Rascal's Hammer
#17 of Sonic the Hedgehog
Scourge the Hedgehog has just escaped from interdimensional jail. He's got 99 problems, and Rosy the Rascal is one of them. She's been promising to "smash" him for years now, and now that he's in her grasp, she's going to show him what she really means!
This is a Sonic the Hedgehog fanfiction set in an alternate Archie universe where all of the characters are 18+ I wrote this a long time ago as one of my first Sonic fanfictions. You can really tell how I've changed, I think.
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To say that Scourge had a headache would be the understatement of the decade. He's got plenty of them, and they never go away.--a girl who won't get off his back for backing out of a deal, a mad scientist who constantly hunts him down because he broke said deal, a crew bailing on him, and his current crew, who couldn't keep up in his plan to get back to the top.
But most importantly, Scourge has a headache because of the throbbing pain from his skull. He groans, laying in a puddle of his own drool. Trying to wipe his mouth clean, he finds his wrists tightly bound. His eyes blink wide open and he snarls, his voice echoing off of the cold, dark chambers.
He inched his way up to a seated position, but his legs strain from the movement. Glancing down, he realizes that he's still wearing his boots, but large metal clamps lock onto him by his ankles, weighing him down, keeping him from using his full speed. It's primitive, compared to the dampening technology used by the Zone Cops. All he needs to bust out is to get that pick from his jacket and...
"Where the hell're my clothes!" He shouts, realizing he is only in his shoes and gloves
"Something wrong, Scourgey?"
The green hedgehog's cold heart grows even colder hearing that voice. He looks over his shoulder, seeing the faintest bit of pink out of the corner of his eye. "Rosy... you let me go this instant, or I will end you, and I won't make it quick."
Rosy the Rascal giggles, fluttering her eyes as she steps up beside him, her fingers brushing along her lips as she gazes upon him with those half-lidded eyes. "Scourgey... you never did like me, but you know I always wanted to smash you."
"Yeah, and?" He says, grinding his teeth. You gonna give me a few whacks with that hammer of yours, huh? If you do, I'll pay you back in kind, believe me."
Out of nowhere, Rosy materializes her spiked hammer, casually glancing over toward it. "Oh, this little toy? No... this isn't the hammer I'm going to use on you..." she drops it, letting it clatter loudly to the floor. "The hammer I'll be using today is... here!"
Rosey grabs at her skirt, tearing it off with a sick grin on her face. With a puff and a "PIKO" a long, green, ribbed dildo pokes up against Scourge's nose, strapped around her waist. "Now, I can REALLY smash ya, Scourgey!"
"Scourge's pupils tighten to tiny dots staring at that monstrous plastic cock that rubs up against his face. "You're dead. You hear me, you're fuc-"
Rosey grabs onto Scourge's quills, thrusting her hips forward and shoving that cock deep down his throat. Scourge's eyes tear up, his face goes flush, and he coughs over the force of the fake cock.
"Use your mouth for something more productive, Scourgey," Rosy says, "because if you don't, this is going to smash you nice and dry!" As for the rest of her plans, she leaves them to the green hedgehog's imagination.
Scourge grunts and tries to fight back, but with that fat cock shoved into his mouth, he can hardly breathe, let alone fight. So, eventually, he has to relent, closing his eyes, lashing his tongue over that fake cock, all the while thinking of all the things that he's going to do to her after he gets free.
Thanks to that, he feels the tingling between his legs, and his hedgehog cock slips out, semi hard and pumped with blood.
"Ooooh, Scourgey!" Rosy growls, giggling. "Are you going to cum from this plastic cock of mine?" She then pulls back, removing it from his mouth.
He gasps, his tongue rolling out, saliva bridging from his mouth to the cock. Before he can get his breath, she slaps him against the face with it
Scourge shakes, his breath heavy, but he doesn't respond.
"Mmm, I can just taste it now," she says, her hands running down along her face, catching on her lip. "I'm going to milk Scourgey clean and taste his hate-paste!"
"I'm... g-gonna... k-klll..." he begins, but she walks around him in that time period, running her finger down along his spine. She flicks her finger at his tail and then continues downward, finding her way at his puckered tailhole.
"Aah....annn!" Scourge arches his back, his tongue rolling out. His eyes unfocus as all the warning signs hit him at once that this is not going to be a good time.
She swirls the finger at his entrance, stretching him out, preparing him for what's next, before she pushes that dildo right up his ass!
Scourge falls over, his cheek and chest slapping against the cold, dusty tiles, His asshole now home to the rough plastic cock that burrows and spreads its way within him. Memories of prison flood back to him, filling his hate for her, for the Zone Cops, for everyone. On his back, Rosy giggles like a sadistic child, hammering his butt over and over.
The worst part is, though, is that the hedgehog drools onto the floor from his mouth and his cock, his body rubbing against his fluids with each pushing thrust from the sadistic pink hedgehog
Rosy reaches around, squeezing his phallus and pulling, milking it. With each tug, making more of his jizz sprinkle onto the floor.
"N... no... he groans, but takes a deep breath as the head of the hammer pokes at his prostate. He tries to hold back, to stop himself. He can't ejaculate from this. Not the tough guy Scourge, not the rightful King of Moebius.
Rosey leans in to his ear and she whispers, but for that split second, Scourge doesn't hear her voice, but instead the voice of that blasted goodie good, Prime. "Hasta la Vista, Mistah..."
Those last words drive him over the edge, and Scourge groans like a teen girl and her first time, shooting powerful blasts all over the floor as his cock drains out. Once drained, he has no more energy and collapses into his own puddle. Meanwhile, Rosy stands up, licking the remains off of her fingers. "Mmmm, wow... something I did really drove you over the edge, Scourgey... I wonder what that is...?"
Scourge just groans as the truth rushes through his mind. Despite how much his head hurt, despite how much his ass burned, despite all the other headaches. The only thing that made his life worth living, worth hating--the one thing he never could get out of his head-- was that blasted Sonic the Hedgehog.