Rise of Pee-Utopia
Chapter 1: Something smells…


-o--t --r-et y--r -u---s-... A-- g-o-- t- -e----t--i-, -l- h-i- --b--n-k I--u-t--e-.
It had been a few months since the incident took place. Princess Sally Acorn was captured by Robotnik. Things seemed fine however, as after all, Mobius’ Cerulean Crusader would have Sally released and Robotnik on the ropes at supersonic speeds! ...right? 


It was hours at first. Then days. Days slowly turned into a week with no word from Sonic. Was something wrong? Did something happen? Had the unthinkable occurred, had Sonic finally been defeated by his lifelong nemesis? The days continued with no word…


Just when all hope seemed to be lost, a telltale blue blur streaked through Mobius, as Sonic had finally returned with his beloved Sally Acorn. The celebration was uproarious, as all of the Mobians rejoiced that their monarch was safe. Once again, Mobius was at peace.


...Or was it?


As the days went on with no further Robotnik raids, things began to feel a bit off. More and more it seemed like Mobians weren’t leaving their homes, small businesses were closing down out of the blue, their buildings cleaned out and abandoned, full warehouses full of Mobian exports were left barren and empty. The worst thing of all, no one had heard from Princess Sally in that span of time. The only person that Sally ever seems to speak to anymore is Sonic, and the more they seem to talk, the more Sonic talks about retiring, relaxing, eating chili dogs, and letting others do the ‘hero work’.


This was something that Tails couldn’t let stand. Something was incredibly odd about the whole situation, and Miles Prower was going to figure it out. After inviting Sonic over to his workshop, and making sure he was deep asleep, Tails would head out, the only things he had on his person were a camera for evidence, and his undeniable, indomitable wit. As he approached the town square from the skies, he began to see something that had become very rare as of late.


A mobian! A cat, to be specific, brown fur, wearing a set of shoes with long stockings wrapping up her legs, the colors indistinguishable through the cloak of night. It wasn’t just her, however, as when she turned around from Tails and began to pace around town square, more Mobians began to leave their homes and approach town square, slowly at first, but soon the whole square was populated with Mobians of different species, creeds, colors, but all wearing the same pair of shoes and stockings, some adorned with headwear or what looked to be shirts under cover of darkness.


‘Astounding,’ Tails thought. ‘They all stay in their homes during the day, and leave at night… something is truly suspicious…’ He pondered as he pulled out his camera and began recording the group. Luckily he had installed a night vision setting so he could get a clearer picture without alerting his presence to any of the Mobians from that high above.


They walked in a pattern that was simultaneously messy but uniform. They were in what looked from his vantage point to be various clusters of 4-8 Mobians each, all hugged very close to each other, with one chosen Mobian in the middle. While the ones around the edges moved with what seemed to be robotic precision, almost as if their movements were purely routine, the ones in the middle could be seen sweating, though going along with the movements in the best case, and outright struggling and breaking free in the worst case. Eventually, any of those that escaped the clusters were quickly returned to their place before the clusters started to form a line and slowly walked towards the palace.
They walked with the same robotic disposition as they were when in the clusters, though their pattern had fanned out into a more uniform set of lines as they approached the portcullis, which was raised as the incoming Mobians arrived, letting the group in. Tails had to be stealthy at this point, flying between battlements. He was 99% sure he saw no soldiers during any point of his descent, and as the Mobians entered the castle courtyard, Tails would land in a shadowy corner of the hedges, keeping silent behind a hedge in the shape of himself as the mindless horde walked through.


The majority of those Tails noticed in the center of the clusters earlier were kept in the center of the formation, the one who had struggled and escaped, a male rabbit, was kept in the exact center. The more robotic members of the group seemed to be muttering some sort of chant. It was very quiet, too quiet to be told if it was truly English, or a language of unknown origin.


“Do--t f-r-et y-ur pu--os-... A-- g-or- t- Pe--u-o-i-, -l- h-i- R-bo-n-k In-u-t-ie-...” Was all that the fox could make out from this distance, and as they approached the doors to the castle proper, the Rabbit made another move, breaking free of the group and running away, back towards the entrance to the courtyard, only to be stopped halfway towards his destination by a figure draped in a black cloak. The figure was quickly flanked by two guards.


