers me.
-S-Shadow, it’s terrible! The anesthetic we administered to the creature… Its organism has gotten used to it too quickly! Evacuate the Wing, isolate it from the rest of the ARK to prevent its escape!- he says through the intercom, then we hear a shattering sound and gasp: PROTO IS FREE! I grunt and hit the evacuation button as all the doctors flee through some secondary exits, leaving Proto inside the room alone, throwing a tantrum and grabbing whatever object he can find and throwing it around. He’s so animalistic and wild now, I can’t believe this thing could be smart in any way. The security doors begin to close and I pry Sonic off the window to run outside of the Isolation Wing. As I hold his hand, I feel him shiver. He’s scared, and for good reason. Back when he was watching, he saw Proto looking at him, also he heard the other scientists say how they needed to keep Proto sedated because otherwise he would thrash around, trying to get out and search for his broodmother. Proto saw Sonic as his property and didn’t want anyone else to get him. We get halfway to the closing door, when my ears spring up and I look to my left, gasping and tackling Sonic away from the door, just in time for a heavy machinery to destroy the window of the chamber and slam right in front of our only way out. I grunt as I get off of Sonic, still terrified, but before I can try and lift the thing, tentacles slam on the edge of the window as they hoist Proto up into the corridor, getting between us and our getaway.


Sonic’s POV


How could this happen?! That thing was asleep just a few seconds ago and now… now he’s out! How could those eggheads not think that, like Shadow, he too would adapt to the sedatives? Now, he’s standing between us and the door, kept half open by the heavy, flared up medical machinery stuck under it, he looks even more imposing and scary than back in the cave, and the red light of the evacuation alarm doesn’t help him appear less intimidating. I grit my teeth as I lay down, my eyes shrink as I can’t keep them off of him. He makes a low growl as his tentacles slam on the metal of the corridor, then he looks at me and grins. That damn devious grin! It’s like he’s saying: -You thought you got rid of me, bitch? Think again.-. He then narrows his eyes as Shadow gets between me and Proto, stretching his arms as he tries to shield me.
-RUN!- he yells at me. I shake my head, nod and get up, zooming away from them. Proto doesn’t like it as he roars and moves after me, only being stopped by a Homing Attack to the face by Shadow, makign it stammer back and growl more as he whips his tentacles at Shadow, but he’s too agile and dodges them skillfully. I stop to look at the fight ensuing: Proto attacks with brute force and by the almost unfair number of extra limbs he has, but Shadow counters with his superior speed and agility, honed by his years of training and experience in fighting. I grin slightly: not so easy when your opponent isn’t paralyzed, huh you tentacled dick? I get hyped as I see Shadow land every single blow on the monster while Proto fails to hit Shadow every single time, and eventually I come out from my hiding spot to cheer Shadow on. Unfortunately though, Shadow turns his head to check on me, and Proto, in that single instant, takes advantage of that, wrapping one of his tips into a ball and slamming it with insane strength on Shadow’s ribcage. I gasp as I see Shadow widen his eyes and open his mouth in a soundless scream of pain and as he gets flung through the window and down in the laboratory, landing down hard on the floor and staying immobile, like a broken toy, with a hand on his left side and his face contorted in a pained grimace. I lower my ears, he got distracted because of me, but I can’t stay still as I can already see Proto going after me, moving slowly, as if he had no rush. I grit my teeth at the confidence shown by the monster and decide to take action myself. Time to show him how much I improved. I crack my knuckles and put on my most scary face, although he is unfazed by it, and rev up a Spin Dash, darting at him at full speed. He winces slightly and begins to try and slam his tentacles on me, but I dodge them easily, even jumping on one and running up the tentacle as I prepare to punch his stupid mug… only to stop a few inches away from his face. I blink, confused, then try to punch again but nothing. My body refuses to listen to my mind. I look at my hand, distraught and confused as to why I can’t hit him, then I hear Proto chuckle and wag his finger from left to right, making my ears drop as he teases me, then he suddenly raises the tentacle, planning to make me lose my balance, but I keep it by extending my arms, then I do a backflip and land back safely on the metal floor, then i look at my hands. Why… Why can’t I hit him? I thought I was cured of the trauma! But if I can’t hit him, then… am I truly healed? Were all those tests worth something? I’m shaking a lot, my legs barely support my body and, as he approaches me slowly and still chuckling, I feel my eyes getting watery. Have I only wasted time? Am I scarred forever?
-CHAOS… SPEAR!!-
Shadow’s shout followed by Proto roaring in pain makes me look up. I see that he had protected himself with a tentacle but had it badly burned, then Shadow comes back inside, shielding me again.
-Sh-Shadow… I… I couldn’t hit him…- I whimper, seeing how he’s limping a bit on his left side, still holding it with his right hand. Is he that badly injured?
-Sonic… It’s not your fault…- he hisses in pain as he keeps protecting me. I hear him say this, but… this doesn’t console me in the slightest. I’m useless in this battle… Would I be useless for other fights, too? Am I going to stop mid-fight every time from now on? The intrusive thoughts return and knock me on my knees, I hold my head and sob as I can’t stop them. They’re invading my mind and I can’t stop them, just like I can’t stop the monster in front of me and how I can’t move my body. I’m useless… Useless…


