(Authors note; this story will very quickly diverge into an alternate universe and one that will feature quite a bit of the old fun dirty stuff so this is gonna be one for the adults only)

The Queens Lineage

An opulent bathroom, the most regal trappings to the most functional room. No amount of gilded fittings or silken sheets hiding the fact that this room was for a basic use, a fine mirror for its visitor, the newly crowned queen of Mobotropolis.
Sally huffed as she walked towards the basin to run herself some water, her new royal gown was cooking her by the minute and her new medication was only making things worse. She collected the cool water in her palms before washing away the sweat from her face. She was surprised that none of the delegates had taken notice of her discomfort, but then these were the power games of diplomacy and any hint of weakness suggested out loud was off the table.

“Stress”, this was the diagnosis from her doctor and one Sally could probably agree with today, even if the main source of it today was the side-effects of those stupid pills. The hot flushes they provided warranted another run of cold water wiped through her fur (no full splash as it was certainly not a good idea to return to any delegation with a soaked gown). If it was just a bit of heat she could simply ask for a little more air flow through the rooms she was meeting in but that would only aggravate their other side effect; her nipples were sensitive as FUCK. The frustration of it all driving her to language she would not even usually in her internal thoughts. Any hint of cold near those things and it was like she was smuggling a pair of bullets with her at all times. This had been her fifth trip to the Bathroom today, a cooling down with water and doing what she could to hide her excited state, each time feeling like her bra was getting tighter and tighter. 
But this was not the last side-effect as she discovered to her distress (though it might be considered her own fault). She would not admit it to anyone, especially herself, but the last few times she was calming her nipples down were spent a little more on simply enjoying the sensation of the contact and a little part of her looked forward to these little moments of “stress relief”. But as her fingers danced, flowed and pressed at her sensitive points she felt something more, something “extra” in that enjoyment and with it a “release”. Sally brought her fingers up and inspected them, only to find an alarming new development;
“MILK”
These pills were making her lactate! Sally rushed to grab some tissue and clean it up, straightening her gown to put her nipples away (with a little tissue underneath to absorb the drips). She had to get that doctor to fix this, her schedule was now empty of important meetings today, and she could cancel any minor event such as the farmland deed audit (3pm) with little uproar. Were it not for the embarrassment of this situation she might be relishing this sort of problem, when she could plan around obstacles and clear a problem from her table, like the old days back in Knothole, her mind was working options and blocking off those that would expose her situation to those she’d rather hide it from. She Trusted her friends with her life, but this felt a little too personal even for them. 
“No” she whispered to herself, “The most direct approach to this would be best, I’ll get that doctor to change his prescription to something else. The side-effects make the stress seem like nothing.”
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“...Expressing milk you say?” The doctor’s raspy voice called through Sally’s communicator.
“Yes!” Sally rubbed her forehead in frustration as the doctor took at least 3 times as long as Sally wanted to take in this simple fact, wanting to know exact times, frequency and quantity. She knew this information was important, but these changes to her body were just unnerving and made her feel like her body was not her own.
“Don’t worry my dear, it is a simple imbalance and can be treated with a single pill.”
Sally didn’t know whether to be relieved at the rather simple solution or pissed off that she was not given this option to begin with. But that she could not lose her temper, she needed to keep her composure. 
“Tell me dear” 
Sally didn’t like the way, the doctor kept referring to her as “dear”.
“Where exactly are you?” he asked, the question throwing Sally off slightly.
“In my private Bathroom in the East wing, why do you ask?”
“I had taken the liberty of secreting a small bottle in your private bathroom for this very eventuality” Sally was becoming ever more irritated with his attitude. The idea of that oily old bird in her private bathroom made her fur itch. Sure enough though in the medicine cabinet was a new bottle, unmarked except for a few numbers in the doctor’s terrible handwriting.
“Just take two right now and then another pair with any other incident, though you should only need the one dose.”
Sally hurriedly popped off the top to the bottle and eyed the pair of white pills she needed to take, compared to the purplish things that caused all this trouble they were rather plain looking and barely looked any different to a simple painkiller. But their looks didn’t matter, just their results and as Sally gulped them down she reached for a glass to wash down the strange fizzing sensation they produced in her mouth.

The effects were not what Sally had been promised and as her hand reached out, it seemed to lose its way to the glass, taking an unscheduled detour and swinging down by her sides, hanging down limply as her other hand followed suit. This would’ve shocked Sally were it not for the fact her mind was quickly filling with a deep haze, a fog that was consuming her vision and spreading over her body. The last thing she felt before the lights fades completely was the floor coming towards her at a speed she would’ve rather avoided.


