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The Freedom Fighters were getting worried about Rotor. It had been a month since he had locked himself in his workshop, and except for the occasional time outs for food, he barely emerged from it during that time. It was clear he was working on something big, but what it was no one could tell; he spoke to no one during that time, and any attempts to spy on him was greeted with angry words and shutting of doors and curtains. Even Tails, who had recently become Rotor's assistant and confidant in all things mechanical, was shunned away without word, and attempts to sneak Nicole in through false check-ups failed. It was starting to grate on the team's nerves, and provoked rumors and speculation over what he was building.

"I've never seen Rotor so preoccupied with something in my life," Sonic groused, tapping his foot impatiently as he and the gang waited outside of Rotor's workshop; after what seemed like an eternity, they were finally summoned by the walrus there, and told to wait... and waiting wasn't something the blue hedgehog tolerated willingly. "What in the heck is he doing in there?"

"I dunno," Tails remarked, dourly. "But I have a feeling it's something major. Maybe it's a new weapon to fight Eggman with?"

"Or something to fight back against our Anti-Mobius counterparts," Sally theorized. "Nicole and I saw a hint of Star Post technology in his workshop the last time we tried to sneak her in. I think he's modifying the Posts to lock out the Suppression Squad, or something to that effect."

Bunnie frowned and folded her arms, just as impatient as the others. "Well, whatevah it is, shugah, ah hope he doesn't keep us a'waitin' fer too long. Ah can't stand being left in th' dark, like this."

Antoine nodded emphatically as he placed an arm around his wife's shoulders. "Oui, oui. Zis not knowing iz driving me up zee cuckoo clock. I hope it is not anything dangerous, si vous plait..."

Tails shook his head. "Nah, I doubt it; he's been putting off military-applied machinery for a while, now. Whatever he's got in there, it's likely strictly non-invasive."

"More than you know, Tails," Rotor's voice rang out behind the fox, signaling his completion of his mystery project. Turning around, the gang saw the walrus at the threshold of his shop, dirty and sweaty but beaming proudly, as if he were a new father. "Sorry to keep you waiting, but I needed to make sure this baby was perfect before showing it to you."

Sonic tilted his head, disbelieving. "And what, pray tell, is this 'baby' of yours that you've been working on?"

Grinning widely, the walrus turned and waved the gang inside, leading them deep into the workshop. It was obvious he had been working hard over the past month; several devices laid in disassembled heaps along the workbenches and floor of the shop, tools strewn everywhere, even some tossed haphazardly across the room, indicating some hiccups along Rotor's project. Eventually, they arrived at a peculiar work station; a comfy reclining chair with a bizarre piece of headgear attached to it with wires and cables, with a small computer installed off to the side on one of the chair's armrests. The headgear was of particular interest: looking more like a pair of VR goggles attached to a metal head harness than anything, it flickered with LED lights as if waiting for someone to put it on. Sliding to the foot of the chair, Rotor picked up the headpiece and presented it to the group, his smile never wavering.

"Ta-dah! Introducing your Rotor-Patented Zone Scouter Device, or ZSD for short. Pretty cool, huh?"

If there were crickets in the room, they would be chirping over the dead silence of the confused Freedom Fighters. Leaning in to take a closer look, Tails daintily poked a finger at the chair and hummed in inquiry. "What's it supposed to do?"

Rotor had to keep himself from pratfalling over his friends' response. Lifting the headpiece up, he placed it on his head and carefully eased himself into the chair, explaining his actions as he did so. "Since we've been inundated with several attacks from outside zones, I figured we'd need some sort of early warning device to keep ahead of them. So I invented this; by using technology from Dr. Quack's old Dream Watcher and our Star Posts, I managed to build a scanning device that allows us to observe events in other dimensions through the eyes of our counterparts in those zones. All you gotta do is put this device on your head, sit back, type in a frequency you want to scan, and the machine does all the rest."

"Say what?" Sonic blurted out, thoroughly confused over what Rotor had just said.

"He means that this thing can let us see what our counterparts in other zones are doing through their own eyes as it happens," Tails explained, exasperatedly. Turning back to the walrus, he gave a concerned flick of his eyebrow at the device. "But wouldn't they be able to sense our presence in their mind?"

