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Sally and the Slaver King

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by JadeStyx

Author’s Note: Many characters and the setting information portrayed within this story are property of SEGA, Archie Comics, and DiC, and are used without official permission. The author makes no profit from this work. https://sonic.fandom.com/wiki/Nasty\_Hyenas tells more about the Nasty Hyenas for those interested (and http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/37800000/Nasty-Hyenas-cartoons-37894040-1188-648.jpg is a fan-drawn picture of the group). That site (and others) has information on the other protagonists of this story as well. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LxvwR3e9zfA has the episode where the Nasty Hyenas appear, though of course YouTube links should be considered uncertain at best. This story should be considered to have taken place shortly after the final episode of the SatAM show, with Mina Mongoose and Amy Rose shoehorned into the fun because it seemed appropriate at the time. Oh, and more information on Griff can be found here: https://sonic.fandom.com/wiki/Griff and https://sonic.fandom.com/wiki/Geoffrey\_St.\_John gives more information on Geoffrey St. John.

Wishing for perhaps the first time in her young life that she wore pants more regularly, Princess Sally Acorn protested as loudly as she could with the thick ball gag in her mouth, wriggling mightily at the same time, despite the sturdy, high-tech manacles cinching her thighs together, just above her knees, along with the other set keeping her wrists bound square-style behind her back. The burly, muddy grey-furred hyena holding the teenage princess draped over one shoulder just grinned at the fetching display of the much smaller Mobian girl’s flawless little tushie, its heart shape accentuated by her upturned, leaf-shaped tail, right above the almost invisible indentation of her tailhole and the tight-clasped lips of her labia, all so nicely highlighted by her “treasure tail” of lighter-colored fur that ran from her neck to just beneath said tail. Unable to resist the temptation, he gave her brown-furred bottom another squeeze, rolling one cheek outward to allow himself an even better view of the furry girl’s sweet spots while he walked. This just made poor Sally’s voice rise even higher as she tried to get her protests at such treatment through the gag, even as she began wiggling even more energetically. And so the cycle continued.

Ahead of the big biker ‘yena and his lovely prize, Mina Mongoose and Amy Rose weren’t doing much better. Actually, they were probably doing worse, since they were far more used to wearing a complete set of clothes, and the first thing the Nasty Hyenas had done upon surrounding the Mobian girls was to strip them down to their yellow and pink fur. “For security reasons,” the red-haired she-yena had claimed with a nasty smirk, all the while ogling the slim young cuties as her brawny male companions peeled off almost every stitch of their clothing, except for their shoes, leaving then blushing and embarrassed as the more modest pair tried desperately to cover themselves with their hands…at least until the hyenas trussed them up like Princess Sally, that is, using the same gold-colored magnetic manacles. “Wouldn’t want you sneaking any weapons in when you see our boss, now would we?”

Mina Mongoose was horribly embarrassed! Not only was she naked, when she’d been taught from an early age that proper ladies always wore clothes (not to disrespect her princess, of course), but, well…her skinny yellow booty wasn’t anywhere as shapely as that of Princess Sally Acorn, or even Amy Rose! Next to her, the pink hedgehog’s cheeks were deeply flushed, while her green eyes were wide with fury as she squirmed and kicked and protested loudly into her gag on the shoulder of the shortest of the Nasty Hyenas, a brown-furred bruiser with a chain dangling from where it pierced his nose, so that it would trail behind him when he rode on the bikes the Nasty Hyenas usually drove. Apparently the broad-shouldered little guy just couldn’t keep his paws off Amy’s pink bits, because (much to Mina’s additional flustering) the young mongoose girl could hear the rather noisy squelching and slicking sounds the squat male’s paw made, even over Amy’s vociferous (if muffled) protestations, as it visibly worked away underneath the other girl’s pointed tail.

Contrast Amy’s treatment, and even Sally’s, with Mina Mongoose. Why, the skinny, ruddy-furred freak with his arm wrapped around Mina’s thighs hadn’t even felt her up once! It was all enough to make the songoose pout! And she would have, too…if she wasn’t gagged like the other two girls.

“Aw, don’t be like dat,” chuckled the tall brown hyena with the skull earring walking to her side, reaching over to give Mina’s bum an affectionate pat when he noticed her expression. “I’m sure da boss’ll be happy to give you lots of ‘tention, just like he’s plannin’ to do wit’ all the girlies. ‘cept our leader, a’course.” He grinned toothily as he let his big paw linger a bit longer, teasing a blunt clawtip against the tiny yellow pucker of the mongoose girl’s tailhole, making her green eyes grow very wide indeed, her cheeks instantly growing a bright pink that glowed through her yellow fur. “Me, I’m lookin’ forward to da leftovers, ya get me? Skinny chicks like you’re nice’n loud when you get it up the butt.” He winked at Mina as he said this, his palm squeezing against her tight-clasped yellow cunny, making her suck in a sharp breath at the contact with the untried pink parts beneath those folds. “I’ve got lotsa experience, trust me. But don’tcha worry ‘bout it: I’ll make sure you squirt lots before I stick it in ya. I want’cha ta enjoy yerself, after all: makes everything more fun for later if you’ve got good memories of what I kin do fer ya.”

This mysterious leader, or “the boss,” as the Nasty Hyenas often called him, was a growing concern for the Mobians. With the very recent fall of Robotropolis and the defeat of Robotnik, the political state of Mobius was still in a fragile position. King Acorn might have been able to immediately unify the many disparate groups that had become Freedom Fighters during the reign of Robotropolis, but he was still trapped in the Void, unable to leave without becoming living green crystal. His daughter, Sally, though, had made vast and fast inroads with the other bands of Freedom Fighters, and though their efforts to stop the Doomsday Project had almost ended in failure, she’d earned great respect all the same with her demonstrated leadership and diplomatic skills. That and ultimate success, of course: success counted for an awful lot.

As the young princess was right in the middle of sorting out the new arrangements for life in the post-Robotnik era, however, the Nasty Hyena gang started to cause trouble again! They’d been quiescent ever since they’d been trounced by Sonic the Hedgehog following their attempted eating of Antoine, but now, when there were few restrictions from either Robotnik’s tyranny or Mobian law, the former destroyed and the latter still being reorganized, the band of six opportunistic raiders had promptly looted several communities of Mobians who’d dared to come out of hiding. While nobody had been seriously hurt by these incursions, the Nasty Hyenas had hurt the confidence of the people of Mobius, driving them back into hiding once more. And so, when the alpha female of the biker gang had shown up fairly close to Knothole (about as close as they’d gotten before, when they’d last been in the area – like most outsiders, they didn’t know Knothole’s actual location), and informed the frightened Freedom Fighters who’d been out foraging at the time that her “boss” wanted to meet with Princess Acorn, Sally had jumped at the chance for a diplomatic solution to what she was afraid might turn into martial action if it wasn’t contained quickly.

But why Mina Mongoose and Amy Rose? The choice, actually, had been one of practicality, as well as strategy. While Sonic the Hedgehog would have been Sally’s first choice for a bodyguard, even his super speed was taxed to the limits keeping down any number of different difficulties that had arisen with the fall of Robotnik, mostly in the form of renegade rampaging robots; the Nasty Hyenas couldn’t have picked a worse time for their rapine acts, with Sonic almost constantly in one fight or another, mostly on the side of Robotropolis furthest from Knothole. Mina Mongoose, while less experienced than Sonic, had similar speedster abilities, and Amy Rose…well, there weren’t many who were willing to face down that hammer of hers when she slung it out! Thinking strategically, though, Sally had decided to have Bunnie Rabbot and Dulcy the dragon hang back as reserves, ready to come to her aid in a pinch. All she had to do to bring them, and any other help they might gather (or “help,” in the case of Antoine, though he really wasn’t eager to meet the Nasty Hyenas again), up to and including Sonic himself, if the threat was serious enough.

The problem with this last plan, unfortunately, was that Sally had been planning to signal her friends for help by using her portable AI, Nicole. This was unfortunate because, while the Nasty Hyenas didn’t seem to have discovered the small flip-top casing for the AI that Sally had secreted in her boot, with her wrists clamped securely behind her back as they were, there was no way Sally could reach Nicole. The little computer might as well have been on another planet, instead of an arm’s length away, for all the difference it made!

The whole “taking them prisoner” thing was actually the most startling part of this. Not really them trying to do it, of course – the Nasty Hyenas had never been the most trustworthy sort of people, and Sally had been expecting some kind of treachery – but rather that they had succeeded. They’d had strange high-tech guns which had fired blue rays the moment they stepped into the little clearing where they’d told Sally to meet them, when before the best weaponry they’d had was simple melee weapons like clubs and chains; even Mina hadn’t been able to dodge fast enough to get out of the way of something that moved at the speed of light. The moment those rays hit the three girls, Sally and her two bodyguards were frozen in place, as rigid as though they’d been encased in ice, and utterly helpless to resist as they were summarily stripped under the direction of the alpha female, then bound, gagged, and tossed over the shoulders of three of the six burly bikers. Sally got the very real impression that, had she been left to her own devices, the alpha female would have greatly enjoyed doing some pretty obscene things to their three lovely captives, activities only hinted at so far by the light molestation Sally had been getting, and the rather more significant pussy massage poor Amy had gotten since almost the moment the lithe pink hedgie had been slung over the short pervert’s shoulder. Obviously this “boss” of the hyenas had quite a lot of their respect, and possibly fear; the two were interchangeable when it came to the Nasty Hyenas, after all.

This “boss,” of course, was the most enigmatic part of the whole business. Doing her best not to let the finger now teasing her clitoris distract her (no mean feat: the grey-furred hyena was good with his hands!), Sally worked her mind putting the pieces of this puzzle together. Whoever the Nasty Hyenas’ new boss was, they’d been pretty quiescent until he’d shown up. Sure, they’d waylaid the occasional Mobian traveling alone, mostly for petty theft and the occasional gangbang of attractive prisoners (they seemed pretty omnivorous about their preferences for the sex of their playmates), but they didn’t try to eat anybody after they’d been taught their lesson by the Knothole Freedom Fighters, and they’d generally kept their activities to a minimum in areas where they might encounter groups of significant size.

Enter the boss. Suddenly, the Nasty Hyenas started raiding little settlements, using strange high-tech equipment like some of the stuff Robotnik had used in his heyday of tyranny: nonlethal stuff, like the stun guns they’d used to immobilize Sally and her companions, and energized netcasters. When they showed up, they would zap anyone they saw, then made sure to take any female Mobians they caught prisoner, slinging them over their bikes to be transported off to…wherever it was they had their base. That their abductees were always young, attractive, female Mobians was what made Sally especially concerned and interested in meeting with the boss who’d started such a vicious campaign of looting and kidnapping. Now that she was apparently among the numbers of those captives, her concern was increasing exponentially, while her interest in meeting “the boss” was dropping by an almost equal degree.

Those feelings of dread Sally had been starting to get increased exponentially when they arrived at the mouth to a cave, sharp stalactites dangling from the top of the entryway like the fangs of some fearsome monster. For a moment after they entered, the three Mobian girls found themselves sunk into utter blackness. An instant later, the green eyes of Amy and Mina, and Sally’s blue ones blinked rapidly as they stepped out into a wide chamber filled with artificial lighting strung across the ceiling.

Looking around her as her eyes adapted, Sally’s eyes widened in horror as she saw that the entry chamber was filled with barred cells, dug straight into the living rock of the cave. And within each of those cells were two or three Mobian girls, the captives taken from the little settlements the Nasty Hyenas had been raiding. Every one of them was as naked as Sally and her companions, and they looked terribly frightened, though Sally was glad to see that they didn’t look seriously hurt or mistreated. A simple glance quickly revealed that all of them – rabbit and skunk, lizard and fox, cat and dog, duck and canary – were around Sally’s own tender years, and very attractive, something their nudity just made that much more obvious. She also noticed that each of the cages had a monitor set high in one corner, apparently intended to convey messages to the prisoners, though this seemed a bit extravagant for a common prison.

“The Boss likes having the girls watch when they’re not in service,” explained the grey-furred bruiser when he noticed Sally’s questioning expression. “He says it gets ‘em in the mood, lets ‘em know what’s coming next.”

More questions! Sally glanced at Mina, but the lilac-haired hedgie only shook her head, as mystified as the princess. Whatever this cryptic statement meant, though, Sally was sure it didn’t mean anything good. Of course, she didn’t think to look in Amy’s direction, except for a glance to make sure the other girl was still more-or-less safe: while she was really good with a hammer, Amy wasn’t the sort for much deep thought. Outside of topics that involved Sonic, romantic activities involving said blue hedgehog, shopping, and fashion (and sometimes cooking; she was rather good at that), Amy tended to be a little bit shallow at times. A nice girl and a reliable ally and friend, but definitely a one-track mind.

