A Weird Encounter


Day 1


My eyes close shut for a second before I begin to open them, groaning as I wake up, a hammering pain assaults my head and I can almost feel the bump on my nape pulsing. My arms and legs feel numb and I can barely move them, but right now the priority is to find out where I am. It’s dark as shit in here, but based on the feeling on my back I’m laying on a flat rocky surface and, as I smell the air, I’m close to the ocean. Perfect, things just went from good to great, I think with sarcasm as I can at least move my neck to gaze at my surroundings. I’m in some sort of cave, the only source of light comes from the entrance of said cave and even then it’s kinda scarce. Whoever lives here must not be a fan of sunlight. And yes, I am well aware that someone lives here. Not just because it’s obvious that I didn’t reach this place all by myself, but also because only now I notice that what I’m laying on is a rudimentary bed carved in stone. I can also see a small table on the side, carved in stone as well, but no seats. I grit my teeth and try to even get seated, but my body isn’t responding to my mind. I grunt, I really hate being unable to move, and as I look at my shoulder, I see what looks like a bee sting, only bigger. I groan, whatever stung me must’ve parayzed me. From great to fantastic, I groan again. Stuck in a sea view cave, paralyzed and at the mercy of whoever lived here. I try to recall what the heck am I even doing close to the ocean, me being me, and I am getting some flashes. I was next to the coast for a picnic with my friends, when, big shock, Eggman attacked. I must’ve fallen from a cliff, knocked out by the explosion of one of the missiles, but instead of falling in the water, my mysterious guest must’ve catched me and brought me here. But these are all conjectures, until whoever lives here comes back.


As I think this, I see a hand grasp onto the side of the cave’s entrance. It’s black with long, red claws. I wince as I recognize that hand: it’s Shadow! I don’t know why he is going around gloveless, but I am still glad to see a friendly face, or hand in this case. I try to call out for him, but the paralysis makes me only groan, having numbed my voice too. Then his head comes into view, yup that’s my faker alright. If I could, I’d wag my tail, then though something weird happens. As he fully comes into view, framed by the cave entrance, my eyes widen and my happiness fades to leave place to a mix of stupor, unease and grossness. Instead of legs, my archrival now has a near limitless mass of writhing, black and red-striped tentacles, each one thicker than my shoulder-length and chubby enough that, as whenever they would curl or bunch, they squished together with a healthy weight. Where Shadow had his head quills, the thing had even more tentacles, these were thinner, as thick as my arms, and had a round tip while the other tentacles making up the thing’s legs had different tip shapes, some had a normal thin tip, while others had much weirder ones, like bulbous or lip-looking, and some were downright… phallic. I gulp and look at the imposing creature in front of me, its upper body being a good few feet above the ground and blocking out the sunlight as it “walks” closer, the tentacles make a dragging wet sound as they slither around, soon occupying what little of floor I can see where I am laying, it’s actually kinda terrifying to see the floor basically become overrun with tentacles, it reminds me of “the floor is lava” thing, but it’s tentacles instead and it’s real. The creature looms at me, standing in front of the bed I’m lying on, while it smirks kinda suavely and bends down, the tentacles on his head drape on me like curtains. My eyes shrink in fear as it seems to stare directly in my soul, then it brings a hand in my peripheral view and strokes my cheek softly, as if trying to comfort me but not in a nice way, instead I feel more like a dog about to be put down. 


Its head tentacles begin to slither down on my clavicle and wrap around my arms, stretching them out, and I gasp and try to squirm, however the paralysis has all but subsidized so all I can do is grit my teeth, shut my eyes and pathetically shiver as my muscles are still numb. The thing chuckles, showing sharp canines much like my Shadow’s, then it lowers more of its head tentacles down on me, they stretch a good amount as they wrap around my belly and legs, and a final one coils around my neck, tugging at my throat for a second and making me gag before it loosens and just lays there, like a weird necklace. All around me, I can hear the wet slimy sound of the tentacles continuing to squirm on the floor, creepily letting me know of their presence, while also delivering the message to me: there’s no way out from this monster’s lair. It brings it lower body onto the rock bed, hiding my legs and lower body underneath the mass of tentacles parting from its waist, and just stares at me, shivering and groaning as I can’t move an inch, completely in the hands, or rather tentacles, of this weird-ass creature which, for some reason, looks like Shadow. I look around, more so to avoid looking in this thing’s creepy eyes, when I see that, on a side of the cave, lies a G.U.N. pressurized container, like the one that brought Shadow to Earth, then it hits me: Rouge told me that, that night of 50 years ago, when G.U.N. attacked the ARK, two capsules were launched, but only one was found. Was this creature the second Ultimate LifeForm sent to Earth? His smirk (I’m fairly certain it’s male and that’s he who stung me before, paralyzing me) grows wide and he lays further on me, now all but my head, chest and arms are hidden underneath him, as he crosses his arms on my chest and lays his chin upon them as he caresses my cheek with the tentacle on my neck. He slides his arms around my torso, hugging me and laying the side of his head on my chest, purring as his tentacles slither around me more. I huff, being unable to communicate properly is starting to get annoying, and I try to squirm or do anything else that would make this Proto Shadow understand that his affection is unwanted, when I feel the tentacle on my neck protrude its tip towards my lips, prodding the entrance of my mouth. I gasp and keep my lips shut as tight as possible, the last thing I want is to have my mouth invaded by this clingy octohog’s tentacles. He looks up at me, puzzled, then he grins again, now I know he must think I’m playing hard to get, and prods my mouth more, making me turn my head in several ways to avoid him from sliding in my mouth. 