Rotor shook his head. "Not on any conscious level, or even any normal subconscious one. The machine's designed so that we can only observe and 'feel' what our counterparts are doing, not influence them in any way. So, while we'll stay in a sort of 'lucid dreaming' state while using the machine, our counterparts will only sense our presence in the back of their mind on a very deep, very vague unconscious level. In other words," he glared at Sonic, knowing the hedgehog wouldn't be following him, "they'd only have a vague notion that we're even watching them."

"So, let me get this straight," the hedgehog said, still trying to comprehend what he was just told. "We can use this thing to spy on any other zone in the multiverse, and none of our counterparts there will know the difference?"

Rotor sighed in frustration at the repeated explanation, but nodded. "That's essentially it. It would be like what you did with the Dream Watcher in King Max's mind, but instead of being able to do stuff in their mind, you're just along for the ride, watching and feeling everything that they see and feel. Hopefully, this way, we'll be able to get the drop on any Suppression Squad or other hostile extra-zone threats before they're implemented."

The group mumbled to themselves as they contemplated the implications of the device, almost universally deciding it was both a good and bad idea; good, because it would indeed be a perfect early-warning system for them in case any of their evil doppelgangers decided to zone-hop to their home base, but also bad because of the problems that could arise if things don't go according to plan. Rotor frowned to himself as he heard their complaints with the machine, his frustration growing slightly with each complaint. He had already thought of the possible issues with it; what if the device malfunctioned? What if it's not as non-invasive as he claimed it was? What if there's feedback through the link? Each question he had checked off his list and knew the answer to, but as the questions kept coming, he soon grew too tired and flummoxed to care to respond. "Look, I know there's some bugs I need to work out; that's what I'm going to be doing tonight. I'll select a few zones that we know or suspect are non-hostile toward us and test it out on them."

Sonic frowned again and folded his arms, tapping his foot impatiently. "Why not let me or Tails try it out, first? We've met our counterparts in almost every zone out there, so we should be able to handle that gizmo no problemo."

Rotor shook his head. "I can't take the risk, Sonic; if any of your concerns have any merit, we can't afford losing you. Besides, I'll need to be able to monitor the device to see if there's any tweaking to do, and as the least intrusive member of the Freedom Fighters, I'm the best chance of being able to test the ZSD without risking interfering with the other Zones being tested."

Sally frowned, as well, concerned with this whole thing. "Are you sure you want to try and do this by yourself, Rote? We can't afford to lose you, either..."

Rotor growled a little in his throat in discouragement. "I invented this device, Sal; I know the ins and outs of this thing like the back of my hand. If anyone is qualified to dive into this thing unsupervised, it's me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got testing to do..."

The gang groaned in disappointment and started to file out of the shop, all but Sally, who walked over to a table next to the ZSD and placed something on it; Rotor recognized it as Nicole, Sally's sentient computer. "Sal, is this really necessary?" he asked, his irritation apparent in his voice.

Sally nodded and headed toward the shop's door. "Sorry, Rote, but I can't take any chances with you, either; if anything goes wrong, Nicole will be here to alert us in an instant."

Rotor grimaced and glanced over to the computer, who chirped in apology. "I hate to admit it, Rotor, but I agree with her; we can't afford to lose you to this device, no matter how well you know it."

Defeated, Rotor sighed and nodded sadly, settling back in the ZSD's chair. "Alright, alright. I'll keep Nicole here to monitor my progress. Just don't worry about me and let me get on with the tests, please."

Sally smiled and nodded before exiting the shop, leaving Rotor and Nicole alone to do their respective jobs.

The testing proved to be more informative and, well, downright bizarre than Rotor had ever thought; to his delight, none of the counterparts he intruded in with the ZSD even knew he was there, and he was able to observe their activities with little problem. On the other hand, the device gave a weird "out of body" experience that left him a little shaken up after each test, and the zones he picked for the tests were rather "out there", for his tastes.

The first one, at frequency 332.27, placed him smack in the middle of battle against its version of Eggman... a battle of homebrew fighting robots. As he watched his counterpart deftly manipulate the remote control that commanded his robot - which he heard the vaguely British-sounding announcer state was named "Blendo-Tron" - to land the finishing blow to Eggman's "Egg-O-Matic" to the delight of the crowd, he got the feeling that this version of Mobius was more casual and friendly with its rivalry with the not-so-tyrannical machinist than usual.