Now the Nasty Hyenas had stopped their occasional molestations of their three prisoners, their expressions turning quite serious as they stepped through a large sliding door, which parted before them, letting them into a room filled with all sorts of complicated-looking machines with various readouts. While Sally only got a glance of the screens, she gathered that they had something to do with…was it life sign monitoring? That one screen over on the far side definitely had a human figure, like the ones she’d sometimes seen in the few medical textbooks on human anatomy they had around Knothole. Further speculation on the purpose of all the arcana of those screens, however, was driven from Sally’s mind as they stepped through another big door, which slid open to allow their passage, and slammed shut behind them with an ominous boom.

They had entered the presence of the Boss.

At first Mina thought that they were in another room like that weird computer-filled place, since their view was obscured by facing to the rear on the shoulders of their captors. There were banks of more machines whirring away against the walls, and monitors with all sorts of weird stuff flashing on them. Except in this room, the monitors were all crowded around a massive throne, as much a piece of machinery as a work of faux-royal dominance. Wires and tubes flowed from strange pumps and fluid reservoirs scattered around or attached to the back of the baroque piece of techno-furniture, bubbling, hissing, and gurgling weirdly.

Then the Nasty Hyenas lowered their three naked prisoners onto the floor, pushing them quite firmly to their knees before the throne, and Sally, Mina, and Amy could clearly see the figure on the throne, the mysterious “Boss” who’d equipped the Nasty Hyenas, and begun their campaign of kidnapping.

If Amy Rose hadn’t been already enamored of Sonic, her heart might have beat a bit faster at her first sight of the tall, elegant human on the throne. He was imposing in his height, and his hair was long, down to his waist, and looked as though it had been bleached of all color, possibly by all the weird stuff those machines were obviously pumping into him. His skin had a similar paleness to it, which wasn’t quite natural, as though there had been a loss of pigment somehow, again, likely caused by the strange chemicals he was using. Though slender, it was the slimness of a sword, and his skin was tight against the sleek chiseling of his beautiful, masculine, naked body.

This last fact of the Boss’ appearance came as a significant shock to Amy, who simply stared wide-eyed, unsure how to react. After all, she’d seen plenty of naked Mobians. Her Sonic certainly didn’t bother much with clothes! But…somehow the nudity of this human was different. He looked naked, exposed in ways that didn’t really happen to the animal-like inhabitants of Mobius.

Of course, the tubes running from several of the countless beakers and bottles of goo straight into his very prominent penis and testicles was rather attention-grabbing, to say the least.

“Your highness,” the human spoke suddenly, his voice deep, commanding, as he gave a slight bow, still seated, toward the shackled, bound princess, the smirk on his face mocking and cruel, the expression of someone used to commanding, and not at all used to showing anyone respect, or even common courtesy. “And companions. You’ll forgive me if I don’t stand up, but I am, at least for the moment, still indisposed.”

At the moment the hard-bodied, pale-skinned man paused, as though he were expecting his “guests” to fill the time with their own words, Sally did indeed start to speak. Unfortunately, she’d forgotten about the gag in her mouth, so struck was she by the handsome, pale man’s appearance and sheer, charismatic presence, that her words came out as a muffled babble. Blushing furiously, the young princess turned her blue eyes away, not wanting to meet those of the human before whom she’d acted the fool.

“Yes, I’m sure you have many questions, Princess of the House of the Acorn,” the man continued, and Sally turned to look at him again when he seemed not to notice – or more likely not to care – about her embarrassing display (and, incidentally, noticed that neither Mina nor Amy had stopped looking at the well-formed human…or his obvious “attributes”). “Normally I wouldn’t bother providing any answers, but according to the machines keeping me alive, I’ve been silent for almost a hundred years now, trapped in stasis, and I’m rather tired of the quiet. Besides that, from what I’ve learned about you through my various spy cameras and taps into the fallen Robotnik’s databases, you might be one of the very few who could possibly appreciate my present state, and my ultimate plans. Of course, I doubt that you would approve of such plans, hence your present helpless state, but appreciation is important for someone in my historical position.

“I was one of the Human Invaders in the first wave,” the human began his tale. “One of the high commanders of the invasion force, in fact, nigh on a century past. I’m sure you’ve read the histories of those times, when humans first arrived on Mobius.” He paused a moment, noting Sally’s brief confirming nod, before he continued. “Then you know how badly we failed. We were so sure of ourselves, so convinced of our inherent superiority over you mere animals, that we didn’t bother to gather sufficient intelligence on you and your ways. Because of our miscalculation of your capabilities, we were simply overwhelmed.

“In the face of total rout, most of the human forces surrendered, and they and their families were shown mercy, then allowed to become citizens of the realms of Mobius. Julian Ivo Robotnik was a direct descendant of those first humans, of course, though he, like all the ‘native’ humans of this world, had four fingers, like the bestial inhabitants, gained from interbreeding, rather than the natural five of a purestrain human like myself.” He raised one hand slightly to demonstrate, wiggling the five fingers found there. “I, however, would not accept defeat. For me, being beaten was simply a setback, and a temporary one. So I and the most trusted of my soldiers went into suspended animation, burying ourselves deep, while our self-programming computer systems wormed their way into your own data networks, monitoring your world for the perfect time for our awakening, a time when your military forces would be at their lowest ebb, and unable to resist a properly disciplined force like mine.”

The pale human parted his legs a little wider, gesturing carelessly to his smooth, throbbing erection, pulsing with the strange fluids being pumped into it from the numerous life support devices attached to the throne on which he sat. The circumcised pink glans of his penis looked as though it were bulging before Sally’s eyes, and she found it terribly hard to look away.

“This time, I don’t plan on simply wiping you out. As the quisling humans have demonstrated, we can interbreed with you. So, for the entire time I’ve been in suspended animation, I’ve had the machines monitoring me also make changes to my body, enhancing my physicality, and also my virility. They’ve done the same for my still-sleeping comrades as well. Now you see the final stage of the treatments I’ve been undergoing. After so long in stasis, the process of awakening has been a slow one, and I’ve had to remain attached to this throne. Finally, however, I near the last stages of my rejuvenation…just in time for you to experience the full effects of my enhancements.”

Lips curling in another cruel smile, the pale man motioned to his massive shaft almost casually – though it was hard to call anything related to that smooth, swollen bludgeon “casual” in any sense!.

“I intend to breed a new, improved race of native Mobians. One properly infused with the seed of we higher beings, the true humans.” His eyes narrowed as they fixed on Sally, and she felt her heart start to beat faster in her chest, even as she felt a spot deep inside her belly, a primal and instinctive spot beyond her conscious control, flutter involuntarily at the attention from this obviously magnificent male specimen. “Starting with the one person who might be able to organize an effective resistance against my forces: Princess Sally Acorn!”

Suddenly feeling the powerful grip of the wiry, mean-looking hyena with the long, spiky brown hair, and the spotty grey male who’d carried her there in the first place taking hold of her shoulders, Sally began to struggle, her blue eyes wide in horror at the realization of what this beast was about to do to her.

“Nnnnn!” she cried out into her gag, pushing futilely back against the far stronger males as they dragged her toward the throne and the immense cock of its occupant, even as he casually detached the tubes that had been feeding fluids into his genitalia and let them drop, still leaking slightly, to the side of the throne.

“Of course this is being recorded for posterity,” the pale man stated with the calm cruelty of someone who knows how easy it is to ruin the lives of others, smirking with amusement at the host of frankly adorable noises poor Princess Sally was making as the hyenas brought her right up to the foot of the throne, so that she was at eye level with that immense, smooth organ. “And for presenting to the rest of our prisoners, so that they understand just how futile resistance really is. After all,” he reached out with one long-fingered hand, stroking over Sally’s breasts, teasing a fingertip into the indentation of her navel, and finally cupping her pubis with a light, wicked chuckle, “when they see the breeding of their beloved princess, I doubt any of them will retain the will to oppose me when it comes time to be their turn. Especially when they see how much she enjoys what happens to her. On that note,” he lifted his hand, the fingers glistening (much to Sally’s shame) with her slick moisture, “prepare this slut for her fate,” he commanded the Nasty Hyenas. “While I find orally servicing a female to be distasteful, and an animal female like yourself even more so, I admit that watching your kind in the throes of forced ecstasy has a charm all its own.” He wrapped the hand around the base of his long, smooth shaft, giving it a light squeeze, even as Sally turned her head in rising panic as the other four hyenas in the gang started crowding in close around her. “And, of course, having your small body properly prepared will make fitting myself into you that much easier.”

“MMMMMM!” wailed Sally as the alpha female’s hands stroked upward through her fur, baring her full, dark pink nipples, normally hidden beneath her fur, and then greedily latched onto one of them, slurping hungrily on the tasty teat. While the young princess writhed, her hands twisting behind her back, her head tilting back as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut, the short, squat ‘yena with the nose piercing wrapped his big, blunt muzzle around her other nipple, a look of pure, satisfied bliss on his face as he suckled on Sally’s erect flesh.

Trembling on her feet, Sally’s blue eyes opened slightly, looking up toward the cave ceiling, as though trying to beg some deity for help. But the tough hands of the big grey hyena who’d carried her there stroked down her supple back, tracing the lines of the dimples to either side of her little tail, before gripping her perfectly-formed buns in his huge palms, squeezing then between his fingers, then spreading them apart, making poor Sally whine at how exposed this made her feel, the impossibly tight little ring of her tailhole so cruelly laid bare to his view. The broad-shouldered brute just chuckled at the sight, licking his chops to keep from drooling too much, while he leaned forward to rest his square chin on her slender shoulder.

“Once the boss is all done with ya,” he rumbled, low and growly in the teenage ground squirrel’s ear, letting her feel the full, throbbing weight of his almost grotesquely-sized cock as he rubbed it against the supple swell of her bottom, “he’s gonna let us have the ‘leftovers.’” His broad tongue flicked out, lapping Sally’s cheek, before he made her shudder as he nibbled the crook of her neck. “You’ve gonna have his babies first, sure, but after you’ve popped out the first two or three smoothskins, then we’ll make sure you’ll squirt out spotty-furred hyenababies full-time…for the resta yer life!”

“You’ll love it, too,” growled the almost handsome, brown-furred hyena as he and the sleepy-eyed, skinny hyena knelt by Sally’s sides, their roughened hands caressing her belly, before they leaned in and started to lick their way up and down the helpless teen’s taut tummy, all the way from right below her plump, still-budding breasts, right down to the slight mound of her pubis, stopping just shy of the now-almost painfully puffy folds of her pussy. “Every…last…moment,” he added, punctuating each word by curling his hand slowly down into those flawless folds, before digging them in and up with a rapid, energetic pace, making the princess’ hips start to jerk in short, frantic motions, the muscles of her toned belly standing out through her fur as she screamed desperately into her gag, beautiful blue eyes wide, while drool trickled out the corners of her mouth.

“Heh, not a virgin,” the handsome hyena quipped with a chuckle, shared by all his comrades, lifting the fingers that had brought Sally Acorn to orgasm, and licking them clean with obvious relish. “That blue hedgehog she’s always with musta gotten pretty lucky to pop a cherry as fine as hers musta been.”

That comment just made Sally’s cheeks flush even more deeply, a flush that made its way right up to the insides of her ears. The words were especially embarrassing because they weren’t true: Sonic hadn’t been the one to deflower the royal vagina. No, that honor had gone to Griff, the caprine leader of Lower Mobius! He’d been older than her, and obviously more experienced, and as charming as he was good-looking. More than all of that, though, he was the first attractive man in her life who’d seemed to be more focused on her than on himself. So when she’d invited him to stay the night in Knothole, he’d rather easily talked his way into her bed, and Sally had to admit, the experience had been good, good enough to send her right off to sleep (which, unfortunately, had been Griff’s plan all along, something that Sally filed under the ‘regrets’ category of her life). Highly educational as well, and not just for her, as it turned out: Sonic actually started to be less self-centered after he realized how easily he could lose the princess if he didn’t start showing her the proper attention. At the same time, Sally had become more mature, and not just sexually.

What Sally couldn’t know, of course, was that neither Amy Rose nor Mina Mongoose were virgins either, a thought that popped into both their heads the moment they heard the handsome hyena’s declaration, their cheeks growing a bright red at almost the same time, while they shared a brief glance, before hastily turning away. Unlike her, however, they’d both had their first times with Sonic the Hedgehog, who had very much learned his lesson after that near-miss with Griff.

