Experiment Time: February 6, 2009
Prime Material Time: January 3, 2009 - 2:13 AM

	Sonic had finally given up hope.

	It was something he didn't ordinarily do, and the idea of despair was so foreign that, for the past few days, the blue hedgehog couldn't even bring himself to run on the specially-designed virtual-reality trackball in one corner of his well-furnished cell. This was actually the fourth day in a row he had been sitting on his bed, not sure whether he should cry, allow himself to go absolutely mad, or succumb to the effects of being so lonely, despite the cameras.

	It wasn't like he hadn't made the attempt to escape - far from it! For the past month before despair finally kicked in, Sonic had tried everything in his power and knowledge to break out of the cell. His speed had been negated by some weird, speed-triggered traps in the floor that shocked him senseless if he stepped off of them too quickly, nullifying his spin-dash assaults on the door and walls alike. The small amount of technical knowledge he had picked up from Tails so long ago was absolutely pointless. Skilled as he was in combat, he couldn't punch through the walls and, again, it wasn't like he had not made the attempt.

	Sonic had tried everything he had known... and nothing had worked.

	Worst of all, he was painfully horny, and a set of bracelets and cock ring made it impossible for him to jack off without being shocked!

	It had to be the food. For the past month, Sonic had been wondering why his food was only a slightly lighter shade of blue than his own quills; with the past four days of depression, however, thought came - and his guess had been on the mark. He could only imagine what could be in store for him now as his gaze fell on the plush doll of his best friend, a two-tailed fox-boy.

	Sonic squirmed and growled, his thoughts torn as he stared into the mirror across from his bed. It was times like this that forced him to remind himself of what was going on around him - somebody was manipulating him and had held him captive from Mobius for the past month, leaving his friends and home to the machinations of the evil Doctor Robotnik. Somebody was twisting his thoughts toward his sexuality, forcing him to think of Tails as a sex toy no matter how much he tried to keep his mind on Sally. Somebody...

	Who? What brought him here? Where was here? When would he be allowed to release - no, when would he be allowed to leave? Why was he here in such a situation?

	Sonic yelped and jerked his hand away from the Tails doll, realizing what had just happened. His hand had been on the crotch of the anatomically correct plush, his fingers sliding slowly along the length of the dildo; he was, on a subconscious level, enjoying it. He gripped his spines tightly, trying to pull the images out of his head; he didn't want to do that to Tails, he didn't...

	"Subject Sonic the Hedgehog, code name EBD-SSR, numeral 4."

	The simulated voice coaxed Sonic back from his near-madness as meal-time began once again. The meal was suited to his tastes - a large plate of chilidogs and two glasses of ginger ale; Sonic certainly hadn't starved - but everything was a shade of blue, as it had been every day before. He'd been stubborn enough to resist eating anything for the first few days, long enough to actually collapse from hunger and thirst. Even now, Sonic remembered the half-dream state he'd been in, imagining a giant Tails feeding him and nursing him back to health... and waking up snuggled next to an anatomically correct Tails doll, horny as a rabbit in mating season.

	Sonic took the tray to his bed and ate the food slowly, trying to fight off the effects of the drug in small amounts. His will was hardly up to the challenge, however, and his arousal grew exponentially throughout the meal, peaking after he had forced himself to swallow the last bite of his twelfth chilidog, halfway through his food. He set the tray aside, his breathing shallow and shaky as his mind crumbled, so very slowly, under the effects of the chemical in the food and the environment he had been thrust into.

	"I can't fight it anymore," Sonic whispered to himself. He had long since gotten used to talking to himself. "Screw the cameras... I can't take this anymore..."

	Sonic's mind tried very hard to fight back. He thought about who might be watching, but for all he knew, Knuckles and Shadow were still home, and at this point, nobody else mattered; he knew Sally was not here, but how he knew that, he didn't understand. He worried about Tails, not wanting him to see what he was about to do to the toy replica - Chaos Emeralds, he didn't want to do anything to the doll! Worst of all, and the reason Sonic kept pulling it up in his mind, was the fact that this would make him gay. He had no problem with gay guys and would probably joke with them just as easily as he'd talk with anybody else, but he wasn't homosexual.

