Alright, time for the next Patron requested full length story. This one required delving into a larger kink, one I'm not quite as familiar with, so my apologies to all readers both patron and non-patron if it doesn't do the idea any justice ^^U if it does though, then quid's in I suppose XD Enjoy.
Cream woke up to a note from her mother. She'd known her mother would be leaving for awhile, but she'd been expected her to just leave behind some frozen food for her. She hadn't been expecting her mother to specify that food would be delivered to her by some of the others.
But what really threw her was the way the food would be delivered. She read and re-read the note she'd been left, but concluded it had to be a mistake, a misspelling of some kind. It couldn't actually be what she was reading.
Cream remained blissfully willingly ignorant of the matter until Knuckles arrived with her food, heading inside and taking a seat. "Where's the food?" She asked curiously, seeing nothing in his hands.
Cream paled as Knuckles began to remove his shoes, and she realized that she hadn't misunderstood the note her mother had left. Vanilla had genuinely premade all of her meals and left them in the shoes of the other...
Cream bit her lip poutingly, unsure why her food had to be delivered to her in such a… unappetizing manner. But she supposed it was too late to question it now, it was already done. Her choices now were to start licking or start starving.
Knuckles wiggled his toes to signal her to get started, Cream sighing as she got down on her knees in front of him, leaning against his feet and beginning to lick along his feet. It tasted disgusting, as one would expect, but it was food at least. It was far too marred by this point for her to know what the food had originally been, all smashed by Knuckles' feet.
She closed her eyes and held her breath in the attempts to get through it faster, licking faster to scoop what she assumed to have once been stew of some kind off Knuckles' feet, trying to block out the taste.
It wasn't just that Knuckles' feet tasted rank-which they did, sweaty and unwashed-the food itself was tarnished by this point. Still edible but just barely.
Knuckles sighed happily at the sensation, seeming to enjoy the sensation of her soft tongue working across his feet, cleaning them up for him. Cream was panting when she was done, struggling to keep the food down and more just happy to be done.
Quite frankly her appetite had been killed and not by consuming the food.
"Here," Knuckles said, mistaking her expression for hunger pan. He picked up his shoes, still soaked with the food, and pressed it against Cream's face so she could suck it out of the shoes themselves.
"I-I don't really want to Mr. Knuckles.." Cream tried to say, moving to put the shoe back down, but Knuckles forced it back into her face, holding it there this time, "Nonsense, I told your mother I'd make sure you ate." He said,keeping it pressed against her.
Cream whimpered, knowing she wouldn't be able to convince him and definitely wouldn't be able to physically stop him. 'Just get it over with quickly.' She thought to herself, sticking her tongue back out to lick up the excess food, sucking hard against the shoes to bring as much of the food to her as possible, cleaning out the fits pof the shoes quickly.
The second took a bit longer, Cream needed to stop both to breathe and to keep her stomach calm, as there was no telling what Knuckles would end up making her do if the food came back up.
Thankfully she managed to keep it all down, and Knuckles put down his shoes and pet her head gently, "there ya go, nice and full." He said praising, Cream just panting hard, hoping the air would take the taste off her tongue at some point.
She was so focused on this that she didn't notice that Knuckles had started to undress her until his strength had yanked her dress and underwear off. It was easy for him to do so, the strength more than a little intimidating to Cream.
The young rabbit girl stumbled back with a yelp of fear, "M-Mr. Knuckle,s what are you doing?" She questioned.
Knuckles approached her unfazed by her response, "Your mother was very clear about how we'd be paid for bringing you food." Knuckles said simply a she took ahold of her, forcing Cream's legs apart easily and letting his slowly stiffening member press against Cream's exposed slit.
Cream whimpered, "B-b-but-AH!" Cream's objections were cut off by Knuckles bucking his hips forward, penetrating her young, formerly virgin cunt.
Cream would have been extremely tight even if Knuckles' wasn't oversized, his member thick and his increased strength now being used to force his member harder into her, breaking her barrier and forcing deeper without hesitation of any kind. Cream screamed out, eyes watering from the pain, not to mention the sense of betrayal. From Knuckles, from her mother; it was generally a shit show. Knuckles aggressively worked over her small body, her sobs drowned out by Knuckles' grunts of pleasure as she roughly pumped into her.