With both of her friends still watching, Sally whimpered loudly as the broad-shouldered brute behind her started licking his way down her spine, turning to look at him pleadingly, shaking her head as she tried to convey her begging without words: no, please, not that. She’d had Nicole record her first time with Griff as a holographic display, so she could see it from all angles later on, and as the grey-furred hyena knelt, chuckling wickedly, along with his comrades, at what he planned on doing to the poor princess despite her desires, the memory of that recording came back to her in stark detail, detail that only got more intense as the big male’s breath steamed against her tiny tailhole. As the hyena’s tongue slithered out, teasing against her little rear rosebud, she recalled gripping the bedsheet beneath her until her knuckles turned white, biting her lip to keep from screaming and telling all of Knothole what Griff was doing to her as his hips smacked her taut, rounded buns, making them bounce with every impact as he thrust into her from the rear. Griff had a slender penis, long but not so thick that it was terribly uncomfortable for Sally, even on her first time, and it was because he hadn’t been so intimidating that she’d allowed him to pop her anal cherry as well, after he’d let her be the one on top at the start, deflowering herself by sinking her very well-prepared cunny down onto his upthrust cock as he lay on his back, and let the eager young princess ride him like a cowgirl.

Then the handsome hyena squeezed his fingers back into Sally’s clenching cunny, while the tall, slim hyena leaned in to start licking her poor, aching clitty, looking up at her with those sleepy eyes of his the whole time, and Sally’s memories of that wonderful night were shattered by a loud scream into her gag, her eyes wide but utterly unseeing. This was too much! There was just too much stimulation! She couldn’t think…couldn’t…couldn’t breathe!

“All right,” stated the lean, long-haired hyena with the mean face as he stepped forward, brandishing a strange device that looked something like a defibrillator’s paddle, with a smooth metal surface glistening with some sort of conducting medium, attached to a battery storage unit. “Time to get this show on the road, people. Give me some room!”

Even the she-‘yena listened to the short, skinny guy, though they made sure to keep a grip on Sally’s arms, keeping her from just collapsing to her knees as the greasy-haired hyena pressed the cool metal right into the spot between the pit of Sally’s flat stomach and the beginning of her pubic mound. He grinned nastily right in Sally’s face, before he looked down at the device, frowning in concentration, baring his sharp teeth unconsciously as he fiddled with the controls.

“Brace yourself, girly,” he chortled nastily as the machine started to whine dangerously, a monitor on the side showing power building up. “This is gonna smart!”

WHUMP!

Almost bending double as she felt the wind knocked out of her, Sally blinked several times, before shaking her head. What was that thing? And why had it been used?

Moments later, Sally blinked one more time, then looked around at the hyenas with a feeling of rising dread, even as her whole body started to feel…warmer. They just grinned back, all the males starting to lick their chops now, desperately trying to control their eager drooling. Their mouths weren’t the only part of them drooling, either, for every one of those bestial bikers – the alpha female included! – was soon sporting a very proud and prominent erection. No wonder none of the Nasty Hyenas wore pants: with cocks that big, pants would have just gotten ripped right open!

“Give the others a shock from the ovarian stimulator as well,” the tall, pale human told the greasy hyena imperiously, motioning to Amy and Mina with a casual air, before turning his finger in a circle. “Then position them all on all-fours, facing away from me: I wish to get close-ups of their perineal portions, to better show the other slaves what will happen to each of them. To show them all that their fates are utterly inevitable…and that they will enjoy it, whether they want to or not.”

With a start at these words, Sally’s blue eyes darted up, to one of the many monitors. She was on it! Just like the human fiend had said, he’d been videoing everything that had been done to her so far! Shaking her head, which was already starting to feel fuzzy, her thinking growing more muddled, while her belly started to feel as though it were glowing with an inner blaze, Sally did her best to resist the two strong hyenas holding her shoulders as they turned her around. It was useless, of course, especially since the same effects that were hitting her also made her limbs feel so wobbly and weak, especially her legs. She could barely keep standing! Being pushed to her knees, and then having her cheek shoved to the cool stone of the cave, was almost a relief…except in this position, she was even more exposed. That wicked human could see everything! So could the cameras, Sally realized with a soft, despairing whimper, before she looked up, and felt her despair double as she saw her perfect, heart-shaped bottom thrust straight toward the camera, the tiny pink dot of her tailhole just barely visible. On the other hand, the pink folds of her inner labia were very visible, standing out clear and proud from the soft, short fur of her outer labia, which normally kept her pudenda hidden from view. Now, though, as the strange heat inside of her grew steadily more intense, the fire seemed to leap to her girl parts, making them start to ache, and at the same time making them grow more flushed, more swollen, turning from their usual lovely, delicate pink to a darker, more clearly visible light red.

Even as she was starting to squirm, desperately wishing that she didn’t look so shameful on the monitor display, so…so slutty, with the way her presented buns were wiggling for the cameras like a bitch in heat, her juices matting down the fur of her inner thighs as they flowed freely, Sally heard the cries of her comrades, Mina’s more husky, as was to be expected from a talented singer with trained control over her voice, while Amy’s was even more high-pitched than Sally’s. As she heard those cries, and realized that the other girls had just gotten the same treatment she’d just received, Sally realized that her thoughts of non-anthropomorphic female dogs in estrus wasn’t inaccurate: they’d all just been on the receiving end of a device that was made to induce ovulation. More than that, it was made to awaken some of the deepest, darkest, most heavily-buried instincts of a Mobian girl’s prehistoric past, turning on some inner trigger that Sally had felt awakened once before, when Griff had been pounding her while she lay on her side, one leg squeezed tight against his chest, while the other kicked and thrashed between his knees on her bed. Except now, rather than acting as an aide to helping her enjoy sex in ways no human girl could really completely experience, those instincts were growing into a raging wildfire, completely out of control.

What the evil human mastermind had said was almost surely true, Sally realized with a sinking horror as Mina and Amy gave a grunt when they were positioned to either side of her, right and left respectively, their bare booties appearing on the screen above them along with hers: whatever they might think about it with the civilized parts of their minds, their instincts had quite different plans for their bodies. They were going to enjoy what was about to be done to them. Enjoy it, and crave more! Robotnik had once had an ovarian stimulator, Sally remembered, and he’d planned on using it on her during one of the times he’d taken her prisoner, to turn her into a slave to his grotesque lusts; thank the stars she’d been saved by Sonic before that had happened! But the experience had led her to investigate the device more thoroughly when she’d had time alone with Nicole, and the knowledge she now had only made it clear to her how utterly doomed they all were.

“Woowee!” exclaimed the short, broad hyena as he straddled Amy’s waist like a cowboy, but facing in the wrong direction, his big, rough hands immediately going to her firm and nicely-shaped pink hiney, while his stubby-but-thick cock rubbed against her pointy tail, dripping precum down into the crease of her tushie. “This here’s my favorite position, too, all-fours like doggies! I mean, lookit these sweet pussies!” Amy squealed as he squeezed her rounded buns – slightly more bootylicious than Sally’s, actually, but more bouncy and a bit less toned and firm than those of the princess – then spread them wide apart, showing off the lighter flesh-toned treasure tail that clearly highlighted the clenched pucker of her anal rosebud as well as the nearly straight vertical lines of her labia, now grown painfully flushed, and all of it on total display for the big monitor above them. “These little hotties are more’n ready for a good old-fashioned humpin’!”

While the big little freak bent over, all the better to mash his muzzle right up against Amy Rose’s even pinker parts, which soon had her squeals increasing in both volume and frequency as he happily got back to work making the poor girl wriggle and squirm with a rapidfire lapping that was all over the place with his joyful eagerness for the task, the tall, thin hyena took a similar position over Mina Mongoose’s lower back, though he didn’t rest much of his weight on her. His touch was a lot more gentle, too, almost tender as he slowly peeled the yellow-furred girl’s plump pussy lips apart, smiling in his usual happy, sleepy way down at the moist treasures he’d exposed, before covering them with one hand, arching his palm into Mina’s dampness.

“Didn’t mean to hurt yer feelin’s before,” he said by way of apology. “I figgerred we’d all be havin’ lotsa fun with you once we gotcha back to our little hidey-hole, so I didn’t wanna spoil things by gettin’ started too early. But my bro’s right: skinny girls like you’re extra tight. Don’t you worry, though: I’ll be nice’n gentle with you…at least when it’s our turn to play.”

While the green eyes of both her companions were fixed straight ahead, wide and staring at nothing in particular as their respective molesters gave them some proper preparation (Mina especially, as the tall thin ‘yena started to rim her out – and he was good at it, too! – working his tongue gently into the tiny creases of her anal ring, then with steadily more force, opening her up with gradual, irresistible pressure), Sally’s blue eyes fixed on the monitor. Her friends were bucking, their bottoms gyrating from side-to-side, but only a little, confined by the powerful hands of the hyenas molesting them. Amy’s and Mina’s little cunnies were clearly visible, and stayed so even when the other hyena boys closed in, the camera angle shifting slightly to keep those delicate bits in view while tongue after tongue curled up into gooey, heat-swollen folds, coming away soaked in the needy juices of their victims. And the sounds…they were obscene! In her heart, Sally knew that the cameras were transmitting those sounds along with the video feed, of the wet, luscious slurping of greedy male tongues over (and into) defenseless, hyper-sensitive female flesh, and perhaps even more overwhelming, the cries of Amy and Mina themselves as pleasure was forced upon them, in quantity and quality beyond any sane girl to resist.

Then Sally’s own eyes grew huge as she saw the she-‘yena kneeling behind her, and her gaze fixed on the massive cock the other female was sporting – it was bigger than those of the boys who worked for her!

“Now ya see why I’m the alpha of this gang,” laughed the alpha female, giving Sally’s bottom a playful spank before seizing tight hold of her buns, keeping the poor princess from wriggling out of the way as the tall, muscular female slotted herself into place. “Yeah…I don’t think the boss’ll mind if I loosen you up a bit, either. Big as he is, you’ll need it, and it’s not like there’s any danger of me knocking you up.”

Daring a look over her shoulder, Sally actually caught the eyes of the pale human on the throne. He only smirked, then motioned with one hand: he’d given his permission! The she-‘yena saw it too, and she grinned like a true beast as she held Sally’s tight buns steady, gyrating her own hips as she rubbed her rigid faux-cock against Sally’s heavily-leaking quim.

“Brace yerself, hot stuff,” laughed the hyena in eager glee. “I’m gonna pound the royal cunt like there’s no tomorrow!”

“MMMMMMMM!” Sally frankly screamed into her gag, her whole body jerking, the muscles of her belly standing out clearly, as did the dimples of her bum, as an orgasm hit her like the blow of a hammer, right as the powerful alpha female’s thick phallus plunged into her inner depths, stopped only just barely shy of bumping against Sally’s cervix. “Mmm…mmm…mmm…mmm,” she began to gasp out, her eyes rolling upward as the other female picked up her pace, drooling over Sally’s back as she began panting hard.

“Oh yeah,” growled out the she-‘yena, her voice tight, tense with passion. “Oh yeah…it’s all true what they say about princess pussy. No, it’s not true at all – it’s better’n what they said!” With a wild ululation, the red-haired female kicked up her pace, letting her own head fall back as she continued to pant, desperate for air, her firm, almost masculine bottom clenching, tail hiked high, baring her own tailhole and gushing cunny as she worked her hips at a frantic pace, not able to hold herself back any longer. “Royal pussy is the best!”

With those words, the she-‘yena suddenly froze, trembling, buried to the hilt in Sally Acorn’s cunny. Sally was trembling all over as well, her eyes squeezing tightly shut. Her innermost self didn’t feel the deep satisfaction that could only come from the quenching splash of a male’s semen, but her sex was clenching greedily around that big, juicy clit-cock that was so common (though not universal) among female hyenas on Mobius, one of their most unique traits. And when the she-‘yena jerked herself back with gritted teeth, crying out at the sudden shock of having her phallus exposed to the relative chill of the cave once more, Sally also cried out, shuddering in yet another orgasm as her inner walls pulsed, hungry for the next cock, unsatisfied with what hadn’t been given by the other female, tailhole quivering with the force of the contractions that shook the young ground squirrel’s whole inner self.

What a sight they had to make! Despite herself, Sally couldn’t help but look up as the hyenas suddenly stepped away (the full import of that act not quite hitting her in her aftershocks of her recent string of orgasms). There on the monitor were three lovely girlish bottoms, all lined up, each of them perfect in their own way. There was Amy’s phat pink booty, squeezable and bouncy, the perfect sort of butt for you to just grab onto and ride like there was no tomorrow. Her fur looked almost like a second skin, it was so sleek and light, and Sally knew as she brushed against it from the side that, despite the common belief that hedgehogs were spiny all over, Amy’s fur was as soft as fine velvet everywhere except for the well-groomed spines that served as her hair, their stiffness allowing Amy to never have to really worry about it getting mussed.

