Dr. Robotnik's Powerfister Pro
for gameboy color
"I'm gonna fist you to death,"
Sonic the Hedgehog sat up in bed, phone pressed to his ear as he groggily blinked a few times.
"You..wha? Who is this?"
The phone clicked and the line went dead. Confused, Sonic sat on the edge of the bed wondering what in the world he had just heard. Outside the house's window, he could see the moon high over station square. Things had been peaceful lately, and the hedgehog had been enjoying what felt like a vacation from the evil forces of the world. He knew the peace and quiet would eventually be interrupted once again by some nefarious villan, or asinine scheme by Robotnik. He sighed and returned the phone to its hook.
After an early morning run, Sonic forgot about the strange phone call. It was about as usual as a day in the life of the blue blur could get, helping the citizens of Station Square with their problems here and there, and visiting Tails tinkering away in his workshop.
It was just as much a shock when the phone rang once more, pulling the hedgehog out of his dreams. The clock displayed green glowing digits- 3:00 AM on the dot.
With a sleepy snort, Sonic answered the phone, not quite free of sleep's hold.
"H..hello?"
"What are you wearing?" The other side asked him, a deep and blubbery voice that was garbled somehow.
"What am I- nothing! Who is this?" Sonic was awake fully by now, frowning at the interruption.
"Nothing!? Ohh yes. I'm gonna wear you like a glove,"
Following this was the sound of jiggling blubber and flesh slapping into itself rapidly. Disgusted, Sonic slammed the phone down and rolled over, diving beneath his pillows.
The odd late night calls seemed to end as strangely as they began. Though the incident followed Sonic in the back of his mind all the next day, nothing happened that night. When the day after came and went without any rude phone calls, he started to relax.
Then, on the third afternoon since the last call, Sonic came home to find something odd stuck to the front of his door by a suction cup. It was pink, at least two feet long. A thick, ribbed dildo that ended with a rubber fist that was so big it looked like one of his gloves wouldn't even fit over the thing. Sonic tore it off the door and stormed inside the house, checking everywhere in his speedy manner to make sure the psycho wasn't waiting for him somewhere.
Bedtime rolled around and Sonic made his way upstairs with some amount of dread, knowing the games were about to begin again.
He didnt' sleep, tossing and turning as the clock ticked away. Sure enough, 3 o'clock came and the phone went off, practically rattling itself off the hook. Sonic grabbed it angrily and hopped up out of bed, having not even bothered to remove his shoes and gloves.
He was ready to lay into the creep on the other side, but as he drew near to the window, something caught the hedgehog's eye. Down on the street, right in front of his home there was a van parked in his front yard. He hadn't heard it pull up and yet there it was, right on top of the lawn. He froze.
The voice was excited, breathing heavily.
"Open the pod bay doors, blue boy. I'm coming in there to fist you right now,"
"N...no! Stay away from me!" Sonic said.
Down in the yard, the van's door opened. What stepped out was a gigantic, fat figure. From the light of the neighbor's porch, Sonic could see what was clearly Robotnik, only he was wearing a pink skirt and dress like Amy's clothing. It was far too small, and pale blubber poked out where a massive gut protruded.
The figure raised a hand and waved- it looked like an oversized metal gauntlet. It then began to march toward the front door.
Sonic slammed the phone down and tried calling the police. The line was dead.
"I've gotta get out of here," He said, running downstairs as the figure began to punch at the front door, splintering wood with each strike.
Sonic leapt, meaning to spindash out of a window on the back of the house. The glass shattered but there was something solid on the other side. Light danced from a forcefield that had been somehow draped over the house.
Sonic ricocheted from the forcefield at the same time the door caved in, breaking in half. He landed right in the arms of the giant figure. He screamed and thrashed but it was to no avail.
"We're going in without lube!" The whisper rasped in his ear.
Sonic was draped from his ankles with one hand while the other began to massage his backside.
Cold metal fingers entered his buttocks in a knife-hand formation, causing the hedgehog to swing and twist himself in the air widly. Yet the fist advanced heedless to his struggle. It felt there was no end as the fist went deeper and his buttcheeks were separated farther apart than they had ever been before, to the tune of wet popping noises.
Sonic squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his teeth, now just trying to bear the incredible pressure moving up his insides. His grunting and straining became garbled when the fist entered the back of his throat, bulging it outward. Fingers pried his mouth open from the inside and Sonic's eyes bulged as he watched the fist extending out of his mouth.
"This is our dream," The figure told him, "This is what we worked for,"
Suddenly the fist opened, palm facing upward. Sonic's eyes crossed as he tried to see what was held there- a big glob of feces. With a flick of the wrist, the fist smacked Sonic in the forehead with the very poop it had collected traveling through his body.
The body of "Robotnik" suddenly hissed and the top flipped backward from the bottom on a hinge. Stepping out of the robotic suit was Amy Rose. She walked around to where Sonic sat impaled and touched his cheek tenderly as she kissed him on the forehead. At long last, Amy had claimed the ass of her dream boyfriend.