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"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."