Then there was Sally’s brown-furred bottom, her fur a well-groomed, almost glowing chestnut color. Hers was the sort of rear end you would expect from royalty, her hourglass figure the product of generations of careful selective breeding, while her trimly-toned musculature was the result of almost her whole life spent living in the rough, following the rugged path of the freedom fighter, always on the go, always working constantly to stay one step ahead of her foes, while at the same time looking for that perfect opportunity to strike a blow that would count. Where Amy was slender in the right places, and Mina was on the skinny side (though not unhealthily so), Sally’s body was toned, firm, and her bottom was similarly flawless. Hers were the sort of buns you could squeeze all day, or use as a nice, firm pillow. Or you could bounce a coin off of them if you were especially daring, though doing so when Sally was in any condition to go chasing after you was generally not recommended: another major reason her butt was so fine was that she’d been well-trained in the art of kicking those of others!

Finally, Mina Mongoose, blushing in her bare-naked birthday suit, all yellow fur and long lilac hair flowing down around her shoulders in exquisite waves of glory. Hers was a deceptively delicate hiney, trim and small. While at present her figure was skinny, almost boyish, now that Sally was taking the time to notice, she could tell that the yellow-furred teen would blossom into a willowy beauty in a very short time. Her breasts would probably stay small and cute, but that was hardly a bad thing, now was it? With her brain still fuzzy from her recent orgasms, Sally didn’t feel her usual self-censoring kick in as she admired her fellow girl’s body, and considered what those lovely pink nipples would taste like, so sharply-contrasted against the uniform bright, cheerful yellow of the rest of her sleek, well-groomed fur. The mongoose girl’s booty was small and cute, just like her breasts, and Sally had to admit, under other circumstances, if she didn’t have to act the part of stuffy royalty, she wouldn’t mind giving those sweet buns some proper love and attention. Skinny as it was, Mina’s tush would need some gentle treatment – no rough stuff when she didn’t have enough meat on her to absorb it – but somehow Sally just knew that holding back a bit would make it all worth it, the way the other girl’s eyes showed so expressively through her long, wavy, beautiful lilac hair making it obvious at a glance that she was very sensitive indeed. Her precious “poor me” expression after he group molestation from the hyenas was enough of a turn-on that Sally felt like abusing the adorable little mustelid next!

Wishing so badly that she could just reach out and…touch her friends in their exposed, vulnerable states, and…do what she wasn’t quite sure, but there were urges deep within the young princess that fairly demanded to be satisfied, it was hardly any wonder that Sally didn’t see the tall, pale human man stand up from his throne, brushing aside the various wires and tubes that were attached to him, letting them tumble to the cave floor, sparking or spurting strange fluids. The hyenas noticed, though, and immediately backed away from their three lovely playmates, giving the towering man plenty of room for his amusement.

Truthfully, Sally didn’t notice that her doom was nigh until she felt the massive hands of the muscular man close on her upturned tushie.

Gasping through her gag, Sally turned her head, blue eyes meeting the washed-out ones of the enhanced male behind her. Then her eyes flicked up to the monitor, widening at the sight of prominent erection, already prodding her taut buns, leaving little droplets of precum where he touched her fur. The swollen head of that smooth human erection teased down the crease of her bottom, hinting at how easy it would be for him to penetrate Sally’s tailhole if and when he so chose, the implication enough to make her whimper. But then he let the weight of that full, rounded glans, almost as pale as the rest of him, tap Sally’s labia, and her whole body stiffened as she sucked in her breath.

Looking behind her, Sally tried to articulate her request that the large and powerful human behind her not force his penis into her vagina. That was how she tried to formulate it in her mind, too: a calm and well-reasoned argument, explaining her position on the subject, vis-à-vis, of her being mated, and the relative merits of her proposal that he refrain from such ill treatment of the royal person, due to the ill likelihood of his cause’s ultimate success.

All those rational thoughts, however, were batted away as the alpha female leaned beneath her to start flicking her tongue over Sally’s clitty, making her whole body jerk into total, rigid tension. A moment later, the human started rubbing his throbbing erection up and down Sally’s cunny, her juices soon flowing down its length as he nudged the tip just inside her puffy outer lips. Unable to stop herself, Sally changed her tone from one of a rhetorical argument to a desperate plea. However frantically she begged, though, the ball gag in her mouth turned it to insensate sounds, noises that did little except enflame her captor all the more – Sally knew just how desperate she sounded, and just how much of a turn-on those noises had to be, but she just couldn’t help herself! She couldn’t stop her pleading cries any more than she could stop the squeals that were forced from her throat when he rubbed his cock directly against her clitorisover and over and over again, the she-‘yena moving out of the way to better watch the fun from the sidelines, until her tummy muscles were standing out clearly through her fur again, as were the well-defined muscles of her heart-shaped bottom.

As noisy as she’d been under the force of so much teasing and preparation, then, it came as something of a surprise to everyone when, as the human thrust his girthy length of his immense manhood into the royal quim, taking so very, very long to get his hips squeezed up against her upturned buns, his balls against her clitoris, he was so very big, that Sally went completely silent. All she could do was stare straight ahead in shock, her body a study of absolute tension, so powerful that it had frozen her whole body into immobility. She could feel him inside of her, feel every little fingerspan of that impossibly massive shaft, its smoothness so strange, so alien-feeling inside of her…and yet so right as well. Whatever her conscious mind might have thought about being raped by this alien from another world and another time, her instincts recognized a powerful, dominant male, the perfect breeding partner to produce strong, healthy offspring that would enhance the fitness of the species as a whole. Those same instincts were what struck Sally with pleasure as powerful as the blow of a hammer, and after almost a minute after the human warlord’s smooth shaft had bottomed out inside of her, she began a high-pitched keening, her back arching, hands clenched into tight fists as she started a single, continuous orgasm, one that soon seemed to Sally Acorn as though it would never end!

Smiling cruelly down at his writhing victim, the tall and well-built human started to move his hips, thrusting with a steady pace. He wasn’t rushed, but at the same time he didn’t spend too much time savoring the moment either. No, he was focused on multiple goals with his breeding of the young princess, from siring his “perfect race” on her, to increasing the ranks of his potential soldiers, to simply dominating the royalty of Mobius, bending their chief officer permanently to his will. With these goals in mind, the pale man gyrated his hips as he thrust, making his cock corkscrew in and out of the too-tight cunny of the princess, already stretched right to its limits, made almost into a perfect oval with white-tinged edges where her body had simply reached its capacity.

Heavy-lidded eyes sank lower as Sally moaned into her gag, micro-tremors occasionally breaking up the continuous orgasm that she was presently enduring. This human monster was hitting her deepest points! Nobody had ever…oh! OH! OOOOH!

How was he not tearing her apart?

The thought occurred to Sally, but only briefly. There must be something in his precum (one of the many words and phrases she’d learned from Griff, and later on from others in her youthful sexual experimentation, like the handsome skunk, Geoffrey St. John). Or maybe he’d injected her with something or flashed her with some rays when she hadn’t been paying attention; it wouldn’t have been hard, not with all the many distractions she’d been enduring thus far! But the question was a valid one, and more than valid as Sally felt the big man’s penis bumping her innermost self, right up beneath her ribcage. He had to be thrusting straight into her womb! That deep, and she hadn’t even noticed the penetration of her cervix, when just having it bumped had always caused her such discomfort in the past.

All thoughts ceased, though, shattered into millions of little shards, as the well-muscled man started to thrust faster, rougher now, not holding himself back. Unable to resist looking up at the monitor, Sally saw a flushed, orgasming slut, her whole body riven with the spasms of pleasure more powerful than her conscious mind could endure. Those blue eyes were empty, devoid of the will to resist any more, while her flawless, heart-shaped bottom bounced, jiggling in a way that Sally had to admit was as mesmerizing as it was arousing, seeing herself in an objective light. Speaking of light, that was all Sally could see, her hearing filling with the mighty roar of the red tide pumped by her own heart as she heard the human’s soft grunt, right before she felt the spark of his cum splashing inside of her, filling her almost instantly to overflowing.

With hardly a pause, the brute of a man pulled his penis out with an audible “pop,” though he did hesitate for a short few moments to admire his handiwork, looking down at the well-creamed cunny of the young princess. He’d nicely wrecked the little Mobian cutie’s quim, all right, and despite his professional demeanor, couldn’t help but feel a slight surge of pride at knowing how thorough a job he’d done on her. Ah, but now wasn’t the time to linger too long on past accomplishments: there were greater things ahead! Not least of which was hastening the process of fertilizing the royal eggs…

As soon as Sally felt the massive head of that heavy human cock nudging against the tiny pink pucker of her tailhole, her eyes widened in frantic panic.

“Mmmm!” she wailed, and put all her remaining energy into jerking her firm young bottom out of the big man’s grasp. “Mmm mmmm mmmmm! Mmm mmmm…”

Ignoring the pubescent princess’ struggles with a cruel smile, the human warlord gripped Sally’s buns firmly in his powerful hands, and lifted himself slightly, rising onto one knee, so that he had the advantage of gravity on his side. The smooth glans of his penis crinkled at the sheer tightness of his target as the resisting teenager clenched with all her might, trying with her final effort of will to keep him out.

The effort was all futile, of course. His own bottom tensing as he exerted himself, the big man watched with a sense of immense satisfaction as Princess Sally Acorn’s deliciously tight tailhole flexed, stretched, and then – pop! – parted before the meaty dome of his cocktip.

Wailing loudly in the despair of ultimate violation, poor Sally continued to try and squirm away, but it was far too late by that point, and soon every little reticulation of her tailhole was stretched to complete smoothness, she was being spread so very wide apart as the big man continued to feed his penis into her. This couldn’t…this couldn’t be…this couldn’t be happening, Sally tried to think to herself. The monitor up above showed just how thoroughly she was being split open by this act of cruel sodomy, showing a Technicolor closeup of her wide-stretched tailhole, and the steady thrusts of the man working over her with rough, harsh grunts of eager exertion, each of those thrusts drawing him ever closer to anally hilting himself inside of her.

“The same principal as using a ramrod to load a cannon,” he got out, speaking so that all three of the girls could hear him, and likely the cameras as well. “First I load the ammunition – my sperm. Then I work it in nice and deep, speeding up the work.” He gave Sally’s bottom a rough smack, grinning widely as he did so, his expression of cruelty more deeply set on his face than ever before. “You’ll bear me many fine, strong soldiers…slave!”

At the end, despite all her struggles and resistance, when his heavy goose egg balls slapped against her well-creamed cunny, Sally spasmed all over, orgasm blasting her mind with all the force of an atom bomb.

Despite her mind being overwhelmed with sensations right then, all the same, Sally Acorn didn’t miss the view on another monitor near the one recording the princess’ first fertile breeding. The second monitor showed a simplified version of an ovum…but wait, no: there were two of them. She’d dropped two eggs! Somehow she knew that the monitor was showing a readout of her fertile state, even without being told, albeit in a more cartoonish way, to make the action it showed more obvious by leaving out all the countless squishy bits inside a person. Then the monitor was flooded with frantic, wiggling tadpoles, which thrashed their way toward the two waiting eggs, like peaceful little villages about to be sacked by the barbarian hordes. Their outer walls were no match against so many, that Sally knew with certainty, and she could only watch with despair as the white horde impacted against the outer perimeter of the two double circles of her eggs, outer walls and inner treasures. Impacted, and started to thrash, driven by a primal impetus that was almost too energetic for the weakened teenager to endure watching.

Then first one and then another sperm cell penetrated the outer defenses, and she saw the mighty invaders rush inward, plunging with abandon into the heart of the secret treasures of her womb. At that moment of final penetration, Sally’s whole body jerked with the frighteningly powerful knowledge: she’d been knocked up!

Tailhole still twitching, moaning in post-orgasmic despair as the human pulled himself free, leaving her inner parts feeling so very empty, Sally could only watch, her will battered to near-total annihilation, as the pale man rose and walked to where Amy Rose was positioned, pointed tail thrust almost straight up, forming an exclamation point with her tailhole. The hyenas, Sally saw now that she wasn’t having all her attention lionized by the massive prick in her quim, had been busily lapping on Amy’s cunny, sucking her tits until they were nice and swollen, and the she-‘yena had even dared to start working her tongue against the pink hedgehog’s tailhole. Amy saw him coming, too as the hyenas swiftly moved aside, turning their attentions entirely onto Mina, his penis still glistening from his abuse of the young princess, and started to squeal frantically into her gag, her tailtip waggling back and forth like a speeding car’s antenna as she fought frantically against her bonds, especially the clamps holding her thighs squeezed together, making it hard for her to get her feet under her. Of course, Sally had a pretty good idea of what the poor pink hedgie was trying to say: “No, that’s only for my Sonic! I only want my Sonic’s babies!” One look at her expression, and just a little knowledge of her character, was enough to tell the entire tale.

Cruel as he was, the pale human hardly cared a whit for what Amy wanted. One large, powerful hand came down with a loud smack! on the pink hedgie’s derriere, making her squeal loudly in shock, while her bouncy bottom jiggled. Just as she started to wriggle again, both his hands came down, this time gripping her tightly, keeping her still while he lined himself up. This time, though, his primary target wasn’t the girl’s quim; this time, he wanted her anally!