Shadow’s POV


Holy fuck, does it hurt! I feel like I’ve been hit in the ribs by a jumbo jet! My ribs are crying in pain, I think I’ve broken a couple too, but I can’t slack off. Not with Sonic depending on me. I see him with the corner of my eye kneeling down and sobbing wildly, blaming himself for something he has no control over, and my stomach closes in a knot. It’s like he’s reverted to when he first got here, all over again! I grit my teeth and growl at the monster approaching, who smirks confidently at me. He knows I’m wounded and that I will be less effective in this battle, but I can’t let it win. Sonic has worked too hard on his rehabilitation to just throw it away like this. I ignore the sharp pain in my side and rev up a Spin Dash, imbuing it with Chaos energy. He’s vulnerable to extreme heat and my Chaos energy runs hotter than the flame burning behind us. I dash at Proto and he shields himself with two tentacles crossed in front of his torso, hissing in pain as I scorch them. I then bounce up, slam on the ceiling and come crashing down. He can’t avoid or protect himself so he gets pummeled in the head by my Chaos Spin, howling in pain as I bounce back in front of Sonic. As I land, though, I feel the pain return stronger, punishing my body for risking like this. Proto shakes his head, growls at me and attacks me with a flurry of whips and slaps by his tentacle hair. I’m paralyzed by pain so I can’t avoid all of them, getting hit pretty bad by the strong appendages. Then, my midriff is struck by one of his leg tentacles, the thicker ones, slamming me against the wall and making me yell in pain as it secures tightly around my hips, pinning my hands to my sides and scaling my body. Sonic looks back, sees me and gasps, finding the strength to get up and run at me to help me, but his left arm gets swallowed up to the armpit by a tentacle with a hole in it, then he gets yanked back and held in front of Proto.
-HRGH! L-LET ME G-GO!- he groans and tries to free his arm, desperately prying at the tentacle with his free hand, trying to pull his limb out of the tentacle, sealed tight against it, while kicking and gritting his teeth as Proto clearly outstrengths him. The monster grins as he traps his legs in two more holed tentacles, then a fourth one wraps a tongue-like tendril around his wrist and traps that arm too, immobilizing Sonic completely.
-NNGGHH!! NO! NO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO RIGHT NOW!- Sonic screams and thrashes in the appendages’ grip as the disgusting sound of the tentacles slurping his limbs fills the air, along with the sound of the tentacle sealing my upper body, then joined by more wrapping up my legs. I groan and grunt, trying to free myself but between the pain and Proto’s superior strength, I’m left unable to move a muscle, unable to go and save my boyfriend. My ears droop but I keep my teeth gritted and try to free myself. I open an eye and see that the tentacles have formed a sphere on my body, trapping me under several layers of strong flesh keeping me pinned, then I look up and see Proto glare at Sonic with an unsatisfied look, specifically directed to his now flat-looking chest. It’s like he’s frustrated that we undid his work, so he pulls out two flower-like tentacles with a sharp needle-like tip coming out from their middle and linked to a bulb and jams them straight in Sonic’s chest, the “petals” latch on Sonic’s chest. He throws his head back and screams loud in pain, before  a third flower-y tentacle wraps on his muzzle, pushing a long and thick tongue down his throat which has him gurgle and gag as the three tentacles begin to pour whatever disgusting fluid they have inside their bulbs into his body, bumps can be seen as they pump it in him. He widens his eyes in absolute dread and tries to shake his head free as Proto wraps his hair tentacles on his midriff and neck, turning Sonic so that I can see him get stuffed again and grinning as he places a hand under his chin, as if to say: -See this? This is mine.-. He’s boasting to me, showing me what he did to Sonic back then, claiming his body again and making sure I can see what he’ll do to him. I try to turn my head away, but he wraps a tentacle on my forehead, forcing me to watch Sonic struggling and crying in his grip as Proto fills his body with his fluids.