	However, maybe Sonic was bisexual... and, wrong as it was, maybe it was only for Tails. The doll wouldn't feel any pain. Tails wouldn't be hurt, and he probably wouldn't see it happen. There was nothing wrong with jacking off, either; using the toy would just be like using any other toy... even if it was in the shape of his young, cute buddy.

	Suddenly, Sonic didn't feel so silly. His final mental barrier broke down, and he rubbed his erection against the doll's backside. The tailhole of the doll was tight and smooth, even a bit slick, perfect for fucking - there, he finally thought it, he wanted to fuck the living daylights out of Tails!

	He shuddered heavily as he felt himself penetrate the doll, completely, his crotch pressed hard against the soft, furry backside of the Tails plush. Sonic's shudder, however, came from the intense pleasure as well as the intense chill of realization - in this case, of his thoughts. Sonic hadn't thought about the doll as he pushed into it; he didn't imagine Sally or even Rouge, or any other girl.

	Tails' cry of pain and pleasure had echoed in his mind as he pictured the fox; every inch of his member had throbbed and quivered as he took the plush, his drug-twisted mind making him imagine his best friend underneath him. He couldn't keep from thrusting again... and again... and every time, he could imagine Tails' soft whimpering, indecipherable; was he begging Sonic to stop, or crying for more, or thanking him for finally wanting him... like this?

	"Sonic! Calm down or you'll shock...!"

	The hedgehog howled in pain as the bracelets and cock ring reacted, just moments before he released. The sudden jolt was enough to clear his mind, and he shoved the Tails doll away from him as if it were a monster, pushing himself back against the headboard of his bed.

	"Yourself... too late," the voice said. "Sonic, are you going to be alright?"

	Sonic looked over at the voice's owner... and then up, as the owner towered over him. It was surprising, being overshadowed by a fox; after all, Tails was the only fox he really knew. He looked similar to a cross between Big the Cat and Tails, and somehow so familiar even though he'd never seen...

	No, he had seen this fox before. This was the same giant Tails' that had nursed him back to health. What was his name, again?

	"Sonic. Calm down, you'll be alright."

	"No!" Sonic balled up defensively, trying to hide from his own thoughts. "What are you doing to me?! What did you make me do?!"

	The large, two-tailed fox blinked, leaning against the closed door. "Well, the last time I was here, I made you eat..."

	"The drug!" Sonic surged up, storming toward the massive fox - and he was shocked by a tile in the floor just as he left it, far too quickly, stunning him as it knocked him to the ground. "Th-that... th-the b-b-blasted d-drug..."

	The large fox kneeled down, offering his hand to Sonic. "Yeah, Chemical 57144-E does have quite a kick to it after a month or so. Mind explaining what happened, so I can find out what it is exactly you're blaming me for?"

	Sonic pulled away from the large fox, willing himself to stop shaking from the system shock; it was already wearing off. "I... that drug made me... I couldn't help myself anymore..."

	"The drug didn't make you do anything," the fox said. "Sure, it made you need to do something, but it can't actually control your actions - or your thoughts." He looked to the Tails doll, then back to Sonic. "Trying to enjoy your new toy?"

	"He's not a fucking toy!!"

	The fox reeled back slightly, smirking. "The doll is, actually. Do you often call a doll he,' Sonic?"

	Sonic blushed, managing to get to his feet and walk away. "Tails... he's not a toy. He's not someone I should want to do anything like that with." His moment of calm suddenly vanished as he turned on the large fox again. "What kind of sick madman comes up with this stuff?!"

	"That would be Dextral, my boss," the fox said, standing back up. "It's an Experiment. Not everybody's here, yet - and don't worry, only my boss can see what you're doing, and he doesn't care about humiliating you."