“MMMMMMM!” wailed Amy as the big man’s cockhead wrinkled for a moment, his shaft bending near the middle, while her little pink tailstar held out. It didn’t last long, though, before his cock suddenly popped straight, plunging right into her bum. “Mmm, mmm, mmm,” she sobbed, even as he started thrusting at a good clip, meaty slaps of flesh-on-fur filling the cave as his balls slapped Amy’s puffy pussy with every hard impact of hips on upturned tushie.

“A little pain, I understand, helps to improve a slave’s ovulation,” the wicked human declared, before reaching forward, seizing hold of Amy’s head quills, pulling her face up, making her look toward the very monitor where Sally’s fertilized eggs were still displayed, now glowing a rosy pink. “Look, and see your fate, little slave.”

Before her eyes, which were starting to fill with tears, Amy saw the screen divide into three, with different-colored lines indicating the separation. The blue border clearly marked Sally’s halfbreed twins, floating close together. On one side, the yellow border contained an empty space, showing what had happened to Mina thus far. And there was Amy’s pink-lined box…and within it, an egg slowly came into view; a simplified, cartoonized version, to be sure, but recognizably hers. Her body was primed, her womb ripened, and now she was just waiting for a healthy sperm cell to find its place inside of her.

“Normally I might be concerned about transmitting infections with such a swift transition from anus to vagina,” the pale man commented with unnerving calmness as he popped his cock free of Amy’s tailhole, leaving her to lie there, cheek against the stone floor for a few moments, before her head jerked up in horror, giving another squeal as he rubbed his girthy prick against her small pink cunny, making sure to work his glans into her just enough to part her labia, making her juices flow out freely, dripping onto the ground. “Fortunately, the treatments that have enhanced my humanity – nay, made me super human – have also made me inviolate to such paltry pests. I cannot even act as a carrier. And so,” Amy wailed into her gag, her white-gloved hands clenched tight behind her back as she thrashed under the pale man, while he casually squeezed his penis into Amy’s quim, hardly even seeming to notice or care about her desperate struggles to resist him as he filled her right up to the brim with ease, “there is nothing to keep me from properly seeding you, my little pink slave.”

Tears swiftly welled in Amy Rose’s green eyes as she shook her head, trying to somehow deny the reality of what was being done to her. Caring not one whit for the hedgehog girl’s suffering, the pale man soon took up a rapid, steady clip, his hips clapping against Amy’s pink buns hard enough that they soon began to turn a bright red. Despite herself, Sally couldn’t resist watching how Amy’s bottom bounced with each impact, her flesh rippling hypnotically with the slaps of smooth human flesh against soft and yielding hedgie fur. Her breasts similarly bobbed, forward and back as she was held down on all-fours, the full pink nipples with their erect tips clearly marking the movements of her bouncy breastflesh. While she wasn’t as well-endowed as Sally Acorn (and neither of them were anywhere as well-endowed as Bunnie Rabbot), Amy Rose wasn’t flat-chested either; under any other circumstances, Sally would have had a lot of fun watching a petite and bouncy-bottomed cutie like Amy getting nailed from behind. Unfortunately, these were the worst sort of circumstances, as Amy began shaking her head harder now, faster, her eyes wide with panic as she felt the first warning shots of precum splashing against the gates of her womb.

“Mmm!” she exclaimed, her cry almost matched by the loudness of the human’s hips smacking her bright red buns. “Mmm! Mmm mmm!” She tried to jerk forward, to somehow dislodge the human invader from her pussy, but he just held on a little tighter, a pitiless smile creasing his features, before he rose up, lifting one leg, all the better to drive his shaft almost straight down into Amy’s cunny. “MMMMMM!”

“Ngh,” grunted the man as he continued to work his hips for a few moments longer, then slowly pulled back, his still-hard shaft popping free, then bouncing in the air as a copious amount of backwash slopped out of poor Amy’s abused slit. “Ahhh,’ he sighed in contentment, rolling her labia apart to better admire his handiwork: a well-creamed headgequim. “I’m always so sensitive after the first orgasm or two, that it’s hardly any wonder I didn’t last so long on the third.” Then he shrugged, giving Amy’s bottom a casual smack just to make her bottom bounce again, hardly paying the monitor any attention as her egg was clearly shown already being besieged by his sperm. “But the fourth…yes, I tend to last quite a while for that.”

Mina whimpered as she looked over her shoulder as the pale man approached, the hyenas who’d been sucking on her pert breasts and cute little cunny quickly moving into the shadows to watch the final fun, his erection not diminished in the slightest. Not seeming to notice her whimper – certainly not caring if he did – the tall man reached down and tucked the skinny yellow mongoose under one arm.

“Grab those two,” he declared imperiously, motioning to the Nasty Hyenas, all of them sporting hefty erections, and most of them eagerly jerking them off while they watched the show. “Bring them over to my throne: I want to do something a little differently for my final seeding of the day.”

Feeling strangely aroused despite her abuse – or perhaps because of it – Sally couldn’t help but watch Mina’s cute little bum as she squirmed feebly in the grip of the much larger male holding her. She could even clearly see the tiny slit of the lilac-haired girl’s tender cunny, and if she hadn’t been gagged, she would have bit her lower lip at the sight: Mina was hot. The princess could see why she was such a popular performer, now that there was time for people to start enjoying music openly again!

As he seated himself back on his throne, the pale man reached up and tapped something on the side of the magnetic manacles holding Mina’s thighs clenched together. Instantly, they released, but it did her little good: as big and strong as he was, the human only had to hold Mina up, letting her dainty feet kick in thin air, unable to get any purchase for her super speed abilities. Chances for her to get that purchase diminished even more as the human slid her down into his arms, tucking his huge hands beneath the backs of her knees, so that her bottom was thrust down, her thighs splayed wide apart, forming an “M” shape. And right at the lowest point, Mina’s bottom was suspended right above the grotesquely huge, marble-smooth penis of the powerfully-built would-be conqueror.

“Release their leg clamps,” he instructed the Nasty Hyenas, who’d already positioned Sally and Amy, both of them still dazed from their recent rape, on their knees in front of the throne. “Then position them, scissor-style, to either side of my penis: I intend to enjoy all three of my new slaves at the same time, while I finish the breeding of this one.”

As he spoke, the pale man set Mina right on top of the thick knob of his cock, letting her weight make her sink down slightly, while he continued to hold her beneath her knees, squeezing them close to her body so that she couldn’t have any opportunity to get away. The helpless little mongoose girl could only watch with a pitiful “poor me” expression as she was held firmly in place, awaiting her fate, about half the head of the human’s glans starting to stretch her open while she watched as her two friends were hoisted up, kicking and struggling, before they were forcibly seated to either side of the big human’s lap, the pillar of his penis right between them.

“Here now, none a’ that,” growled the she-‘yena as Amy and Sally pressed their feet together, pushing themselves apart, giving her boys a nod. “You two need to get nice and friendly-like.”

As rough paws gripped her, Sally could only watch helplessly as she was pushed ever closer to the massive, smooth fleshpole between her legs. Try as she might, most of her energy had already been raped out of her – and Amy had gotten it even worse! – leaving her legs too wobbly to hold out for long. All it took was a slight slip, and she couldn’t restrain a high-pitched cry as her gooey cunny was suddenly squeezed up tight against side of the human giant’s shaft. Amy didn’t fare any better, and soon both teens were “kissing” the swollen shaft with their lower lips, squeezed so tightly together by the eager ‘yenas that their cunnies indented enough that they were almost touching each other.

“That will do,” the human stated, and instantly the hyenas fell back, many of them licking their chops at the show they were about to get to enjoy, keeping to the shadows of the big chamber as much as they could, so as not to remind their boss of their presence, and possibly get themselves thrown out. “Obviously asking you to move of your own volition would be too much,” he continued, glancing down into the blue and green eyes of Sally and Amy, even as he began applying pressure to poor Mina’s waist, squeezing her legs right up alongside her body as he started to push her slowly down. “Fortunately, I have additional resources available besides the crude hands of that pack of hyenas.”

Before either girl could react, metal tentacles lashed out from the rear of the throne, wrapping around their waists, and then their legs, securely binding them in place. The tentacles soon pressed the pair further together, until they both whimpered at the contact with the big man’s hot flesh.

“Now,” the wicked human said as he began to apply his considerable might almost casually to poor Mina’s waist, pressing downward, “we can begin the final breeding.”

“Nnnn!” exclaimed Mina as she began kicking her legs frantically above where she was being gripped below her knees, as though she were trying to run in midair. “Nnn mmm…NNNNN!”

Sss-shlck!

“Mmm,” sighed the human, smiling cruelly as he pushed Mina slowly down onto his cock, all her best struggles unable to stop him from shafting her to the hilt, until her pert little derriere was squeezed against his lap, and her clitty mashed up against his heavy balls. “Pleasantly snug. A pity you’ll have probably trouble giving birth with such narrow hips, but,” he chuckled as he started lifting Mina once more, her eyes still wide and staring in the shock of that initial first penetration, “I suppose the suffering of that event will help to better break your spirit more…permanently.”

As he finished speaking, the pale man started to work his hips, rising up in his seat as he did so, slowly at first, but soon picking up speed. At the same time, he pumped Mina up and down in time with his thrusts, her far smaller body looking almost like a furry condom as she was stretched so widely on that ridiculously massive prick. Held as close as she was, Sally could swear that she saw the human’s cock making poor Mina’s tummy swell up like a balloon with every thrust!

That closeness was getting to both Sally and Amy as well: suspended as they were, held fast in the grip of the metal tentacles, they could do little except cry out into their gags, moaning at first, but soon growing steadily more vociferous as they were pressed tightly against the sides of the human’s rigid member while he worked himself up and down, rasping against their pussy lips as though he were trying to start a fire! In spite of her personal wishes, Sally felt her cunny growing flushed with arousal, could see her slickness coating the human’s shaft, leaving it glistening right before it plunged into Mina’s mongoose muff, and knew that she’d cum again soon. She also knew that Amy wasn’t faring any better, as the other girl’s high-pitched cries easily attested, as well as the uniform slickness of their human captor’s cock with each and every breast-jiggling thrust into Mina’s tender cunny.

“You should all be honored,” the human got out, his voice sounding tense, as he began to shorten his thrusts, while at the same time letting the metal tentacles lift Sally and Amy a little higher, so that their clitties brushed against the sides of Mina’s bottom with every time he pulled her down onto his penis, until all three girls were almost equally involuntarily aroused. “Most of the slaves here I’ll simply use as common labor, when they’re not pumping out new soldiers for my army of domination. But you three, I’ll use more intimately. The princess will have a place at my side…as a table for resting my meals and refreshments when I begin taking solid food once more. The pink hedgehog’s plush bottom will serve nicely as a footstool. And, of course, the lithe little mongoose will be my message runner.” He chuckled nastily as he began working Mina up and down on his cock even faster, making the tiny pink nipples of her breasts jiggle so fast, they were blurred. “Of course, I’ll make allowances for slower delivery times while she’s carrying my offspring. I am, after all, a merciful master, and I recognize how hard it can be to run when your belly is so…so…ngh!”

Gritting his teeth, the human shortened his thrusts even more, keeping just the head of his penis buried inside Mina’s yellow cunny, while he worked his hips at a breakneck pace, making all three girls cry out at once as they came despite themselves. And Mina came hardest of all, her inner walls spasming as they were hosed down with copious dollops of cum, the hormones in the man’s semen setting off a chain reaction of tremors inside her, intended by nature to cause her body to assist all the more in drawing the sperm up toward her waiting eggs, lessening their swim somewhat.

Then all three girls were tumbled onto the floor at the human’s feet, while he rose from his throne, stroking his cock with a frantic pace. With a final, triumphant “Grah!” he sprayed the last dregs of his cum over each girl’s upturned tushie, painting their bottoms with white.

“Huff,” panted the big man, collapsing back into his throne, the many wires and tubes that he’d discarded before now animating of their own volition, and inserting themselves back into his body. “That…was draining. Satisfying, but it’s taken more of my resources than I anticipated.” He motioned to the Nasty Hyenas, who quickly moved out of the shadows of the room to respond to his desires. “Take these three to the incubation chambers, to hasten their pregnancies to their natural conclusions as quickly as possible. You may wear them out some more if you wish, to ensure that they won’t have enough energy to make any foolish attempts at escape. I meanwhile, must rest and recover. Tomorrow, after my vital energies have been replenished, I will seed three more of the slaves we have imprisoned. But, for now,” he slumped back in the great techno-throne, visibly exhausted, “I shall rest. Dismissed.”

Sally was still blinking as she recovered from the forced orgasm she’d just endured when the rough hands of the Nasty Hyenas were upon her once more, lifting her and her two friends to their wobbly legs.

