Manic pulls his phone out, looking to the address that Scourge sent him. “This is the place,” the drummer says. “Man, can’t believe Scourge wants to help me score. I’m movin’ up in the world.”
When he knocks on the door, it opens up, and he’s greeted by the negative image of his brother. “Heeey!” Manic says, giving the scowling hedgehog a wave. “Love the place. Really got a ‘run-down hideout’ vibe, ya know?”
Scourge’s scowl morphs into a smirk as he steps aside. “It’s a real pleasure to meet ya, Manic,” the doppelganger says. “You know, I never had siblings in my world. Maybe that’s ‘cuz I might have axed them both in the womb!’ He laughs, to which Manic responds with a slightly nervous chuckle.
“So, like, you wanted to talk and stuff?” Manic asks, glancing around the dark and dingy place. “Not much to really do, is there?”
Scourge wraps his arm around Manic’s shoulder, leading him over to a beat-up old couch. “Come on and sit, bud, my brother-from-another-universe’s-version-of-my-mother.”
Manic plops down on the seat, lounging out, getting comfortable.
Meanwhile, Scourge pulls a pack out of his pocket, cigs, and holding them out towards Manic.
The drummer shakes his head. “Sorry, bruh, I only take one kind of leaf, know what I’m sayin’?”
“Hell, yeah, but I don’t got none of that shit right now.” Scourge says and indulges himself.
Two other figures step up from either side of him. The crossed-armed Shadow the Hedgehog is on the left, and to the right is the masked Jackal and War Criminal Infinite.
Manic blinks and rubs his eyes. “Uh… what’s going on, dudes?”
“We thought you’d enjoy a little relaxing time,” says Infinite.
“Yeah,” Scourge says, shrugging. “Me and the boys wanted to include you in our little fun. Nothing wrong with that, right?
Shadow grunts.
“Uh… guess so…” Manic says, leaning back and trying to relax, though there is a twitchiness in his finger and a tapping at his toe that shows his nervousness.
“Hey, it’s just us guys here,” Scourge says, lowering himself to sit next to Manic on the couch. Nothing wrong with that, is there?” he says, a finger placed under Manic’s chin.
Manic blinks, turning toward Scourge. “H… huh? What are you-?”
But before he can finish his sentence, Scourge leans in, their noses rubbing as their lips press together.
Manic’s eyes widen, and he gasps; all the while, Scourge’s tobacco-stained tongue slips inside his mouth.
Manic grunts and pulls back, but Scourge’s hand grips his cheeks. The dominant hedgehog tilts his head a bit and deepens the kiss. Scourge holds Manic tight, keeping him from pulling away, breathing anything but the nicotine in his free hand, or saying anything to stop it.
After Scourge has made his point, he pulls back, a strand of saliva linking the two. He chuckles, licking his lips and cleaning off that spit. “Well, now, it’s just as I thought,” he growls. “The goody-two-shoes’s triplet brother makes for a beautiful faggot.”
Manic blinks, biting his lip, frowning, but suddenly gasps when Scourge pushes him down, looming over him on the couch, hands on either side.
“D… dude?”
“Shh, ya fairy,” Scourge growls. “Just sit back and enjoy this. I know you love this kinda shit.” He says this, a hand placed upon Manic’s chest, stroking down along him and groping between his legs.
Manic fights to push himself up, but  Scourge grabs his arm and holds him in place as fingers grope and probe down between his legs. “Where ya going, queer?” Scourge sneers. “The party’s just getting started. Ain’t that right, Shads?”
Shadow looms over Manic, and the detained hedgehog glances over, only for a gloved hand to grab his front quills and yank him to the side. There, he stares face-to-face with a red and throbbing cock.
“D… dude, what the fu-aah!?”
A click and metallic sensation confirm that Shadow the Hedgehog now has a gun pointed right to his temple. Manic stares up at him, whimpering and whining. “What do you want?” he laments.
“You stole from me,” Shadow says. “You didn’t have the balls to take from me in a fair fight. Now, I’m giving you payback.”