But, as I focus on one entrance, I completely forget about the other one, so while I fight to get him out of my mouth, I don’t notice until too late that another tentacle had slid towards my ass, effortlessly pushing its way past my butthole. I widened my eyes, the thing pushing its way in my butt was still as thick as an arm, and I foolishly opened my mouth to scream, which not only doesn't work but gives him the perfect chance to shove the appendage inside my mouth, filling it with slick, slightly slimy flesh. I grunt and try to bite it, but as soon as my teeth dig into the flesh, the tentacles around my body flex and tighten, squeezing me. I gag as the tentacle around my throat gets particularly tight and I stop doing that, to which he stops tightening but he looks at me with scolding eyes, as if telling me to not do that again. Fearing what he might do to me if I step out of line, I stop but still moan and groan as I try to make it clear that I’m not liking what he’s doing to me. I’ve never even had sex before, but this is not a good first time whatsoever. It’s all happening way too fast and I’m not into men. Still, he giggles and begins to thrust inside the two holes he’s occupying, each time the tentacles push inside me I groan and try to clench my fists and my butt is unwillingly clenching tight to try and push the intruding object out, however that only prompts Proto to push harder inside me, causing me to moan louder as he fucks me. I writhe and squirm as much as my paralyzed body and the tentacles around me allow me to, while I begin to sweat and cry as being fucked in the ass and mouth hurts like Hell, I can feel the tip in my mouth graze the entrance of my throat as my cheeks swell up with the amount of flesh sliding inside them. I sway my head as much as I can as this gross hybrid just uses me as he pleases, while his smirk remains plastered on his face and he begins to purr as he rubs my chest with his cheek. This weirdly cute moment starkly contrasted with how hard it was fucking my ass and mouth, now ramming both my holes harder and faster. My eyes watered like never before, I’ve never felt this much amount of pain mixed with humiliation before, then I groan as I feel my shaft grow hard for some reason. Why is it doing that? How can I possibly feel aroused from this? All that turns into a stifled moan once one of the girthier tentacles completely coils my cock, I feel it squish as it wraps around my member and begins to stroke it causing me to moan into the tentacle violating my mouth. He pulls me out from under him and leaves me hanging in front of him, bending my arms behind my back to further restrain them and pinning and coiling my legs even more, while the other tentacles rub and stroke my body all over. I’m beginning to squirm more, maybe the venom’s effect is wearing out, but being able to move means nothing if I’m being restricted like this. He smirks and begins to rub my chest, squishing my pecs and focusing on fiddling my nipples, which makes me moan harder. Do I have sensitive nipples? I had no fucking clue! Yet here I am, crying out as he pinches, pulls and twists my nipples while massaging my pecs with his big clawed hands.


I begin to squirm more, which he only finds amusing as he just tightens his grip on my body tighter and violates my body more, ramming his tentacles into me and stroking my cock harder, leaving me to violently spasm as I begin to moan more frequently, I can also feel my cheeks coloring of a deep red, though I don’t know why I’m blushing. I’m a virgin, I’ve never even had girls give me a good time, so how can this male, which isn’t even fully Mobian, please me better than anything I’ve ever imagined a girl doing? And even worse, this thing looks like Shadow, my archrival, which somehow makes the tingles in my body and the flame in my loins burn even brighter. How can I ever face Shadow again after being handled like this by Proto? I don’t even realize I come, just feeling a great wave of forced pleasure and warmth washing over my lower half and a slightly higher pitch moan escaping my invaded mouth, then as I pant I weakly open an eye and see that, along with the mucus secreted by the tentacle around my cock, my semen trickles, kind of a waste, on the ground. That makes Proto giggle more as he pushes more of his tentacles into me and fapos my still hard penis even harder, which has me yell as I just came so it was very sensitive, and forces a second load out of my balls, this one feels even more forced than the last one while more of my seed splats on the ground, unceremoniously mixing with the tentacles churning and sloshing on the floor and the mucus they secrete. I pant again as my cock finally goes limp, and I feel the tentacles in me begin to withdraw, apparently and luckily those were not really made for mating, but they still managed to mess me up royally. As the one in my ass pulls out, I can feel it gaping a bit, fresh air going in making me shudder, but the one in my mouth doesn’t fully get out, merely retreating a bit but leaving the tip inside. Is he trying to keep me silent? I’ll give him silence once I… That thought dies in my head as he yawns loudly, placing a hand on his mouth, before hugging me and pulling me under him, his cheek pressing on mine while some of the tentacles on the ground scale the bed and begin to cocoon me up, making me feel the squishy texture and great strength as my every struggle, albeit weak, is somewhat absorbed by the pudgy coils forming on my body, leaving only my head out and forcing my chin upwards as they rest below it.


He hugs my wrapped up midsection, laying on top of me to further pin me down, and begins to purr and hum in delight as he rubs my cheek with his, creepily snuggling with me while his tentacles tug around me slightly, trying to smother my last weak resistance. He falls asleep immediately, and I foolishly think that I have a window to escape. Alas, I didn’t have a chance, not with the surprisingly strong tentacles holding me, tightening and loosening rhythmically in sync with my breathing in a kind of relaxing way, but I know better. He’s trying to lull me to sleep, trying to make me vulnerable. Well, no way Jose! No way you're putting ME to sleep so that you can do whatever the heck you want with me! I grunt and struggle more, which only rewards me with the tentacles tightening harder for a bit longer while he continues to sleep soundly, unbelievable that my efforts mean so little to this thing. I continue to fight until suddenly my body stops responding to me, being too tired after being violated. I groan as my eyelids grow heavier, catching a glimpse of the night falling upon us, then against my will, I slip into what has to have been the deepest sleep I have ever done. I don’t remember the last time I felt so tired out, and I’m used to run laps around the globe without breaking a sweat, yet the combination of tiredness and pain truly knock me out, allowing me to regain some energy while I remain tense, reminding myself that I’m a prisoner of this damn thing who just raped me. In my sleep, I curse his tentacles for being actually comfy as they hold me still, like one of those heavy blankets you can use to relax, only warm and moist. 


Day 2


I wake up only the morning after, groaning as I stretch a bit. Stretch? My eyes open and I see that he’s gone. I wave my limbs a bit and I have gained enough control to get up and walk to the cave door and see where I am. My ears droop in disappointment as I see that the cave I reside in is on the edge of a sheer cliff, the walls too smooth to climb and under me, I mean really under me about 500 meters below, there’s only reefs and a raging sea, the waves hitting the rocks soundly even if I’m way above them. As I move back, a bit stunned by the height, I see Proto’s hands clasp the edge of the narrow rock protrusion giving into the cave, making me wince back as he hoists himself up, dripping wet with his muscles shining in the light of the sun. I find myself watching in awe for a split second at his biceps and chest fur-adorned pecs shimmering in the dim light of the morning, before defiantly looking away as he slithers inside, dropping down a net with a crazy amount of fish inside. He blocks the door as he digs his hand out, catching an eel, and eating it right in front of me, slurping it in his mouth like a huge noodle. He doesn’t even chew, he flat out gulps down a whole ass eel like that, and now I can’t help but feel a bit threatened. He licks his lips, then digs out a few fish and tosses them at me. I blink and look up at him, then at the still flopping fish, then back up at him. Is he expecting me to eat these raw? 
-Sorry not sorry, I don’t eat raw stuff. Besides, I’m not doing shit for you, so SUCK IT!- I shouted at him, leaving him barely phazed by my claim, more ticked off at least. A huge tentacle darts at my wrists, pinning them together and bringing them above my head, and another coils around my neck, the coil thicker than my shoulder forces my chin upwards and makes me gag, then he drags me to him, despite my choked protests, and lifts me up. He stares at me with an unamused look, the same one Shadow gives me every other day of the week, before he then huffs and gathers some wood and rocks he had around, forming a campfire and lighting it up, then he placed some deboned fish on a flat rock and left them there to cook. 