“You heard the man,” the greasy, long-haired hyena chortled as he gave Mina a light shove in front of him, all the girls now required to walk, since their legs were no longer manacles. “Get movin’, cuties!”

“Now we get to have our fun,” laughed the short, pierce-nosed hyena, a laugh shared by all the Nasty Hyenas together as they took their three prisoners deeper into the caves.

*

“N-no,” Amy whined as she turned her head, squeezing both eyes shut as the handsome brown hyena tried to put his cock in her mouth.

“None ‘a that,” he chuckled, smearing his precum against her cheek, before deftly pinching the pink hedgie’s small nose shut. Eyes going wide at this dirty trick, Amy didn’t hold out for long before she was forced to open her mouth with a gasp for breath…and the moment she did, he deftly popped his penis inside.

They had to make a shameful sight, Sally knew. Shameful, and highly erotic, all three girls lined up on their knees, the dimples to either side of their tails flexing and clearly visible as they all bobbed their heads, Sally and Mina willingly – or at least without resisting, neither of them seeing the point – while Amy had to be forced, the big brown-furred male’s hands gripping her head right behind her ears, her cute little nose all scrunched up in disgust. They’d been ungagged almost the moment they were dragged into the back room, bare except for what looked like a set of high-tech tanning beds near the far wall, and the Nasty Hyenas had gotten straight to putting the now-free mouths of the three little slavegirls to work.

For her part, Sally felt she wasn’t too badly off. Her mouth wasn’t cramping up, like it sometimes did when she went down on Rotor: that walrus was hung! Even Bunnie tended to give him boobjobs when given the option, or work together with Sally to keep the well-endowed walrus nice and happy, his hefty teenaged erection squished pleasantly between the two girls’ breasts (the other option being anal sex, of which the pervy mechanic never seemed able to get enough; after all, keeping your tech specialist happy just seemed like a good idea). The she-‘yena, meanwhile, was long, which was what had intimidated Sally at first, but her thickness was a bit less than Sonic. While she did set off Sally’s gag reflex occasionally, when she thrust a little too deeply, overall Sally had to admit that the experience wasn’t especially unpleasant. The alpha female even seemed to be trying not to stuff Sally’s cute little muzzle too roughly, letting the young princess do her best without interference, often looking up at the taller, more muscular woman with wide blue eyes, to make sure she was doing a good enough job.

On the other side of Amy, who was in the middle, and obviously had her poor mouth stretched right to capacity by the thick length of juicy hyenameat being shafted between her lips, Mina looked up shyly at the sleepy-eyed hyena, her green eyes showing her uncertainty and eagerness to please. While she was a star on the stage, the skinny teen was quite shy when she was up-close with a real person, and her only prior experiences with oral sex had been two or three blowjobs given to Sonic, and those had been hasty quickies on the sly. Forgetting for a while that she was being forced (which wasn’t all that hard: the Nasty Hyenas weren’t all that bad, for the most part, even if they had a pretty mean boss; even the handsome hyena violating Amy’s muzzle didn’t seem to be all that rough about it, obviously not trying to hurt her), her brow furrowed slightly beneath her lilac-colored bangs while she puzzled out how to give the tall, slim ‘yena her best blowjob skills, trying out new techniques she’d read about, like circling his corona with her tongue, or “popping” her lips on the very tip between deep plunges all the way down to his furry groin, until her chin hit his balls. The skinny hyena seemed content to let the yellow-furred pop star do her own thing, just resting one lanky hand on the top of her head, right between her ears as he watched her working with a contented smile.

“Woo-ee!” the short, broad hyena with the nose piercing suddenly exclaimed, stepping up behind Amy to take hold of her round pink tushie, hiking it up until she was on all-fours, her green eyes growing very wide indeed as she realized how precarious her position was, held in place mostly by the cock in her mouth and the hands on her bum, thanks to her wrists still being shackled behind her back. “I can’t take watchin’ anymore: I gotta have me some ‘a this fine pink booty!”

“Mmmm!” Amy protested, eyes widened but unseeing as the short male crammed his erection – shorter than that of the other Nasty Hyenas, but thick – into her tailhole, dotting the exclamation point of her tail nicely.

“Ooh yeah!” exulted the broad little male, pausing just a moment to savor the feeling of the young hedgehog girl’s tailhole clenching down on him, before he started a brisk thrusting pace. “These are some sweet buns!”

While Amy’s bottom bounced, her breasts jiggling beneath her, forward and back with every thrust of the two males now spitroasting her, Sally and Mina traded a look as they heard the other two hyenas approaching them from behind. Knowing there was no point in resisting, they allowed themselves to be repositioned, the big grey hyena squeezing and then rolling Sally’s flawless, heart-shaped bottom between his calloused hands, while the lean, greasy ‘yena drooled over Mina’s skinny tush, licking his chops as he spread her cunny lips wide with his thumbs.

“That’s a fine piece of mongoose pussy,” he chuckled, arching his hips forward, his slim shaft (almost as long as that of the she-‘yena, though not as thick) easily finding Mina’s quim, and slipping smoothly inside.

“Ngh,” the big grey male grunted in response, making Sally cry out for a moment despite how slowly he’d fit himself inside of her, trying not to hurt her: he was huge, almost as big overall as the pale human had been! “Yer right, my sheila,” he said to the alpha female, leaning forward to give her a peck on the cheek, even as his big hands mauled Sally’s taut buns, while he worked his hefty prick forward, until his balls finally squeezed up against her clitoris. “This royal pussy is the best I’ve ever had!”

“Told ya,” laughed the alpha female, meeting her beta’s thrusts with equal vigor, her fingers entwining with Sally’s red hair as they lifted her up, pinning them between her.

Three little bottoms bounced and flexed, Amy’s jiggling enough to ripple in a way that was mesmerizing to watch, while Sally’s more firmly-muscled rump distorted just a little every time the muscular grey hyena’s hips slapped against it. Mina, meanwhile, was having the hardest time, her derriere being so small and very tight, and with how rough the greasy hyena was being in his thrusts, she was just lucky that he was the least well-endowed of the pack, or else she might have been in some trouble. As it was, she made a host of adorable whining sounds around the tall hyena’s prick, just letting the eagerness of the greasy ‘yena’s thrusts carry her forward and back, her chin tapping the sleepy-eyed hyena’s balls on every other thrust.

Many long minutes passed in this way, the sounds of heavy cocks pistoning in and out of tight girlish bodies, of slurping mouths and lusty grunts and moans filling the cave. Then, with a high-pitched giggle, the greasy hyena’s tail hiked high over his skinny butt, and he began to squirt, his cum quickly slopping over Mina’s capacity, the excess trickling down her thighs in a stream of white. Seeing his opposite pull free, wiping his glistening cock off on Mina’s yellow-furred tush, the sleepy-eyed hyena pulled out of her mouth, gently easing her head to the ground before he ambled around her, resting his almost disproportionately large paws on her upturned tushie.

“I’m pretty close myself,” he said to her, not unkindly, before he squeezed his sizable erection into her cum-oozing cunny. “Mmm, and tight as you are, I’m not gonna last long at all.” He leaned over to lick her cheek, making Mina close one eye, before he started up a moderately rapid pace, not frantic, but swift enough to make sure she felt it.

The handsome hyena and the stubby one gave short yelps together as they hit their climaxes at the same time, and suddenly Amy was wriggling between them, her muffled protests vociferous as she was force-fed a hefty load of thick, creamy hyenaspunk, both fore and aft. Of course it was far too much for her little body to handle, and she let quite a lot stream down her chin. The short hyena pulled out about halfway through his climax as well, all the better to splatter his cum over Amy’s pink-furred back and bottom, painting them white as he jerked his thick prick good and fast, grinning like a maniac as he went to work painting her with semen graffiti.

As Sally felt the seed of the grey-furred hyena filling her up from behind, his hips squished up nice and close to her upturned, leaf-shaped tail, all she could do was look up into the orgasm-twisted face of the she-‘yena, before letting her eyes flutter shut, working her mouth to better enhance her orgasm for as long and hard as possible. After all, the happier she made the alpha female, and the more submissive she appeared, the better her treatment was likely to be.

Though she couldn’t have even dreamed for such a chance coming so soon, Sally’s submission paid off almost immediately, as the six Nasty Hyenas decided to have a little show before they put the three girls into the incubators like their boss had told them. Unlocking the magnetic manacles holding their wrists, the hyenas lounged around the teenaged trio, idly stroking their cocks, which ranged from flaccid to halfmast while they recovered from their recent orgasms.

“Here,” said the she-‘yena, guiding Sally to all-fours with both hands, one on the princess’ head, the other on her bottom. “Why don’t you three show us how much you love each other?” She giggled, and the males guffawed. “Think of it as a team-building exercise!”

“Here, let me get you started,” Big Grey chuffed, gripping Amy’s headfur, and then mashing the pink teen’s face right up into Mina’s little cunny. “Yeah, just like that,” he said with a satisfied grunt as Amy’s eyes slowly closed, her will broken from her prior rough treatment, and she started to suck on the mongoose’s tiny slit without reservation. “Yer learnin’ fast, girlie. Just took a rape or three to knock out the stuck-up bits.”

Letting the alpha female hold her steady, Sally looked back as the tall woman reached over, guiding Mina’s mouth to the royal cunny, where the young singer promptly went to work, licking up and down Sally’s sex.

“Try drawin’ yer name on her bits,” the she-‘yena suggested. “It’s pretty obvious you two haven’t done this much. You, though,” she glanced at Sally, who had already gotten started fluttering her tongue against Amy’s pink treasures, “heh, you’ve done this before!”

All the hyenas now sitting back, eyes glued to the action as the three Mobian teens made a “bitch’s triangle” on all-fours (so-called because it was a formation that a four-legged female dog could take with two friends, though Sally couldn’t recall ever having actually seen common animals doing such a thing), mouths to cunnies, each of them licking up and down, working their tongues into the slit of the girl in front. Amy took her cue from Sally, feeling what the red-haired princess was doing to her, and trying to do the same for Mina. Mina, in turn, did just what she felt Amy doing, which ended up being tracing Sally’s full name, first and last, with nice, firm tonguestrokes.

Soon all three girls were moaning, losing themselves in the actions of lovemaking. And it was making love, showing their deep affection for each other, an appreciation that had deepened from having to endure the same hardship, and knowing that the same fate awaited them all. In this dark place, with nobody else to turn to, Amy, Mina, and Sally would cling to each other for emotional support, and they showed it with the eagerness with which they sought to please each other, gooey girlsyrup matting down their inner thighs as eager little tongues lapped greedily at tasty teen twats.

Of course, with all this fun going on, nobody noticed when Sally slipped her hand briefly into her boot, and flipped open Nicole, activating the little computer. Normally, she’d be uncomfortable at the amount of awareness, even sapience that Nicole had started to show, thanks in no small part to her interactions with Sonic, who always seemed to treat the AI housed in the pocket computer as though she were a person, and to which treatment Nicole simply reacted in kind. Right now, though, Sally found herself grateful for Nicole’s growing situational awareness, for rather than addressing her mistress, as a mindless computer might have, instead Nicole hummed softly as she worked her scanners, and reviewed what her passive pickup had recorded from the recent past, all the better to serve her mistress before asking questions. That brief scan was all that was needed to make it quite obvious what she should do: transmit a silent distress beacon to the Freedom Fighters even then waiting in reserve, so they could get Princess Sally Acorn out of her dire straits, pronto!

Lifting the hand from her boot, Sally squeezed two fingers into Amy’s cunny, while she latched onto the hedgie girl’s clitoris with her mouth, curling her digits inward and down, like she were scratching an itch. In a sense, she was, since that motion gave some serious stimulation to a girl’s G-spot. Geoffrey St. John had taught her that little maneuver, just like he’d taught her how to enjoy anal sex on the receiving end of his thick black skunkcock, for when they were in the field, and didn’t have any birth control handy.

Not that birth control mattered now, Sally though ruefully, only moments before she gasped, and then cooed in pleasure around her mouthful of hedgieclit when Mina surprised her, moving her tongue up to Sally’s tailhole, and teasing the tip inside the tense pink triangle. Apparently someone had enjoyed her own anal attentions earlier on more than Sally had suspected, and was now eager to try out some bold experimentation now that her worldview had been broadened, even if that broadening had been forceful at first.

“That’s too hot,” snarled the greasy hyena, rising to his feet and striding over between Mina and Sally, grabbing her leaf-shaped tail in one hand, using it like a joystick as he hiked her buns upward, his other hand pressing down on his cock, slotting it easily into place on the bullseye of her nicely-slicked tailstar. “Keep on doin’ what you were doin’,” he growled over his shoulder at Mina, who bit her lower lip as her cheeks flushed, the realization that she’d been watched doing something so…so slutty coming home to her sharply. “Just aim it a little higher, that’s all.”