“There’s no use resisting, friend…” The cloaked figure said, in a low, monotone, almost cold and calculated voice. “All will conform to the new regime. All will obey.”


“You…. you sick FUCKS! This isn’t what Princess Sally would want! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HER?!” The rabbit screamed, as one of the guards quickly socked the rabbit in the stomach, making the lapine double over in pain. “Know your place, fool!” The guard said, before the cloaked figure motioned to stop the guard, as the figure knelt down.
“There is no need for this frivolous argument and struggling, friend…. Especially when you want to be my friend.” The figure uttered, lifting his hand to the Rabbit’s eye level, a blast of bright pink, fluorescent light filling the air around the rabbit for but a moment, gone in an instant. The rabbit stumbled back for a moment, clearly disoriented and losing his balance before gently lurching forwards, shaky on his big bunny feet. “..Yes…. W...Want...to be…. Friend…” He mumbled, eyes focused on where the figure’s face would be. 


The cloaked figure would open his arms. “Embrace me, friend…” He commanded, as the rabbit quickly obeyed, lurching forward into a warm, loving hug, the rabbit audibly moaning as he did so. Soon, the figure would pull the lapine up, cradling him in his arms, and approaching the castle entrance. Without turning around, he addressed the guards that flanked him. “Allow no one to enter the palace. Our Empress requires deep concentration.” The figure commanded, the two Mobian Guards saluting and walking back to their posts.


‘This is terrible!’ Tails thought frantically. ‘Someone’s taken over the Palace! Brainwashed the citizens! Could this be Robotnik’s doing?’ Thoughts ran through Tails’ mind as fast as sonic ran in general, but soon, Tails took a deep breath, steeled himself, and flew up, again, avoiding guarding eyes, eventually finding a window somewhere in one of the keep’s towers to infiltrate through.


Tails was always a bit more of a bookish type of fox, and had extensive knowledge of the castle’s blueprints. That being said, he was able to find a route through the air vents that made it easy to reach the scaffolding and beam structure above the throne room. That being said, the closer he got to the throne room, the more and more he began to notice the smell. Something was rotten, it stunk of what could loosely be described as raw manure mixed with days of raw, lusty, meat-grinder sex. For lack of a better term, the castle and its inhabitants stunk horribly, and was getting worse the closer the fox got to the throne room. It got so bad that Tails was beginning to feel light headed, getting a bit disoriented once or twice but eventually was able to shake it off, knowing that this was his chance to finally be the hero!


After a bit of effort, and a little help from a screwdriver, Tails had the vent cover popped open, laid gently inside the vent itself, and Tails was on a beam, which was indeed quite sturdy, and able to support his weight. Of course, Tails was lucky it did, as he immediately fell flat onto the beam, retching as softly as he could at that god-awful stench, which was somehow at least 5 times worse without the vent shielding him from a bit of it. 


A bit of scooching along beams, and a few tight squeezes, and Tails managed to find a nice, sturdy, and thick piece of beaming against a wall, allowing him to rest. He took a seat on the beam, glove covering his nose as he breathed in the tainted air, trying to avoid the horrid smell, though the stink wasn’t getting any better. It was as if it permeated through his glove, giving him the full dose of stench each time he breathed.


When he caught his breath, he finally took a moment to look down upon the throne room, as the lines of Mobians entered, the cloaked figure leading them while carrying the Male Bunny, who was now suckling his thumb, eyes completely glazed over and empty. Soon the mindless troupe would fall on their knees, those that weren’t completely under control staying standing as the cloaked figure placed the bunny down on his bum facing the throne.


“This one wouldn’t cooperate. The rest were lucky not to have lost their brain privilege. They are privileged to obey and love you, Empress…” The cloaked figure continued, looking up to the throne that was occupied by…. Sally Acorn. At least, thats who she was physically. Her eyes were now a deep pink instead of blue, her vest was replaced by a long pink cape, and her nethers were wrapped tightly in a bright pink undergarment, thick and pillowy, that had clearly seen some use. She was diapered. Long pink and purple stockings ran down her thick legs, down to her feet which no longer had shoes, the Princess going for a socked foot look.