Frequency 227.32 featured his doppleganger in a bunker (and sporting a rather fetching yellow beret) alongside a much more hyper Tails as they observed what appeared to be a washing machine exploding in a huge fireball. Surrounding them were several camera crews and supervising police officials, and he got the impression that whatever was being tested in this "experiment", the result was a debunked premise and great ratings.

Frequency 722.94 bored him; nothing happened, except for his counterpart lounging on a rocky shore and communicating with others in his herd with little more than unintelligible barks.

Frequencies 247.33 and 247.36 were fairly similar to regular Mobius, but his counterparts were named "Joe Sushi" and one of them was massively bulked up. Fortunately, he caught them during their downtime, with muscled Joe pumping iron and non-muscled Joe eating fish with a male chipmunk named Ricky.

Frequency 954.47 landed him in an epic battle between its version of the Freedom Fighters and easily-beatable Swatbot mooks commanded by a vicious crocodilian Badnik monster. After a few minutes of fighting, though, the group quickly became overwhelmed and, in desperation, twisted a set of colorful rings around their wrists, making several grandiose hand gestures before "morphing" into five colorful spandex-clad superheroes, which inexplicably gave them the power to defeat their enemies in rapid succession. To his confusion, not only were they speaking in broken English, but his counterpart used several large scientific words. As he broke the connection just as the Badnik grew giant, he muttered to himself that it reminded him "of bad anime".

Several other frequencies were tested, as well: one involved his counterpart as a sort of alchemist trying to devise steampunk devices for creating something known as the "Philosopher's Stone"; another had him partnered with Antoine, for some reason, as an assistant, though everything else seemed to be the same; a third had him as the leather-clad leader of a biker gang; and the fourth and final one he tested had him working at some company called "Sega", negotiating a deal with another company called "Archie Comics" for the rights to make a comic series of their games. All in all, it was a rather enlightening experience, and so far, none of the presumed issues appeared, to his relief. He was about to shut the machine off and call it a night, when a beeping from the scanner informed him of activity within a specific zone frequency: frequency 634.69. Curious as to the nature of the warning, he tuned the machine to that frequency, sat back, and allowed himself to be swept up into the lucid-dream state of the device as it warped his mind into that of his counterpart in that zone.

The first thing that Rotor experienced upon settling into his counterpart's mind was that he wasn't actually a "he"; he felt the body changes instantly, and he could tell there was a distinct lack of anatomy in certain areas, whereas other parts were much more pronounced. His chest was much, much larger and heavier than before, while the normal girth he was so fond of between his legs was decidedly missing, replaced by a deep, wet hole... a hole that he found was stuffed full with something large, thick, and rubberized. In fact, as he felt his now-identified-as-female double rouse from unconsciousness, he realized that both of her lower passages - her vagina _and_her anus - were wedged wide open by a duo of rubber objects, corkscrewed in their design for what he assumed to be maximum pleasure. Fortunately, from what he felt through her, they weren't moving, yet, but they were leaking a viscous, warm fluid into both of her holes.

The second thing he realized was that his counterpart was suspended in the air by arm and foot by some sort of flexible apparatuses, spread-eagled with her belly pointing down. He felt her tentatively testing the restraints, feeling them flex and move under her strength, but hold firm. Another apparatus, similar to the ones holding her up, also wrapped around her neck and locked her head in place, though not to the point where it was painful or restricted breathing. In fact, the restraints seemed to be designed specifically to keep her comfortable while keeping her aloft and confined, so obviously they were meant to make her capture a pleasurable one... even if it was also obviously against her will.

As Rotor continued his observations of his feminine counterpart, more of her situation became evident; the air was cold where she was at - not uncomfortably so, especially given her blubbery frame, but still noticeable. The restraints and objects in her radiated a nice warmth, likely for comfort, though. Faint sounds of machinery emanated from the background - not the harsh clang of pistons and gears banging together, but the quiet, droning hum of electricity and motors; the sound, as a result, simply added to the ambiance of the situation. Deep in the background, Rotor could barely hear what sounded like the telltale moans and groans and coos of people having sex, though who and from where he couldn't tell. The room was brightly illuminated with a soft white glow, again not too harsh but at a pleasing level. Everything in the room seemed designed solely on making Rotor's female doppelganger as relaxed and at ease as possible... except for the figure in front of her.