	"Where is he?!" Sonic demanded. "Tails, where is he, what have you done with him?!"

	"Easy, Sonic!" the fox insisted. "I'm not answering any questions until you've calmed down!"

	Sonic gripped his spines in one hand, absently wiping his eyes with the other; he no longer tried to keep from crying anymore. He had to force himself to calm down, but even with all his will, he couldn't calm himself completely. The hedgehog needed answers, and hoped that if he could just comply with the simpler demands... but if this perverted, twisted creature was going to try anything with him or to hurt Tails...

	"That's better," the fox said. "Tails isn't here, yet; he'll show up in the next couple of months. Also, what we plan to do to Tails is the same thing we've done to you - to start."

	Sonic had managed to inch closer to the oversized fox, just within striking distance. A quick glance to the ground assured him that he wouldn't be shocked by the electric tile in the floor. With startling speed, Sonic launched an axe kick at the larger fox, his leg moving in a blue blur... and slamming against the floor with a resounding clang. He collapsed to the floor, unused to missing; it would take someone who was deeply familiar with his moves to dodge that axe kick, someone like...

	"What are you?" Sonic asked, confusion making him calm.

	"I am an Experiment version of Tails - my name's Kit," the large fox admitted. He smiled; the smile was so much like Tails' own, but slightly twisted, slightly off - warm, welcoming, and weird, all at once. "Just calm down, Sonic. As long as he complies, he will be treated almost as well as you and the others."

	"What others?"

	"Knuckles, Shadow, and Fang." Kit sat down on Sonic's bed, keeping an eye on the hedgehog. "And before you ask, they're in the same kind of situation you are. They've all tried to escape, and nobody's managed to pull it off."

	Sonic stood, limping for a few seconds as he walked off the pain of slamming his ankle against metal. He needed answers now, more than ever; contrary to popular belief, Sonic could show some restraint when it was needed most.

	"How long will I be here?" Sonic asked. "And why bring anybody else into this?"

	"You'll be here for two years, while we figure out the best possible male-male pairing between Tails and the group of four you're a part of." Kit grabbed Sonic's fist as it flew toward him, his timing perfect and his strength enough to hold Sonic fast. "Why won't you stay still and calm down, already!"

	"You're going to have the four of us rape Tails just so you can watch a porno movie?!" Sonic howled, his moment of restraint abolished by Kit's revelation. He tried kicking again, but Kit's tail was faster, tripping him up. "Why can't you just leave us alone?! Why us?!"

	"Dextral likes you, now calm down or I'll sit on you!" Kit held Sonic still, one tail around his ankles and his hands holding Sonic's fists still. "The Experiment won't start until Tails gives us consent! He's not going to be raped; you're only going to get to take him if he's willing to be taken under the rules set for him. Calm down. Ask some more questions."

	Sonic thrashed in his captor's grasp. He might ask more questions, but calming down wasn't going to happen - not after the information he'd been given! Two years of imprisonment, being a show for some crazy techno-cult or whatever, drugged into fucking Tails and watching other guys do the same thing to his little buddy - and this fox expected Sonic to calm down?

	"Do you bastards realize what is going to happen to Mobius?!" Sonic raved. "There's nobody there to protect it from Robotnik for two years!"

	Kit shook his head. "Nothing is going to happen."

	Sonic went on, ignoring Kit's assurance. "What do you expect is going to happen to our families, our friends, our homes?! Why can't we go back and save them?!"

	"Sonic, nothing will happen!" Kit sighed, trying to get Sonic to hold still and listen for just one moment. "Don't you think it would have happened after a month?"

	The hedgehog still refused to listen. His voice cracked, finally, as he continued. "Two years of this torture - what the hell do you think it's going to do to Tails when Shadow or Fang or even Knuckles gets a hold of him? What... what do you think it's going to do... when I..."