Sonic’s POV


I HATE THIS! I HATE THIS, I HATE THIS, I HATE THIS! He’s filling me up again, and in front of Shadow this time! I can feel the lukewarm fluid pour in my throat and nipples so fast that I would spill it if it wasn’t for the tentacle holding my mouth shut. Underneath the special top, I can feel my breasts enlarging again, held back by the nanomesh of the fabric, and I also feel my belly getting full with that crap he’s making me drink. It doesn’t help that it tastes good, making me gulp it down in exaggerated quantities. I can feel my breasts stretch and stretch and stretch, yet the top keeps them contained. This doesn’t please Proto at all, trying to take off the top and failing since my arms are stuck in the tentacles, which are grossly sucking on my limbs while wrapping their tongue all over my fingers and toes and scaling each limb up to where they join my body. After a few attempts, he makes a frustrated grunt and makes his hair tentacles go inside the top, feeling my chest as they crowd the clothing, making it look all bumpy. I moan and groan as he’s continuing to fill me up, my belly is beginning to bulge and I can feel my breasts returning to the insane size they had before… and not stopping! 
-STOP IT! LET HIM GO, YOU FREAK! YOU’RE HURTING HIM!- Shadow yells from the top of his lungs, he’s trapped in a sphere of tentacles and can’t move but that doesn’t stop him from trying to assert himself. However, I know too well that that doesn’t work on Proto as he just lifts the tentacles inside the top, stretching it further until it rips into shreds, making my tits burst out of it, even bigger than what he made them before. I pant and groan as I feel the tentacles coil them up, kneading them, then I look back and see Proto shocked that I somehow grew this much, but then he grins and begins to knead my breasts as I moan. His fingers sink in my boobflesh and I can feel them slosh a lot more than before. It doesn’t help that he’s not stopping pumping them full of that fluid, making them bigger and bigger. I begin to cry louder, is he planning to inflate me like a balloon to make me pop? No, he’s just being his deviant self, making me as big as he can before he can lay his eggs into me again. In fact, I can already feel his disgustingly huge oviduct-like tentacle prod at my ass. I clench my butt tight, not wanting him to lay his eggs inside me again, but he just pushes harder and harder until, with a grunt, he manages to pierce through my asshole, penetrating it with the oviduct. I arch my back and yell the loudest I can while being fed with the fluid, then he begins to fuck me with his cock immediately, stretching my limbs away from my body as he holds my hips and slams his cock in me, leaving the fondling and kenading of my tits to his tentacles. I don’t think I’ve ever felt such a powerful mix of pain and humiliation in months… yet my cock grows hard again, being swallowed by a mouthed tentacle who pierces my cockhole with its thin tongue, causing me to moan in a horrid mix of pain and pleasure. Again… He’s doing it again… He’s ruining my body again, this time he wants to make me so big that there’s no way for the doctors to fix me back. I know that’s what he thinks. In my fading state, I can hear Shadow yell something at him, but everything’s too fuzzy for me to make up what he’s saying, all I can hear are the gurgling of my body as Proto pours his embiggening fluids in my tits and belly and the slapping of his pelvis against my rear end as I black out…