I blink, slightly amazed that he can cook, but I still squirm and struggle in his grip, not really feeling comfortable by the two tentacles squeezing my neck and wrists, then the smell of cooked fish hits my nostrils and my belly rumbles in response, making me groan and him smirk. He grabs the well done fish in his tentacles and brings them to me, as if trying to feed me. I close my lips shut, despite my hunger I don’t want to be fed by this thing, but he just pushes them in my mouth. I’d like to spit them out, but the taste and hunger take control over my actions so I reluctantly munch on them, chewing slowly while glaring at him and gulping it, the warm flesh soothes my aching belly.
-There, happy n-GGLLBB?!- he takes advantage of me rambling to stuff more fish in my mouth, fighting off my protests by squeezing my legs, which he had coiled together with his girthy tentacles while he held me in the air, and wrists. I groan as he forces me to eat, wanting me to replenish my energies before probably doing something naughty to me. He grins as he feeds me and eats some more fish too, eating them whole without even deboning them, which leaves me creeped out and a bit disgusted. He finishes eating and brings the remaining fish in another room, before fully focusing on me, coughing as he had shoved food in my mouth.
-Cough, cough… Y-You j-jerk…- I groan, my eyes watering as I squirm harder. He brings me closer, lifting my chin and grinning, and licks my lips with his long, thick tongue. I try to move my head, but he keeps it in place as he licks my whole muzzle, then my entire face, while I try to not get licked by his smelly, gross tongue.
-Mmbbff… At this point, I prefered when you fucked me…- I groan, sputtering some saliva. His eyes widen, he grins lewdly, and repositions me, spreading and bending my legs as he coils them together, then bringing my pinned arms behind me and laying me on the tentacled floor, my arms and feet sliding in the loops of the ever rippling tentacles beneath me.
-GAH! I WAS JOKING!- I grunt, trying to struggle my way out, but Proto is lusting for me again, licking his lips as he approaches me. He holds my hips as he begins to lick my crotch, making me grit my teeth and struggle more, while more of his girthier tentacles scale my body, coiling around my belly, legs and neck. One even covers my eyes, he’s clearly in a kinky mood. I keep struggling and trying to get out of his hold as he continues to lick between my legs, until my cock comes out.
(D-DAMMIT! Why does he make me hard?!) I grunt in my mind. I can hear him sniff the scent of my penis before he takes it in his mouth, sucking and licking it which makes me moan hard, throwing my head back as he blows me. Of course, he takes this opportunity to shove two tentacles in my mouth, this time, filling my cheeks with the slick appendages, thrusting inside. I’m also ready for the one up my ass, but this time it doesn’t come for some reason. He just sucks me and makes me suck his tentacles, while the others caress my body thoroughly. I wince as two tentacles massage my buttocks, and I instinctively clench my ass, though they just feel my asscheeks, albeit very strongly, almost kneading them. 


-MMM!!! MMMM!!!!- I moan as this begins to feel weirdly good, very quickly. Proto sucks soundly my cock, his long tongue coils and strokes my dick inside his warm, moist mouth and he’s able to deepthroat me, taking the entirety of my 8 inch long cock in his mouth and making me feel the tightness of his throat. I moan and arch my back as my cock pulses madly, and I guess he saw that as an invitation, because his two tentacles deepthroat me too, making me gag and squirm harder. Then, realizing that for now there’s no way out, I just surrender to the treatment and begin to quietly breathe through my nose while I reluctantly start sucking the two tentacles, coiled together as they thrust in my throat. I hear him giggle before resuming sucking faster, then I feel more sucking, this time coming from my balls and nipples. I feel other lips placing themselves on my testicles and nipples and beginning to suck them as fast and hard as the lips on my cock. I barely have time to wonder what it is that an insane wave of bliss crashes onto me, making me moan and thrash in his grip as he pleases basically all of me. My cock pulses faster as he pleases my most sensitive spots in one quick swoop, making me lose my mind and relax a bit too quickly, releasing inside his mouth and making me yell through the tentacles in my mouth, which continue to thrust inside. The tentacle on my eyes lifted from one of them, making me see that he had two lipped tentacles on my nipples and two on my testicles. He also smiles at me as he swallows my cum then lays on me, his big face occupying the rest of my view as his tentacles continue to grope and suck me off, making me moan much quietly now. He giggles and rubs his nose on mine, purring. He smiles and pulls the tentacles out of my mouth, making me cough a bit before I stare back at him, my only free eye glaring slightly at him.
-Y-You can’t just… MMPPHH?!- he shuts me up immediately as he lunges forwards and kisses me on the lips. He purrs as he cups my cheeks and smooches my mouth, I hear him hum as he kisses me. My eye stays widened and I squirm more, that was my first kiss he was stealing! Or rather, it would’ve been, if there was even an inch of passion in it, but it was more of a sampling/controlling thing, something to keep me in check while he plays with me. He slides his arms around my neck, pulling me in the kiss deeper, but not doing much else while his tentacles keep feeling me up and as I keep struggling, my pecs press against his and I can hear his heartbeat, quiet and rhythmic, pulsing along with mine. This would be romantic, hadn’t the one kissing me be someone else entirely.


Somehow, I kiss him back, our lips intertwining, and his eyes widen a bit before he closes them again, gleefully kissing me back as he pins me down, happy that I am returning his kiss, though I mainly do so to get him off of me quicker. The kiss feels slightly salty due to the water and his breath reeks of blood and fish, but his lips are so weirdly soft, plump, and warm… I find myself unwillingly purring in that kiss soon enough, which prompts him to giggle more as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, mimicking a French kiss, he then slides his hands on my buttocks, groping and spreading them a bit. I groan and struggle as he presses on me more, I feel my cock getting hard again, only for a tentacle to approach it, he shows me that this has a mouth, dripping wet with bumps lining the inner walls, before it sucks in my cock, squishing it with its tight, lumpy and wet walls, causing me to moan in the kiss. Proto chuckles and fondles my butt more, before coiling two of his hair tentacles together and plunging them in my butt, causing me to cry out in pain as they stretch up my asshole even more than the single tentacle before. They begin to hump me, thrusting inside my asshole hard and fast, and going so deep that I can see their outline on my belly, which gets all bulgey and bumpy as they hit me deep. I was wrong: what I went through yesterday wasn’t painful. THIS was painful. The two long, thick objects invading my ass, thrusting awfully fast and stretching my insides, had me bawling in tears as Proto continued to toy with me carelessly, not caring of my pain, only thinking about his own pleasure. The tentacle on my cock sucks it fast, he pulls away from my lips but continues to swirl his tongue with me as I sob, and the tentacles on my balls and nipples continue to suck them, even beginning to chew on them with their toothless mouths. My thrashes became even less effective, my mind was beginning to lose against the pleasure he was forcing me to endure. He presses his lips back on mine, stifling my sobs once more, then he shoos away the tentacles on my nipples and gropes my chest, making me arch my back which gets brought back by a heavy tentacle coiling on my midsection and pushing it back down, while my ass continues to get invaded by the two tentacles drilling in me. My ass feels so wet and sore from being molested and my cock can’t no longer endure the assault done to it by the lumpy tentacle sucking and squishing it, so I grit my teeth, clench my submerged fists and cum hard, moaning and crying out as my load gets shot in the greedy mouth of the tentacle. Proto grins and pulls away from the kiss, quickly stuffing my mouth with two tentacles again and continuing to ram me, then he begins to lick one of my nipples and begins to nubble and suck on it, causing me to whine as my cock, ass and mouth get violated once more by him. 