“N-now wait! We can handle this right. It was just a little bit of stuff, right, a-and, I… I thought you were a hero, ah!”
Shadow pushes the gun against his head.
“Appearances can be deceiving,” Infinite says, standing behind the two, staring at the hedgehog. “But rest assured, you are here right now, Manic the Hedgehog, and this situation is real. You can accept it and do as you’re told… or deny it and see what happens. Either way, the three of us will leave here with a clear conscience after what you’ve done.”
“Now, then, either you suck my cock, or I blow this gun’s load all over your face,” Shadow growls, tugging at Manic’s quills.
Manic yelps, but it’s enough of an opening for the black-furred hedgehog to shove his meat into the drummer’s face.
Scourge chuckles, patting him on the cheek. “Damn, look at you go, sucking him like a pro. What did I say? Natural born cock smoker this one. Even if he didn’t know it yet.”
Shadow does most of the work, thrusting his hips into Manic’s mouth. Manic does what he can. The green hedgehog licks over the pole, bobbing his head while watching the deadly weapon.
This could be his end. All of this is over his petty thievery. How did they even find out it was him? How could he have gotten himself into this mess?
 “You’d better not just sit there and let me use you as a fuck hole,” the black-and-red hedgehog says. “I want you to go all out like you’re a whore hungry for cock!”
Manic’s tongue flicks at the bottom of that red rod shoved into his mouth, tasting the salty meat and not believing that this could be happening to him.
There’s no way they had anything worth anything. He was blazed when he sold the materials, so there’s that. What could he have taken from Scourge and the rest that would get them angry?
The question really is, though: does it really matter anymore?
The cold muzzle of the gun digs into Manic’s temple. Because of its presence, he sucks on Shadow’s cock, closing his eyes, trying to be mentally as far away from the three as he possibly could. Scourge sits on top of him, pinning him down, Shadow shoving his cock down Manic’s throat, while Infinite stands there, menacingly.
Perhaps, everything would be okay after all this? After all, isn’t Infinite an illusionist? Maybe this isn’t real? 
No, that’s stupid. The taste, feel, and anger are much too physical for any of it to trick his mind. 
“F-fuck…” Shadow groans, his grip tightening on Manic’s quills. He yanks the green hedgehog back, spit bridging between his cock and Manic’s mouth, the victim breathing heavily as he has his first full breath of air during the whole ordeal.
“Now, that’s a real cocksucker,” Shadow says, nodding.
“See that?” Scourge says, “Shadow didn’t cum in you because he’s not a fruitcake like you. Real men don’t cum in other men’s mouths. Heh, no, they blow their load elsewhere, right?”
Shadow pulls his gun away, his other hand letting go of Manic.
Manic tries to push up, but Scourge shoves him back down, his saw-toothed grin widening. “Oh, no, you don’t. Did we say that Shads was done with you yet, pretty boy?”
Shadow wraps his gloved hand around his erect cock, stroking it and grunting as he does. He stares down at Manic the whole time, and Manic looks up at him, his eyes pleading, shaking his head, whining out. “Please, I didn’t know. I-uuaggh!”
“Uuuunnn!” Shadow’s raspy cry fills the room as he shoots off. Splurt upon spurt of warm and creamy cum flies out of Shadow’s cock and lands over Manic’s face.
The pinned hedgehog shudders and whines when the hot and sticky substance splashes over his face. One eye squints shut, stung by the strike of semen, tearing up and mixing with the salty mess. His green and peach fur is now quite stained.
“Who’da thought a bit of cum would make you look even more pathetic,” Scourge says. “If only your brother could see you now, I wonder how he would feel? Would he have a raging hard-on too?”
Manic blinks, confused. There’s no way Scourge is talking about Sonic. Instead, Manic looks down over the hedgehog overtop of him, seeing that pulsing cock poke out between his legs.
“Think about it,” Scourge says, smirking. “He and I are the same person, but from different realities, right? We got the same tastes. Next time you see him, think about me, won’t ya, bugger?”