Shaking the grogginess from her head, female Rotor looked up at her captor, focusing her eyes against the light to get a better look at him... or, should Rotor say, her. A stout but still agile female frame, with very large breasts and a rump to match, wearing little more than an open-cut jacket, cupless corset, and thigh-high boots of a very familiar but utterly perverted red, black, white, and gold design. On her hands were white leather gloves, with one of them holding what appeared to be a leather and rubber dildo/flogging whip combo. Speaking of dildos, attached to her crotch, right above her vagina, was a large metal strapon, at least 12 inches long and 3 inches thick, fused into her skin like a second set of genitals. Looking up at the woman's face provided a shock; a cute, but twistedly seductive feminine visage, with familiar-looking glasses and goggles and stark reddish-blond hair tied into massive pigtails on either side. Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik, but not the one that Rotor was familiar with.

"Ah, so our little darling is awake, is she?" the mad doctor chuckled to herself, gleaming down at Rotor's counterpart, wickedly. "I hope you had a good nap, my dear Rota, because we've got a full hour of fun waiting, and I don't want you to be late for it."

Rota looked up and half-sneered, half-smirked at her captor, only making a token attempt to struggle out of her bonds. "I should've known you were behind this, Roboobnik. You won't get away with this, y'know..."

The Robotnik expy frowned a little and jammed the bulbous head of her dildo-flog against the underside of Rota's chin, crouching down a little as she lifted her head up to eye-level. "That's Mistress Doctor Eva Robotnik to you, missy, and I will not be referred to in such a tone of voice." She stood up and started pacing in front of Rota, tapping the dildo-flog against her palm in impatience. As she paced, Rota and Rotor could see some people behind her; several mechanically-enhanced Echidnas of various genders and sizes were engaging in a full-on orgy, cum, lube, and toys flying everywhere as they wantonly satisfied their lusts at the behest of their mistress. In the forefront was what was obviously a male version of Lien-Da, dressed in a more slinky and sensual version of the leather outfit Rotor recognized her Prime counterpart wearing, but he was getting pounded from both ends by a pair of male Legionized underlings, greedily taking their cocks in his mouth and anus like the slut he was. To the left, a set of robots looking remarkably like gender-swapped Auto-Automaton versions of the Freedom Fighters were recharging in pods along the wall, but the method of recharging was bizarre; in each of their holes, and attached to the breasts of the female robots, were a series of rubber and metal tentacles, feeding a viscous silver liquid into them. Not surprisingly, all of the males - including the gender-swapped Freedom Fighter robots - were hung, with the smallest members being at least 8 inches long and 2 inches thick, with massive balls for optimal semen producing. The females were equally endowed, with hefty breasts, large, supple nipples, and deep and stretchy vaginas. Rotor had to wonder just what the heck was up with this dimension.

Rota simply chuckled and gave another token attempt to get free. "Whatever you say, Roboobnik. What are you wanting from me, Mistress? You've already taken everything I have from me; my friends, my home," a groan broke up her sentence as she clenched down on the tentacles invading her passages. "Even my virginity. What more can you take from me?"

Rotor gasped in shock as he realized what his counterpart meant, remembering the robots of Rota's friends in their capsules: they weren't Auto-Automatons, but likely the real deals, roboticized. And he had the feeling, whatever Eva was doing to Rota with the tentacles, she wasn't far behind.

Eva simply grinned and turned to a control panel next to Rota; she and Rotor couldn't see what it was that the despot was doing to it, but as Eva positioned her strapon against the mechanism and thrust her hips forward, it looked like she was activating it through her thrusts. Instantly, the tentacles in Rota's anus and pussy activated, flooding the walrus with the sticky fluid it was seeping moments ago, thrusting and pistoning themselves deeply into her gaping orifices as they filled her up. Eva looked down at the walrus and sneered, lustily. "Why, you, of course, my dear; as you've said, I've got most of your friends in my clutches, and now it's time I complete the whole set of my Freedom Fighter Sex Toys. Don't worry, it'll be over before you know it..." With one final buck, she moaned, locking herself solidly into the machine as the pistoning in Rota's holes intensified. "You see, my dear walrus, what you are feeling flooding your innards at this moment is my patented nano-conversion fluid, the same fluid I used to transform your friends into my mindless sex puppets. It's an agonizingly long process, requiring several injections to take and maintain the metamorphosis, but I assure you you'll feel nothing but ecstasy from it."

