Premise for experiment: Intelligence provided by Agent ***** pertaining to Eggman’s forces has revealed a fail-safe in place in all Egg Army soldiers, a kill switch meant to trigger remotely on Eggman’s command, or automatically if it detects, in some way, betrayal of the Egg Army by the subject. While other research if currently underway to simulate a ‘Kill Command’ if needed, Command sees this as an extreme last resort.
This does, however, pose a problem not only to attempts to bring enemy troops to our side, but also interrogation of prisoners, as any would die, by choice or no, the moment they try to give any information on the off chance they are willing to.
To this end, after much analysis of data provided by Agent *****, we have been able to utilize some few incomplete scraps of plans of the original Roboticizer, as well as some parts from [DATA REDACTED], to build a device we believe will be able to affect the implants safely, to the end of deactivating, if not fully removing, the fail-safe. However, the number of test subjects is extremely limited, and failure could well mean complete loss of any information that may have been obtainable as well as the subject themselves.
Thankfully, the information Agent ***** provided also allowed the capture of the Egg Boss, Thunderbolt the Chinchilla. While Command would normally be adamant on allowing experimentation on such a high ranking enemy commander, but given Thunderbolt’s near psychotic level of devotion to Eggman, it was argued that even without the implants, she would not give any pertinent information.
Approval given by Command.
Results: The device activated with only seemingly superficial damage when the subject broke restraints. Upon activation of the device, subject stood straight but did not vocalize pain. Actually, the subject sounded like the process was...Enjoyable…
Once the process was complete, subject fell unconscious. Scans show the devices are inert, but there seem to have been possible unforeseen physiological side effects. Subject has been moved to interrogation room B-32 for observation.
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Experiment 232-Interview 1A
Presiding Agent-Agent King
Observing-Dr. C. T. F******us, Dr. C. H*****og
- Subject remains unconscious for roughly fifteen minutes after being placed in room. Wall mounted, non-lethal weaponry aimed towards subject for safety sake. Subject fitted with MK2 containment and suppression collar, monitoring vitals and keeping a running scan on blood work.
Subject stirs. Actions are groggy until she sees Agent King. Pulse rises, but subject does not display anger. Analysis continues as interview begins.
T: Well, hello there, Prince
Subject’s tone seems flirtatious. Blood analysis from collar pending, 46%
K: Er, good evening, Thunderbolt. How are you feeling?
T: Oh I feel amazing, now that you’re here
K: Really? I believe you threatened to electrocute me into charcoal during our last interview
T: Oh, come on Prince, don’t you know when a girl is playing hard to get? I could never stay mad at you.
Collar analysis pending, 79%
K: So you’re willing to co-operate with my questioning?
T: Oh, Prince, anything for a handsome guy like you.
At this point, Agent King stand and turns his back to the Subject, opening communications with High Command. Drs. F******us & H*****og observe the subject ducking under the table. Dr. H*****og moves to engage countermeasures, but is halted by Dr. F******us as analysis is complete. Subject crawls closer to Agent King. Once Agent King turns to face the table, the subject uses a surprising amount of speed and pulls down Agent King’s pants and undergarments.
K: Wh-what!!
T: Shhh, don’t worry Prince, just let me have a snack and I’ll tell you everything you want to know.
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Video Feed of Experiment 232-Interview 1A
Thunderbolt stands tall, her height almost perfect to set her eye to eye with the Royal Family Jewels.
“Ooh, such a mighty scepter, your highness,” She coos as she strokes with her comparatively tiny hand, leaning in and nuzzling the base as she enjoyed the virile musk of the royal rod.
Agent King moved to push her off, but was stopped by a swift command through his earpiece. “What?” He asked incredulously.
“Your cock, silly,” Thunderbolt giggled as she gave his sac a kiss, mindless to his discomfort or the idea he wasn’t talking to her, “It’s so big, or maybe it’s that I’m so small, or maybe it’s both,” she smiled deviously, looking up at him, her face half covered by his dick, “Do you like small women like me, Prince? You want a girl you can just pick up any time you like and just rail like a personal fuck doll?” She quivered at the idea, “Just thinking about it is getting me turned on, but I think we need a warm up before you Ride the Thunder.”
