"Where do you think you're going, rodent?" Eggman questioned as he intercepted Sonic outside of Silver's cell. "You were supposed to mate with that time traveling pest so I can gather the data needed to find a cure for your wretched hide!"

Sonic glanced at the evil scientist briefly before turning away and continuing limping onward. The words his friend said imprinted on his heart and kept replaying in his mind, "You should just go ahead and die." "Go ahead and die." He never thought he'd hear those words come from Silver of all people, one of the kindest, most understanding individuals he's known. He hurt him. He knew that. Still, in his emotionally fragile state, the fallen hero had a hard time stomaching the thought of being hated by a friend, especially one of such a amicable nature. 

Suddenly, his contemplation was interrupted by a forceful vice grip on his shoulder that spun him around before the hard impact of knuckles slapped him across the face, effectively knocking him to the floor with a heavy thud. "Did you forget you're MY PRISONER, rat?!" he shouted as Sonic struggled to collect himself, his face throbbing from the assault. Because of his degeneration, every injury felt 10 times worse than normal, making a bitch slap from Eggman even more painful on multiple levels, especially since the doctor was ready to pour salt on the wound. "You don't get to just waltz around like you own the place, no matter who you're sugar daddy is."

The blue hedgehog rubbed his cheek, feeling his jaw bone pop with the taste of blood on the side of his mouth. He hated having to obey Eggman, not just because it hurt the shambles of his pride, but because unlike Infinite, Eggman has never once shown any consideration for him. He was just a specimen, a prisoner, an object to torture. There were no moments of kindness from him, no sympathy. Their lifelong fued had turned him into a vindictive monster who only enjoys causing Sonic pain. Sitting up, Sonic glared at the scientist standing so high and mighty before him. He was on HIS  turf and Infinite wanted him to play by HIS rules, but with Silver's words still ringing in the back of his head, the blue blur could care less about the grand scheme of things and wasn't about to play ball with his greatest nemesis. 

"I may be stuck here, but I don't have to listen to you, Egghead," he announced with confidence before attempting to get to his feet, "If you're so smart, then figure out another way to fix me because I'm not about to supply your voyeurism." 

Eggman growled deeply. The villain's patience was always a slippery slop and for it to be tested now when his life was threatened by Infinite was pushing his capacity for restraint beyond its threshold. In one scoop, he grabbed Sonic by the throat and hoisted him up. The weak hedgehog flailed as he was carried back to the padded cell, where the doctor slammed the door open before throwing him inside. Silver was surprised by the sudden action as he didn't expect to see Sonic again so soon. His anger was still very present, but he couldn't surpress the alarm he felt at witnessing his friend being tossed so violently. "See here, vermin," Eggman began as he sauntered in, ignoring Silver as he passed by before pressing his boot against Sonic's abdomen, "You wouldn't be breathing right now if it weren't for me. I let you live to witness my conquest. I've kept you alive to please my general, but if you think for one second that you're not expendable---guess again, hedgehog." 

He began twisting his foot, pushing down harder as Sonic struggled to breathe. The strength had left him, he had no way of fighting back and could only writhe as he was at the mercy of one who had none. "S-St-stop" he whimpered, growing dizzier by the second, his lungs feeling as though they were on fire while his breasts ached and his torso gradually caved in. The glowing reflection of the doctor's spectacles pierced into the fallen hero's soul as his menacing grin sent chills through him. How many times had he seen this maniacal expression? He had lost count at this point, but it was always when he suffered the most. The villain was savoring the moment, feeling Sonic's stomach squish beneath his heal, feeling his sternum crack as he leaned forward and put more weight on him. Gasping, grunting, crying, he kept trying to push Eggman's foot off, but to no avail. Infinite wasn't here to save him, he couldn't save himself, only the scientist's conscience would decide what happened next, and that part of him died long ago. 

"STOP IT!!!" a voice screamed from behind the towering human, who peered curiously around at the demand. Silver rattled in his chains, unable to witness the brutality any longer, "Let him go and I'll do what you want," he avowed. Eggman slowly removed his foot from Sonic's battered frame, but the hedgehog had already fallen limp and was barely conscious. Now approaching the restrained time traveler, the evil one began to mentally compile as many manipulations as possible to take advantage of the new position he found himself in. "Finally feeling cooperative?" he started while still sporting that same wicked smile, "it's about time you learned who's in charge around here. So, let's start with the coordinates of the Resistance headquarters." 