Manic snaps, roaring and kicking upward, his knee connecting with Scourge’s cock!
The green doppelganger gasps, freezing in place from the sheer pain, allowing Manic to shove him off and stumble to his feet.
Shadow takes a seat, lounging back. Infinite just glances with one eye at the fleeing hedgehog.
“The fuck you bastards doing?” Scourge screams, stumbling to his feet. “He’s getting away!”
“You’re letting him get away,” Shadow says. “I’ve had my fun already.”
“Do you know how pathetic you look?” Infinite says, his gaze burning with contempt.
Scourge adjusts his jacket and spits. “I’ll show you fuckers ‘pathetic,” he says, reaching into his pocket and rubbing a little trump card of his.
Manic rushes toward the door, but a green streak speeds by, stopping right in front of him. “Oh, come on! Did you forget I got super speed? Or do you not want to think about Sonic when you look at me? I know he’s a handsome devil, but I’m much cooler than him.”
“G… get out of my way,” Manic mutters, grabbing at Scourge to shove him aside.
Scourge answers him with a swift punch to the gut.
Manic doubles over, falling to his knees.
Scourge grabs his head and tilts it back, staring down with burning blue eyes. “I ain’t from your world, fucker,” he growls, “But I know your powers are playing the drums, which won’t do you any good in a fight against me. The only singing you’ll be doing is when you’re riding my dick, capisce?”
“F… Fuck you…” Manic groans, his voice breathy from the wind being knocked out of him.
“No, No, no, my faggy friend,” Scourge says, “By the time we’re done with you, you’re the one who’s going to be fucked. Now, be a good boy, and smile for the camera.”
“W… what?”
With his supersonic speed, Scourge sends Manic reeling with a series of motions that sends him falling to the floor, the gloved hand covering his mouth. His other hand places fingers on his throat, rubbing it with intense vibrations, opening his esophagus, but for what purpose. What could Scourge have done?
That’s when his reflexes kick in, and Manic gulps.
“There we go,” Scourge says, standing up. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He holds up a small pill bottle, shaking its contents. “You need to relax, kid, and it’s time you enjoy the ride.”
Manic stares up at Scourge, his breaths coming quick as his eyes get a little hazy. “I, uh… what did… what did you do to me…?”
“Not much,” Scourge says, squatting in front of the other green hedgehog. “Just gave you a nice knock-out pill so you will be nice and compliant for us when the time is right. Can’t have you trying to run away the whole time we’re giving you what you deserve, can we?”
Scourge’s speed is nothing that a drugged-up Manic can handle. Soon, the drummer found himself slammed against the table, sending bits of dishes and cards that previously occupied the table falling to the floor with a flutter and a clatter.
He tried to push himself up, but Scourge grabbed one of his arms, pulling it behind his back and holding it long enough to clamp something cold around the wrist. Manic allowed for a squeak to emit from his mouth as his other arm was pulled behind him and equally secured with something cold, which were then cranked into a tighter hold.
With the final ‘click,’ the drugged hedgie finally realizes that he’s been put in handcuffs.
“W… what are you-?” he stammers.
“Questions, stop them now,'' Scourge says, as he grabs one leg and then the other, spreading them apart. Manic tries to pull them back together, but Scourge slaps him hard on the ass, enough to leave a fingered throbbing at his cheeks.
Scourge stands up, adjusts his coat, and coughs into his hand. “Yo, doc, it’s your turn to have some fun!”
The masked jackal practically floats into the room, walking past the table and glancing over the restrained Manic. “Very well. I must thank you for your prompt service. Certainly, I could have restrained him myself, and I’m very capable.”
“Sure, sure, bud. You’re the strongest guy in the yard and all that. I get ya. I’ve been to prison before, and I know how this works.” Scourge says, stepping past him, muttering to himself as he passes by Manic. “Fuckin’ weirdo.”
Once Scourge is aside, Infinite reaches out, his sharp-gloved hands squeezing at Manic’s sides, feeling and fondling as if he’s searching.