The Agent, reluctant as he is, has to hold back a shutter as her eager lips wrapped around the crown of his member. Biting his lip, he quickly found his hand resting between her ears as she happily slobbered over his knob, one hand working his length as the other cradled and teased his sac. It took a few repeats to realize one of the doctors was giving him a further test order, one he might have balked at had he not already had one of his most vicious enemies near literally begging for it.
With a vicious smirk, he grabbed grabbed the chinchilla by her ears and pulled her roughly into his lap, hurks and gurgles and all sorts of wet, lewd, sloppy sounds filling the room as he forced his entire cock, thrust by thrust, into her throat, and she did nothing to resist.
Hell, if anything she seemed to be loving it, she took the chance to use her now free hand to work under her prison issue pants, groaning around the invading member as her former enemy’s balls slapped loudly against her chin.
Agent King heard his next order more clearly, and tightened his grip. Him and Dr F might nor get along all the time, and he didn’t like being a test subject, but if this was something he had to suffer through, he would do it...For his Kingdom’s sake, of course.
“Fuck, you’re a hungry little slut, aren’t you?” He growled at the smaller mobian, “You’re just some gutter tramp, starving for cum.” He yanks her off his cock, a few strings of spittle connecting the throbbing member to her mouth as he kept a tight hold on her ears, “Tell me you want it.”
“I-hack,” She was caught between coughing, panting and pleading, “I-I want it!”
“Tell me you need it, slut!” He barked down at her.
“Pleeeeeease, I need it!” she begged whorishly.
“What will you do for it?” He asks, teasing his cock just barely an inch from her face.
“ANYTHING!” She screams, one hand vigorously working into her sopping cunt as the other toyed with her tit, “I’ll tell you anything! Base locations! Plans! I’ll tell you how small the fat bastards cock is! Please!” She was breaking down...but she was still alive, “I’ll let you fuck me whenever you want, I’ll be your breeding whore, I’ll pump out daughters and teach them to be perfect whores for you, I’ll let you fuck me in public, you can tie me up, ANYTHING! Just let me have your cock!”
The feeling of power over what was once a supremely dangerous enemy was intoxicating, Agent King barely heard toe order before he drove his cock into Thunderbolt’s mouth. Her eyes rolled as she came, groans and gurks echoing from her throat-come-fuckhole, her body shuddering violently under King’s assault. Soon enough the squirrel held her against his groin, grunting with every thick rope of spunk her body happily accepted, even as it backed up around her mouth, out her nose. Thankfully, he remembered she needed to breath soon enough and released her.
Thunderbolt fell back, the cock leaving her throat with a loud, wet ‘schluck’ as she landed on her ass, groaning as a few last strings of cum rained down on her. Looking up, she had an appearance of near worship as she stared at his still hard cock with a dazed smile.
Agent King takes a moment to steady himself. He hadn’t cum like that in ages, he’d been too busy, but he couldn’t believe he was still hard. He was sorely tempted to take her offer and just lift her up and pound her against the interview table.
But Duty came first...unfortunately.
“You will tell us everything we want to know about the Egg Army, about the Egg Bosses, the bastard’s plans, everything.” He ground out, practically looking down his nose at her, someone who had gone from a feared enemy to nothing more than a cock-drunk whore.
“Y-yes, my King,” Thunderbolt panted, basking in the afterglow.
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Addendum 1- Experiment 232-Dr F******us observing
Dr H*****og has left observation room to check the Bionic Interference Modification/Body Alteration device, seems uncomfortable with the outcome.
Subject has displayed a personality that is far more amorous than previous records, to say the least. In addition to her initial encounter with Agent King, Subject made numerous advances towards following interviewer as she provided information about the actions, plans and bases of the Egg Army (Using every opportunity to make lewd innuendos as she did). Her previous loyalty to Eggman seems to pail compared to her new sexual desires. Her advances towards the guard escorting her to her cell prove that said desires are not restrained to the male gender.
Addendum 2- Experiment 232-Dr F******us observing
I have requested subject be given an empty cell, with other Eggman Army captives in neighboring cells for observation of subject interaction. Interestingly, Subject proves not only insulting towards other captives, but outright hostile. After seeing her advances towards guards, a few...brave captives made advances of their own between the bars separating the cells. Captives are currently in sick bay, and may be able to avoid amputation of the effected extremity, though not without extreme scarring from electrical burns and bite marks.
Further study is needed to determine why the subject has experienced both the drastic change in personality and the incredible increase in sexual desire, but the experiment has been considered a success by command. Further use is to be approved on a case by case basis.