He’s not cutting me any slack, really wanting me to empty my balls within his greedy mouth while continuing to crowd my holes, stretching them beyond what I could consider normal and making me feel the sickest mix of pain and pleasure I have ever experienced. I thrash like crazy as he dominates me, imprinting his body onto mine more as his suction cups latch and “smooch” on my body, making thousands of POP sounds, admittedly the least fucked up and most relaxing thing he’s doing to me. But I can’t lose to this thing. I can’t. So, despite feeling extremely tired and in pain, I continue to struggle, which only earns me him going harder, now straight up biting my nipple as he fucks my mouth and ass more ruthlessly and sucks my cock faster, milking a second, unearned orgasm from me. I cum buckets in his tentacle mouth, moaning and straining hard as he also bites my other nipple, causing me to tear up. He pulls the mouthed tentacle away as my cock has gone limp and frees my mouth, but keeps the tentacles in my ass, not moving them but leaving them there as a reminder of what he’s doing.
-HHH… HHHH… I… I HATE YOU…- I moan, but he just sneers and licks my tears and lays to my side, watching me pathetically catch my breath and sob as his tentacles churn around me. I fail to see another mouthed one approaching my head, and by the time I realize it, it has already swallowed my head up to my neck, making me widen my eyes and struggle as he had completely disabled four of my five senses like so. It’s dark, moist and stinky in the mouth and the sound of the flesh churning blocks out any other noise. A phallic thick lump of flesh grows out of the pulsing flesh and forces itself in my mouth, making me groan and shake my head as much as the constricting walls of flesh allow me to, which is next to nothing. The walls pulsing on my cheeks make me begin to suck on the lump, which extends almost to my throat and widens my mouth almost as when the two tentacles fucked me orally. But this one looks and  feels exactly like a dick, or at least I think so, which doesn’t help me enjoy it, it only makes me wanna spit it out before… something happens. I can’t see shit of what’s happening outside, but I can feel his greedy tongue lapping at the few trickles of cum leaking out of my cock, then coiling and stroking my penis with his tongue as I can feel his warm breath on my tip while he sucks in my penis and blows me again. The two mouthed tentacles return on my pulsing nipples, they swelled up and hurt a lot after he bit them, and suck them as greedily as his main mouth and the ones on my testicles do the same, and as cherry on top, the two tentacles still jammed in my butt resume thrusting inside me with the same speed as before, deforming my belly as they hit me deep in my stomach and stretching out my asshole with their combined girth.


This renewed assault on my already weakened body causes me to cry, moaning in desperation as the phallic lump abuses my mouth, while the rest of the tentacles roll, ripple and feel up my body. My sense of touch is completely taken over by Proto: I feel his wet, warm, squishy tentacles gripping firmly my body, feeling and sucking me while holding me down; his hot, humid mouth and slick, thick tongue sucking and licking my cock; the slimy texture of the tentacle sucking on my head and making me blow the phallic lump, which feels slick and almost gummy-like while tasting like a meat popsicle, warm and squishy as it slides back and forth in my throat. I truly feel like I’m drowning in tentacles, then I’m reminded that it’s only about noon and this creature is clearly hellbent on raping me the entire day, maybe only stopping to eat and to make me eat like before, but certainly he’s not planning to stop on just fucking me during daylight. Who knows what this thing will do to me at night… For the time being I’m forced to endure his handling of me, finding myself cumming again and again, I didn’t even know that my balls had this much cum, but finally, thank heavens, after my fourth or so load, my cock goes limp and my balls are dried out. I pant into the lump in my mouth as I feel it withdraw into the fleshy walls of the tentacle holding my head hostage, then it too moves away, freeing my head and having me squint my eyes as I got used to the dark ambiance, then gasp as I see him in front of me, still grinning as he lays on my tentacled body.
-H-Had your fun?- I manage to say, as a tentacle caresses my cheek, they swarm and crawl on me, leaving only my head out, a blue and pink speck in the middle of a black and red writhing ocean. He nods, still smiling, and licks my nose before getting up, the tentacles rearrange around me as a cocoon of some sort, which he then lifts and carries around the cave bridal style, while I continue groaning and squirming in it, though my strength had been sapped away by the constant fucking he put me through. For now though, he seems to understand that this is my limit as he places me on bed, a chubby tentacle slithers under my head and acts as a pillow. He probably wants me to rest as he heads for the small campfire and fanned the fire as he places the flat stone on it again. He's planning on cooking again, probably to make me replenish my strength so he can have some more fun with me. I grunt and look to the side, my cheek sinks and squishes against the tentacle pillow, while the tentacles around me continue to ripple and roll around me, making wet sounds as they drag around my body. I hear him hum as he cooks, wagging his backside as if he saw himself as a happy wife making food for her loving husband, too bad he doesn’t look the part at all. I sigh and look at the squirming tangling tentacles holding me still, they move in an oddly mesmerizing way and their texture is weirdly pleasing to the touch… I shake my head, I can’t find any positives in this situation. I can just hope and pray that my friends find me quickly before this thing keeps me hostage forever.