Shadow’s POV


Sonic has passed out. In a way, that’s kinda good, at least he won’t be able to feel all the pain Proto’s assaulting him with. Still, I struggle to free myself, impeded by the layers of string flesh binding me. Proto brings me closer, wanting me to have a closer look at how much he’s ruining Sonic’s body this time. I pale: his tits have outgrown his body and his belly is quick to follow. Why the hell does he do this? I can understand the twisted reason why he’s making his belly bigger, probably to make space for the eggs, but what’s with him and enlarging Sonic’s breasts to such extremes? I try kicking and struggling, but he puts an end to them by squeezing my body hard, making me hiss in pain as my already damaged ribs don’t like the augment in pressure. He then smirks at me and makes me see the eggs being pushed in Sonic’s enlarged belly, this time he lays ten inside him, but then he pulls out the oviduct and places me in front of Sonic’s agape ass. Does he… Does he want me to fertilize his eggs with my seed?! What kind of sick, twisted reason can there be behind such a behavior?
-You’re crazy if you think I’ll do that!- I growl at him, but he just stares at me, deadpan and unphased as he injects something in my neck, and I immediately feel the most raging boner I could ever have surge from my body. He frees it from the tentacle’s grasp and guides it in Sonic’s ass, making me thrust inside him. I growl and grit my teeth, trying my hardest not to cum but my cock feels more sensitive than ever and all it takes is a few thrust to have me bust a nut inside Sonic’s ass, my cum rushing in his ass until eventually it’ll fertilize the monster’s eggs. He laughs at my dejection and pulls me out of Sonic’s butt, then he pulls out all the appendages from Sonic’s mouth and nipples and looks at me as if saying: -Don’t you dare bring him back to normal, this time.-, as if he only liked Sonic in this state. I growl and, fueled by absolute rage and despise towards this fake me, I jolt forward and chomp down on his nose the hardest I can, making him roar in pain and let go of me. I don’t stop until I can taste his blood in my mouth, then I clench on his head and begin to batter his fucking surrogate face with punches, while he flails to try and pry me off of him. I don’t even fucking care if my hip hurts, all I want is to eradicate this disgusting thing off the face of the universe. He whines and growls as he fails to pry me off and eventually lets go of Sonic, making him fall to the ground on his huge belly, and whips my back with his tentacles. I growl in pain but don’t stop hitting him until, with a final powerful elbow attack right between his eyes, I make him pass out, his gigantic disgusting body flops down with the heaviest of thuds and I huff and growl as I straddle his head. I slowly get up and give him a kick before I limp back to the door and kick away the flaming debris, allowing the security squad to walk in and rescue us, while the medical team takes away Proto’s unconscious body. Only then the adrenaline dies down and I fall down on my back, passing out in exhaustion and pain after what I just did. But what I slept wasn’t the sleep of the righteous. It was in preparation of all the damage he did to my Sonic.




Sonic’s POV


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Shadow’s POV


From that day, eight more months passed and… things couldn’t have taken a turn for the worse. While my injury took no time healing and, like last time, we could extract the eggs from Sonic’s belly, making it and his breasts deflate, though the latter could only be reduced to an F cup because, like before, anymore would be too taxing for his physique. But the mental scars? Those were impossible to even be calculated. Sonic had… gone off. Literally. He became completely apathetic, unfazed by anything. Sure, he still ate, drank, took care of himself and did all the tests we made, but… more robotic, with no passion in anything he did, not even running. The few times he talked, it was deadpan and emotionless and his eyes completely lost the spark he used to have, even back when we were taking care of his trauma. The doctors said that it’s completely normal for his mind to shut itself off in order to heal and deal with the trauma later, but… This… This feels wrong. He’s not responding to any outside stimulus and, when left alone, he just… stands there, staring at the wall. I tried kissing him and… nothing. His lips feel cold and unemotional and even then, he doesn’t say anything. I’ll be okay with everything, even if he just pushed me away, but no. He’s like a living doll, slowly wilting mentally as months pass by and… it’s devastating. It hurts me more than when he made me know he didn’t want kids now. All the progress he made, all the plans we made… thrown into shit. Now they won’t let us go until he gets out of the apathy AND proves that he’s not traumatized anymore. I was so mad when they said they couldn’t kill Proto, because they needed to study him, and the fact that they keep him in suspended animation to prevent any further attempts to escape doesn’t make me happy at all. Why didn’t they think of this before? WHY?! 