Subject has given all relevant information she claims to have over to command and has continued to be extremely cooperative, and her new outlook may further prove useful in the war effort. I have submitted operation plans for Tactical Information Dissemination for Demoralizing Insurgent Efforts for command approval.
Approval pending, dependent on subject willingness…
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“Yes-yes-yes,” a guard groaned, pants on the floor and pelvis flush against the bars as Thunderbolt’s tongue was hard at work, “Oh fuck, you’re so good at this.”
In cells on either side, Egg Army prisoners cowered on far ends of their cell, trying to avoid anything that could earn them the same fate as their comrades the guards and doctors had hauled away, though that didn’t stop a couple of canine fellows from trying to get off at the free show, but the fear seemed to be making it hard for them to stay hard any time Thunderbolt seemed to turn even a peripheral gaze in their direction.
“I would think so, considering all the practice she gets.”
The guard jumped nearly three feet in the air before falling back to the ground, out of Thunderbolt’s reach, to the Chinchilla’s chagrin.
“Uh, D-D-Doctor, I was, um,” The guard stumbled over every word, trying to come up with an answer that wouldn’t end in a court-marshal. The former Egg Boss’s frequent activities had been rather popular among the guards, but they had usually handled the camera’s to avoid being caught. Hell, there should have been a warning sign when-
“Cunnilingus,” The feline academic said, “Honestly, I don’t see why you grunts have been trying to hide it when you do such a piss poor job of doing so.”
The guard scrambled to her feet, frantically pulling up her pants, despite the Chinchilla doing nothing to cover the open front of her prisoner issue top, “I’m sorry, sir, please don’t tell the commander, I swear it won’t happen again-”
“I hope not, especially when all you are doing by turning off, covering or re-aiming the camera is disrupting our observations of the test subject, which defeats the whole purpose of letting you horny buggers spend so much of your shifts in here.”
“I, uh...” The wolf stopped in the midst of buckling her belt, “Pardon, sir?”
The cat rolled his eyes, “Just get going and next time, leave the camera alone, understood?”
“Sir!” She saluted, standing at attention...And immediately dropping her pants back to the ground before scrambling to get them on properly as she heads for the door.
“And feel free to stop by my lab later if you want the job finished,” He called after with a smirk, the door closing behind the guard as he turned to the ‘prisoner’, “So, how are you today Subject Thunderbolt?”
“Hungry, Doc, but since you interrupted my meal,” She licked her lips hungrily, pushing out her uncovered chest whilst eyeing the half-hard bulge the scientist wasn’t even bothering to hide as she cleaned up some of the wolf woman’s juices, “I don’t suppose you’d mind letting me have a nice, big brat instead of tacos for lunch?”
“Oh?” Dr. F had to ask, “But what of your captured comrades? I’m sure some of them would be rather eager to-”
“Those limp-dicked fuckers!?” Thunderbolt roared, slight sparks jumping off her as the cat in front of her fingers the collar remote in his pocket, “They couldn’t keep a hard-on if their lives depended on it! Fucking dead fish, cold fish, limp-dicked, hair-trigger,” The chinchilla was fuming as she rounded on the cowering prisoners, the two canines in particular covering themselves as she pointed at them, reaching between the bars and grabbing the cat’s bulge, “You fuckers see this, this is a real man’s cock! Not some we little twig like you and your precious Eggman got, this is what it takes to make a woman happy and if I see you pull out those pee-wee peckers of yours again, I’ll do the world a favor and fry them off, you hear me!?”
“Subject Thunderbolt,” Dr F cut in, his prize test subject’s demeanor changing immediately as she turned to face him, “There’s something I would like your help with.”
“Don’t be so formal, Doc,” She purred, running her fingers long the growing outline in his pants, “You know I’d do anything for you guys, and I mean anything.”
“Oh?” A smirk spread on his face, “Even on camera?”
“I have nothing to be ashamed of,” She batted her eyes up at him, unzipping his fly.
“And if multiple others were involved?”
“Sounds more like you’re doing something for me,” She fished his cock out, pulling him closer and slipping it between the bars.
“And if it was broadcast to Eggman and his army?”
“Ooooh,” She quivered at the though, “Showing them how a real man gets things done? That sounds like a big favor,” she plants a big, wet kiss on the head, “One I’d better start paying back,” she drags a long lick along the underside, “Right away.”