“Ah, that is indeed a shame…” The chipmunk pondered, before rising from her chair, allowing Tails to see the full extent of her outfit, the copious shit stains on the seat cushion of the throne, the diaper sagged to her thighs with waste, staining the back of it a dark brown. Clearly she was the source of the magnified stink in this room. “...But, a required move. We will fix this dumbass into a perfect diaper commando for our new kingdom.” She said, as the bunny giggled, sticking his big bunny foot in his mouth as he let out a loud fart that echoed in the chamber.


Sally would snap her fingers, which caused 2 things to happen: First, all of the mindless zombies that were kneeling began to piss, the males’ cocks getting rock hard, causing the piss to fountain in front of them, but every kneeling slave was soon kneeling in a pool of their own piss. Secondly, a pair of soldiers approached the mindless rabbit, pulling him to his feet. “Take him to the re-education tower. He will learn his place.” 


The bunny had now transitioned from sucking on toes to sucking on his thumb as the two guards led the mindless, moaning rabbit out of the throne room, leaving the gaggle of drenched drones, the cloaked figure, and Sally in the throne room alone. Tails was absolutely disgusted. This couldn’t have been the real Sally Acorn, someone must have kidnapped her and usurped her spot on the throne! Someone who, to be fair, looked identical to Sally. As Tails pondered who, or what, had taken over the palace, he was completely oblivious to the figure standing next to him, on the same beam, until the figure placed a hand on his shoulder.


“Hey buddy, thought you could get the jump on this, didn’t ya?” A familiar boyish, cocky voice said in a whisper. Tails gasped, his heart jumping as he turned around, laying eyes on the sapphire, lithe figure of his speedy best friend. “S-sonic!” Tails whispered back in stupefied shock. “H-how did you...?”


He chuckled. “You think I wouldn’t notice my best friend gone? We were talking about how odd Sally was acting earlier today, so it was just as simple as finding out which ways you had taken.” He said, patting Tails on the back. “Besides, did you think I’d miss the chance at being the hero?” He said, as Tails looked at Sonic curiously, still covering his own nose and mouth, 


“Th ...Thank you Sonic.” Tails would say graciously, sighing. “Now, what are we going to do here? I’ve seen what that cloaked guy ca-”


“Last one down there's a rotten egg!” Sonic would chuckle, as he’d pat Tails hard on the back, causing tails to begin to fall towards the floor, Sonic jumping down after him. Tails would gasp, though had enough control of his fall to avoid screaming. Sonic’s ‘leap before you think’ attitude was a detriment in the past, but Sonic always had a plan, Tails was sure this would be no different.


As the two landed in the throne room, the mindless drones behind them had no reaction to the two figures crashing down in front of them. They all just stayed completely still, still mouthing the mantra buried deep in their heads. Sally and the cloaked figure turned, absolutely shocked. “Well, well, well… The Blue Bozo and his yellow sidekick have shown up! How nice of you to visit, boys~” Sally said, chuckling and shifting in her seat, giggling as she let off a low, rumbling fart, muffled almost entirely by her mushy tush. The cloak figure stood in front of Sally. “You shall not harm the E-” 


“Oh geez, give it a rest. These two won’t hurt me, they don’t have it in them to harm their friend, after all!” Sally concluded, as Tails stepped forward. “Our friend? Our FRIEND?! There is NO CONCEIVABLE way you are actually Sally! You’re going to tell us what you did with the real Princess RIGHT. NOW!” Tails said, his cheeks red with a mix of embarrassment, and anger. Sally would simply chuckle. “Oh tails, so gullible and naive… How childish of you to think I’m not the real Sally Acorn.” She’d say, chuckling.”And also, may I say, for someone lauded as being intelligent, how absolutely idiotic of you to think you’d be able to defeat me.” She’d smile, and instantly, Tails would feel a sharp, ringing pain in the back of his head as a strong kick pushed Tails forward and to the ground. 

Tails was disoriented at first, but after gaining his composure, he could feel his body being forced up into a kneeling position, his limbs being tied up in a hogtie, all his limbs tied to each other by the wrists and ankles as Sally giggled. “Mmmm, another rousing success. Well done…” She’d giggle as a figure stepped forward… one with red shoes…. Baggy socks…. No… It couldn’t be!