As I think of this, I slam my fist on the wall, makign an indent in it as I pant in frustration and stare at Sonic. Nothing. Not even a wince. He’s just sitting there, his hands on his lap and his eyes fixated on the wall, unmoving like an ornament. I’m so mad at myself for letting this happen, for letting Sonic run such a risk and not being able to stop Proto when I could. They told me to not leave his side, because they don’t know if he might try to hurt himself… or worse… My eyes itch with tears as I ask one of the sentinels to take an eye on him while I go to the bathroom. As I walk, I begin to sob as we have tried everything to try and wake him up from his apathy, but nothing seems to work. Is he… Is he damned to live like this forever? While I think of this, I pass by the nursery by complete accident. I peek inside, glancing at the kids sleeping soundly inside the incubation chambers. I grit my teeth and clench my fists, seeing them only makes me think of him and I have to contain my rage. Again. But as I’m about to leave, my eyes fall on a pair of babies that were kept separated from the others. Due to how tiny they are, they must’ve been the last hatchlings, looking not older than a month old each. One is pure white, aside from a patch on his chest and his arms, with purple stripes on his Sonic-like quills, and the other has dark blue fur and two white markings next to his eyes and white vertical stripes on his quills, which look like mine. I plant my hands on the wall as these two… they’re normal. No tentacles to be seen. Suddenly, a lightbulb flashes in my head! Perhaps… I run inside the nursery and ask the scientists if I can take the two babies, explaining to them my idea. They agree and let me take them, then I run back to our room, the two babies cling tight to me and purr in my hold, they must’ve recognized me as their parent but I don’t care about that right now. What I care about at this specific moment might be the stupidest idea I’ve ever had, but I’m running out of alternatives.
-Sonic!- I say, barging in the room.
-...What is it?- he asks me, deadpan.
-I can’t explain right now, just… breastfeed these babies!- I say, placing them in his arms.
-...Okay.- he replies, holding them in front of his boobs as I back away and let nature take its course. The babies sniff a bit, then they find his nipples and take them in their mouth, beginning to suck them while gently massaging his breasts with their tiny, tiny hands. I stay there for what feels like hours but probably is just minutes, waiting for… something to happen. For the first minutes, nothing happens. He just stares at the wall as the babies drink his milk, and I groan, thinking that this was indeed a stupid idea… but then my ears perk up as I catch something. The tiniest, faintest of all sobs. I look up and… Sonic’s eyes get watery, his lips quiver and he begins to shake. Seeing his expression melt makes my heart melt as he gives up to the deepest and loudest crying I’ve heard him do, holding those two tiny things on his breasts as they suck his nipples, such a sight makes me also burst into tears of relief and happiness.