The world returned to Sally in patches, none of them boded well for her situation; a room almost totally in darkness, the sounds of metallic instruments, padded restraints around her upper arms and thighs, soft rubber wedged in her mouth and worst of all, the feeling of a cool breeze on her exposed sex. That last one woke her up in an instant and in a panic she scanned around herself to find out what was happening.
Her arms were not just restrained, they seemed to be locked into a pair of holes in a metallic table, her legs appeared to be in the same situation and neither had much in the way of freedo. Her breasts were left exposed and hanging down as her position held her body about a foot off the table and facing down, capping all this off with what could only be a rubber gag in her mouth and it all painted a picture of a very perverted captor, Sally could only take this to mean her captor needed access to her whole body (or just wanted to cause her as much embarrassment as possible).
And WHY was her body reacting in a way that made her feel so..so...Horny? The cold air on her nipples explained why they were so hard, but her sex was like a gushing river, she was never like this whenever she was in situations like this before, was it the drugs....
The Drugs! Sally’s mind reclaimed the memories it had pushed aside and removed any remaining haziness in her head. That doctor had tricked her into taking a powerful sleeping pill and, if he was planning this all along, who knows what was in that stress medication. But then there was the simple problem. Where was she? Even in the dark it was clear this was not a small room and the cold air caressing her every naked square inch could only mean she was underground or that she had been out until the night or both! 
“Ah! You’re awake.” A calm, cold and, strangely enough, feminine voice flowed with the cool air and chilled Sally deeper than any dramatic taunt would have done. “I asked the doctor to knock you out, but I thought we’d already be done by now. I’ll probably miss the evening ball at this rate.” Sally recognised that voice and yet she didn’t, it was like a well-loved story told by a swatbot, the emotion didn’t match correctly.
“Unnnf! Unnnn!” Sally attempted to make some sort of noise though her gag in the hope it was loose enough for some speech to escape or for someone else to hear her pleas.
“No one will hear you down here; this room was built in the old days to keep those who were MEANT to be kept silent.” The other voice approached nearer, “And anyway, young lady, you need to learn to listen to your elders for once as your kingdom depends on it.” Through the shadows the figure of the old queen walked forth. 
Alicia Acorn; the last Queen of Old Metropolis, the new Queen Mother.
Sally’s Mother.
“Nuuuffeeer!” Sally screamed into her gag, panic thrashing through her body faster and more powerful than any drug. Was this some sort of trick? A mind control device? A Badnik replacement re-activated? It most certainly was no hologram as it delivered a slap to silence the held queen. 
“If you refuse to keep your tongue still I’ll leave you like that for the whole procedure” Sally’s mind raced at the word her mother used. The mention of any “procedure” chilled her to her core, made worse by the idea of her mother delivering it.
Sally scanned the figure before her, she was looking for those subtle signs she had seen before, but none were present; the hand that hit her was definitely skin and bone, her eyes were still blinking, there was no implants on her head and while her voice had none of the warmth it normally had it was still a normal speaking pattern. Sally wished it were not true, but this WAS her mother and she WAS acting on her own.
And that would be the worst part of this evening.


