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It is I, dear readers, Elite Shade! I have decided to post Amy's Misadventure and Adrienne's New Perspective under a new name! Please do not worry.
Amy's Misadventure
by
Spyder Rider
Chapter 1: UH-OH!
In a decrepit and obviously abandoned factory district on the world of Mobius, Sonic and his long time arch-nemisis Eggman, were battling each other yet again.
"Seriously Eggbrain, why no just give me the Chaos Emerald!" Sonic taunted with a sly grin as the blue hedgehog became a blue blur as he took apark Eggman's newest robotic creation. It had six arms that also doubled as flame-throwers.
"Why would I ever just hand over an Emerald!?" he shouted confusedly as he hit seemingly random buttons on his hovering Eggcraft.
"Well, it's not like things haven't played out like this before." Sonic says casually as one of the robot's arms pops off and explodes. "You take a Chaos Emerald here and there and start building even tougher bots to take me out and to try to take over the world with." Yet another two arms pop off and explode. "And, every single time, I and my friends defeat your forces, take back the Chaos Emeralds, and send you flying off usually in an explosion." Another two of the robot's arms pop off while Eggman punches more and more buttons and pulls several levers. "At a certain point, would a genius figure out that he's never gonna win and just find something better to do with his time?"
"You may have defeated me before Sonic, but I shall not be so easy to take d..." Eggman stopped mid sentence as the last of his robot's arms is ripped off by the blue blur and explodes. This is quickly followed by Sonic snatching the yellow Chaos Emerald from Eggman's hovercraft's claw, and speeding away laughing as the robot itself explodes, sending Eggman flying off into the distance.
"Curse you Sonic, I will get you one of these daaaaaaaaaaaaaays!" Eggman's voice can be heard shouting as it fades out into the distance.
"So I guess same time tomorrow Eggboy." Sonic smirks as he carelessly tosses the Emerald into the air and catches it right before he speeds away.
Unbeknownst to both him and Eggman, someone else had deduced the formulaic pattern in which they constantly fight. That person was Amy Rose, Sonic's number one fan and partial stalker with anger issues. She had been watching the fight from a safe distance in the hopes of being able to ambush Sonic with a love tackle. However, after the fight, before she could get close enough to surprise him, he just ran out to another part of the world probably. Sighing diapointedly Amy decided to take a look around.
Well, this place has some neat looking stuff, the pink hedgehog thought to herself, maybe there's something here I can use to bribe Tails with to secretly plant a tracking device on Sonic. The thought of being able to know exactly where Sonic was at all times brought the largest, and slightly creepiest, grin to her face. And with that she started her search.
Some time later...
Amy had been searchin the various buildings for a few hours, and soon it would almost be noon. So far, there had been nothing of interest to be found. Just crates of light bulbs, dolls, and paper. She decided to look around the largest building before calling it quits. As she entered it, she noticed that there was a lot more machinery around. Some of which looked relatively new and expensive looking. Jackpot!, she thought as she say a working computer terminal. When she inspected it closer, she noticed that the keyboard had only three buttons. One was red and currently flashing, one was yellow and off, and one that was green and on.
I wonder what these do, she thought before foolishly pressing the green button. The red one stopped flashing and the screen came on. Stork Co. Delivery Service came on th moniter as other machines began to whir to life. Amy looked around in awe as metal hands began moving performing various tasks. Cleaning, fixing broken down machines, and general maintenence. Wow, this place looks like it's fully automated! She clapped her hands excitedly because just about everything in here would intrigue her favourit two tailed fox. Had she been paying attention to the moniter, she would have realized that she didn't have very much to clap about.
Stork Co. Delivery Service Preperation Facility Status: Active.
Facility Diagnostics:
Adoption Agency: Not Found
Internet Access: Not Found
Automated Caretaking System: Active
Baby Product Manufacturing: Active
Subject(s) Detected: 1 Status: Baby
Initializing Caretaking Protocols.
Suddenly, two mechanical arms firmly, but gently, grabbed Amy under the arms and laid her down on a conveyor belt. "What's goingEEEEEEEP!" Amy struggled as several robotic tentacles came down and began to undress her as the conveyor started to take her towards a room. She struggled to keep her blouse and skirt on as the tentacles expertly removed her shoes and socks. Her red blouse soon was ripped from her body as well as her pink skirt. Then a pair of mechanical hands came down and started tugging at Amy's lacy white bra and panties. She struggled to keep those on, pulling them aways from the arms, until a laser beam shot out of one of the tentacle, expertly slicing the fabric in half without harming the hedgehog. Her tattered underwear was soon taken, but she continued to struggle. That ended when several rings of energy locked her arms, legs, and waist to the conveyor belt. She was naked and helpless as the square opening to the mysterious room loomed ever closer. What shall happen to me now...