He makes more fish and brings it to me on a stone tray, this time I reluctantly comply with his little game and have him feed me. He giggles and puts a slice of fish in my mouth, then watches me much slowly while glaring at him still. The fish is very tasty and it soothes my aching throat and rumbling belly a bit, but I’m not giving my captor any pleasure, he won’t see a positive reaction out of me. As I gulp it down, he eats and readies a new bite for me and this goes on until all the food he prepared is gone from the tray he put it on. He had one of his tentacles put away the tray, then he moved me to the farthest side of the bed and crawled on it, then he placed me on his lap to just gaze at. I wonder what the hell he is doing, before he kisses me again. My eyes widen as he smooches me deeply yet passionless again, making me taste his tongue as he plunges it deep in me, then he lays down, letting me be on top. I close my eyes and moan, squirming as I feel the tongue slide down my throat, it’s not choking me but it still feels weird and gross to have this long, noodly thing slide down my windpipe while needy tentacles resume groping me. They rub and fondle my body once more, filling every nook and cranny and just being intrusive, like any other time. I groan and struggle more, wondering when this hell’s gonna stop…


Day 5
Five days have passed since I was found and kept hostage by Proto Shadow and, while feeble, my hope of being saved remains, but it gets tested more and more as Proto finds new inventive ways to abuse me. My body is his plaything now and it reacts only when he stimulates me. My nipples and areolas especially have swollen a lot due to his bite and I feel like my chest is growing heavier. What has he done to me? I usually wake up under him or with him on my side, either snuggling with my front or my back while I’m almost fully covered by tentacles, he usually keeps my eyes and nose free or some days just my nose so I can breathe, and has no qualms with squeezing me to sleep anytime I feel a bit more feisty. He never misses breakfast, lunch and dinner time, at least he’s creative with food and tries to make several dishes with the fish he catches so that I don’t get bored of it. It ain’t no chili dogs, but at least it keeps me up and running… unfortunately. I never seem to have enough strength to get free, barely enough to stay awake as he rails me harder and harder as days go by. I sadly noticed that, every day, he adds a tentacle to fuck me with, so today he will fuck me with five of them. I’m honestly too tired to fight this, sometimes it’s not cool to have an iron will because it means that he knows I’m not broken yet and that he can continue to have fun with me until I do. The scary thought of what he could do to me once he breaks me kept me up the last two nights, despite his efforts to put me to sleep. He seemed to have picked up on that as, in one of the rare occasions when he’s not drowning me in his tentacles, 
I hear his mass shift as he crawls behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders and beginning to massage them, which soonly makes me purr as he’s surprisingly good at it.cI coo, moaning as I relax my arms, laying them limply on my sides and placing my hands on the bed, as he massages my shoulders and neck. making me bite my lips and purr. He smiles behind me as he keeps massaging me, his very skilled hands knead and rub my body divinely and help me soothe my pent up nerves. I hear him chuckle as he goes slightly harder, gently digging his fingers in my skin, then I feel his bigger tentacles crowding behind me, two of them loop around my wrists and begin to attach and reattach on my hands and wrists, the suction cups mimicking a kiss sound and massaging me more. This feels even better than the massage with his hands, causing me to moan slightly louder as I give in to his skills. One more attached on my spine, making me wince as it’s big, heavy and wet, and mimics the one on my hands, making tons of POP sounds as the suction cups attach and detach from me. Same happens to my legs, my hips and my belly, soon he’s completely massaging me with his hands and skillful tentacles and I couldn't feel more relaxed than now. Whenever they’re not penetrating me, these tentacles feel great, though he has never used these ones on me yet. I feel his hair tentacles take the place of his hands, rubbing my shoulders and neck, as he begins to massage my chest from behind, making me moan. I’m nothing but putty in his hands as he melts me with his skills. The tentacles on my hands begin to coil up my arms, still making all those nice popping sounds as they smooch my skin, and so do the tentacles on my legs, going down my thighs and coiling them up to my ankles. My hips and belly get fondled by them too, getting groped and rubbed by the tentacles and smooched by the suction cups, while my chest is being taken care of by his hands, they feel glued to my pecs as he fondles and rubs them with the awkward tenderness of a lover, then he begins to kiss my cheek and from there kisses his way up my ear and begins to smooch and nibble the tip of my ear, which has me moan harder.
-Nnnn… Nnn… N-Not t-there… I-It’s s-sensitive… Hhh…- I moan and squirm a bit, but not in discomfort. He’s showering me with tenderness and I… I weirdly don’t want him to stop. He is just too good at this, rubbing and fondling my entire being as soon very little of me is visible, covered up by his squishy pudgy tentacles. Only my head, chest and groin remain untouched by his appendages, meaning he is at least not trying to turn me on, just merely trying to soothe me. 


Within my peripheral view, I see his hair tentacles beginning to cover my eyes and the crown of my head and he turns my head to the side to make me see his smile before my eyes are covered. Deprived of my sight, what he’s doing to me feels magnified tenfold. I can feel every rub, stroke and grope he’s doing to me and it feels even better than before. I feel the tentacles rub my temples, sending chills of bliss and relaxation down my spine. He’s now driving me crazy with how good everything feels. His tentacles covering my body smear me with their lukewarm mucus, soothingly restricting me with their pudgy hold and massaging me by not only tightening and loosening but also with the help of the ever so pleasing suction cups smooching every inch of me. I begin to sweat and moan harder, I never thought being massaged could feel so intense, though I guess it’s this intense because it’s him that’s doing it to me. Every time he touches me, he pours the lust he feels for me into my body, making me know how much he craves me. I manage to moan once before I feel more tentacles wrap around my mouth, silencing me. I moan more as he begins to feel me more intimately, groping my chest and massaging my entire being. I feel one of his hands departing from my chest and went down to rub my crotch, while the free hand continues to squeeze my pec and fiddle my nipple, the free pec doesn’t stay untouched for long though as a lipped tentacle begins to suck on my ignored nipple, while the hand on my crotch rubs there. He purrs, licking the inside of my ear as my mouth, as predicted, now has to fit five tentacles. I’m surrounded by his pleasure, all I can feel is him stimulating me, his mouth, hands and tentacles all work in tandem for the sole purpose of getting me hard now and it feels too good to even squirm, as I begin to like and want this. My moans grow in intensity the more he plays with me, and soon I grow hard in his welcoming hand, which begins to stroke me, going from the tip to the root slowly and sensually, making it already twitch in his grip. He purrs in my ears, my cheeks and ear tips turn cherry red as he pleases me this way, then I feel his slimy tongue lick the inside of my ear and I moan more, causing the tentacles to tighten slightly in response. His hand and tentacle move away from my chest as two more tentacles, these have a weird suction cup-shaped tip, plop on my swollen nipples and suck on them, slightly harder than the previous ones, the tentacles on my face slightly move away from one of my eyes so that I can see them. This makes me moan harder, but then the trance ends as I feel two weird flesh-like needles poke at my nipples. I look down at my abused chest, moaning as my cheeks swell up with the tentacles in it, as the needles penetrate my nipples, causing me to yell and throw my head back at this new penetration.