“Politics!” the Queen Mother called out as though she were addressing a classroom, “Is more than just meetings, laws and wars. It’s about connecting your kingdoms with another....”
Sally watched in silence, her body still locked in place and at the mercy of her mother (as odd as that sentence sounds). Her Mother had certainly become more withdrawn lately, moving away from the public after King Maximillian sadly passed away. It was understandable really, the death of a king left little space for grief in Sally’s life as her coronation was quickly pushed into action, but the Widow Queen was given her own time to herself as it allowed the public to focus on the crowning of a strong new Kingdom in the new world quickly forming around it. Sally had spent any time she could with her Mother and she thought they had worked through their pain well, but this new side of Alicia seemed to suggest otherwise.
“....Seventeen! Seventeen kingdoms on our continent! Every one either a rabble built on the victory of a freedom fighting group or the ruins of an old kingdom revived like ours.”
Her mother was talking clearly and, her line of logic at least held some weight. This couldn’t be a form of madness. This had to be something much worse. This was Alicia Acorn “Coping”. A Mother goose doling out some sick “tough love” for the good of the children and Sally was being given the lesson.
“Robotnik left a power vacuum and the entire continent knows it. A Vacuum resting on our very doorstep and we just do not have the might to fill it within the next decade.” This at least was true, the delegations coming in were so often on the thinnest of ice between peace and war. A war no neighbouring kingdom had the numbers to start but were all too ready to wait and finish.
“This is the point where you are going to have to be a big girl for once. You’ve had your little play time in Knothole and now it’s time for a sign of diplomacy no country can ignore.” Sally felt insulted at the suggestion her Freedom fighting was mere play, but she also knew that it was indeed true, her Freedom fighting was at an end.
Sally’s Mother wheeled a strange looking device into view; were it not for its size Sally would have said it might be an IV drip from a hospital, a large glass tank elevated on wheels with a long clear pipe trailing from the bottom. Inside was some strange looking liquid, almost looking like milk but too pale and thick.
“A Sign of diplomacy only you can provide all those “Kings””, her mother tapped the glass, “An Heir!”
The realisation struck Sally like a train. This tank was full of semen! And it was at least a couple of gallons, what insanity was this? Sally’s attempts at escape began anew as she used every ounce of strength she had to break free, shaking and rocking side to side in an attempt to knock her table over, however when she rocked backwards she received another surprise; two very blunt probes poking her from behind, lying in wait from the beginning.
“Oh stop shaking child it will be very simple; every king and major political leader has made their own contribution to the supply in order to remain fair and they would never invade a nation if they feared they might harm their own heir. Especially one mothered by my dear little Sally, after all, you are The Hero of Mobius.” Sally tired out, her attempts at escape were completely useless at this point, and her best hope was for rescue from someone outside this little scheme.
“Now obviously, we could not raise an heir to EVERY king, but this method will mean there will be at least some confusion as to the true identity of the father.” Sally watched her mother take out one of the pills the doctor had conned her into taking, “Though it may very well be FATHERS at this rate with the fertility drugs you’ve been taking”
Sally almost wished she hadn’t found out the true identity of the drug, she might have retained some hope this whole thing would have failed. She had been taking these pills for months now and she could only imagine what that had done to her ability to conceive. Even now her body was reacting on its own accord at the very idea of hosting a child, her pussy was practically gushing at this point and she hadn’t noticed it until now, but her breasts were starting to feel rather....full!