"NO!" Silver responded without hesitation. Oddly, the doctor wasn't dissuaded from his reaction, instead he simply crossed his arms and commented on the white hedgehog's choice of words, "No, you say?" Silver stared down his captor, unwilling to budge on his principles but willing to compromise for his friend's sake, "I'll do what's needed to save Sonic, but I'm not about to give you anything else." Eggman scoffed at his naive prisoner's answer before tilting his head and pointing his thumb towards the immobile victim he left a few feet away, whose bandages were now crimson from the chest wounds that had never healed. "You've forgotten who's holding all the cards here. I could just leave this rat here to waste away in front of you or...." He stoops over and grabs Sonic's head, lifting it as mumbled gibberish escapes him, "I can easily pluck out one of his eyeballs." The threat honestly shook the white hedgehog as he looked into his friend's glassy eyes, the words he tried to form falling out as inaudible whimpers from his bleeding lips, and his overall expression appearing like a helpless animal whose light is about to extinguish. 

"You win, but please, help him first," Silver conceded, prompting the doctor to smile from ear to ear and drop his prisoner back on the padded floor. Ambling to the door in a swagger becoming of one whom just won a victory, Eggman remarked, "then you best get to it. The rodent is incapable of healing anymore--if you want him to survive, you'll have to make him see stars." Once he exited and the door was locked tight, Silver's shackles immediately fell from his wrists, freeing him for the first time since he was brought here. His wrists ached, but there was no time to delay. He crawled over to Sonic, whom couldn't keep his eyes open as he breathed slow, raspy breaths. 

"Sonic...I....I don't know what to do," the white hedgehog stated in a panic as he scanned over his friend's body, genuinely at a loss. The intercom blasted once more with Eggman's impatience, "Seriously? Haven't you ever watched an adult film?" Silver shouted that he never even thought about such things in his life! He has no idea what he's doing right now and Eggman yelling at him isn't helping! The doctor rubbed his forehead at the notion that Silver has no animal instincts whatsoever and advised him to just do what Sonic did to him last time. The time traveler paused and reflected, trying to remember in detail what happened that day. "He...he touched my chest..." he whispered to himself. However, Sonic's chest was covered in bloodied bandages, making Silver hesitate in performing such a task. 

"Tick-tock," resounded on the speakers, making the white hedgehog even more nervous. Immediately, he started unwrapping the bandages on Sonic's chest until his plump breasts were exposed. Silver never recalled Sonic having such a physique like this before and wondered if they had conducted some type of body manipulation on him? As he began to massage and rotate his supple melons, small moans escaped his slightly parted mouth--but wasn't enough to make him regain consciousness fully. Silver had never touched someone in such a way, and while it honestly felt very strange and wrong to him, he knew he had to keep going. Oddly, he started to blush. The warm, squishy yet firm construct of these pecs were so soft and tantilizing between his fingers, it was easy to see why they were so attractive. Then he felt tiny imprints buried under the fur that tore him away from where his instincts were taking him. The source of the blood were revealed to be giant holes with a pattern befitting a canine's jaw. Feeling the marks on both breasts and noticing the more he groped and played with them, the more red started emerging made him feel sick. He quickly released his grip and saw the blood stained his hands. "I'm...I'm hurting him," he claimed in urgency. 

Eggman scoffed at the notion, "The rat's been through worse. Keep going already."

Silver was becoming annoyed by the doctor's attitude in the situation. It was easy for him to make snarky remarks from who knows where while the white hedgehog was stuck. Peering down at his friend's expressionless face, and fearing this is how he would look forever, the time traveler focused as much as he could on continuing onward and recalling what he felt before in their exchange. Sonic kissed his stomach before going lower. Whether or not there was another approach to the proess was beyond him, but at least he had experience to go by and proceeded to mimic the skill. While rubbing Sonic's sides, he gently smooched over the scuff marks Eggman's boots had left. The taste was musky and bitter, still, he kept going further and further down until he reached the area that was deemed a very private part no one else is supposed to see, much less touch. With a deep breath, he began licking the lump in short strokes at first because stretching into longer ones. More moans fled from the blue hedgehog's lips as the sensations made his body react despite his sleeping mind. Finally, after a little stimulation, it emerged. Silver couldn't help but pull backwards since he never had been that close to another person's instrument before. Shyness started to overtake him as he remembered exactly what he was supposed to do next.