“Really?” To the short-stacked slut’s dismay, he took a big step back, moving out of her reach. Before she could complain, he clicked something in his pocket and the barred door separating them slid open, “Let’s talk in my office then, and you can leave those behind,” He pointed down at her prisoner issue orange clothes, the shirt wide open and the pants already half down her hips anyways, “I’m sure we can find something more befitting your new job once we’ve had a good chat.”
Thunderbolt was all too happy to jump out of her clothes, but was very surprised when, instead of leading her out, he moved behind her, slid a hand under each arm and picked her up. She was a bit unsteady at first, then even more so when he tossed her up, only to catch her with her back against his chest, each hand holding one of her legs spread as his rod brushed against her cleft, the soaked slit spreading her arousal over him.
“I have to admit, after watching Agent King interview you, I’ve had this idea stuck in my head and I just had to try it. Fucking you in public, using you like a little, chubby sex toy. You don’t mind, do you?” he asked as he eased his head into her.
She couldn’t answer, at least not right away. She’d been getting fucked in front of others since she was put in this cell, but now would be different. It wasn’t a bunch of weak willed little cucks, she was about to get paraded around in front of a bunch of hot, hung virile agents and beautiful, sexy seductresses, and she was going to be getting fucked all the while. She was already imagining pitched tents, the smell of arousal, the whole base lining up for their turn, fucking her and filling her one after the other. The cat’s penetration just pushed her over the edge, an expression akin to a silent scream etched into her face as a climax washed over her and the anticipation of more set in.
It did make for a hell of a show. By the time she was able to focus again, Dr F was already carrying her through the base, bouncing her on his dick as he walked. Thunderbolt could do little more than moan and scream as he slid in and out in full view of every agent, grunt and scientist in the office. The cat acting like nothing at all was different, stopping to talk to the occasional agent, taking the longer, meandering route to his office, only pausing when she felt his seed fill her sopping cunt, her body seizing in such an intense orgasm, she felt like she was going to twist in on herself, sparks arcing between her ears before she blacked out.
Dr F eventually set her down on a table in his lab, just within reach of his computer, typing a quick note before resuming his plowing of the barely conscious chinchilla.
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Addendum 2- Experiment 232-Dr F******us observing (Contd.)
Subject has willingly and enthusiastically agreed.
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Data Packet Transmission Begin-frequency adjusted from information provided-All Egg Army systems receiving
The video feed fades from black, showing a close up of an anxious yellow face.
“Is it on yet? Can we get started yet?”
“Yes, we’re rolling.”
“Finally,” The familiar chinchilla smiled. Any hope the Egg Army might have had for their missing boss was lost as she backed up. She was wearing so little that she might as well have been nude, arm-length, finger-less gloves, thigh high stockings and a tank top that seemed to be straining greatly to contain her barely covered tits.
“Hey you Egg Army cucks, did you miss me?” she cackled, seeming giddy as a school girl, “Well I sure as fuck haven’t been missing any of you, not even the fat fuck himself. I’m sure some of you limp-dick virgins are wondering what’s going on, well this is the first of a series of charity videos for you, on behalf of the Freedom Fighters. Since most of you probably can’t even get it up long enough to enjoy your own right hand, let alone a real woman, I’m going to show you everything you’re missing out on, from big, milky tits,” she palmed her own bust, practically pressing them against the camera before pulling back, “To tight, thick, perfect asses like this,” she turns, giving herself a hard smack as the video catches the lovely jiggle, “None of which any of you will ever have a chance at getting, and that’s not all.”
At that, four men, all in masks, walk into the camera’s view, “These real men are going to show you how to really please a woman, and if you pay attention, maybe you can keep it up long enough to dribble a bit of your pathetic seed out. And ladies, pay close attention, the Freedom Fighters are accepting cum slut applications, if you feel like having some real fun.”
The camera pans back a bit as the four men lifted the much shorter woman and set to turning her into a water-tight cum-sac on live broadcast. The broadcast couldn’t be stopped, her access codes had allowed them to by-pass a lot of security measures. By the time it was stopped, half an hour had already passed and the damage was done. One of the most powerful and loyal Egg Bosses was now an enemy.
And operation T.I.D.D.I.E. had begun.
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The beginning of a series I'm going to try and actually work on, the turning of the war effort against the Egg Army.
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and special thanks to Reality Rabbit for helping me brainstorm