    “There’s something that’s been making me curious since my encounter with Sonic the Hedgehog. I was able to defeat him handily,” he says, moving one hand up over Manic’s chest, holding it there, feeling his heartbeat. His other hand slides up over Manic’s throat, squeezing and prodding. “But it was some blasted rookie that was able to defeat me. I nearly died, you know, so I have to wonder. Is there something about you hedgehogs that make you so weak?” He circled around the table until he stood in front of Manic’s face. “And if so, can I apply that when I finally get my revenge against a certain someone?”
Manic shuts his eyes as Infinite lingers in front of him. The hedgehog shudders at the cold and clinical way his body is being dealt with like he was some kind of lab experiment or a classroom skeleton. “W… what do you… want to know…?.”
“I’ve often done well in psychological matters,” he trailed his fingers through Manic’s bangs, gently moving each strand around. “But if I can discover physical weaknesses,” He pinched one of his ears, the one with the piercings in it, gently thumbing them through their own wounds, feeling small vibrations as the kid shuddered underneath him. “Then I shall be most assured in my victory.” He released the ear and slid the green eyelids open, peeking at the fearful brown eyes underneath. Smirking to himself, he gently pinched the punk’s nose to make him open his mouth to breathe and crack his eyes open a little to see what was happening. Infinite glanced around inside the mouth before releasing his nose and allowing him to close it again. “Let’s see.” He circled back around the table, dragging a finger down along Manic’s back as he went, swirling past his tail and then going in between his cheeks. He presses that finger against Manic’s butt, not caring to lube it up beforehand.
Manic’s eyes shoot wide open, and he grits his teeth, tensing up, whining out in a slight protest.
Infinite simply chuckles at his response; his finger curls into the hedgehog’s boy hole and swirls around, spreading it out and breaking past its tense, clenched situation.
“You show a remarkable fortitude here, despite Scourge’s insistence and the evidence of your cocksucking behavior.”
Manic sniffles but cries out in shock when another finger goes in.
    Infinite wiggles in opposite directions, twirling, spinning, scissor-style action, spreading them out. Poor Manic can’t help but tear up as Infinite tears into him, pushing deeper and spreading the pain like having a poker stuffed inside.
“Crying is a sign of weakness,” Infinite growls.
    Manic let the tears roll down his face as his bottom lip wobbled. “It hurts!” he cries, choking on a sob.
     Infinite ignores him. “That is something I can’t stand to look at.” He continues to pull and push his fingers in and out of the tight hole. “You need to learn to not be such a pushover.” He goes deep inside him, causing him to squeal. “You need to realize that you can endure or die!”
Infinite yanks his fingers out of Manic, his eye glowing as he stares down at him. “You seem sufficiently tested, but there’s just one more thing to try.”
His growl becomes less clinical when he says those words, becoming more bestial. He grabs at Manic’s tail, tugging it upwards slightly, holding him tightly as another member, thicker, throbbing, pushes dry into Manic’s butt.
The jackal grunts and growls as he pushes inside the hedgehog’s tightness. That same tightness around his penis feels terrific, and he pushes harder into it, making tears roll down Manic’s face as he sobs and whines. After sliding inside down to the base, he leans back. He pulls out before slamming back inside sharply, making Manic yelp in pain and squirm underneath. “And you wanted to fuck with the big boys.” He begins to pull out again. “So now, you’re getting fucked by the big boys!” With that phrase uttered, he slams hard back inside him.
“Remember,” Infinite says, speaking one word for each thrust, as poor Manic squeaks or screams from each one. “That. I. Am. Not. Weak! You. Are. Weak! You. Will. Always. Be… Be… Weaaaaak!”
The jackal throws his head back, laughing raucously as he hits his climax; the torment of his butt fucking is finally over. Besides that, he fills the hedgehog’s back passage with his infinite cream. He yanks out and pants, shaking his head. “That’s good. You’re good.” Wiping the end of his penis on the bottom of Manic’s vest. “You may be weak,” Infinite begins, uncuffing the hedgehog, walking around him once more to the front and patting him on the head with his clean hand, “But you are quite the good boy.”