Sonic’s POV


… … …What’s this? What’s this… This warmth, filling up my chest? It feels… good. Like getting under the blankets after a hard day of work. This feeling… This feeling… Can it really come from these two babies sucking on these obscene breasts of mine? They’re… purring. Wagging their small tails as they feed on my milk. The milk coming from my breasts, coming from ME. Are they… liking it? Are they liking my milk? The milk I made? Am I… Am I useful? This feeling completely destroys me. I thought… I thought hiding away in my mind would be better for anyone else. Who could find any use in a pathetic nobody like me? But these babies? They… They need me. Through my tearful gaze, I see Shadow and… he’s covering his mouth with one hand and he too is crying. Have I… Have I been making him suffer by shutting off? How could I have been so… selfish? How could I not care about his feelings? Sobbing, I lay down on bed and scooch enough to make him lay with me. He smiles through his tears and lays next to me, holding the darker baby with his hand as he drinks my milk, petting his back while I caress and hold on my other tit the light one’s tiny body.
-Y-You… I-I… I m-made you suffer…- I sob, stuttering as I begin to recognize this feeling pervading me.
-Don’t say it. You’ve been hurt. Badly. No one blames you for shutting off, but… It wasn’t good for you, nor for these two.- he replies, smiling, cupping my cheek with his other hand. Its warmth makes me purr and smile back a bit, I feel my tears trickle down my cheeks as he consoles me. I sigh through my nose and take my time studying the two tiny things, drinking my milk: unlike the other babies, I don’t see much of Proto in them. I see… I see me. I see Shadow. I sniffle and tear up again, as I recognize the feeling warming up my chest. Happiness.
-H-Heh… C-Congrats, Shadow… I… I guess I want kids, now…- I say between sobs as I feel him nuzzle my neck and jaw, purring.
-It wasn’t part of the plan… But I’m glad to hear this… How do you want to call them?- he asks, kissing my jaw and neck as the babies pull away from my nipples. We take one each and have them burp, then we hold them in front of us, watching their tiny feet wag in the air as they smile at us.
-...How about… Cinder and Coal?- I ask to Shadow.
-Cinder and Coal… Huh, I was thinking Sonic Jr and Shadow Jr… But I like your names better.- he says smiling as he rubs his nose on Coal’s, making him giggle.
-Heh, leave the naming to me, Shadow.- I giggle back and rub my nose on Cinder’s, wagging my tail at his happiness. The day after, I take the final tests and… the doctors’ faces are unparalleled. They can’t believe that my apathy is completely gone and that I’m fully back to normal. They also tell me that the reason why I couldn’t hit Proto was because of his venom, of which I still had a few traces in my bloodstream: apparently it had the side effect of making me physically unable to hurt him. So, it was never me not having recovered, it was that stupid venom he injected me to paralyze me. Hearing this makes me feel much better. They hand me a new version of the top and I wear it, sighing as the weight on my shoulders is lifted by the special nanomesh of the latex. They assure me that this version is twice as resistant than the old one and agree to let us take the kids back to Mobius, as soon as I’m done with the final part of the test. I huff as I hold Shadow’s arm and walk towards the Isolation Wing, here we peek back into the laboratory. Here he is, my sexual executioner. He’s trapped inside a tube full of a weird liquid, his arms are cuffed together and his lower half is stuck inside a huge sphere of metal chained to the edges of the tube. Shadow tells me he’s in stasis and that there’s no way for him to ever wake up. 
-...Good.- I sigh as I stare at him. I know it’s weird for me to say this since he raped me and almost broke me twice but, in a way, I kinda have to thank him. He gifted me and Shadow with Cinder and Coal, which I already feel extremely attached to. I place my hand and forehead on the glass and sigh as I whisper: -I promise I’ll take care of them.- before I move away and let Shadow walk me back to our room to prepare for our leave.