The room she entered wasn't exactly like she had been expecting. It looked like a nursery. There were rows of cribs in various sizes and colors. Rows of changing tables with more mechanical arms attached to them. One very large playpen, rows of high chairs with yet even more arms attached to them. And a large object that lookd like a giant bathtub filled with soapy water and several rubber ducks. Seeing all of this and vaguely smelling the baby powder in the room, it clicked in her mind.
"WAIT! I'M NOT A BABY!" she screamed at the top of her lungs in a desperate bid to try and alert the machinery that a mistake was made. When the conveyor belt stopped moving, she briefly thought that it had understood. Then a bright pink pacifier was shoved into her mouth, which she quickly spit out. After doing this a few times, and new pacifier was shoved in. This one had a wierd spiral design. When Amy attempted to spit this one out however, her mouth automatically began to suck on it. The more she tried to spit it out, the faster she sucked.
It was then that Amy was quickly picked up and placed in the soapy water. The temperature was just right, not that that mattered very much to the pink hedgehog who struggled, to no avail, to rip the pacifies our with her bare hands. Her jaw clenched up and wouldn't let go. Soon though, she was preoccupied as several mechanical hands began to scrub her very thoroughly all over with brushes and wash cloths. Before she knew it, she was out of the tub, which was being drained, and was being drief off by the various arms with large fluffy towels. After they were through with her, she was placed onto something soft.
What is this? OH NO! Amy quickly realized what was about to happen now and tried to roll off the changing table, only to find the glowing rings securing her in place once more. A hovering mechanical eye gazed down at the nude hedgehog and took several pictures while doing a full body scan. After it had finished its job, the mechanical arms on the changing table began to move. One brought out a canister of baby powder and another a folded diaper. As Amy tried to think of how to get out of this with her dignity intact, the rings on her legs lifted them and her bottom in the air. The diaper was unfolded and placed on the changing table. Her bottom was liberally sprinkled with the baby powder before her legs were set down. Then her front was powdered as well. After that, another two mechanical hands came along and fastened the velcro tabs. Then the ring on Amy's waist surrounded the top of the diaper, more than likely to prevent its removal. The front of the diaper had little heart pictures on it.
As the rings released her from the table, she was picked up and brought before a large set of mirrors, which showed her from verious angles in her new padding. She was about try to yell behind her pacifier when one of the mirrors slid back. Out of the hole came more mechanical hands carrying some kind of bright pink fabric. Even though she wrestled with them, the hands succeeded in dressing Amy in her new outfit. It really was just a bright pink baby shirt with hearts on it and a pair of pink socks. The rings on her arms and legs quickly secured the outfit to her body. She looked in the mirrors again, and was disappointed. The shirt stopped short of her belly-button, leaving her diaper fully exposed. She grumbled behind her pacifier before she was picked up again.
The arms quickly secured her in one of the high charis and tied a pink baby bib around her neck. Knowing she wouldn't be able to get away, Amy at least figured that her pacifier would be taken out as it still made her autmatically suck on it. She had figured wrong. After the arms stirred up a big bowl of green mush, and held up a spoonful, the binky opened up her mouth wide like a car jack, and quickly snapped shut around the spoon of mush that tasted aweful. The spoon slid out after the binky made her throat automatically swallow the baby food.
Amy was fed in this fashion until the bowl was expertly scraped clean. The bib was then used to wipe up the mess that the binky had caused to form around her face. She was then released from the dreaded high chair, only to be scooped up yet again and gently laid down in a large pink crib that was perfect for her size. A bottle of what Amy assumed was baby formula was held up to her binky as the mobile above her began to spin and play a lullabye. Like with the spoon, it opened her mouth and closed it around the bottle, causing her to automatically suclke it and swallow what she confirmed was in fact not milk, and therefore had to be formula. After she was forced to finish the whole bottle, the arm and the bottle retracted, and a pink barred to to the crib was locked into place. The lights were dimmed, and Amy automatically suckled as the arms in the crib tucked her in. When I get out of here, she thought as she slowly started to drift to sleep, I can at least be sure that no one shall ever know abour any of this.
Soon, Amy was down for her nap, and the factory continued to funtion. At the main terminal, a new folder was being created and copied to be sent out to all of the adoption agencies in the computer's databanks when it could reestablish a connection with the internet. Inside the folder was pictures of Amy naked, being bathed, diapered, dressed, spoonfed, bottle-fed, and asleep in her crib. Along with these photos were the results of the medical examinations, a her estimated age (1 year) and other standard facts that an adopting parent would need to know. The internet was still out, but the repair machines were beginning to look into it. Until then, the automated factory would continue to expertly look after its currently sole occupant.