He chuckles, patting Manic’s cheek as he walks away, knocking on the door and saying. “I’ve finished my analysis of him. What’s next?”
Manic licks his lips, and he pushes himself up.
“I’ll just… get away, myself. “I’ll-”
A sharp slap interrupts his train of thought, and Manic lays on the ground, his cheek throbbing.
“Please, have you ever had a fight with Sonic before, fruitcake? What makes you think you could fight me off, let alone get away from me?”
Infinite crosses his arms and says, “He should be drugged up enough already to just lock him in. How did you fuck this up so badly?”
“Hey, I’ll handle it!” Scourge snaps.
“Ugh, perhaps I shall find some lunch to satiate my hunger while you clean up your mess,” Infinite says, turning and heading out the door.
“It’s about damn time someone suggested lunch,” Shadow says, following him.
“Get me a chili dog while you’re out.”
Shadow grunts, stepping outside, but not before he adds, “Sure thing, maid.”
Scourge stands up, hands in his pocket. “Maid, feh, fat chance. I’m no one’s maid… and I’m no one’s bitch!”
Manic reaches out to crawl, but his energy saps and his eyes grow heavy. Scourge grabs his arm, snarling, tearing his vest off his shoulders. “Oh no, you don’t,” Scourge says. “We need to get you nice and ready for the next round. Tch… maid.”
Grabbing Manic by the shoulders, Scourge lifts the hedgehog up, narrowing his eyes and growling with sharp teeth on display. “I ain’t no maid, got that? It takes a real man to dominate a fuckboy like you!”
“Uhh….?” Manic groans, half-aware.
Scourge responds by copping a feel between Manic’s legs. “Come on, you love getting manhandled by a couple of superior males. Admit it!”
Manic slumps a bit with the removal of one hand. Scourge rests him upon his shoulder, rubbing the cock, which twitches and stirs. “Heh, see, you got it. You’re ready to be a real submissive bi-hey!”
Manic shoves against Scourge and turns around, stumbling towards freedom. Scourge spin-dashes into him, knocking him onto his stomach and grabbing the back of his head. The dominant male reaches down, squeezing at his ass. “Hey, fuckboy! Listen up! You move without my permission again, and I’ll shove more pills down your throat and up your ass!” He punctuates this threat by rubbing his thumb against the hedgehog’s star.
Manic remains quiet, biting his lip, struggling to stay fully aware. Part of him wishes he’d fall into that oblivion, while another wants to make sure he’s awake so his loss of consciousness won’t be his last.
Scourge chuckles, whispering into his ear. “That’s right, my little faglord,” he snickers, “You’re mine, and I’m gonna make you cum for me. How’s that make you feel, knowing who I am? Now, let’s hear you sing.”
Scourge scoots off of him and down over his body, his own cock flopping out and running over the hedgehog’s ass crack.
“You’re smart not to move anymore,” he says, snickering. “After what the others did to you, I can’t believe how tight that ass of yours looks. Must take a grade-A buttfuckee to take that much and still be begging for more!”
Scourge lines up his cock for the main event when the sounds of drums suddenly play out from the hedgehog’s vest.
I’m so glad I’ve found my home
I’ve been walkin’ through this world alone…
Scourge hops off of the drugged hedgehog with the speed of sound and swipes his vest, only to see the phone issuing the music.
Manic rolls over, arms spread out, cock flopping in a half-aroused state, his eyes rolling in a drug-induced stupor. But part of him knows, no, dreads, what he recognizes.
With a click, Scourge answers, squatting down in front of Manic. “Sup, boy blue?” Scourge asks, making a zipping motion over his mouth.
Sonic’s surprised and infuriated voice comes through the phone, but Manic can’t make out the details. He lets out a squeak, the only sound he can make right now.