Shadow’s POV


We prepare our things, feeling super nervous about going back down after more than a year of being missing. Sonic is already thinking of what to say to his friends, how would they react seeing the babies and in general to how much he changed. I’m impressed by his growth as well: the cocky, irresponsible kid gave way to a slightly more responsible, but still cocky and arrogant, young adult, tempered by what life has thrown at him and ready to face life under a new light. We take the babies and put them in two baby slings the scientists gave us and then all the personnel of the ARK gather to say bye or to apologize for all the inconveniences. I slightly narrow my eyes at that: a monster fleeing and raping my boyfriend is seen as an inconvenience, now? I feel Sonic grab my shoulder and look at me with a “It’s not worth it…” look, to which I sigh and nod as we head for the space elevator. As it descends, the babies look at the space with awe, wagging and stretching their tiny arms and legs into the slings, all the while me and Sonic don’t let go of each other’s hand. The elevator reaches the planet and gently lands on the ground, letting us out. We take the first step out and… The sun, the wind, the smell of grass… Boy, I missed them more than I thought. Sonic smiles too, his eyes get watery as he was looking forward to this moment. We immediately see Tails, Amy, Knuckles and Rouge run towards us. Sonic hands me Cinder and runs to them, tackling his three friends and hugging them, laughing whole-heartedly. I smile, he sure has missed them. Rouge flies to me, smiling and giving me a side hug.
-Missed ya, grumps.- she giggles, then she notices Cinder and Coal and awes, tickling their noses as they giggle.
-Cinder, Coal, this is Auntie Rouge. She’s a very good friend of your papa.- I say to them, letting her hold Cinder.
-They’re adorable! And they look so much like you two.- she chuckles, then stares at me.
-...What?- I ask, raising a brow.
-You look so happy now, Shads. Been a while since I’ve seen you so relaxed and at ease.- she says, placing her hand on my shoulder. I stay silent, looking at Sonic rolling in the ground with Knuckles playfully giving him a noogie while Tails laughs and Amy tries to separate them.
-...I guess I am, now.- I reply, going towards them with her. Sonic giggles as he gets up, seeing me, then he looks at Amy. I kid you not, all they needed was to look at each other’s eyes for her to immediately understand his choice. She looks a bit sad, but then Knuckles holds her hand and she smiles.
-...WHAAAAAT?! You two…?!- he asks, overreacting as usual.
-You’ve been gone for a long time, Sonic. Things change.- said Knuckles. He told us that Amy began to rely on Knuckles a lot as her confidant during this past year of Sonic being gone, and that they started seeing each other.
-No way! You look good together, guys! Congrats!- Sonic answers, smiling and getting up, giving him his thumb up.
-They’re not the only surprise, Shad.- said Rouge, going to Tails and wrapping an arm around his shoulder, pushing his cheek into her boob.
-...You… and Tails…?- I ask, dumbfounded.
-Yup. This little boy built up the courage to ask yours truly out and, with Knuckie seeing Pinkie, I was feeling a bit lonely. Turns out, we have so much chemistry together.- she chuckled, to which Tails giggled and nodded nervously.
-Eey, good for ya, lil’bro!- said Sonic, grinning and ruffling Tails’ hair.
-Th-Thank you, Sonic… It’s so good to see you and Shadow. Oh, and the babies too.- he said smiling. Sonic nods and presents them to his friends, all of them say hi and caress the babies’ heads or squish their cheeks. 


Sonic’s POV


Soon enough, me and Shadow, helped by the others, built the house of our dreams in Green Hill Zone, next to the loop-de-loop. Turns out even Silver has found his special one in Scourge, who he was housing as part of a rehabilitation project. Man, everything happens in a year. Seeing the quote on quote “Evil Sonic” have such a massive transformation from absolute jerk to a severely less jerkish hedgehog was astounding for both me and Shadow. They all helped either build the house or decide what goes where. In the end, we built our abode, which turned out to be a huge cottage. The living room is as wide as my old house, with a huge 60 inches plasma tv in front to a massive blue and yellow couch which can turn into a bed for two, which Knuckles and Amy immediately called dibs for whenever they want to stay in. From there you can go to the kitchen, which Silver himself furnished with everything we need to make meals for us, the guests and the babies, and the ground floor bathroom, with both a shower and a bathtub, suggested by Amy. The first floor houses the babies’ room, which Tails made sure to be both comfortable and safe for them, two more guest rooms, a second and third bathroom, an attic from when we want to hang out and, finally, the bedroom for me and Shadow. I wanted it to have both my and his style so we made a huge matrimonial bed shaped like a black car with red and orange flame, a smaller tv with a subscription to NetFlickies, a few drawers and a wardrobe and a personal washroom for us. Best thing? This room is completely soundproof for when me and Shadow want to do… adult stuff without waking up the kids. We celebrate the new house with a barbecue in the attic, then we watch a movie together after putting the babies to sleep, and the night ends with our friends leaving but promising that they'll come visit soon. Me and Shadow rest in the attic, cuddled onto one of the reclining beds, staring at the stars. We then look at each other, smile and kiss our lips as a falling star passes by. Sigh… And to think I believed that a life with a relationship wouldn’t be exciting. A big house, loving friends, two adorable babies and the best boyfriend I would hope for. What more can a hedgehog ask?


The End