A chilling clunk of metal signalled the movement behind her, as her mother actually showed the first sign of genuine affection that evening; placing her hands on Sally’s shoulders and gently guiding her body to accept the intrusions.
“There there my dear, keep calm and your duty will be done. I made sure they have been properly lubricated.” The softer tone of her mother’s voice actually managed to calm Sally enough to be still when she felt a large, solid object enter her soaking wet pussy. 
Though the second intrusion, making its way to her anus, caused her to tense up again immediately.
Muscle, however, is no match for the cold indifference of a machine as Sally filled the room with the muffled screams of her very first anal insertion. The lubrication coating it doing little to soften the pain of a popped anal cherry.
“I’m afraid we couldn’t trust you to take your medicine orally and you will need a good supply of the drug along with various nutrients. But rectally works just as well.” Sally’s eyes had been clamped shut in an attempt to blot out what was happening to her but that did nothing to help ignore the strange sucking sound moving towards her chest, quickly becoming a sucking feeling on her breasts.
“It’s a strange tradition I know, but if we are to form our ties in the old manner we will have to adhere to the traditions of those times.” Sally was not listening to her mother now as she was working up the courage to open her eyes, the objects inserted in her laid (at least for now) but this feeling on her breasts was increasing in waves of suction. When she finally managed to look down she found the device she really should have expected; 
A milking machine! Her mother had reduced her to little more than a beast at this point, to be bred and milked. So why then, did the very IDEA of that turn her on even more? The stimulation in her nipples was getting more intense, those little drips they produced earlier would soon be followed by something more, Sally could feel it. Her body was in turmoil, the stimulation in her nipples and the full feeling she could now enjoy from both intrusions was too much for her mind to rebel against.
And then the trusting started!
Sally felt the one in her behind first as it slowly moved into her, widening her passage in a slow, methodical, DIRECT path inside her. The feeling it brought was entirely alien to her as she had never even considered such an activity for the bedroom. In the past she had been told such things in her late night talks with Bunnie, but she had quickly moved away for that idea, though it would sometimes flash in her mind during the occasional late night “explore” of her own body. This, however, was the real thing, her body taking an unyielding object in her ass, the object now retreating as part of its motion.
That’s when its partner began its own path, and Sally actually moaned with this one as the one in her pussy slowly moved though her walls, bringing the cold metal to her hot needy centre. Sally would not want to admit it but she needed this now, her body SCREAMED to her for more, while the screams of her mind began to weaken. The screams of her first orgasm came a little too easily however, the fireworks blazing through her mind as her head slumped forwards in shame.
“Well now.” Alicia had stepped back to observe at this point, “I didn’t think you would begin enjoying this so soon. How do you feel my dear?”
The gag was removed from Sally’s mouth, allowing a mouthful of drool to pour down to the table below and only shame her further.
“Mother...please!” Sally’s exhausted, weak voice broke, “End this insanity please!”
Alicia Acorn stepped away from her child, dropping the gag to the floor and calmly walking to grab herself a glass of wine she had kept nearby. Her expression dropping once more to that of a teacher watching over a student she would have to flunk.
“I’m disappointed Sally, I had thought that I had raised you to understand the importance of doing the right thing even when you might not like it.”
Sally moaned again, though much loader without the gag. The objects in her holes had begun their delivery, bringing a fresh supply of drugs to her ass, working its way into her system and a whole torrent of semen flooding her expecting womb. The piston-like motion they provided only served to drive their fluids deeper and Sally’s nerve endings ablaze with stimulation as they sped up their motion.
“Ah! The milk has started!” Alicia idly pointed with a single finger on the hand holding her glass of wine to Sally’s chest. Sally looked in horror as the feeling of release in her breasts accompanied a jet of milk for the cups of her milking machine to collect.
“Why Mother! Why all this milk?” Sally sobbed.
“I told you, my dear, Tradition! The old tradition was for the King father to take a taste of the mother’s milk. It was a sign of fertility and health that the milk was good enough for the king and his child. Though I’m afraid we will have many fathers to give a sample to, so we are starting rather early.” Alicia lectured on to Sally as she watched her nipples produce an incredible amount of milk to be taken away by a pair of pipes, “Drug doses and nutrients my dear, everything a mother needs when she will be nursing every eligible male available to you.”
A loud clunk could be heard behind Sally followed by a rather odd gurgling. This didn’t seem to falter the pillaging in Sally’s holes however as her mind was trying it’s best to hold back its third orgasm, though the pumping of her own first gallon of milk rendered those efforts entirely in vain. Alicia took this clunking sound as some sort of instruction however as she wheeled the glass pot of semen (the one she had been using to demonstrate) behind Sally and with a few more twisting metallic sounds the gurgling stopped as another loud clunk began the emptying of Sally’s second pot to flood her womb.
It was at this point Sally noticed something very wrong, she felt a tightening in the pit of her stomach and it was only getting worse. At this point she was almost getting used to seeing her body warped in some terrifying way, but as she looked below her at the swollen belly stretching down to the table, she was pushed ever further. She almost looked months into pregnancy at this point! And if she had only just started on her second pot this could only go further.
“M...Mother! My insides are too full!” Sally’s voice was growing weaker from her trauma and the frequent screaming earlier, “I can’t take any more....”
“Nonsense my child!” Her mother talking as if to an infant complaining that they might die at a papercut, “Your body will need a little stretching out if it is to accommodate the next generation. And I am sure it was find a way out before it does any damage.”
Sure enough, within moments, Sally felt the spurting of semen escaping her body, the pounding in her pussy driving it inside and then forcing more out, creating waves gushing from her lips. This constant churning of old and new semen inside her was a feeling that would not let her ignore the weight of what she was being filled with.
“Now dear, the way you carry on, some might think you’re not ready for the duties of the queen” Alicia took a sip from the wine she had been rolling in her glass. “Don’t worry, that little soup of life you’re holding onto contains a little of your blue friend, though I caught Elias adding more than his fair share as well.”
This sick revelation was the final straw for Sally’s beaten psyche as she just took the information in without comment. At this moment in time, if Robotnik himself were to walk into the room she would not give him a seconds notice. The ravaging of her body was all her mind was filled with now, the pains and pleasures merging into one whole experience that she was just forced to accept and freezing her face into a mix of terror and enduring pain. Alicia took another sip from her wine, watching Sally settle into this pained expression.
“Oooh! I can’t stand to see you suffer. I might as well head back to the party. I’m sure they’ll be missing me.” She turned to walk out and away from Sally’s presence before looking back with a final duty, “I’ll send one of my guards down in an hour....”

Alicia’s footsteps grew quieter in Sally’s ears; now oblivious to their noise.
“...you should be ready for your 3rd pot by then.”



To be continued...