Giving a soft whimper, Mina hesitated, but only for a moment, before she tilted her muzzle upward, and worked it beneath the greasy-haired hyena’s bushy tail. A moment later, she extended her small tongue fully, making the hyena go up onto his toes, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth.

“Ngh!” he grunted, making Sally squeal straight into Amy’s cunny as he thrust downward, spreading her little tushie wide on his swollen girlstretcher. “Oh yeah, you girls are eager for this!”

As Sally shuddered against Amy’s cunny, the pink hedgie’s head jerked up as she gave a wail of orgasm. A moment later, a heavy paw came down on her hair, gripping her, guiding her mouth to the alpha female’s presented phallus.

“Get to it, pink stuff,” ordered the tall, dominant female with a smirk, even as the lanky hyena and her grey-furred beta stepped up behind the all-fours hedgie, cocks extended. “You’ve got a lot of work ahead of you.”

Hearing Amy squealing around her mouthful of hyenacock as, side-by-side, the two males worked on squeezing themselves into her tailhole and cunny, Sally turned her head…only to end up staring down the barrel of the short, squat hyena’s thick shaft. Her mouth dropped open in surprise at this sudden presentation, which naturally was just what the burly guy had hoped for, popping his penis into her mouth with a single thrust of his hips. As Sally adapted quickly to the situation, wrapping her lips properly around the hefty hunk of hyenameat in her mouth, he gripped her red hair with his paws and started working his hips, tongue lolling out as an expression of pure, heedless bliss covered his face.

“Looked like you were enjoying rimming out the princess,” said the handsome brown hyena as he knelt behind Mina, her eyes widening as she felt his paws on her presented yellow tushie. He wasn’t rough with her, though, and she didn’t stop her work rimming out the black-haired hyena, even as the brown-furred hyena knelt, spreading her buns wide, allowing him to start slathering her pink bits up and down with his long, broad, smooth tongue. “Mmm, yeah,” he growled between wet, luscious slurps. “Betcha you wanna try out the real thing for yourself, huh?”

Rather than waiting for an answer, the hyena rose up on one knee, giving his cock several strokes to properly coat it with precum. Then, before Mina could even think about trying to squirm, he set the plump head right at her tailstar, and started to work his cock inside, gyrating his hips as he pushed in a little, then pulled back. Over and over he continued this steady work until, finally, suddenly, Mina’s little yellow tushie gave way, and she moaned into her rimjob as the handsome hyena sank his shaft into her, nice and slow, all the way to the hilt.

Several more rounds passed like this, and Sally lost track of the number of times she orgasmed, or brought a hyena to orgasm, or Amy, or Mina. All she knew was that, by the time she was dragged over to the nearest incubation chamber and laid out flat on her back on its smooth surface, she was splattered all over, inside and out, with cum. She was also much too dazed from everything she’d been through to even think about resisting as the Nasty Hyenas locked restraints around her wrists and ankles. Vaguely, Sally was aware of Amy and Mina being strapped down in similar fashion in the two tables next to hers, but that was about all she could focus on…at least until they turned on the machines.

Instantly, Sally felt herself energized, as though every cell in her body were being filled with pure light. Opening her eyes, she looked up into the soft yellow light beaming down on her, and felt its soft hum tingling against the skin beneath her fur. The sensation was warm, pleasant, but also impossible to ignore.

It became even more impossible to ignore when Sally looked down her body, and saw her tummy already swollen. She looked as though she were three months pregnant after only ten minutes had passed!

“Yeah, it’s kinda fast on the first couple minutes,” admitted the sawed-off hyena, brushing his nose piercing with one finger, making it jingle. “That’s just to make sure the baby’s healthy, ya know? Least, that’s what the tech specs said. After everything checks out, then the machine slows down a li’l bit.”

Soon Sally saw that what the hyena had said was true (apparently the uncouth little runt was a pretty handy greasemonkey, if he could tell that sort of thing from reading up on how the incubators worked). Looking over at Amy and Mina, she saw their tummies as swollen as her own, and their breasts as well. All three girls had their nipples erect, standing out clearly through their fur, and Sally knew that hers were almost painfully sensitive, an ache started within them that she strongly suspected was milk waiting for the hungry mouths of the twins in her womb. As for her friends…Sally had to admit: Mina Mongoose looked pretty cute, with her skinny body, still smallish breasts, and plump, pregnant belly. Amy, meanwhile, was honestly adorable, the pregnant look somehow suiting her perfectly. As for herself, well…she was just glad she was lying down: with a tummy that big, she’d be hard-pressed to walk, let alone run! Actually, she strongly suspected that once she started to really get ripened, she’d be stuck around “waddle” speed.

Soon Sally realized that she’d get the chance to see if her prediction was true: before her eyes, while she and the other two girls looked down at themselves in wide-eyed shock, their tummies continued growing. More slowly than at first, it was true, but steadily, and certainly, minute by minute.

“Oh Sonic,” Amy moaned, struggling feebly against the bonds holding her strapped to the table of the incubation chamber. “Please get here soon!”

“Nobody’s gonna save ya, sweet stuff,” chuckled Big Grey, patting Amy lightly on her belly, before swiftly pulling his paw back, apparently not sure what the effects of those rays might be on his body if left under their light for too long, and not wanting to find out. “Nobody even knows where you are.”

“Speaking of the blue wonder,” the alpha female growled, turning toward the door, “c’mon, we’d better make sure we didn’t leave any tracks or somethin’. I mean, the boss might think we’re safe down here, but I didn’t get to live this long by makin’ assumptions.” She grinned down at Sally, then lightly chucked the princess under the chin, though keeping her hand well clear of the chamber’s rays. “See ya around, kid. Heh, and lookin’ forward to seeing that kid,” she motioned with her muzzle toward Sally’s swiftly-expanding belly, “around. Soon.”

With that final taunt, she turned and led the Nasty Hyenas from the room, the door sliding smoothly shut behind them.

“I got out a distress signal,” Sally said softly, as soon as she was sure that there wasn’t anyone watching, her eyes flicking over the room to make sure no listening devices had been installed; thankfully, the pale man wasn’t that paranoid. “Nicole, did it get through?”

“Yes, Sally,” Nicole answered immediately, though her voice sounded a little odd coming from Sally’s boot. “Sonic answered the call himself. I’m reading his transponder signal, and he should be here any moment, and Dulcy is only a short distance behind, carrying the others on her back.”

“Thank goodness!” exclaimed Mina, shuddering as her stomach swelled just a little more, her back arching off the table as she gave a sharp gasp. “Hah, that’s…that’s pretty intense,” she said, her cheeks blushing deeply.

“It’s so embarrassing!” whined Amy, also blushing, and Sally had to agree: the feeling that shook her every time her tummy grew was almost enough to make her cum with every increased inch. And when the bursts of growth started to come closer together…well, it was no surprise that they all did start to cum, filling the chamber with their forced cries, no matter how hard they tried to bite them back.

“How…how long, Nicole?” she panted, her eyes growing heavy-lidded as she fought the steadily rising tide of pleasure that threatened to engulf her reason.

“How long before your rescue arrives?” the pocket AI asked promptly, her voice as calmly neutral as ever. “Or how long before you give birth?”

“Both,” chimed in Mina and Amy before Sally could say a thing.

“Sonic is already here,” Nicole reported dutifully. “I’ve hacked into the various cameras in this cave system, and can see him racing toward the central chamber, where you were all inseminated. The human there is still sitting on his throne, and his vital signs look…he’s reliant on that throne, according to what I’m reading. It appears that the enhancements he’s been using for so long have made him incredibly strong, but only for limited periods. He requires regular periods of rejuvenation from the throne in order to continue living now. However, I doubt that Sonic knows this; he’s not the sort of person to kill anyone, if he can avoid it, but presented with so many easy targets, and so much fragile medical apparatus, I have little doubt that he will soon be coming to your rescue.

“To answer the second question, I believe you have…perhaps eight-point-one minutes, rounded up to the nearest decimal,” Nicole continued. “After that, your spasms will turn to contractions. The apparatuses to which you have been attached appear to have rewired your nervous systems somewhat, to make you better suited for producing offspring. That means that as your contractions become more intense, so will your pleasure. I expect that you will all be having orgasms while giving birth. You will probably also start to see each other as more sexually-desirable partners, a side effect of the hormones that you are now releasing, which will both make your birthing less painful, and also improve your compatibility as part of a harem. Likely this was the intention of the human who forcibly impregnated you.”

“Good thing we were friends before, then,” Sally quipped with a light smirk, before she shuddered all over again, kicking her legs as the spasms started coming more frequently. “Hah, girls, I…hah, I don’t suppose you’d care to share Sonic, would you? I mean officially. We’ve all had sex with him before, haven’t we?” She waited until she saw the sheepish smile from Mina as she bit her lower lip, while Amy looked down, blushing furiously. “Well, it’ll be nice, I think, if we had someone to help us out, now that we’re going to have some children around the place. A guy, I mean. Bunnie’s sure to help out, and she’s a great babysitter, but she doesn’t have Sonic’s super speed.”

“Sonic’s really great with kids,” Amy chimed in almost immediately. “I’ve watched him playing with them whenever he gets the chance, and he’s always so kind, and a lot more patient than he is with everybody else.”

“He’s a kid at heart,” Mina concluded with a thoughtful smile of her own. “I guess that’s part of what makes me love him. That, and some hero worship too, I guess,” she added, her sheepish expression deepening.

“Then we’re agreed?” Sally pressed the issue. “Maybe it’s not marriage, what with the way things are so unstable right now, but…well, it’s something. The relationship’s still as open as we want, but we’ll share Sonic…and each other. Does that sound good to you two?”

“I’m game,” Mina agreed almost immediately. Amy hesitated, looking more than a little reluctant, but then finally gave her own little nod of assent.

“All right,” she said softly. “But…but neither of you better boast about what you get to do with Sonic when I’m not there!”

“No boasting,” Sally chuckled. “Just…sharing gossip. Besides, what’s the fun in telling someone all about what you did in the sack if you can’t show them as well?”

“Oh,” Amy said, her eyes wide with sudden understanding, her mouth a tiny “o” as her whole face turned a much deeper shade of pink than it normally was. “Oh my.”

“Oh!” Mina chimed in, but hers was a vocalization of far more urgency, her hips bucking upward as her belly started to strain, her belly button suddenly popping outward into full visibility. “Ah, girls, I think…I think my water just broke.” She looked down herself, as best as she could with her fully ripened tummy in the way, and wriggled on the table. “That’s what I’ve heard happens, anyway, and it sure felt like it.”

“You’re pretty soaked down there, yeah,” Sally confirmed, before suddenly sucking in a sharp breath, her own belly hitting its peak roundness as her trim buttocks tensed, legs straining against their restraints. “I think I just broke water too.”

“Me three!” Amy almost yowled. “My baby’s coming, Sally, Mina! I’m having a babeeee!”

CRUNCH!

As the three heavily pregnant teens writhed on their tables, the beams of life-enhancing radiation streaming down on them, the door to the chamber suddenly wrenched backward off its hinges with a rending screech of snapping metal. Moments later, Sonic the hedgehog raced into the room, though at reduced speeds to give him better maneuverability, while Bunnie Rabbot followed close behind, shaking off the little chunks of door that still clung momentarily to her cyborg hand after she’d put it to work as a “door knocker” of significance.

“Mah stars, Sally-girl,” exclaimed the tan-furred rabbit as she saw her friend in dire straits, and hurried over. “Just a moment, and ah’ll have y’all free of…”

“No!” Sally gasped out, her body arching upward again as she grit her teeth. “No, Bunnie, leave the restraints. We’re…we’re all giving birth.” Her face set as she visibly composed herself, forcing her mind into stillness even as her body continued to tremble, sweat running down her forehead. “That human monster raped us and got us pregnant, and now we’re being forced to bear his children. The rays hitting us are making the babies come faster, but they’re also making it safe, healing us at the same time it’s speeding up the pregnancies. The restraints make sure we don’t jerk out from under the rays. Is that all correct, Nicole? Confirm, please.”

“Confirmed, Sally,” Nicole responded immediately from her place in Sally’s blue boot. “Your memory for technical matters still astonishes me.”

“Funny what sorts of things pop into your head at times like this,” Sally tried to chuckle, but another powerful spasm wracked her whole body.

“What’re we supposed to do, Sal?” asked Sonic, his green eyes wide with concern as he came to a complete stop, gripping the edge of the tables to which Sally and Amy were strapped. “I mean, we’re not supposed to do nothing, right?” He blinked twice, then spoke again. “I took care of that human guy. Tall, all hulked-out, lots of wires and tubes and stuff, seriously loves the sound of his own voice? That’s him, right?”