The suction cups continue to suck on my nipples, but now it adds in these weird thick needles thrusting in and out of them, sending sharp shocks of pain down my spine. Nipples aren’t supposed to be penetrated, yet this thing’s doing just that, ramming those things down them and stretching them. Yet my cock doesn’t get limp, in fact it stays hard and even begins throbbing as my nipples get abused like that. Proto smirks and continues to fap it, throwing the parvence of tenderness he had adopted with the massage through the window as he reverts to his sual horny self. Was that act just a ruse to get me to lower my guard so he could play more with me? If so, this monster is more cunning and ruthless than I thought. He makes me see another tentacle exactly as the ones on my chest approach my cock, however from the inside of the cup parts a long thin tongue instead of the nipples stretching out my nipples. Through the pain and pleasure assaulting me, I pale as I immediately understand what it wants to do, and that causes me to thrash wildly, not wanting at all what he was suggesting but not being able to do anything to stop him from abusing me in every way he saw fit. A thick tentacle wraps my cock up to the tip, which then gets sucked in by the suction cup and what I feared happens: the thin tongue goes inside my urethra. If having my nipples fucked hurted, than this fried my brain with pain. If I could’ve, I would've arched my back and thrashed wildly and did something, anything, to get that thing out of my penis, but alas the tentacles robbed me of the possibility of even TRYING to stop him. Then, as if things couldn’t get worse, five of his hair tentacles push their way past my asshole, surprisingly the least hurtful thing he’s done to me, thanks to the other days ramming my ass with progressively growing quantities of the slick, wet tendrils. I’m having every single one of my holes fuckes silly, even holes not meant to be penetrated, and each one feels more hurtful than the others. My pecs get stretched out as the suction cups suck on my nippes while penetrating them, my cock gets fapped super fast as my tip gets sucked and my cockhole gets fucked, my mouth has to accomodate five tentacles and three of them have already slithered down my throat while the other two stuff my cheeks with their girth, and the five tentacles in my ass thrust mad fast and hard inside me, causing my belly to bulge out as if I was pregnant. He had never done anything so extreme to me before, and to be honest, I would’ve preferred if he just sticked to fucking the holes I knew could fit his luty tenacles. But this? This would straight up ruin me, destroy my body and the concept of what I thought felt good and what hurted me forever. The thought makes me cry and whine, struggling as much as the invasive tentacles allowed me to, while Proto just watches me get ruined and grins. He’s grinning at my sorrow while he completely turns my body into his personal fucktoy! He’s not just cunning and ruthless, he’s straight up cruel and sadistic!


Yet all this pain, all this humiliation, seem to only make me harder and eager to cum, my sperm wells up in my balls as the only way out is stuffed and I can feel them begin to stretch, soon growing to the size of ping pong balls. This can’t be right, from an anatomic point of view, but I’m too busy moaning in pain to care. I can feel my bulging belly press against the wall of tentacles covering it, clenching my asshole tight whenever the tentacle crowding it would pull back but loosening it whenever they thrusted back in, not wanting them to hurt me more than they were already doing. Then, I feel the needles in my nipples begin to swell up, stretching out the little channel inside them and making me groan as I think what is going to happen. Then, he pours the largest quantity of liquid I think I ever saw inside my pecs, causing me to groan as I feel the weird liquid pour inside my chest. I see some drops of it trickle down my pecs and see that it isn’t sperm, it has a vibrant lime green color and it feels less liquidy out in the open, feeling more like some sort of slimy substance. But I have little to no time to worry about that as I feel my chest grow heavier the more liquid he’s pouring in me.
(No…) I think (I-It can’t possibly be…) I groan as, under my eyes, my pecs begin to bulge out of my chest, swelling up considerably and way beyond the point of being considered male chest. Is… Is Proto giving me breasts?! As in, the breasts of a female?! My eyes shrink as my used to be pecs grow bigger and bigger at an alarmingly fast pace, outshining every woman I know and, once they stop, my chest is bigger than Rouge’s or Vanilla’s, wobbling and splashing around as finally the needles get taken out and my agape nipples can finally get a moment’s rest. But I can’t. I’m too busy gazing at these obscene things Proto made me grow. These things are very much beyond Rouge’s F cup or Vanilla’s G cup. I… I don’t think that this cup actually exists in Mobian standards. I glare at Proto through the mass of tentacles continuing to squirm and probe my mouth and throat, I want to yell at him for ruining my body like this, though I think he got the gist of it… and flat out doesn’t care. He just smirks more as he plants his hands on my new breasts and begins to fondle them, making me groan as this only adds on to the list of “things that shouldn’t please me, but they do anyways” that he’s doing to me. His hands groping my chest, his fingers digging into my flesh, the slosh sound my new boobs make as he gropes me, they all make me feel weirdly good as he continues to assault me physically and mentally, rewriting my brain towards enjoying this cursed thing instead of rejecting it through him drilling through my holes. And, as afraid as I am to admit it, it’s working.


My eyes roll to the back of my head as he continues to drill into me, my mind a swirling vortex of pain, pleasure, humiliation and I guess stubbornness. The only thing keeping me sane through all this is the fact that I can’t allow myself to lose to this deviant thing who gets off of body modification and just crowing dudes’ holes with tentacles while other tentacles continuously rub and stroke said dude’s body. I NEED to keep reminding myself that I’m a guy, that I’m not into men and that whatever he’s doing to me is not okay. And, looking back to this from where I am now, I’m glad I did, though there have been times where I wished my will would just crumble if it meant ending this awful feeling. Yet, he seems hellbent on making me crumble as quick as possible as he continues groping and fucking me with his hands and tentacles, his hands feel glued to the obscene breasts he gifted me as they knead and squeeze my chest as hard as he’s fucking my other holes. Which brings me to another hole that he’s fucking but that isn’t supposd to be fucked. My peehole. Since it got occluded by the thin tongue rummaging down my urethra, my cum is beginning to well up in my balls faster and faster, causing them to grow at an alarming fast rate, now they’re as big as a baseball and I can feel them slosh as they get stimulated by the lips smooching them, making me moan as I guess I also have sensitive testicles now. He’s finding out more things about me than I ever did, and I’ve never even touched myself once. My moans grow faster as he plays with me more, all the while that stupid cocky smirk never leaves his face. Is this the feeling Shadow feels whenever I do that? This annoyance at his smugness? I need to take a mental note and stop harassing the dude so much… My thoughts immediately fly to him, since Proto looks like him, and I’m immediately bombarded with flashing images of him, looking so… weirdly hot? Have I… always had a thing for Shadow but never knew that? I’m dumbstruck, I guess I have been homosexual this entire time and had no clue. At least it explains why I was never fond of Amy’s attempts… My reasoning gets cut in half as I feel the tentacle on my cock move away, only for it to be replaced by Proto’s mouth, who only needs one suck before getting showered with a tidal wave of cum, released after five minutes of unrelenting orgasdm denial which hits me hard too, causing me to moan and attempt to arch my back, while the tentacles restrain me tight. I see him gulp down my semen while wagging his lower half and humming happily, he must find my cum really tasty, then he pulls away and lets it creampie his face, making him purr as he laps it all away and just smirks at me. The rest of the day passed more or less as usual as the other days before, only that now I have titties, and I have no idea if this is a temporary thing or not…