	Sonic finally broke down into a fit of sobbing. Even as Kit carefully released him, the hedgehog slipped to his knees and refused to move. Everything had finally sunk in; his home was likely already destroyed and despoiled by his archnemesis, and his friends would be made hornier and hornier until Tails arrived... and Tails would be turned into a fuck-toy for four sex-crazed maniacs.

	Everything Sonic had, right down to his pride and his friendships, even his sanity, was being systematically destroyed... and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

	"Well, you seem to understand what's going on," Kit said, rubbing the back of his head. "Look, all I can tell you is that we're not letting anything happen to Mobius. If anything happens, we don't have an ending to the Experiment, so if something happens, you'll be sent back."

	"You'll... you're going to do this... no matter what I say."

	Kit nodded. "Yeah. That about sums it up."

	"And I can't stop you. I've already tried."

	"I've noticed. The entire Experiment has been set up to withstand Knuckles' strength, disable your speed, dispel Shadow's energy, and resist Fang's and Tails' abilities to hack and disable the various locks and programs. As for me, well... I'm just a well-designed Experiment, myself."

	Sonic took a deep breath, still staring at the floor through blurred vision. "I want to... make a request," he whispered. "What... what'll it cost me?"

	"Depends on the request," Kit said, standing and putting a hand on one of Sonic's shoulders. "What do you want?"

	"When you get Tails here... if he doesn't want to do this... let him go." The hedgehog's voice was quiet, pleading, maybe even frightened for his little buddy. "Please. I don't care if you have to make me some sort of torture toy, but I can't do that to him - not if it's a rape."

	Kit gave another frustrated sigh, pushing away from Sonic as he went for the door. The hedgehog's head snapped up, his tearful and angry gaze facing his captor.

	"What do you want from me?!" Sonic demanded.

	"I want you to listen once in a while!" Kit yelled. "I've already told you, the Experiment's going to start only when he's ready, because we want to avoid a rape! If he's not willing, all the information's ruined." The larger fox turned around; for a moment, Sonic was actually a little scared. The look on Kit's face was too close to home.

	"How does he do it, Sonic?" the massive fox asked, now fully vicious. "How does that beautiful, intelligent young fox handle running around behind you, not able to talk to you about anything he likes, not even able to talk to you and have you listen to him? Do you even understand just how much he caters to your wants, your needs, everything you ask him to do?" His voice rose in a crescendo, becoming more animated as he stalked over Sonic, glaring down at him. "He handles your fighting with all of your friends, your superiority complex, and on top of all that, he even accepts when you leave him behind to fight Robotnik alone! Do you have any idea that he worries almost as much as Sally might? There have to have been nights where he's fucking cried himself to sleep wondering if he was ever going to see you alive and well again! How the fuck does someone like him stay such good friends with someone like you?!"

	Sonic's anger had dissipated, and his ears had opened as Kit berated him. After a few moments, the hedgehog couldn't even look at Kit; he stared elsewhere on the floor, fighting back tears.

	Kit snarled indecipherably, turning to leave the room, blowing away the remainder of his fury. "Fortunately, we're not here to hurt you too badly, or your little buddy if he's compliant. We're going to treat him the same way we're treating you and the others, and after a couple of weeks, we'll ask him if he's ready. In fact, I plan to make sure personally that he is, even if it takes me months. Now you can either accept it, or you can sit here and worry over absolutely nothing."

	"Wait."

	Kit had nearly made it out the door when Sonic's voice stopped him. He didn't bother turning around, simply holding still at the door.

	"If he's willing, and when you take him..." Sonic sobbed quietly, staring at the floor. "Just... please, Kit, go easy on him, please..."

	"There, now, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Kit said, walking out of Sonic's cell. "Intelligent request, Sonic - I'll be relatively gentle."

	The door to Sonic's cell closed with a resounding clang, one Sonic felt in his soul. He crawled over to the altered Tails doll and curled up with it on the floor, sobbing into its fur and whispering apologies the boy might never get the chance to hear.