“Yeah, Sonic,” Sally assured the blue speedster with a strained grin, before her whole body jerked again. “Yeah, that was him. You got him for us, all right…ngh!” She forced her eyes open again, looking up into the concerned faces of her friends. “It…it doesn’t hurt,” she reassured them.

“We’re…we’re cumming,” Mina supplied as she and Amy blushed deeply at the admission. “The beds, the light, I don’t know what, but it’s…”

“Just hold my hand, Sonic,” said Amy. “Hold my hand until…OH!”

Sonic immediately grabbed Amy’s hand, and she gripped his tight, even as she started to buck on the bed for several moments, then suddenly went completely rigid, her whole body taut with tensed muscles, standing out clearly on her youthful frame. Her breasts bobbed as she breathed frantically, short and shallow, her eyes starting to go out of focus.

“Breathe, Amy-girl,” said Bunnie, her voice astonishingly calm in the face of the present situation. “Just breathe, nice and steady. Try to time it with your contractions. That’s what the manuals all say, and Aunt Rosie confirms ‘em. There we go,” she patted Amy’s hand lightly as the pink-furred girl did as she’d been told. “That’s it. Just keep breathing, just like that. You too, Mina…good girl, steady does it.”

Sally didn’t need reassuring, and Bunnie knew it at a glance: she was a princess, after all, a natural-born leader by example. She’d already been controlling her breathing, despite the orgasms that kept hitting her, making her heart flutter every few moments. Those orgasms kept getting stronger, too, with every contraction that came, until it was taking all of Sally’s willpower to keep from snapping the restraints! At least that was how it felt (realistically, Sally doubted she could actually break the future-tech manacles).

Then, with a loud, ear-splitting scream from all three girls, they all began to tremble, their fur made slick with sweat.

“An’ here I heard it took hours an’ hours for a baby to come,” Bunnie muttered to herself as she moved to the receiving basins at the foot of each table, the tables themselves adjusting their shape without any prompting needed, all to make a more properly contoured birthing bed, angled downward to let gravity help without endangering anyone, mother or child. “Looks like you’re openin’ up nicely, Sally-girl. You too, Amy. Mina, just keep breathing, and be sure to push, too…that’s it, you’ve got it…aaand, yep, there’s a head! Now just keep pushing, just a little more!”

With the girls strapped to the tables screaming in a strange mingling of the most intense pleasure and pain of their young lives as they endured an experience he would never have, and Bunnie Rabbot kept cheering them on, coaxing and encouraging as though she’d been doing this all her life, instead of being as much a first-timer as a midwife as they were as mothers, Sonic was at a loss. This was completely out of his realm of experience! Actually, he’d just as soon have waited outside, but Amy’s grip on his hand was almost bone-crushingly insistent on that point.

“I…I love you, Sonic,” she got out, her voice small and strained, her eyes tightly clenched. “I love you so…soooo much!”

These last words turned into a drawn-out wail, one soon joined by Sally’s voice, and a moment later by Mina’s, as all three girls strained, muscles clenching inside and out, and Bunnie dutifully kept up her work on the receiving end of their efforts. Feeling a little green, Sonic couldn’t watch, keeping his eyes averted until, finally, he heard another wail, then another – no, two of them, synchronized! – and a fourth followed last of all. Then he turned back, just as Bunnie was pressing a little bundle in a white sheet, pulled from a rack beneath the central table where Sally was bound, up against Amy’s side.

“Hit the release button, will ya, Sugar-hog?” she asked, hurrying back to the foot of Sally’s incubator. “These girls’re gonna need their hands free now.

Grateful for something to do at last, Sonic quickly moved to the buttons on each bed, slapping them with a sense of immense relief. When he turned back, he saw four babies, smooth-skinned humans by the look of them, each with the proper four fingers instead of the five that weird freak on the throne had, and each with the hair of their mother.

“Four baby girls,” said Bunnie with a gentle smile as she pulled more blankets up and over the resting girls, the lights of the incubators turning off automatically now that the birthing was complete. “Congratulations, everyone.”

As Sally, Amy, and Mina drifted off, along with their brand-new babies, Sonic and Bunnie stepped out, surveying the damage. In Sonic’s hand was Nicole, who he held up as he looked over the wrecked throne, snapped tubes and splattered fluids all over. And on that throne, the huge pale man was slumped forward, inert for all eternity.

“Didn’t mean to kill him,” Sonic said, regret on his face. “I mean, even after what he did to the girls…”

“You didn’t kill him, Sonic,” Nicole immediately responded, having fully analyzed the situation in the short time it took Sonic to start talking. “You only broke the throne, to disable its weapon systems. You could hardly have known that he had grown dependant on the throne for life support. No,” she concluded. “He died because he was an unnatural creature, with unnatural desires. And if you still feel some guilt,” she added, blinking a soft, friendly blue hue on her screen, “don’t forget: he’s left a piece of himself to live on after his passing.”

“Those babies,” Bunnie supplied. “Whether our girls wanted it or not, guess we’re saddled with ‘em, huh? Ah well,” she shrugged, smiling, “at least Sally and the others have us to help out. Ain’t that right, Dulcy?”

“Huh?” the pubescent dragon queried, poking her head in the doorway. “Sorry, Bunnie, I wasn’t really paying much attention. I was really busy in here opening up these cages. And you know what? I saw the Nasty Hyenas making a getaway on their bikes! They were really far off, too, and I guess they must have gotten started the moment they saw us show up.”

“They were probably outside doing something with their bikes, and figured they didn’t wanna mess with me again,” Sonic concluded, folding his arms with a smug smirk. “Can’t say that I blame them.” Then his expression turned serious. “Dulcy? How gently can you fly?”

“Well…” Dulcy hedged, scratching the back of her head self-consciously.

“’cause we’ve got some babies we need to get back to Knothole, Dulcy,” Sonic continued. “Little newborn infants.”

“Oh, well that’s different,” Dulcy said, smiling broadly. “If it’s babies, then I won’t even wake them up.”

*

Dulcy was as good as her word, and the rest of the day was spent setting up a nursery in Knothole, where everyone could take turns taking care of the four little newcomers. An outsider might have found the speed at which this happened to be surprising, but it wasn’t, not really, when all the facts were considered: the young Mobians of Knothole had raised Tails from a very small kit, after all, and taken care of a lot of responsibilities in the absence of adults to take over. Adding the responsibility of four new babies wasn’t really anything out of the ordinary, and with the entire village dividing up the effort, what was a daunting task for a nuclear family of two spouses and perhaps a grandparent or two at-call was made quite manageable indeed.

Manageable enough that Sally had time to herself, as did Amy and Mina. And Sonic the hedgehog.

“Hey, Sal,” said Sonic, walking into Sally’s hut, almost a week after the incident of Sally’s capture. “Just finished my shift with the li’l rugrats, and left Tails on duty while they were having naptime. What’s…”

The blue hedgehog’s voice trailed off as he saw Mina Mongoose and Amy Rose standing side-by-side with Sally Acorn. All three of the girls were posing in front of a mirror, taking turns as they turned this way, then that, and even bent right over, reaching back to spread their rear cheeks wide, all the better to get a view of their pink parts.

“Hello, Sonic,” Sally greeted the young hero with a pleasant smile, straightening and turning to face him, as did her two friends; Sonic couldn’t help but notice that not one of the three had on a stitch of clothing, and they’d all brushed down their fur, making sure that their feminine attributes were clearly visible. “We were just looking ourselves over, to make sure there weren’t any permanent changes after that ordeal we all went through.”

“That incubation thingy was incredible!” Amy added, bouncing over to Sonic’s side, squeezing her breasts right up against his shoulder, not seeming to notice the blue hedgehog’s discomfort at this intimate closeness. “Nicole said that it had a healing function that fixed us up after we had our babies, and she must be right: I’ve got my tummy back to normal already, and it’s only been a few days! Although,” she glanced down, then cupped her breasts, making the blood rush to Sonic’s face: while clothes were generally optional, a female Mobian was expected to comb her fur to cover her nipples, and Amy’s stood full and proud and more than a little erect, “I think my breasts have gotten bigger. What do you think, Sonic?”

“Uh, well, I think…” Sonic began, but he trailed off as Mina took his other hand, while Sally stepped forward, resting her bare hands on his chest, all three of them sporting very erect nipples, Sally’s a dark pink, Amy’s light enough to almost blend in with her fur, and Mina’s a delicate caramel color.

“We, um,” Mina began, blushing so badly she looked as though she might faint. “Sally was talking with us, and we all thought, well, you’d be the one who could tell us if we’d healed completely. You know: everywhere.”

“Everywhere?” Sonic couldn’t help asking, even as he started to feel a lump somewhere slightly below his stomach; he’d been raised properly for a Mobian, after all, and knew that you weren’t supposed to “show off” in public, and keep your groin-fur combed neatly, so everything lay flat down there. Right now, though, he was finding it steadily harder to keep his “bits” under control.

“Giving birth makes a girl stretch, Sonic,” Sally explained, her steady, confident, friendly smile unchanged as she nodded at her two friends, who slipped away, heading toward the bedroom. As Sally lightly took Sonic’s hand, he didn’t feel the strength in him to even try to resist. “You can imagine where, and how much. But we were all just looking ourselves over in the mirror, and we thought that we’d actually gotten tighter than before, probably thanks to that incubator’s healing rays. Naturally, though, we couldn’t be really sure. Not unless we checked with an expert.”

Blinking as he caught movement out of the corner of his eye, Sonic turned, and his jaw dropped at the sight that greeted him: there was Amy, on Sally’s bed, on all-fours, her rounded pink tushie thrust straight toward him, the bald patches of fur around her pinkest parts just demanding the eye’s attention. She looked over her shoulder at Sonic and winked, before wiggling her tushie invitingly.

“You’re the only one who’s had sex with all three of us, Sonic,” Mina explained, blushing less now despite the frankness of her words, finally starting to grow more comfortable with the ideas behind the words. As she spoke, Sally released Sonic’s hand and climbed up onto the bed behind Amy, her leaf-shaped tail flagging as she deliberately hiked her tushie high, showing off her treasure tail, and all the sweet goodies the lighter-colored fur framed. “That means you’re really the only one who can give us, well, uh…a proper evaluation, you know?”

“Your breasts have gotten bigger!” Sally laughed as she climbed on top of Amy, giving the hedgie girl’s boobs a squeeze. Amy ‘eeked’ cutely, her slender, stiff tail popping up, which incidentally caused it to squeeze right into Sally’s cunny, making the young princess moan, before she rolled her hips back, rubbing her clearly visible, puffy sex against that upthrust tail. “Not surprising, though: we’ve all been using those pumps to milk ourselves, making sure the babies have plenty to eat, no matter who’s taking care of them.”

“Sall-eee!” squealed Amy, half-giggling as the other girl squeezed and played with her breasts, before making the pink-furred cutie moan as Sally rolled her nipples between her fingers, then pinched them lightly, enough to make their pink tips stand out between Sally’s knuckles. “It’s…it’s embarrassing! Sonic can seeeee!”

“That’s kind of the point,” Sally teased lightly, lifting herself enough to let Amy’s tail flop against the small of her back, then settling down on top of it, pinning it there, leaving both hers and Amy’s moist little slits on display. “How else is Sonic going to find out if we’re all as tight as before…or tighter?”

“We don’t just want you to see, either, Sonic,” Mina added, reaching down, her green eyes wide as she cupped Sonic’s full, throbbing erection in both her hands. “And if we’ve gotten smaller – wow – I think you must’ve gotten bigger.”

Kneeling reverently, Mina kissed her way down the top of Sonic’s penis, before planting a final, lingering kiss right on the tip, making sure to let almost the whole head slip into her mouth. Then she pulled her head back, releasing Sonic’s shaft with a soft ‘pop,’ before she also turned, and crawled up onto the bed, and then up on top of Sally, who in turn was tucked on top of Amy. Faced with the sight of such a sexy girlstack, three achingly tight, deeply-flushed little cunnies on full display right below three snugly-clenched little tailholes, Sonic’s cock was raging at full hardness and leaking precum quite copiously, and his self-control – never that great at the best of times – was vanishing like smoke before a whirlwind.

“C’mon, Sonic,” Amy called out invitingly, wiggling as much as she could on the bottom of the stack. “We all talked it out, and we wanna share you. So we’re all yours now, and you can do whatever you like with us, for as long as you like.”

“And who knows?” Sally added. “None of us are on any birth control right now, as far as I know. You might end up giving us a second set of babies.”

That tore it! Grinning widely, Sonic climbed up onto the bed behind the three lovely girls offering him their all, stroking his hands up through all three of their slits, before grabbing firm hold of Mina’s tushie, since she was the one on top.

“Gotta juice!”

Pressed as close together as they were, when Sonic let his hyerspeed kick in, Mina, Sally, and Amy all cried out in unison as their plush and puffy pussies were spread wide, all almost at the same time.

It was sex at the speed of light.

And it went on for a very, very long time.