Day 10
Whelp, after five more days spent as this thing’s playmate, I can assure you that these things on my chest are NOT going away. In fact, they pretty much harassed me ever since I grew them. And no, it’s not because they’re heavy or because they jiggle and slosh each time I move, I can cope with that. No, they harass me because they ALLOW Proto to harass me further. Not only now he’s gotten more handsy, constantly groping and kneading them and not stopping even when we sleep or eat, but now he’s beginning to incorporate them more and more into our forced sex sessions. Pushing more and more tentacles between them to titfuck me while he makes me blow them, making his tentacles wound and squeeze them real tight, slapping them pinching and pulling on my nipples, not to mention the constant fucking of my other holes, as the tenth day of this unrelenting hell of forced homo pleasure begins. Fun but not so fun fact: ever since he injected me with that weird thing which caused me to grow this unnatural pair of tits, my nipples had always been a bit agape. Sure, the holes shrunk as days passed by, but never fully and I fear he might target them next, I guess to prevent it from becoming boring. Which I swear to you, it’s not. This constant prodding and fucking and groping and modifying my body against my will does NOT grow more boring, or less humiliating and painful, as we go forward. As always, we begin our “fun” with a “healthy” session of tentacle wraps, rubs and squeezes. It would feel like a massage session of some sorts, but then again I’m reminded of the last time he gave me a massage and I keep my guard up, no matter how much he tries to take me by surprise. My arms and legs are trapped beneath the squirming mass of tentacles, one of them coils and strokes my dick while his hands are once more glued to my tits, groping and squeezing them to his heart’s content, making me moan as he digs his fingers in my squishy titflesh. I would reply but it’s kinda hard with fucking TEN tentacles squirming in my mouth. I can’t even believe I’m able to fit so many now, half of them swelling up my cheeks and half of them digging down my throat. 


It’s not really a surprise when he targets my new tits with two girthy phallic-tipped tentacles, circling around my nipples and rubbing my areola. I groan and squirm, those things are much girthier than the hair tentacles he’s been fucking me with and I don’t even know if they’ll fit. What am I saying: of course they do. They jam right inside them, after some pushing, and it fucking hurts. My nipples are stretched just like my other holes and, as he thrusts inside them, I can’t help but feel good. This thing just fucking ruined me, now I feel pleasure from pain. I groan as he fucks my tits and mouth with his tentacles, but then he lifts myt legs, blocking them around my head and exposing my butt. I already know where this is going: my ass is going to be rammed by ten tentacles now… Except it doesn’t. Instead of the hair tentacles, he points at me the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen (which is saying something…). It’s yet another tentacle, but this one is weird: it’s lined with light green orbs shimmering and the tip is open, looking like a Like-Like mouth (yes, I played Ocarina of Time, what about it?). I look at it, fairly concerned: that thing is even wider than the tentacles jammed in my tits and it overall just looks plain creepy. Then a terrifying thought hits me: has he been fucking me with all those tentacles to prepare me for this one? Then this has to be… His real penis? My eyes widen, genuine terror fills me as I squirm and fight against the steel-strong binds holding me. I do NOT want this thing inside me, I do NOT want it to cum inside me, possibly stuffing my belly to the brim with whatever weird, disgusting fluid this monster has instead of cum. The hair tentacles slither on my asscheeks and widen them, but I’m still fighting as there’s no way, NO WAY, that that thing is going to fit in! I waggle my hips as much as I can, but that can barely delay the inevitable as the monstrous thing just pushes itself right inside me. This makes me arch my back as much as the tentacles allow me, throwing my head back and yell in the tentacles fucking my moiuth. This. This is officially the worst pain I have ever felt. Screw those other penetrations, now they almost feel pleasant in comparison to this. My asshole is stretched out like crazy and I feel it crushing my insides as it slithers inside me, all the way up my rectum and into my stomach, where of course I can see its outline and the bump it forms as it begins to hump me, in sync with the tentacles in my mouth, nipples and soon joined by one straight in my penis. But I don’t even worry about them, the horridly thick and long thing jammed in my ass is my primary concern. I can feel it stretch out my intestines as it plows inside me, stretching my belly beyond any measure. Squelching, disgusting sounds fill the air as he rams me with his member, my choked out moans are suffocated by the sounds as I legitimately break into tears, I have suffered so many physical injuries but this? This is where my resistance drew the line. My body is coursed with unrelenting jolts of pain, sending shivers down my spine as tears and drool trickle down my stuffed muzzle. The monstrous member continues to plow me, while Proto doesn’t even care that I’m hurting like crazy, smirking joyfully as he fucks me with his weird-ass cock while groping and invading my other holes, sure that hurts too but like I said, it’s almost manageable compared to what’s happening to my butt.


He continues to ram me for what feels like hours, time really loses meaning when you feel as much pain as I am right now. My tits, mouth, cock and ass all get abused by him and he even denies me a forced orgasm, making me clench my fists inside the mass of tentacles holding me. Then I feel the massive thing in my ass throb and I panicked, that can only mean that he’s ready to cum. I shiver and struggle more, but the old tiredness from being rammed takes over as my muscles refuse to obey me, managing to only make me squirm eakly while sweat, tears and drool cover my body. Then, I feel… not a huge wave of cum, but I feel something hard being laid inside my stomach. That makes me widen my eyes: eggs? This… This thing is laying eggs inside me?! I feel another hard thing plop out of the weird member, then another, then another… My struggles are reinvigorated as this is even worse than what I thought. He’s planting eggs in me to carry and grow in my belly until they either come out my ass or, worse, do an Alien thing where they just sprout out my belly. I sway my head and pull with all the strength I can muster but he’s barely phased by my struggles as he continues to lay eggs, my belly begins to swell with how many he’s laying and I lose count after the first four. We just continue like this until I feel no more hard things plopping out the oviduct, then comes the flood. I feel a huge wave of fluids filling me up, making me moan the hardfest in these past days as it stretches my belly further until I look pregnant. And not just like a baby bump, no, I look like I’m 8 months pregnant with like a dozen cubs! My now huge belly wobbles and splashes around and I look in dismay at it. I’m so taken aback by how messed up this whole thing is that I barely notice the oviduct slipping out of my ass, sealing it so that I can’t expel the eggs prematurely, and cumming down my tits and balls, causing a distracted orgasm that finally makes me cum while my boobs and testicles swell up a bit. He giggles and pulls me out of the mass of tentacles, coiling my arms above my head and my legs together, then he places his hands on my breasts as more tentacles coil and stroke my massive belly as he finally frees my mouth. I barely have time to inhale before screaming that he kisses me forcefully, shutting down my yell of pain and anger from being abused and turned into this thing’s brood mother. My tears run copiously down my face as I begin to lose hope. Is this all there is for me? An eternity spent carrying this thing’s progeny until I finally die either of heart attack from too much sex or just wilting out, deprived of sun, wind and freedom? I weakly moan in the predatory kiss, giving in to what looks like my destiny…