Scourge slams his boot against Manic’s chest, barking over the phone with his alternate universe counterpart. “No, you can’t. Yes, he’s here! Don’t worry, he’ll be fine! Hehe… hey, Sonic, buddy. How about I fuck with ya a bit more and show you why he’s here, huh?”
Scourge removes his foot from Manic’s chest, climbing atop the downed and drugged hedgehog and hovering over his face, nose-to-nose.
Manic lets out another pitiful sound. However, Scourge holds the phone close to both of their faces. After a devilish grin, he shoves his face against Manic, swirling his tongue in Manic’s mouth in the sloppiest, wettest, loudest kiss he can muster. The slurps and smacks transmit over the phone, and when Scourge finally pulls back, he licks his lips, smacking them, and says. “What’s the matter, blue blur? You jealous?”
Scourge nods to Manic, mouthing, “Yes, he is.” To the poor confused Mobian beneath him. His finger swirls over Manic’s chest, trailing down along him. “I’m giving Manic what you wouldn’t dare give him. Heh… don’t think I don’t know how you think. Seeing a real fagboy like Manic in my world? It’d be enough to make me play for the other team, even if he were my brother.” Scourge says this, grabbing his length. “I’ve got his fat, hard cock in my hand, Sonic. Your bro is so fuckin’ hard for me right now, and the best part is, he hasn’t told me to stop yet, isn’t that right, fagboy?”
This time, Scourge holds the phone out to Manic, snickering as his fingers start to play with his shaft.
Manic opens his mouth, about to say something, about to do anything, when Scourge squeezes his cock, making him let out a melodious but pained moan.
“Hehe… see, he fuckin’ loves it, taking it from a guy who basically looks just like his brother. Isn’t that amazing?”
Manic cannot hear Sonic’s pained and angered response. Just as the blue hedgehog begins to say something, Scourge gives Manic another quick kiss and then speaks up, no, sings up!
“I’m so glad I’ve found my fag”
I’ve had no guy cute for me to bang.
Wonderin’ where I might fit it in, where I can put my dong.
Now, a miracle’s happened to me,
“I found my fag….”


Manic’s eyes widen at the sound of his own song being bastardized by the taunting voice of the hedgehog, mimicking his brother's voice singing it.
“That’s right, bro, you’re mine, and you’re gonna love every minute of it. Ready to perform an encore of your moans of pleasure for Sonic cause’ I’m ready to give him the whole concert!”
Scourge holds the phone between himself and manic. The green impostor Sonic smiles with his shark-like grin down at the drugged-up thief of a hedgehog laying under his power. His strong hand holds onto the hardened cock, stroking it slowly at first, but speeding up, the friction of furious faps surely audible on the other side.
“You hear that, blue? Every little gasp? Every panicked breath. Every whimper. A hand that’s shaped and experienced just like your hand is jerkin’ off one of the famous triplets. Your bro can’t get enough of it. He’s a total cockslut and a brotherfucker! Isn’t that great to hear?”
Scourge places the phone down beside the two of them, and he leans in, nose up against nose to the other green hedgehog. “Right about now, your brother is rolling around at the speed of sound to search everywhere he can for us. But he has no idea where I am and what fucked-up-shit you’re into. There’s no way he’ll find you before I’m through with you, so get used to it and enjoy the ride.”
With a possessive growl, Scourge locks lips with Manic again, pressing chest to chest, hands going to his sides.
Manic squeaks into Scourge’s mouth when he feels the big, throbbing, rigid member of his assaulter rubbing up against his own.
Scourge breaks the forced kiss, licking up around Manic’s lips, and snickers. “Yeah… that’s right. I know what your brother’s cock is like, but now you will too.”
Scourge sits up, standing tall and proud, his cock springing up. “Take a look at this bad boy and burn it into your mind. If you ever want to see or feel this dick again, you’ll have to beg Sonic for it, and by the time I’m done, I’m sure you’ll just be screaming at him to let him fuck your ass.”
“N… no.”