On the bright side, if it could even really be called that at this point, Cream was at least able to pass out from the pain after a few more minutes, and was thusly spared the following hour Knuckles continued to use her body before he finally came.
Knuckles considered staying balls deep inside the tiny bunny girl, but opted against it, pulling out abruptly and letting his thick, warm seed shoot out over her body, painting it and covering her sleeping form. He sighed happily with a shudder of relief at the release.
Satisfied with a job well done, and a payment well earned, Knuckles got up, took his shoes, and left Cream resting there, body covered on the outside and more than a little sore on the inside.
When she woke some time later, she was tempted to let herself believe that it had all been nothing more than a very bad dream, but the dried cum and intense soreness made it clear that it had all been very real; not to mention the horrid taste that still lingered on her tongue.
Cream gulped in fear and worry at the realization that *all* of her meals might be coming to her in such a way, and might all be followed by equally brutal abuses of her body. She could barely comprehend how or why this was happening. Surely her mother hadn't allowed this… did she? She started to settle on the belief that Knuckles had simply wanted to torment her, and had been using this as an excuse to do so.
But then… the note had matched her mother's handwriting quite well…
thinking about it only got her more worked up, so she resolved to just wait and see what came of enough, more food was brought to Cream later that day.
It came later than Cream would have expected, which had lead the poor dear to worry she'd be left to starve; which wasn't that much more favorable than eating from Knuckles' feet.
But just before Cream could resolve to go out and find food for herself, Sonic and Tails could be seen approaching from the distance. Cream didn't immediately assume the worst, hoping they'd just be bringing her food in a more conventional way. No such luck.
No sooner had the two of them entered the house did they explain that, just like Knuckles, they'd been commissioned to bring Cream her meals… and that said meals were being transported via shoes.
Cream's heart sank as she watched the two of them sit down and begin removing their shoes, mashed and mangled food clinging to their feet as they raised them up. This time Cream actually managed to stammer out a questioning of why her food was being brought to her in such a way.
The two boys simply shrugged, "That's what Vanilla asked for." Tails said. Neither of them seemed to find anything strange about it, leaving Cream unsure how to respond. With a nervous gulp, Cream simply accepted the fate and approached them for her meal.
She could more easily make out the remains of what had once been quite delicious roasted meat on Tails' feet.
It was far more in tact than whatever the multi-colored slop coating Sonic's feet was. The food in Sonic's shoes had been essentially ground into paste by his powerful running, whereas Tails' tendency towards flight had kept the food slightly more edible on his feet.
Either that or it was just the meat was harder to ruin. Either way, Cream closed her eyes and set to work. She ended up focusing on Sonic's feet more at first, dragging her tongue quickly along his strong feet to lick them clean of the vaguely nutritional glop.
Her reasoning was that the more intact food Tails was carrying would be more on the palatable side.
Unfortunately, she had miscalculated. The meat had held together more, but its being less ruined physically had no bearing on the actual taste, which was somehow the worst thing she'd tasted yet.
For what reason, Cream couldn't be sure. She refused to believe that it was just because of how her mother had cooked it, as she'd always been a wonderful cook. But for whatever reason, it made her gag.
Eyes watering, Cream managed to force it all down her throat, being well aware that they wouldn't allow her to just stop eating before she was done. If they were going to show her any kind of mercy they'd have brought her actual food. Cream asked for a glass of water, wanting to ease her stomach, but the moment they were done feeding Cream, Tails and Sonic turned their focus onto each other.
Tails had been thrown over the nearby couch, Sonic lining up to the fox boy's tight asshole and ramming in aggressively. Tails groaned, his insides already lubricated in preparation for this. Cream's entire face went red and she covered her face, only for Sonic to call her over.
He wasn't planning on abusing her body like Knuckles had at least, but evidently she would still have to repay him.
At his order, Cream brought her face to the hedgehog's ass, pushing her tongue between his cheeks and into his asshole, eating him out as he forced deeper into Tails.
Cream's sobbing could be felt, but barely heard at all over Tails' moans and Sonic's grunts as they continued to enjoy their rough love, Tails' anal walls gripping and milking his friend's cock. Sonic was brought over the edge first, Cream's tongue working inside him finishing him off quickly.
He grunted loud, unloading hard into Tails, listening to him wail with pleasure as he did so. Sonic slid out of the fox's now gaping, leaking hole.
Panting, Sonic pointed thumb at Tails' rump, "There's some dessert for ya~"