BOOOOOOOOOOM!!! A sudden explosion sends me and Proto on the wall, followed by a rock slide that knocks him out. In a last attempt to save me, though he probably was thinking of the eggs, he fully covers me with tentacles which cushion the rocks falling down. I groan as the rockslide ends and then I manage to slowly slither my way out of that jungle of tentacles, my boobs and belly being a huge hindrance there as they drag on the ground and slow me down, but eventually I come out… only to find a Shadow Rifle pointed at my face. I widen my eyes and look up, seeing the troop of G.U.N. agents storming the cave. I have never in my life been so happy to see G.U.N. troops, I don’t even care about how they look at me like a stranger or the weirded out comments about my new rack. They move away and a smaller agent comes closer, taking out his helmet.
-...Sonic?- asked Shadow, widening his eyes and raising a brow. Seeing that face, so similar to Proto’s, makes me wince and crawl back a bit.
-What the hell are you doing here?- he asks but I’m too scared, too traumatized to answer, just crawling away and hugging myself, shivering madly and sobbing. That must be pretty weird for Shadow, who used to see me all cocky and care-free, because he comes closer, kneeling down and slowly rubbing my side in a comforting manner.
-Hey, relax… It’s okay, it’s me, Shadow…- he whispers while the others dug out Proto, calling Shadow’s attention to it. I look up and see a shocked look on his face.
-Did… Did this thing to… this to you?- he asks and I nod weakly, still sobbing and with tearful eyes.
-...Shit.- he comments, then he requests for an extra helicopter to carry me away. I still sob as the agents help me get on the helicopter, joined by Shadow who makes me lay on one of the seats and keeps an eye on me all the way, while the other helicopter carries away Proto. I’m so tired, so beaten out, that I just fall asleep, drifting to slumber with pain and relief.


Day 12


I woke up in the observation room, back at G.U.N. 's HQ and stretch my limbs, sihing as I can feel and hear my breasts and belly wobble and splash. The G.U.N. Doctors bring me food and water, then begin to run tests, just like yesterday. First though, I request a running session on a treadmill. I've been prevented from running for ten stinking days, I just need to move, even if it’s slower than usual. They agree, wire me to a machine that keeps track of the state of the eggs, and bring me to the gym, where I begin to run on one of the treadmills, huffing as my curves wobbling are a real pain in the ass. Luckily, I won’t have to deal with them for long, as they said that they will extract the eggs today to put them under observation and they are going to reduce the size of my breasts. Sadly, a more extreme procedure right now would damage my still weak body, so they can only reduce their size for the time being. I sighed as I heard that but shrugged as I understood that, for now, this was the best they could do. After a few minutes I stop running and wipe my sweat as the doctors bring me to the surgery room, helping me get on the table and wiring me again, as they put the sleeping mask on my face.
-Now, count to ten as the anesthetic takes effect. Worry not, this dose will knock even you out for the time being.- he said and I nod, beginning to breathe the gas and falling asleep, I slept for two hours, during which they took the eggs out of my body and drained some of the fluid in my breasts away, shrinking them down to a reasonable but still big double D cup, then they saw me back togheter and brought me back to the room I have been sleeping in, where I wake up not too long after, seeing Shadow next to me. I first jump a bit but then I see no tentacles and sigh.
-Ugh… Sorry, Shads… I guess he really traumatized me…- I groan and rub the back of my head, stretching after the nap.
-Which is why I’ll spend the rest of your convalescence with you. That’ll help you remove the trauma.- he said, sighing. Then I notice that his cheeks have a bit more color than usual and I raise a brow: is he… blushing? I can tell he’s struggling to look into my eyes, then I look down at my chest and sigh.
-I just hope I can get rid of these as soon as possible…- I huff and at least that gives him a reason to look at my face.
-R-Right, right…- he stutters and I have to say, it kinda looks cute for him to act like this.
-Uh, so… How d’ya find me?- I ask, trying to break the ice.
-Tails hasn’t stopped looking for you, but he lacked the tech to do so, so we took action in our hands, considering that we’ve been scouting the area ever since I began to work here. We knew the other one was hiding around that place, we just never found it. Until a few days ago, when we saw it climb up the mountain, carrying enough food for two persons. I wanted to rush in immediately, but they told me we needed to wait for a better chance, which happened the day before yesterday. But I had no idea that it had done all this to you…- he explains, sighing.
-I… couldn’t really believe it myself… And how’s… it?- I ask, it sounds like I’m concerned but I really wanna know if they took care of it.
-We brought it back to the ARK to study it. The mutation it went through were not expected, so we hope to figure out what caused them.- he replies. I sigh in relief, knowing that he’s in space and away from me, then I scooch away and pat the space next to me. Shadow blinks but gets up and sits next to me, then I wrap an arm around his shoulder and lay my head on it, sighing. He’s definitely weirded out but he lays his head on my head and sighs too, I can feel his tail wagging as he’s just happy I’m okay. 


I look up and plant a tiny kiss on his jaw, making him look down at me, confused but surprisingly I don’t see him backing away as I kiss his jaw and neck more. I then drag him down over to me, making him top me as we look at each other, panting and blushing, then he cups my cheeks and kissed my lips deeply and passionately, immediately sliding his hands to my breasts as he gropes them, making me moan (though this time it’s a pleased moan) as I hug him closer. We make out for five minutes, feeling glued to each other as he kisses and feels my body and I’m not complaining, his touch and kisses feel way better than the other one’s, more passionate and loving than just flat out lustful. He pulls away soon after, panting as his face reflects into my eyes, the same happens to me, then he blushes, god he’s so cute when he does, and smiles. His smile feels warmer than the sun, and it makes me smile too, then we hug and just cuddle like this, purring and wagging our tails. I may have suffered way more than before, I may have a new body which will take some time to adjust to, I may have lost my dignity and my virginity to a monster, but I am so glad that I won’t have to face this alone.


The End