“Don’t deny it. Look how hard you are. Fuck! I’m into some sick stuff, but you….” His laugh gets louder, and he slaps his head, throwing his whole body back in an uproarious and uncontrollable fit.
The super-speed has Scourge lifting Manic’s legs over his shoulder. The abuser stares down at the inhibited hedgehog with wide and maniacal eyes, possessed by his sadistic nature. His cock presses into that abused hole and thrusts.
Whimpering gasps and sounds of protests become screams of emotion as the cock fills inside of Sonic’s sibling. He squeezes his eyes shut, arching his back with the bit of energy he has left, feeling and knowing the length and the girth that pushes its way inside of him. He now knows that his brother feels like this, even if this monster is from another universe.
“Fuck, Sonic!” Scourge growls as he fills Manic up, pushing deeper with each quickened thrust. “Your bro… he really… screams like a… real cock slut manwhore! Pretty! Faggot! Twink!”
Sonic swears something, but neither hedgehog can hear his protests or pledges. Scourge’s hips slap against Manic’s ass, his cock traveling as deep as possible, spreading out and harming Manic’s innards, ruining him, scarring his mind and soul.
Each slap keeps up as Scourge leans in, squeezing his thighs, groaning in his own perverse delight. He soon throws his head back, roaring in the laughter of ecstatic glee.
At the same time, Manic moans, his cries coming out loud and clear through the wavelength and to his brother’s ear, striking Sonic with the realization that a cock just like his can do that to his brother.
Pearly white cum shoots up into the air, the cock flopping about from the thrusting hedgehog splatters the spray over the stomachs of both males. All the while, Scourge’s eyes roll back, his mouth hangs open, and he lets out a harsh groan of release as he fills Manic, spurt after spurt, claiming every inch of him with his warm goop.
Slumping over the now still Manic, Scourge takes a few deep and heavy breaths. One hand presses down against his chest, feeling his heartbeat, while the other whips the phone back to his mouth. “Don’t worry, Sonic…” he huffs, growling in post conquering glory, “Your faggot brotherfucking brother will be home soon….”
He doesn’t hear Sonic because he ends the call and drops the phone. He whips himself out, white goop leaking out from the puckering and burning ass. Getting to his feet he takes a grip of Manic’s upper arm, pulling him up as well.
“Time to get dressed and fuck off back home punk.” he scoops up the vest and the phone from the floor, his ear twitched towards the sound of something else falling out of the vest and clattering against the floor, he briefly glanced down to what it was and grinned like a maniac when a twisted thought crossed his mind. He takes hold of one of Manic’s arms and shoves it through the hole in the vest, jerks it around him, and shoves his other arm through the other hole. Stuffing his phone away into one of the pockets, he grabs ahold of the collar and gives him a little yank towards him as though to smooch him again but instead just says “Such a good boy for me.” then released the grip on him to bend down and retrieve what had fallen out the vest.
Manic almost has a twitch of a smile on his mouth from the end of the contact. It ends with a gasp in horror when he sees what Scourge had retrieved from the floor
    Grinning like a total maniac, Scourge twirls his drumsticks in full view of him. “And now for the grand finale!” he says, cackling.
Scourge swiftly forces Manic to turn around, bending him over the table, grabbing his tail and holding it up out of the way, he takes both drumsticks, and holding them together, he presses them against Manic’s loosened ass. Earning another of those pained, choked squeaks the kid made. After he was satisfied with the insertion, he grabs his scruff and pulls him off the table, turning him back to face him; eyes to tear filled eyes. Scourge slaps the hedgehog’s cheek and says. “Don’t you ever fuckin’ think you can steal from me ever again, you piece of shit.”
The conquering villain tosses Manic out the door and into the street. The drummer’s ass rises in the air, quivering in his drugged-up defeat.
“Just where any cumrag should go after it has served its purpose. Now go the fuck home and confront your bro about your faggotry.” Scourge says, giving a middle-finger salute to his toy before zipping off and disappearing, leaving the humiliated and broken wreck of the princely drummer alone in the cruel, cruel world.