“...My Darling Sonic Slave~” Sally would say as Tails looked up to see the unthinkable. Sonic, clearly deep in trance, saluting the filthy Sally. Tails could see that on Sonic’s ass, he never noticed before, was a red tattoo of Eggman’s symbol. He must have been brainwashed when he went to retrieve Sally!


“Awww, Tails,you must be Sooooo confused~ I could tell you the whole story, but let’s be honest with ourselves, you won’t remember~” Sally would say, as Sonic approached the throne, kneeling down in front of her as he began worshipping her filthy, crusty stockinged feet. Sally giggled. “Now now, Sonic honey, there’ll be time for that later. Are you hungry?~” She asked Sonic, who would nod slowly, robotically almost.


Tails was forced to face forward and watch by the cloaked figure, who now also kept him kneeling as Tails struggled. He was forced to watch as Sally pulled down that nasty diaper, chuckling as she snapped her fingers again, a servant of the castle bringing her… a hot dog bun? She chuckled, spreading the bun wide and placing it under her asshole, and immediately Tails knew what was going on.


He retched a bit as she grunted, pushing a long, solid turd out of her filthy, turgid asshole, the dark brown shitlog slowly laying itself upon it’s new temporary home, dribblings of liquid shit dripping off her nasty cheeks and onto the bun as well. Once the turd was long enough to fit a bit more than the whole bun, she’d clench her tight asshole, cutting the turd. If someone was unable to smell, they may mistake this for a hot dog.


But it would only get worse as even Tails knew what came next, the chipmunk fishing into the diaper sitting at her ankles, pulling out a heaping handful of lukewarm chipmunk shit and splatting it atop the hotdog. “I think my hero deserves a chili dog~” Sally would say teasingly, as she’d place the vile foodstuff into Sonic’s hand, who smiled wide. “Chili dog…” He said in a deeply entranced voice, slowly bringing it to his mouth. “NO!!!!” Tails would scream, as Sonic would open his mouth wide for his meal.


As Sonic took the first bite of the bitter, noxious facsimile of a ballpark staple, Tails would keel over, retching again, attempting to throw up but being quite unable to. He’d see that Sonic’s cock slowly began to harden the more of the shitty dog he ate. Sally would step out of her diaper, slowly walking towards the bound fox. “You see? Your best friend and hero is my shit-loving slave now. But don’t worry, honey, you won’t be sad for long~” She giggled, as her deep, filthy scent began worming it’s way into tails’ nostrils, making him feel light headed and dizzy. “N-no….. I…. M-must…. Save… M...Mobi...us…” Tails said, as the stench would quickly snuff the fox out, his eyes going half lidded as Sally began to fart directly into his nose, splatters of wet shit splashing him in the face, leaving droplets of brown shit water to slowly drip and ooze down the Vixen’s face. His tongue would soon roll out of his slacked jaw as more nasty, delicious farts slowly melted his mind away. Everything would be forgotten. His Intelligence. All of his inventions. His loyalty to the freedom fighters and his friends. Even his NAME. All forgotten to the deep, noxious, and shit-stinking fumes filling his mind now.


 His eyes slowly swirled into a deep purple and pink as Sally would place those shit-caked cheeks against his face, the mindless Fox finding no other reaction but to lick that nasty asscrack clean, pushing that bitter, disgusting, delicious taste deep down his throat, letting the chunkier pieces of shit melt on his tongue before swallowing. It soaked into his saliva. It filled his sinuses. It became his very being.


“Awww, finished already dear? Such a silly, dumb fox boy. Such a strong, intelligent mind, falling to my hypnotic stench so quickly. Don’t you hate it when you gamble on a fart and lose?~” She giggled again, as Tails’ head was yanked from that ass, his empty eyes staring forward as Sally turned around, the fox’s eyes locked with Sally Piss-stained, shit-caked pussy. “What do you have to say now, dummy?~” Sally would ask, before Tails opened his mouth and spoke in a mindless, completely entranced tone.


“All Glory to Pee-Utopia. All Hail Robotnik Industries.”


End Chapter 1