Rota eeped and squirmed against her restraints, clenching hard on the tentacles within her, though whether it was in an attempt to expel them or drive them deeper and milk them of more of the insidious liquid, Rotor had no idea. What he did know was the pleasure in Rota's loins growing as the device continued to ravage it; it was severely odd to him, "feeling" the sexual stimulation that only a female could feel, the heretofore unknown sensation of having a vagina and having it splayed open and filled and teased by large objects. He could "feel" Rota's womb bulging with ounce after ounce of the nanite liquid, her bowels penetrated deeply and flooded with that same fluid, her tight cervix clenching down around the head of the tentacle as it forced it open to allow it deeper access into her. It was an intensely arousing experience, and Rotor had to try extra hard to keep from growing erect, himself, from the sensation.

It was actually quite a trip for Rotor; homosexual by preference, he had never once looked at a woman in any sort of sexual or romantic manner, and the very thought of looking at straight or even lesbian porn turned him off something fierce. Even his mom, who knew about his sexuality long before he did, joked that he was "as straight as a narwhal's tusk". Yet here, now, he found himself enraptured by the raping of this counterpart of his, a raping that seemed all too willing on Rota's end for it to be truly called a rape. Then again, it helped that the "rape" came in the form of a fucking machine; unable to come out to his friends, and unwilling to look elsewhere for a boyfriend, Rotor was forced to satisfy himself with sex toys of his own design, from simple modified power tools and "drilldos" to elaborate sexual machines made for maximum pleasure. Carefully probing Rota's mind, he got the sense that she was similar, preferring her mechanical lovers to the real thing, and it made slipping into her role in this scenario all the easier.

Rota snarled a little in ecstatic disgust and glared at Eva, defiantly. "You bitch! I'll get you for this, Roboobnik, I swear I will..."

Eva simply chuckled and patted the female walrus on the head, tapping a few buttons on the console she was "plugged in" to in order to swing her around to Rota's face. At the same time, the console spun around until Eva's back was turned to Rota, granting her muzzle access to her plump rump and puffy pussy lips. "That's not what you said last night when I pleasured you, my dear, and that's not what your actions are saying to me, right now. Now be a doll and help me as I am helping you..." With that, she bent over, spreading her legs as the tentacle restraints moved Rota's muzzle closer to the tyrant's nether regions. Rotor could tell she was right; he could feel the pleasure from Rota's loins growing through her body, and as her muzzle pressed gingerly against the thick folds of Eva's mound, she couldn't help but blush and give the hairless lips a generous lick, her struggling against the bonds, as pathetic as they were before, quickly dying down as she gave in to the scenario.

The taste was just as baffling to Rotor as the sensation of having a vagina being stuffed was; it tasted salty-sweet, not unlike the precum that Rotor often tasted from himself when he pawed off, but there was a lot more of it, even compared to the generous amount he usually gave off before he erupted. The texture was also very bizarre; it started out smooth, like the head of his penis, but quickly grew rough and bumpy as Rota began tonguing Eva's snatch, her deft tongue diving deep within her hated enemy. It was a curious feeling, one that he was on the edge of being grateful and being disgusted of experiencing.

Beside the ZSD, Nicole sprung to life as she noticed something odd about Rotor; she had been monitoring his vitals and brainwave impulses all throughout the test, and it wasn't until now that something was off with them. "Rotor," she said, concern tainting her words. "Your heartbeat and body temperature has risen significantly, and your brain activity has increased exponentially. Maybe we should call it a night, right now..."

She got no answer as Rotor's vitals continued to climb... as well as his libido. As her scanners watched, Rotor's thick cock started slipping out of its furry sheath, growing quickly to full erection within minutes. The size of the walrus wasn't shocking; at 16 inches long and 3 inches thick, the gown walrus was hung, to be sure, but Nicole had seen it several times in the past when she was left at his workshop for maintenance, and to her knowledge, it was just barely considered "hung" by walrus standards. What was confusing her, was what in the zone he was scanning provoked such a reaction.

Eva groaned as she was eaten out, gripping the console tightly as she felt herself leg go of what little inhibitions she had left and marveled at how quickly Rota had been converted. "Oh, gods yes, my dear Rota! Eat me out, become the slutty little thing you are, the slutty little toy you were meant to be for me..."